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A/N This is like the first story I've finished in forever and I'm so freaking excited about it OMG lol. Thank you seriously everyone that read and reviewed and faved and followed and tweeted how much they loved this story. And I seriously was like up until that last sentence I was conflicted, esp that last chapter on who she would end up with. Like it honestly wasn't planned, I seriously was 50/50 conflicted on who she would choose so thank you to both Benoight and Tuckson fans for sticking with me.
And now onto the final chapter :-)
Noah had not let go of Olivia since Lucy had brought him in to her, nor did she let go of him. The two sat there in her hospital bed, a peaceful comforting silence surrounding them as he rested his head on her breast with a thumb in his mouth and she gently stroked his feather soft brown hair.
"I'll never let anyone hurt you again, my love," she faintly whispered to the sixteen month old without stopping her slow steady strokes. "I promise."
Noah answered with a soft coo and snuggled up even closer to his mother. She kissed the top of his head and laid back on her pillow, her eyes beginning to fall prey to the tiredness that had plagued her since this case started.
Just as she began to fall asleep there was a gentle knock on the door. She opened one eye and smiled softly at the man in the doorway. "Hi," she greeted Tucker who had a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
Tucker smiled back and walked in the room, shutting the door behind him. "They didn't have a 'thanks for taking a bullet for me' card in the gift shop so I got you these." He held up the flowers and set them on the night stand.
"They're beautiful," she told him. "Thank you. But you don't have to thank me for taking a bullet for you."
He sat down beside her in the visitor chair, their hands finding each other like magnets. "Why did you? Take the bullet for me?" he asked quietly, as if saying it out loud would make it unreal. "You could have died, Liv."
Olivia looked at him, his soft blue eyes gazing at her with everything she had ever dreamed about having someone look at her with. "Because I love you," she told him, as honest as she could. "And the thought of someone hurting you… It scared me far worse than dying."
Tucker took her hand and brought it to his lips, laying a soft sweet kiss on her skin. "I love you too, Olivia. More than anything in this entire world. You and Noah… you're the only things that matter to me now."
Olivia bit back her tears as she looked over his face, trying to find some hint of lying, or deceit, of anything that would cheapen his words.
There was none.
"I know this is gonna be hard because of our jobs," he continued, voicing the concern that had been on both of their minds since they started sleeping together. "We both love getting justice for our own set of victims but we can make this work and we can figure something out. It'll be hard but this? Us? It's worth it. You're worth it, Olivia."
Without wasting another moment, Olivia grabbed his head and pulled it towards her, crashing her lips against his, kissing him with all the passion and love she hadn't realized until just now how much she held for him.
Tucker ran a hand through her hair and pulled her in closer when there was a loud throat clearing t the doorway.
They both broke apart and turned towards the man who had interrupted them, both of them blushing when they saw Voight leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on his thin lips with a leather duffel bag over his shoulder. "Interrupting something am I?"
"You're fine," Olivia told him with a smile as he swaggered in. "Where's Williams?"
"Funnily enough a few doors down in full restraints for the next month or so" he answered. Voight shrugged carelessly. "He fell."
"He fell hard enough to land himself in the hospital for a month?" Tucker challenged with a raised brow.
"He fell in front of a truck. Gotta watch out for those Fords."
"I bet," said Tucker, obvious disbelief in his tone but he didn't press it any further. Truth be told Tucker had wanted to do the same thing to him and was pretty sure at the moment when Olivia had been cuffed to her bed and her child taken away from her she wanted the kind of punishment only Voight could get away with dealing.
The Chicago Sergeant simply shrugged again before he turned his attention to Olivia who appeared less than impressed at the news that Williams was in the hospital. "Anyway I just came to say goodbye. My flight leaves in about three hours."
"You sure you can't stay another night?" asked Olivia, not missing Tuckers hand wrap tighter around hers, making sure Voight knew just who she had chosen.
"Wish I could but non refundable ticket," Voight said as he slung his leather bag over his shoulder.
"If you do wanna stay an extra night, Sergeant I'd be more than happy to cover the cost of your flight," Tucker offered, half hoping he would say no.
"Ya know I'm half tempted on that just so I can see you lose something out of all of this," Voight replied with a playful smirk.
Olivia chuckled softly before she turned back to Tucker. "Can you give us a minute to say goodbye?" she asked, still not letting go of his hand.
Tucker nodded, kissed her on top of the head and walked over to Voight.
"Thank you," the IA Lieutenant told him, sticking out his hand, "for everything, Sergeant Voight. It was an honor to work with you."
Voight offered a rare smile and shook his hand. "Same here, Lieutenant."
With a curt nod, Tucker turned and left the room, shutting the door behind him.
When the door latched, Voight walked over to Olivia and hugged her, she recuperated with throwing her arms around his neck, resting her head on his broad shoulder.
"I'm gonna miss you," she said softly, struggling to hold back tears. "So much… You saved my life."
Voight closed his eyes as he too fought back tears, gently rubbing her back and nuzzling her hair. "You don't ever gotta thank me for that, Benson. Ever."
Olivia sniffed and nodded before she pulled away from him, wiping her eyes and blinking the tears away. Voigt sighed softly, pushing a stray piece of hair from her face. "I just gotta know one thing…" he said softly, so softly that she could barely hear him. He took a deep breath before he spoke. "Was as there ever any scenario where I came out on top?"
Olivia bit her lip as she looked over at the shut door as if Tucker could overhear every single word that was even being thought before she turned back to him. "It won't change anything."
"I know… but maybe next time I fall in love with a girl I'd rather be 1-1 not 0-2."
She paused for a moment before she spoke, looking dead straight into his eyes. "If you lived in Manhattan... it would have been you."
Voight pursed his lips and took a small step towards her. "I could move here."
"You love your city too much-."
"Not as much as you."
"-and you love your squad," she continued if he hadn't of spoken, "and you love what you do... You'd hate me if I asked you to give everything up for me. This may be really selfish but I can't have you hating me, Hank... You mean too much to me."
"You don't have a selfish bone in your body, Olivia." Voight sighed as he nodded, shoving his hands deep into the pocket of his leather jacket. "But a lot of right ones unfortunately…"
Olivia gave him a sad smile. "Are you mad?"
"At you? Nah. I could never be mad at you, Benson."
She gave him a soft smile. "Thank you."
"Anytime."
They smiled at one another for a moment before Voight glanced at his watch. "My plane leaves in two hours, I gotta get out of here."
"You sure you can't stay? Maybe stick around, see the sights?"
"Wish I could but the Statue of Liberty isn't that much fun unless you can fuck someone in the hat. I mean if you're offering…"
"Goodbye, Hank," she said with a raised eyebrow and a grin.
Another rare smile. "See ya around, Liv. But before I go I just gotta know one more thing."
"Whatever you want."
"Why did you call me and not Tucker to come save you if you loved him more?"
"Because I knew without a shadow of a doubt that you would do whatever it took to save my son if something went bad. Plus right then when I was being faced with being assaulted again, I wanted you to hurt him. I knew Tucker would never do what you do and I didn't want him too."
"Ah… I don't know if that makes it better or worse to be honest."
Olivia offered him a sad smile. "You gonna be okay, Hank?"
Voight shrugged. "Yeah. Trust me, a little bit of heartbreak will not keep me down. Almost landed me in jail a few times but never kept me down."
Olivia chuckled and one last smile rose to his lips. "Take care of yourself, Olivia."
"You too."
With a deep breath he turned away from her and walked out.
Voight walked down the hallway towards the exit and on his way heard a loud familiar voice cry out in pain. Williams voice.
He turned back and stopped just outside of Williams's door, listening to the conversation inside.
"Ooh sorry, these catheters can pinch a little bit," he heard a female voice say.
"Can't you drug me or something first?!" Williams shot back, tears in his voice.
"Wish I could but we're all out of pain killers." Another painful cry. "I'm sure a big guy like you can take a little pain though."
The Chicago Sergeant snickered as the woman walked out of the room with a smirk on her face.
"A major NYC hospital is out of pain killers?" asked Voight when she passed by him with a smirk. "I find that hard to believe."
The woman, a nurse no older than fifty in dark blue scrubs and short cropped blonde hair turned towards him. "I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm the officer that brought him in."
The woman nodded and pursed her lips for a moment. "Well, officer, running out of drugs is almost as believable as someone sustaining that kind of injury from falling into the street."
"He also got hit but a truck."
"Ah yes. I see many grill plates that appear to look like slash marks made with a knife and fists."
Voight just shrugged and crossed his arms. "He saying otherwise?"
"He's not saying much at all. Well… except 'ow it hurts get that 7 gage needle out of my penis'."
Voights eyes went wide. "What the hell is wrong with his dick that it needs that big a needle in it?"
"He has this rare condition where I have a mother the same age as the one he raped and murdered," the nurse answered with a shrug.
"I think I've heard of that disease. Incurable isn't it?"
"Very incurable."
Voight chuckled and uncrossed his arms and held out his hand. "I'm sorry, my names Hank Voight. And you are?"
The nurse smiled at him for a moment before she took his hand. "Jackie Peyton."
"It's very nice to meet you, Jackie."
"Likewise…"
The two grinned at each other before Jackie cleared her throat. "I actually got a lunch break coming up in about ten minutes, are you free right now?"
Voight's eyes went wide. "Right now?"
"Right now." She shrugged. "I figure we can go somewhere, get a cup of coffee, talk about all the other not quite believable things we might have done?"
"I gotta catch a plane in a little bit actually. I'm sorry."
Jackie shrugged again. "No biggie. It was nice meeting you."
"Likewise."
Jackie gave him a quick smile before she started to walk away. Voight hesitated for a moment before he reached out and grabbed her hand. "Although… Maybe you can drive me to the airport and we can get a cup of coffee?"
"Sounds good," Jackie said with a smile. "Maybe if you're ever back in town again I can take you to see the sights? You ever see the Statue of Liberty?"
"No but I hear the hat is lovely…"
The End