A/N: Okay so… I wanted to create more angst here, because it makes for good reading, and I wanted Kathy to play the good girl and the bad girl, hence, the last chapter with Elliot and this one with Olivia. Hope you all like where I'm going. :)

Finally, after a long wait, Kathy came out of his room, looking exhausted.

Olivia rose from the chair and looked over her shoulder as she headed for his room. "Kathy… I know that we won't ever be friend's but-"

"I won't ever be ANYHTHING to you Olivia," she barked. "You put him there! You got him shot, don't talk to me… I don't want to know what excuse you've been pondering over! And don't think about going into that room, you are NOT family, and I will tell the nurses NOT to let you in…"

Olivia sighed heavily. All she wanted to do was see his face, make sure that he was okay.

"Kathy?" she called as the woman headed to the nurse's station.

She stopped and looked back, anger and bitterness plastered across her face.

"Is he okay?" she felt the tears sting her eyes, but she held them back.

Kathy shrugged. "I guess you'll never know."

Olivia watched as the woman walked away, approaching the nurse's station and then pointing to Olivia. Her heart sank. All she wanted was to see her partner. She could understand Kathy's anger, but her manipulation was new.

Olivia sat herself down on the chair again, determined to stay as close as possible. If that meant she'd stay in that waiting room until they allowed visitors in his room, then so be it. She would not leave him, not now, when she was sure he needed her the most.

For two whole days she sat there, dozing occasionally in the hard chairs of the hospital waiting room. Finally, as she stirred from another sleep, a nurse approached her.

"You really should go home…" she suggested. "It can't be good to sleep on these chairs."

Olivia shook her head. "I have to know he's okay."

"And my word, is not enough?" she smiled warmly.

"No," she replied. "I need to see for myself. I'm sorry. I need to know that he's okay."

The nurse tapped her feet impatiently. "Five minutes!"

Hope rose to her throat. "I beg your pardon…"

"You have five minutes in there, and then you go home and you get a proper nights rest, understood?" she offered.

Olivia stood quickly, so quickly she had a head-rush, but she ignored it as she promised the nurse she'd go home to rest as soon as she'd seen him.

She pushed open the door to his room, her heart pounding in anticipation.

Elliot laid there, his eyes meeting hers and a smile crept across his face. "Don't even say it…" he warned. He was clearly happy to see her.

"Say what?" she smiled approaching the bed.

"Tell me how sorry you are, and that it was all your fault. I'm not sorry I did it. I took the bullet for you, Liv, just in case… and I'd do it again," he told her. He reached out his hand and she took it gently in her own.

"I love you, El… I love you SO much."

"I know," he nodded softly. He winced.

"Don't talk…" she urged. She pulled a chair up to the bed.

He watched her for a moment. "What does a man have to do to get a kiss around here?" he teased.

Olivia laughed and eagerly leaned over the bed to kiss him softly on the mouth.

Hope you liked it… review and let me know… yeah, like I was NOT going to tell you to do that. Hehehehe :)