He wipes the blood of his hands on his jumpsuit while his eyes follow Liv and Alex down below. The wound on her head was serious and Amos hopes she doesn't has a concussion. He wouldn't mind to stay at her bedside to keep her awake if that's what it took to keep her alive. By now, Amos figured out he'd do anything to keep Liv safe.

When she said she loved him, something stirred inside him. Making his heartbeat go faster and he couldn't hold back the smile forming on his lips. He'd known since Tycho Station Liv was in love with him. He'd seen it in the way she looked at him, the way her fingers traced the skin on his back when they laid together in his room. In the manner she just held onto him and trusted him enough to break down in front of him.

But hearing it from her lips, it made him…content. And Amos will get a chance later to talk about it with her. To make sure Liv knew he wouldn't let anything happen to her. But for now, they needed to make the Roci ready for departure for when Miller and Holden got back.

Seeing Alex coming up the stairs, Amos looks at him and the pilot nods. "The bleeding stopped and I gave her a cold pad to hold against the side of her head. But she's gonna have a terrible headache."

Amos arched a brow and Alex held up his hand. "I'm trying to say that she's fine."

Nodding at the pilot and Naomi smiles hesitantly. "Good. I'm glad to hear she's gonna be okay," she said relieved.

"Now we'll just have to wait for Holden and Miller," she adds while walking to one of the chairs.

"We should leave now," the detective suddenly said, making Amos snap his head towards the man.

He forgot about him completely. Amos even forgot the man's name by now and when he suddenly spoke, Amos already reached for his gun. He didn't pull it out but his fingers grace the weapon just to make sure it's there.

"No," Naomi had turned herself, standing before the ladder of the Roci, and her face was serious. "We're waiting for Holden. I promised him four hours."

"Shit, we're not gonna do that. We're leaving. You saw what went on there. You saw the fucking girl. We…go!"

Amos glanced at Alex who was standing before the pilot seat and looking down on the scene. His brows were knitted together and his gaze travelled from Naomi to the detective.

"I said no. This is my fucking ship. You've got no say in this," Naomi sneered at him and Amos didn't startle like she did when the man suddenly pulls out his gun and points it at Naomi.

"I said we're leaving. With or without you," the man glances at Alex. "Start this ship."

"Alex, don't," Noami said, holding up her arms and Amos sees she's nervous as fuck.

But what happened next, Amos didn't foresee. If nothing changed, he would have pulled his own gun and shot the bastard who was threatening Naomi.

A voice ringed from the ladder, so kind to his ears that Amos turns pale when the events before him go too fast for him to fully realize what was happening. He can clearly hear his name being called, the voice coming from Liv and he even sees her appear on top of the ladder.

A gunshot.

It rings in his ears and time stands still for a few seconds. Barely noticing that Naomi's screaming while Liv falls down.

He trembles on his feet but his hand is steady when he grabs his gun. There's no doubt when he pulls the trigger on the Detective, blowing a hole in his chest like the man just did with Liv.

Amos doesn't move.

It's Naomi whose shouting and Alex jumping from above to their level. The pilot rushes to the young woman now lying on the floor.

"Amos!"

He doesn't reply. He only sees Naomi's face ; worried and panicked. Blood on her hands while she's holding pressure on the wound.

"Amos," Alex's voice this time and Amos shakes his head slowly before dropping his gun.

'Not her,' he thinks. 'I can't lose her.'

"AMOS!"

This time, Naomi's urgent and stressed voice reaches him, making him move swiftly towards them and he sees Liv coughing up blood. The bullet had hit her right in the chest and blood poured out and over Naomi's hands.

Without thinking, he pushes Alex away so he can kneel down next to Liv. She's struggling to breathe and her eyes are wide while looking at him. For the first time since long, he's got no clue what to do. His hands are trembling and Alex his hand comes to rest on his shoulder.

But he doesn't want to be consoled. He doesn't need to be because in his head, she'll be fine. So he shrugs the hand of the pilot off and turns his face to Naomi. Her features are already grieved and she shakes her head towards him.

His mind goes calm while he's locking eyes with Naomi and his hand carefully slides over hers. Gently prying her fingers away from the open wound on Liv's chest. And the woman obeys, pulling her hand away so he can put his own there.

Amos doesn't notice Naomi gets up and goes to stand behind him. He feels the warm liquid on his hands and locks eyes with Liv whose looking pale and scared. And he smiles at her while his eyes burn with tears that wouldn't come.

He bends closer to her, his free hand tucking away that stubborn piece of hair behind her ear and for a moment, Amos sees a faint smile on her lips. Another cough from her lips, blood dripping from her chin onto her neck but he kisses her forehead nonetheless. "You'll be fine," he whispers, his voice broken and hoarse.

"You'll be fine," he murmurs against her soft skin again before he pulls his hand away from the wound. Letting the blood pour out of it onto the floor of the Rocinante.

He caresses her hair with his hand while he holds her close to him. Blood streaks colouring the beautiful blonde locks and Amos feels how Liv let's out her last, ragged breath. Her limbs go numb in his arms, her eyes still open but the lively green is now overshadowed by a light grey.

She doesn't see him anymore. She isn't here anymore. And Amos knows he'd never be able to feel her close again. The walls of the ship seem to tumble down on him, crashing into him and Amos' having difficulties breathing.

The sudden silence in the ship strikes him hard. And when Amos looks up, he sees Naomi and Alex standing close to him but it's not them he wants to see. His gaze travelling to the detective lying on the ground. What was that fucker's name again? He can't fucking remember. It wasn't important before but it is now. He needs to know who killed her.

He gets up after laying Liv's head gently down, as if he's still scared he could hurt her. Towering above the man, Amos sees he isn't dead. Apparently he shot the guy in his upper leg and he's now squirming to get away from him.

"Amos, don't," Naomi her voice is calm but Amos isn't listening.

Instead he bends down on one knee and cocks his head to the side. His blue eyes are cold while watching the man trying to get away from him. The detective was sweating, murmuring some words. "I didn't mean to shoot her. She startled me," he begged and Amos shakes his head.

"What's your name?"

His voice is ice cold and when Alex wants to come closer, Amos shakes his head. "Don't, Alex," he warns the pilot before directing his attention back to the detective.
"I didn't mean too…I'm sorry," he said again.

"Your name," Amos urged, his patience growing thin.

"Inspector Sematimba," the man stutters.

Amos grins. "See, that wasn't so hard."

He knew his name. That's all that Amos wanted to know. The name of the one who shot her. He gets up slowly, mind clear of everything. He swiftly pulls his gun and ignores Naomi her shouts when he pulls the trigger.

The bullet lands in the man's chest. But unlike Liv, he's dead immediately.

Turning around to face the two others of the crew, he sees the fear on Naomi's face and the way Alex had taken a few steps back. He points at Inspector Sematimba on the floor. "I'll put that away in a moment," he mutters, making his way towards Liv.

Picking her up and holding her close, Amos doesn't wait for any reply of Alex or Naomi but makes his way to the level below. There he puts her down on the table, looking at her while wiping away the blood of her face with a towel.

He does everything himself ; Amos cleans her up and closes her eyes. Making her look as if she's sleeping. He entwines her hands, letting them rest on her stomach and he just looks at her for a long time. Remembering the first time he saw her, standing on the lower levels of the Cant talking to the worst Belter that could be found there. And Amos grinned when he remembers the stink eye she gave him for eyeing her up.

The way her fingers caressed his skin when they touched and he'll never forget the way her warm lips felt against his. And the way she'd looked at him…with trust in her eyes.
He should have left her on Tycho Station. She'd still be alive when she would have stayed there.

The moment his thoughts turn darker, he makes sure her body is packed in one of the proper bags so she can be given a proper burial later. Before he closes the zipper, a last kiss was given on her forehead and he whispers that he loved her too.

"I told her too late," he said out loud, hearing Naomi enter behind him. "I thought there'd still be time."

"She knew, Amos."

It's then when he sits down on a chair and leans his head in his hands. And the tears stream down his cheeks while Naomi rests her hand on his shoulder.

The Rocinante was silent again.