Rating- I think pg-13. It's not like it actually matters. How about you decide! Yay! A little reader participation!

Chapter title: Last one out (It was either that or A Bleeding Munch, which I thought was funny. But it didn't really have to do with the chapter so I didn't use it.)

Disclaimer: Again, the SWAT team people are mine, and nobody else… except dead Dave and (something) Robert. Though, the swat man with actual dialog doesn't really have a name. I think I will name him…Stewart! Yes! SWAT man Stewart. Sounds good.

A/N- That was quick, I know. Happy? That was only like.. a day. Now on to the fanfiction!

"Munch! You alright?!" Fin asked grabbing his partner by his right arm while Munch grabbed his other in pain while blood dripped out from between his fingers and he slipped to the ground wincing.

"I'm fine. Somebody get that damn phone." He said in extreme pain.

Elliot rushed off to get the phone.

"Go check on Mr. Kline!" He yelled to one of the SWAT men, and frantically searched for the ringing phone. He found it under last weeks newspaper and an old pizza box.

"Hello." He answered.

"Who's this?" Said a voice on the other end that Elliot recognized as Roberts.

"This is Elliot Stabler." He answered.

"Oh, Elliot. I have to admit I wasn't expecting to here from you so soon. I see you found my cousin, I knew you would. You're wasting your time, detective; he doesn't know where I am." Robert said arrogantly.

"I think we can make a deal, Robert." Elliot said looking into the room where Munch sat up against the wall.

"You're right Detective." Robert said. "I think we can. How about you let me speak with my cousin and I might let you speak with your partner." Robert said looking down at the attentively listening Olivia.

"Why would I believe you?" Elliot asked worried because his bargaining chip just fell out the window with a bullet in his chest.

"Because things are getting dull around here, and I'm sick of babysitting."

"What exactly do you plan to do with her?" Elliot asked, afraid of what he would here next.

"I'm not sure. First I was thinking that that we could have a little fun if you catch my drift. But then I learned that she's tainted meat. It seems somebody's always gotta die to make things interesting."

"Listen here you son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to find you and when I do you're going to wish you kept your hands to yourself, you little shit!" Elliot said, regretting it right after the words came out of his mouth.

"Whoa! Somebody's gotta cool down here. I think I'm going to hang up and call back later when you're feeling a little more relaxed."

"Let me talk to Olivia." Elliot said.

"Let me speak to my cousin."

"I want to talk to Olivia and then I'll let you talk to your cousin."

"Hmmm… I dunno. I don't think I can trust you. I've had problems with pigs before."

"Let me speak with Olivia." Elliot said, getting more angered. If it had been anyone else but Liv he would be calmer. But something inside him was just bursting. He hadn't realized just how much he needed Olivia by his side until he had gone off the deep end without anyone to put him in check.

"Alright but I want you to know: I'm not going to be this openhanded later, and this generosity is result of boredom and not kindness." Robert said putting the phone to Olivia's ear.

"If I hear you tell him anything then you won't like what happens next." He rested the phone on Olivia's shoulder.

"Elliot?" Olivia said into the phone while Robert went off to fiddle with the camera.

"Liv! Are you alright?!" He asked. Fin ran into the room, when he heard that he was talking to Olivia.

"I'm fine." Olivia said, relieved to hear his voice.

"Were gonna find you Olivia. We got so close. Can Robert here us?" Elliot asked.

"I don't think so." Olivia answered.

"The cousin… I'm pretty sure he's dead. Fin shot him and he fell out a window…after he shot Munch."

"He what?!" Olivia asked fearfully, trying not to alert Robert.

"He's ok. It hit his arm. And um… Olivia?" Elliot asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?"

"I uh…I uh…I love you." Robert came back from turning on the camera again and took the phone away from Olivia's ear.

"Alright." Robert said into the phone. "Time's up. Now I want to speak with my cousin." Robert said.

"I don't think that's going to happen." Elliot said.

"Why the hell not?!"

"Because he pulled a weapon on a detective." Elliot hadn't really lied. Not that he'd cared if he had.

"We had a deal." Robert said.

"Listen he's in cuffs and is already on his way to be processed." Now he'd lied. But, again, he didn't care.

"You damn cops! You're all the same! I'm going to call again. Five o'clock. And when I do I want to talk to your captain." He yelled as he hung up the phone.

Elliot put the greasy phone back on the receiver. His mind went immediately back to his 'I love you'. He didn't really know what it meant. He had time to think about it later. Now he had to make sure Munch got to the hospital. Elliot filled Fin and a bleeding Munch in on the phone call.

They all filed out of the apartment 13A. Elliot turned off the television he hadn't noticed was still on and he was the last one out.

They met up with one of the men from the SWAT team.

"Mr. Kline was DOA. He hit the ground pretty hard. Cracked his skull clean open. Dead on impact. I'm pretty sure the bullet hit his heart, anyway."

Elliot nodded and they all headed down the squeaky stairs, left the cold apartment into the sunset. Elliot was the last one out.