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A/N: The song is I Just Called to Say I Love You by Stevie Wonder! Thank you to reviewers!


I Just Called to Say 'I LOVE YOU'


"Liv, gun!" Elliot had barely gotten the words out when a shot fired. Olivia swayed then slumped forwards, blood pouring from the hole in her stomach.

A dark shadow turned to run, it's gun clattering loudly to the warehouse floor. Elliot gritted his teeth, took aim, and fired one shot. The figure went down and Elliot sprinted to his partner.

Her breathing was ragged, her chest falling up and down unevenly. Crouching beside her on the dirty ground, Elliot pulled his t-shirt over his head and pressed against her stomach, willing the wound to clot. While one hand held the compress in place, Elliot grabbed his radio.

"Officer Down!" he deliberated quickly, "Send a bus!"

Olivia's breathing was growing slower and blood was gathering at her mouth.

"Hold on Liv," Elliot stated, pulling her head into his lap and stroking her hair back from her eyes. "You're going to be fine!"

"Elliot," Olivia choked out his name, her skin was pale, too pale, and the blood wouldn't stop flowing.

"Liv, Baby, Stay with me!" Elliot coaxed, hoping she caught his double meaning. Stay awake, and Stay alive.

"El, I love you!" she coughed. Olivia's eyes fluttered closed and her breathing stopped. Elliot quickly felt for a pulse, nothing.

"Liv," he called her name, no answer.


Elliot sat up in bed quickly. He checked his clock, 2:50 a.m. Kathy was sound asleep, curled away from him, hair covering her face.

'It was just a dream' Elliot told himself, 'just a dream'


No New Years Day to celebrate,

No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away,

No first of spring, no song to sing,

In fact, here's just another ordinary day.


He slipped from under the sheets and quietly opened the bedroom door. He tiptoed down the stairs and paused at the bottom of the steps to give his head a little shake. Liv was fine, she was probably asleep and perfectly safe. There was nothing to be afraid of.

He padded softly into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and sitting at the counter. The tile was coolly refreshing against his bare feet. The Fan blew breaths of air across his bare torso. Sighing softly, Elliot reached for the phone, knowing he wouldn't be satisfied until he was sure that his partner was safe.


No April rain, no flowers' bloom,

No wedding Saturday within the month of June.

But what it is is something true

Made up of these three words that I must say to you.


The phone rang against his ear three times before he lost his nerve and hung up. What was wrong, he called his partner every night before bed, why was he afraid to dial her number now.

'What am I supposed to say?' he wondered, 'hi Liv, can you breathe for me? I want to make sure you're okay!' oh yeah, that would blow over nicely. Let's wake the Lioness up in the middle of the night to ask her to breathe.

'I love you,' she had said before her last breath in his dream. That was what was bugging him, she said she loved him and never gave him a chance to answer her.


I just called to say I love you;

I just called to say how much I care;

I just called to say I love you,

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.


"Daddy? What's wrong?"

"Nothing Maureen, go back to sleep honey!" Elliot watched his eldest daughter shuffle out of the kitchen with a glass of water.

She was a psychology major at college, maybe she could give him some advice. Elliot mentally kicked himself. Good idea, let's talk to my daughter about feelings for a woman not her mother.


No summer's high, no warm July,

No harvest moon to light one tender August night,

No autumn breeze, no falling leaves,

Not even time for birds to fly to southern skies.


He took a long pull from his beer and picked up the phone again, redialing the familiar number. Someone picked up on the third ring and Elliot heard a huge yawn on the other end of the phone.

"Benson and do you know what time it is?"

Elliot held in his chuckle, and listened to her breaths hit the phone softly.

"Elliot, if that is you, so help me God I will skin you alive!" she sounded sleepy, but jovial, "Seriously, I'm going back to sleep!"

The phone clicked and Elliot sighed, she was safe, she was alive, she was mock threatening him.


No Libra sun, no Hallowe'en,

No giving thanks for all the Christmas joy you bring,

But what it is, tho' old, so new,

To fill your heart like no three words could ever do.


'That wasn't good enough' a small voice spoke up in his head. 'What happens if she's in a car accident or something tomorrow before work? I have to call back now!'

Elliot finished his beer and rinsed out the bottle, setting it gently in the trash can before his picked up the phone again.

Hitting redial, he ran a hand up his chest, scratching his skin leisurely before hooking his hand around the back of his neck.

He heard the answering machine pick up this time.

"Liv, it's Elliot," he paused for a moment, thinking about how best to say what he wanted to say, "I just called to say," he paused,


I just called to say I love you;

I just called to say how much I care;

I just called to say I love you,

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.


"I love you Liv, and God, I mean it!"

Just as he was about to hang up his receiver, someone picked up the other end.

"I love you too, El"


I just called to say I love you;

I just called to say how much I care;

I just called to say I love you,

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart.


The End…