Title: Connection
Author: Rosefern
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Law & Order: Special Victims Units and all its characters belong to NBC and Dick Wolf.
Summary: They've always had a special connection…
Author's Notes: I dedicate this to the memory of my grandfather, who taught me about love, loss, and those special connections.
Chapter 1
Roosevelt Memorial Hospital
Room 222
November 12, 2005
2:00 AM
As he entered her room, he drew a sharp intake of breath. She was lying there on the bed, ghostly pale, her eyes closed. The unsteady beeping of the heart monitor was unsettling. Erratic beating, the doctor said, very bad for her heart. He crossed the room, sat in the chair by her bedside, and put his head in his hands….
Makita's Bar
23rd and Broadway
November 11, 2005
10:00 PM
They were walking back from the bar at night.
"So, how are the kids?" She asked.
"Good, good. I took Lizzie and Dickie to the movies this weekend, and then they slept over. Had a great time." He replied, a smile on his face.
"That's great, I know how much you miss them." She said, smiling at him.
After a period of comfortable silence, they reached the car. He opened the passenger side door, and waited for her to get in.
"Thanks, but I think I'll walk tonight, get some fresh air." She said nonchalantly.
"You shouldn't be walking home this late at night." he said, slightly worried.
"My apartments three blocks away," she said, laughing, "I'll be fine."
"Suit yourself," he said, but he still had a nagging feeling something was going to happen. He shut the passenger side door and jogged around to the other side, and got in, just as she started walking down the block. He was about to place the key in the ignition, when he heard two gunshots. He looked up, and got out of the car, his hand reaching for his gun. He saw her lying on the sidewalk, and he couldn't get there fast enough. He holstered his gun, and knelt down beside her. Her chest was covered with blood, and she was having trouble breathing.
"El…Elliot," she gasped.
"It's ok, sweetheart, I'm here, I'm here," he answered, breathless.
He gripped her hand, and took his cell out, and dialed 911. The operator answered, and he bellowed into the phone,
"This is Detective Elliot Stabler, with the 1-6. My partner's been shot, send a bus now! Makita's bar, 23rd and Broadway. Suspect fled the scene." He hung up, and dropped the phone.
"Help is coming, you'll be ok." he said, soothingly.
"El…" she stuttered, coughing up blood.
"Sshhh, don't talk, it's ok, it's ok," he said, stroking her hair.
"I'm tired…" she said, drifting off.
"No, no, don't go to sleep, stay with me, Liv, stay with me…" he said, as he heard sirens off in the distance. "They're almost here, you'll be ok, you'll be ok…"
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