Author's Note: This chapter might be kind of confusing. Basically, the whole thing is a flashback, except for bits at the end and the beginning. It's told from a third-person point of view, to make things easier, but it's Elliot relaying the story to Dr. Michaels.
Chapter 3
Roosevelt Memorial Hospital
Roof
November 12, 2005
3:00 AM
Elliot was standing on the roof, leaning on the wall that encased it. He heard a noise from the right, and turned, seeing Dr. Michaels walk up in a long black coat. As the doctor neared, Elliot thrust his hands in his pockets. When Dr. Michaels was standing in front of him, he said,
"Your captain told me I could find you up here."
Elliot didn't answer. The stood in silence, and then Dr. Michaels spoke.
"You two are really close, aren't you."
Elliot nodded, and said, "How bad is it, Doc? Really, how bad is it?"
"I won't lie to you. It doesn't look good. But she's strong, and, like I said, the next 24 hours are crucial.
"One thing I would like to know, however," he said, continuing, "is how the minute you touch her, her breathing and heart rate go back to normal." He had a look of puzzlement on his face.
Elliot took a deep breath, and then started talking. "We've always had a sort of…connection. It's like I know what she's thinking, what she's about to say, what she's about to do. After 20 years of marriage, I don't know my wife as well as I know my partner.
"There was this thing a couple of years ago….
Java Joe's
Corner of 17th and Century
July 23rd, 2003
2:00 PM
Olivia jogged out of the coffee shop, a latte in her hand. Out of habit, she opened the passenger side door, then remembered, shut it, and went around to the driver's side. She opened the door, slid in, and placed the coffee in the cup holder. It had been awhile since she drove. Usually Elliot was always at the wheel, but he had a case in the Bronx today. She shut the car door, and just as she began looking for the keys, her cell phone, sitting on the dash, rang shrilly.
She picked it up. "Benson."
"Olivia," came Cragen's voice. He sounded nervous and panicked. "Where are you."
"I'm in the car, outside Java Joe's. Why?" she asked, puzzled.
"I need you to get down to Roosevelt, there was a shooting…"
The blood drained from her face. "Wh..Who?" she stuttered.
"Elliot." came his reply.
"Is he ok?" she asked, breathless.
"He's in surgery now, the doctors won't tell me a thing. Hurry."
"I'll be right there," she said, and hung up.
Oh my god. Elliot. The shock hit her in a huge wave. Suddenly she felt an impact from the back of the car, and her head hit the steering wheel. She looked back just in time to see a car speed off. She touched her head, felt a cut, and looked in the mirror. It wasn't bad. She got out of the car. She was ok, but the car wasn't. The back end looked like an accordion. She didn't have time for this. She grabbed her keys, locked the car, and flagged down a cab. She had to get to that hospital.
Roosevelt Hospital
Waiting Room
July 23rd, 2003
3:00 PM
She rushed into the waiting room, saw Captain Cragen, and jogged over to him.
"Is he…." she trailed off.
Cragen stood up, a smile on his face. "He's fine. He got out of surgery 15 minutes ago. The doctor was just out here. The bullet grazed his arm, and it bled a whole lot, but he's fine."
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Can I see him?"
"Room 116." Cragen answered. "I'll wait here."
She nodded, and rushed off down the hall.
Roosevelt Hospital
Room 116
July 23rd, 2003
3:00 PM
As she came to Room 116, the doctor was just leaving.
"He's awake," he said, smiling. "He'll probably drift off, though. He's pretty drowsy. Don't worry about the bandages on his eyes. The drugs we gave him in surgery sometimes cause painful reactions to light, so we need to wait until the drugs wear off."
"Ok," she said, and walked in alone.
"Hey, partner," she said, smiling as she walked over to the bed.
"Olivia?" he asked sleepily.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm here." she said, taking his hand.
"Are you ok?" he asked, concern in his voice.
She was confused. "El, I wasn't there. I wasn't in the shooting."
"No, not the shooting" he said, impatient. "Your head. The car accident." Then he drifted off to sleep. She touched the cut on her head. She was puzzled. He couldn't have seen the cut, and he was in surgery when she got in the accident….
Roosevelt Hospital
Room 116
July 25th, 2003
12 Noon
In two days, Elliot was clear to go. He was in the bathroom, changing, and Olivia was sitting on the bed, waiting. The cut on her head had healed, and neither had mentioned what he said about the accident.
"Hey, Elliot?" she said when he came out.
"Yeah, Liv?" he answered.
"When you came out of surgery, and had the bandages on your eyes, you asked me if I was ok. I said I was, that I wasn't there during the shooting. You said, 'no, not the shooting, the car accident.' Why did you ask that?" she said.
"It was weird. I had this dream that you were in a hit-and-run outside Java Joe's, and had cut your head. But it was just a dream." he said, shrugging it off.
"But El," she said. "I was in a hit-and-run outside Java Joe's, and did get a cut on my head. It happened while you were in surgery."
They looked at each other, disbelievement on their faces…
Back To Present
"That is uncanny," the doctor said after hearing the story.
"I know. We were both pretty freaked out afterwards. But nothing like that ever happened again." Elliot finished.
"You two are closer than I thought."
"She's my best friend. I don't know what I'll do if I lose her…"
Please review!