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Everything came to her slowly. First the bright light. Then the smells. Then the voice. That voice, she recognized it. She knew it somehow, but she didn't know how.

She focused on the voice. She couldn't make out any words, it just sounded like mumbling. She followed the voice. It was wavering, like the owner of the voice was pacing. Louder and softer and louder and softer. Then it stopped. And everything went black again.

This time, she didn't want to wake-up. The pain was unbearable. If she didn't get any relief soon, she had a good feeling that she was going to pass out.

Slowly, the pain began to subside and she felt her senses return to their regular functions. Things were different from the last time she woke-up. There was no bright light, but the smell of antibiotics still hung heavily in the air. There was also no voice. No familiar calling pulling her into consciousness and out of her haze. The only sound in the whole room was a soft beeping coming from behind her.

Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…Beep…

She focused more and detected a faint dripping coming from the same spot.

Drip..…Drip..…Drip..…Drip…..Drip…..

But still no voice. But maybe the difference in light had something to do with that. She needed to move. She could feel her muscles cramping under what felt like a thin blanket. She concentrated on what she thought would be the easiest to move, her fingers. But it was easier said than done.

After struggling for a few minutes with no success, she gave up. She was too weak to have a power battle with her body. She decided that she would wait for the feeling to return before trying to move any other extremity.

She gave her body a moment before beginning her next task of opening her eyes. This was with out a doubt going to be the hardest. Her eyelids felt like lead and lifting them felt like running sandpaper over her eyes. It took more energy than her weak body had and she once again feel into unconsciousness.

Slowly, the voice called her back into consciousness. At first, she couldn't make out what was being said, but it eventually came to her.

"Olivia."

One by one, she gained feeling back in all her body parts.

"Liv."

She tried to move her fingers and was surprised when they actually moved. She opened her eyes and then it all hit her. The sight, the smells, her daughter, where she was and the events of the previous night.

She looked up just in time to see a flash of silver.

Elliot was in motion immediately. "Second gun!" He yelled. But it was too late, Olivia was shot. The force of the bullet propelled her out of the stall and into the wall.

"OLIVIA!" Mackenzie tried to get to her mother, but by that time, Fin had grabbed her and was holding her back. Casey may not have been a detective, but she had enough common sense to know when something's wrong. She entered the bathroom and immediately had Mackenzie thrust into her arms. "What the-"

Fin cut her off. "Get her out of here." One look across the room and she quickly turned around and drew Mackenzie out of the room.

Once they were out, Fin took out his cell phone and joined Cragen. "This is Detective Odafin Tutuola, Manhattan SVU. I need a bus at The Champagne Garden. An officer has been shot. I repeat, we have an officer down."

"Check for a pulse." Cragen said. He had his hands over where Olivia was shot and was trying to stop the bleeding. Fin put two fingers on her neck…She had a pulse, very weak, but she had one.

Elliot brought a now handcuffed Emily Johnson out of the stall. "She's lucky she's not a man." He didn't need to speak the last part, as all in the room knew. If she had been a man, they would have needed a body bag to bring her out. Messing with a cop's partner is a bad idea. Especially in a squad as close as this one.

Then, none other than Dr. Janet Hanson walked into the room with a chart in her hands. She looked up and saw Olivia to be awake. "Good morning detective. Are you planning to stay awake today?"

Olivia looked confused and tried to speak, but Mackenzie stopped her. "Don't try to talk yet." She helped Olivia take a sip of water.

The doctor nodded. "Listen to your daughter detective. I've already told her everything that's going on with you." Olivia nodded, but still looked confused, so the doctor explained. "Since you came in last night you've been in and out of consciousness. It's been almost twenty-four hours and you've been awake maybe fifteen minutes." She put the chart down and took her stethoscope. "And at that I'm being generous."

Both Olivia and Mackenzie sat in silence while the doctor evaluated Olivia. When she got to her bandaged shoulder, she stopped and looked at Mackenzie. "Mackenzie why don't you go down to the cafeteria for a few minutes with Ms. Southerlyn? You both look like youcould usesomething to eat."

Mackenzie looked at Olivia, who nodded. "Okay." She gave her mother's hand a quick, reassuring squeeze and left the room in search of Serena.

One the door closed, Olivia turned to the doctor and cleared her throat. "So doc, how bad is it?"