A/N: Wow, okay, so here it is. The final chapter. Thank you all so much for reviewing. You all have been so great, and so patient in waiting for my posting. I wish you all a happy New Year! Thanks so much, again!

Chapter 10

If Elliot had any idea where the freaking stairs were, he would have taken them in a heart beat. The elevator had already stopped at every floor between the second and fifth, which in retrospect would have been nothing if he didn't believe some maniac was trying to kill his partner right at this moment. As soon as the elevator settled on the fifth floor and the doors opened, Elliot nearly sprinted to the ICU where he anxiously searched for Olivia through the glass. When he spied the empty space where Olivia's bed had been he lost it.

"Where is she? Where is my partner? Detective Olivia Benson, she's not there!" Elliot shouted on his way to the nurse's station.

"Detective, I'm going to have to ask—"

"Tell me where she is!" Elliot yelled back.

"Elliot! Calm down!" Elliot turned around and looked over at Casey who seemed a little unsettled by his behavior. "Dr. Stratham took her to have some x-rays done."

Elliot felt his heart stop. He urgently grabbed Casey by the arms and looked her in the eyes. "Casey, did you see where he took her? Tell me you saw where he took her."

Casey could feel the way Elliot's hand shook as they held her, his eyes were desperate, pleading for an answer. Casey thought about asking him the source of his anxiety, but thought better of it as she acknowledged his sense of urgency. "Down that hall and then they turned the corner. I didn't see where they went after that." Elliot looked to where she pointed and immediately proceeded to follow in that direction. Casey took a step forward with the intention of following Elliot when Cragen suddenly ran to her side.

"Olivia?" Cragen demanded.

"Elliot just went after her. What's going on?" Casey demanded.

"Which way did he go?" Cragen asked. Casey pointed in the same direction she showed Elliot.

"Stay here and if Munch and Fin show up send them after us," Cragen said ignoring Casey's question.

"Don—" Cragen stopped and turned around.

"Morgan's posing as Dr. Stratham." Casey's eyes went wide.

"What!"

"Casey, if there was more time I'd explain." Casey nodded, stunned as Cragen too rushed down the hall.

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Morgan stood posed over Olivia. It was too easy it seemed. She couldn't protest or fight back; she remained still, almost waiting. He supposed he had to relish in the fact that the time they spent together at the precinct would be adequate enough in terms of their battling wills, but that didn't seem sufficient enough. She never admitted that she wronged him and his family. She never admitted that she lied to the court when she named his father as the man she believed killed his mother. He needed to hear it from her. If he killed her now all his work at the precinct would be worthless, the effort he made to talk to her would be a waste of time. He needed to hear her say those words.

Morgan shuffled over to the cabinet of the vacant room he found and began searching all the little glass bottles. The majority of them were filled with a clear liquid, but the names on the labels of what the liquid was meant nothing to him until he stumbled on a bottle labeled as "L-adrenaline." He didn't know that adrenaline could be made into a drug, but he figured if it naturally got a person's heart pumping, then it might serve as a sufficient way to wake somebody up. He pulled the syringe he had found earlier in a storage closet out of his pocket and took it out of its plastic wrapping.

A small pop emitted as he removed the plastic covering from the needle and tossed it carelessly onto the counter. He stuck the needle into the designated slot on the bottle and filled half of the syringe with it. Then he removed the bottle and set it on the counter. He brought the needle up to nose level and watched in satisfaction as a thin stream of liquid shot out as the air bubble disappeared. With slow menacing steps, he approached Olivia's side, the syringe at the ready in his right hand. He went to Olivia's right arm, and without any regard for a vein he shoved the needle in at the joint on the underside of her arm. Once he emptied all the contents of the syringe, he stepped back and waited.

It took about a full minute, but Morgan watched, satisfied, as her heartbeat on the monitor began to increase. Another minute went by and her eyes shot wide open as her head lifted several inches off the pillow before plopping back down. She was breathing heavily and her heart rate beeped frantically on the monitor.

"Olivia," Morgan said with pleasure.

Olivia looked over at him, fear in her eyes as she struggled to gauge the situation while simultaneously struggling for breath. She tried to focus on where she was and why she might be there, but she didn't seem to be able to focus on anything but her breathing.

"What—What did you do?" Olivia rasped out.

"Just needed to get you awake," Morgan replied happily. He smiled and sat down on the bed next to her like nothing was wrong. "I thought about killing you, Detective, but I thought I'd give you one last chance to try to clear your name, so to speak."

"I have—have nothing to—to say to y—you," Olivia gasped. Her heart raced. She could almost feel it beating against her ribcage as if it wanted out. Almost as rapidly, it seemed, her lungs struggled to keep up, but she didn't know if she could. She started to feel dizzy with all the effort it was taking her to breathe or maybe it was the lack of oxygen when she couldn't keep up with her lungs.

Morgan's smile faded. He leaned over her and placed his hands on either side of her so his stomach rested inches above her own while he still remained sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to her symptoms. "Say that you made a mistake, Detective. Tell me you killed an innocent man when you put him in jail. Tell me you're responsible for the rape of my mother and sister."

Olivia closed her eyes hard and opened them. Her chest was heaving so hard now it almost touched Morgan's and the effort was quickly exhausting her, but she took in a quick deep breath so her sentence would hold strength and some resemblance of confidence. "I stand by my decision and I won't change it without evidence; which is something you don't have."

Just as Olivia finished speaking, the sounds of the door knob struggling against the lock that restrained its motion reached both their ears. Morgan shot off the bed looking furious.

"Olivia!" The jingling was replaced by banging and Elliot's calls. Olivia shifted her eyes towards the door, feeling slightly relieved. Once Elliot got in here she would be safe. He would put an end to all this.

Morgan meanwhile, disappeared from her view as he dropped to the floor. He arose again with the same syringe in hand, this time he pulled back the plunger and filled the syringe with nothing but air. He reached for Olivia's arm, but this time she pulled it away just as three gun shots, perfectly aimed at the edge of the door around the lock, rang out. Then, a sharp pressure from the outside caused the wood to splinter and the door burst open.

Elliot appeared, his gun aimed at Morgan's chest. Cragen stood beside him, his gun poised as well. It would be so easy for Elliot to just shoot. Take the shot, end this mess for ever. Get complete payback for everything he did to Olivia, everything he put her through. "Freeze!" Cragen shouted. Morgan just smiled at them, almost as if he knew this when it ended, but instead of giving up, he seemed to be laughing at them.

Elliot saw him reach for Olivia's arm. She struggled to pull it away, but Elliot noticed she seemed to have trouble breathing. The next thing he knew, Olivia's eyes rolled up into her head and she fell motionless against the bed. As a result, Morgan successfully gaining power in the struggle for her arm, forced the needle into her arm once again, but before he could press the plunger Elliot fired right into Morgan's knee cap.

To be a cop, no one is trained on how to take a kill shot. Everyone knows where to aim for that. Instead, the art becomes on learning where to hit to injure and slow the criminal down so that there will still be something left of him to testify in court. Criminals even have the opportunity to decide where they'll be hit, depending on their behavior. A shot in the calf or thigh is non-fatal but efficient in slowing the perp down. A shot in the chest, though normally not available, is often a desperate move, as is a shot in the back. The head, despite the value of points given at the shooting range, is never shot at because an officer never shoots to kill. However, the knee cap is usually struck one of three ways.

The knee cap is usually an accidental target, where the criminal made some movement that threw off the attempted shot at the thigh or calf. It can also be a desperate target like the stomach, but most of the time, it's a shot no cop takes unless they want the criminal to really feel pain. The majority of shots taken at the knee result in some sort of handicap for the criminal for the rest of his days where he gets to suffer every minute of his life; every time that he moves. They didn't teach the shooting of the knee cap at the academy, but every attendee knew about it. It was neither encouraged nor discouraged, but it was understood that if a cop used that shot, then the perp deserved it.

Elliot took that shot for pain. Cragen knew it and Elliot knew it. Elliot could be suspended or sent to a few evaluations with Huang or suffer any other punishment Cragen might have planned for him when all this was over, but he knew he never would regret making Morgan scream. The man was a Marine, yet he laid withering on the floor in blood, holding his knee and screaming and howling like an animal. Elliot was completely disgusted.

As if the noise in the room wasn't loud enough, an alarm began to sound. At first Elliot wasn't sure what it was, but a quick look at Olivia's monitor showed that her heart stopped. All thoughts of Morgan suddenly dropped out of his mind as he ran over to the side of the bed. He frantically hit the red emergency button at the side of the bed before he tilted his ear so it lay against her chest, listening for the sound of breathing. There was no sound. His heart was pounding so loud he could barely be sure he heard right, but her chest lacked the normal rising and falling that accompanied healthy breaths.

He anxiously searched for a way to lower the stretcher so that he could get her in a good position to start compressions. His hand must have just grazed the button, for the backing slid down with an unmonitored clang that caused Olivia's body to bounce against the force before she fell steadily on her back. He tilted her head back gently, pulled down her jaw, closed her nostrils by applying pressure with his thumb and pointer finger, and took a deep breath with his own lungs before placing his lips to hers and breathing the air he had collected in his mouth into hers.

He watched her chest rise with force of his air and then he removed his hands from her face and began compressions. He kept the counts to himself in between breaths and compressions.

"Come on, come on," he grunted as he did compressions, keeping one eye on her heart monitor. "Where's the nurse?"

Elliot looked over as Cragen stood up out of breath. He looked past the Captain and saw Morgan sitting handcuffed in a chair, his knee bleeding furiously. He gave them angry glares in between groans of pain. For a moment, Elliot saw Olivia sitting in that chair, the glare directed at him, but in one quick blink, the image disappeared and he continued compressions.

Cragen ran into the hall and caught sight of a nurse hurrying towards the room. "We need a doctor!"

"Go to the nurse's station. Tell them to get a doctor here right away," the nurse said as she came into the room. Cragen nodded and with a quick look at Elliot disappeared down the hall.

"How long have you been doing compressions?" the nurse demanded while glancing at the monitors to get a feel for the situation.

"Three, maybe four minutes tops," Elliot responded, sounding a little out of breath, but with no intention of stopping. Confident that she had a good judgment of Olivia's stats, the nurse began rifling through the cabinets. She finally closed one with an air bag and a clear plastic tube in a plastic bag in hand. She ripped the plastic off the sterile tube and came to Elliot's side. As soon as he breathed air into Olivia's lungs she tapped his shoulder. "Switch out." Elliot didn't move. He immediately began compressions, as if he couldn't stop.

"Sir, you need to let me take it from here," the nurse told him. Elliot finished his cycle of compressions and then backed away. The nurse immediately went to Olivia's head. With the head tilted back she used the lighting in the room and maneuvered the tube past the vocal cords in a direct path to her lungs. With the tube in place, she immediately attached the bag to the end of the tube and with two hands began a systematic squeezing and releasing of the bag with both hands working together.

"Can you tell me what happened?" the nurse demanded.

Elliot tore his eyes away from Olivia to look at the nurse. "I'm not sure, he had a syringe…" His eyes landed on Olivia again. He'd failed her. Morgan had played them all and he'd fallen for it, again. He'd never felt so guilty. Unable to help her once had been bad enough, but to fail her twice…

"…on the counter." Elliot looked at the nurse confused. He'd just caught the end of what she'd been trying to say. Elliot looked over at the counter and saw a small glass bottle sitting there. From this distance, it looked half empty. He went over and picked it up. "What's it say?"

"L-Adrenaline," Elliot read. The label meant nothing to him, but the nurse raised an eyebrow in alarm. Before Elliot could ask her about it, Cragen entered the room with Dr. Fisk.

"Stats?" Dr. Fisk demanded without greeting.

"Looks like an overdose of Adrenaline. BP is 170/120," the nurse replied.

"Shit, we need to slow her heart down," Dr. Fisk said heading for the cabinets. She looked at the various bottles and finally looked at one in satisfaction and pulled a syringe out of the drawer. She unwrapped the syringe and uncapped the needle before filling the syringe with the liquid. She quickly went over to Olivia's IV line and dispelled the plunger and removed her stethoscope from around her neck while at the same time keeping an eye on her heart monitor.

Elliot and Cragen watched on, neither aware of the presence of another as they waited. The hope in waiting was the only thing keeping their sanity. Time seemed to slow as the doctor spoke to the nurse, their words seemed unable to register in Elliot's ears, or maybe he just couldn't translate the reality of their words in his mind, he wasn't sure. What he knew was that she couldn't die. He realized now, with all his heart, he couldn't watch her die. Not because of the guilt or just because she was his friend but because he loved her. He truly loved her.

He loved her smile that greeted him in the morning as she handed him her coffee. Sometimes he thought her smile was what got him through the day rather than the coffee. He needed her support. She remained his strong hold on tough cases or even in his personal life. Many people had some haven that they turned to in their job or daily life when things got rough; a sort of vacation without ever leaving the room. She was his.

Elliot snapped to attention as the heart monitor no longer beeped mountains but showed a flat plane with one consistent unmoving line.

"Get the cart!" Dr. Fisk shouted at the nurse. "Detective, I need you to take the bag," Dr. Fisk ordered Elliot. Elliot hesitated for only a minute.

"Every three seconds," the nurse instructed while placing his hands properly on the bag before leaving the room. Elliot felt his hands shake as he did what the nurse told him. He watched her face, hoping that miraculously she would wake up and everything would be okay again, but her face remained unchanged. In fact, her face seemed a few degrees paler than remembered, for her lips and hair seemed unnaturally bright compared to her skin.

"One, two, three, squeeze. One, two, three, squeeze. One…" Elliot found himself whispering.

"Hang in there, Detective," Dr. Fisk said meeting Elliot's eyes in sympathy. A second later the nurse came running in pulling a large metal cart with a small computer available to request the level of voltage and two paddles to transfer the voltage. Munch, Fin, and Casey entered the room as well. The nurse handed Dr. Fisk the paddles as she quickly rubbed some gel on them with gloved hands.

"What's going—"

"Charge!"

"Stop air flow when I say clear."

"Charged."

"Clear!" Dr. Fisk put the paddles to Olivia's chest and pushed a small button located on the paddles. Elliot released his hands from the bag and watched in hopeful horror as Olivia's body jumped a few centimeters off the stretcher before settling down again. A quick spike showed on the monitor as a result of the shock, but once again settled down to a flat line. Elliot put his hands back on the bag and continued squeezing.

"One, two, three—"

"Clear!" Olivia's heart rate spiked once again, but she fell back onto the stretcher again. Elliot resumed his position again waiting for the machine to charge.

"Come on Liv," he whispered as he squeezed. "Fight it."

"Clear!" Olivia's body shot up off the stretcher once again as all looked hopefully at the heart monitor. The constant buzzing of the monitor was suddenly replaced with a regular beating. Dr. Fisk removed her stethoscope once again and placed it to Olivia's chest to confirm the readings. Elliot was so excited he forgot to resume his place at the bag. As a result, the nurse gently pushed him out of the way, and took his place as Elliot backed away in relief. He knew that it wasn't over yet, but her making it this far was great progress, or at least he thought so.

"Now that you've finished wasting your time on a dirty cop, would you take a look at my fucking knee?" Morgan cried from his seat in the chair. It almost seemed like everyone in the room glared at him for what he said but it was Elliot who acted on it. He ran over to him and began punching him as hard as he could. For thirty seconds, no body moved. No one made any attempt to pull Elliot off, but too soon, it seemed, Cragen and Fin grabbed Elliot's arms and pulled him away.

"Son of a bitch!" Morgan screamed his face bloody. It looked like Elliot had sufficiently broken Morgan's nose, for it was bleeding profusely. Elliot glanced down at his knuckles and noticed they too were bloody, which made sense since the blood seemed to be smeared all over his face. "Police brutality!"

"I didn't see anything, did any of you?" Cragen asked, looking around the room. Everyone shook their heads.

"We need to move her back to the ICU," Dr. Fisk said while looking pointedly at Cragen as if asking what he wanted to do.

Cragen nodded. "Elliot go with Olivia and Dr. Fisk. Munch, Fin, go wherever Morgan goes. Don't let him out of your sights."

"No problem, Cap," Fin said, giving Morgan a dirty look.

"Also, get the NYPD on the phone to prepare a cell and a transfer to their facility. Casey," he said turning to face her. "I need you to get started on the paper work."

"Will do," Casey responded as she looked over at Olivia.

"I need to find the status on the precinct, but I'll check in on you all when I'm done,' Cragen said to all of them while looking directly at Elliot. With a few last words, Elliot and Casey left the room as the nurse and Dr. Fisk prepared to transport Olivia back to the ICU. Together, the two of them and Elliot escorted Olivia's stretcher back to the ICU leaving Munch and Fin with Morgan. When they got there, Elliot stood idle as he watched the nurse hook Olivia up to a ventilator as Dr. Fisk monitored her stats.

"Is that really necessary?" Elliot asked with a catch in his voice. From past experience, being put on a ventilator is what happened when victims were on the brink of death. It meant they weren't able to control their own bodies, support their own lives, so machines had to do it for them. Only when they made it off the ventilator could hope arise.

Dr. Fisk looked at him sympathetically. "It'll probably be unnecessary once twenty-four hours are up, but it's necessary until we know for sure whether the overdose damaged her lungs." Elliot swallowed, but could only nod in response.

"Jenny, could you get a wet wash cloth for Detective Stabler, please?" Dr. Fisk said to the nurse. The nurse smiled and nodded as she did one last check on the connections of the ventilator before leaving the room.

"I've been a doctor for twenty years, here, Detective, and I've seen many things," Dr. Fisk said to him. She had left Olivia's side and now stood near him with a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I can shoot out my medical opinion based on the numerous textbooks that doctors have studied and memorized for generations, but I know sometimes things don't always play out like you think they will and I don't mean that in a bad way." She said as she applied a little pressure by pushing into his shoulder as she tried to get him to look at her.

"Medically, yes, she's very lucky to be alive with everything's she been through, but though I know her very little, I can tell wish ones are fighters." Elliot nodded but without reassurance.

"Hey," she commanded in the same brilliant way all doctors did when they wanted to make sure they got someone's attention. "I'm not one to give false hope. There's nothing sweet about death so why sugar coat it? Give her a little time and I think you'll see her walking out of this hospital. Just don't give up on her and I'm sure she won't give up on you." Jenny, the nurse, arrived a second later and handed Elliot the washcloth. Dr. Fisk glanced once again at Olivia's monitor and with a last look at Elliot as reminder for him to remember her words, she left the room.

Elliot slowly moved the damp cloth over his hands as he focused on removing the blood that had taken refuge in the creases of his skin. He rubbed the cloth harshly and deeply into his skin. The process was slow, for he remained meticulous in his actions. Despite having wanted to punch Morgan from the moment he first spoke Elliot got no satisfaction in beating the man up because he knew it wouldn't save Olivia.

10101010

Despite being ordered, prodded, and bribed to go home, Elliot never left Olivia's side. Most of the food they had tried to make him eat sat on Olivia's night table, rotting. He had only found the energy to eat an inch off the turkey sandwich that Casey had brought him before the mayo began to turn and the turkey began sprouting white hairs. He'd been there for three days, never wavering, and never giving up hope. She'd been taken off the ventilator just yesterday and they expected her to regain consciousness any day now. He wanted to be there when she woke up. Call it selfishness but he wanted to be the first thing she saw so that she'd know how much he cared, and maybe then she could forgive him.

Morgan had been released from the hospital ten hours after Elliot's beating and taken into custody immediately after. Morgan's lawyers had taken the effort to try and reopen the case of his mother's rape and the alleged rape of his nonexistent sister in order to point an incriminating finger at Olivia, but the judge wouldn't hear of it and Morgan's lawyers were now trying to compile a plea bargain, but Casey wasn't accepting anything less than life without bail, though at the least he deserved two life sentences. Meanwhile, Munch and Fin had been given the task of trying to figure out how Morgan managed to place all those bombs in the precinct without anyone knowing. Since Morgan wasn't talking, it meant going through hours of video surveillance from numerous cameras, starting from the time Morgan first walked into the precinct. They had had little luck so far.

Elliot brought himself out of his trance and turned to look at Olivia's face. He didn't expect to see her eyes open and staring right at him.

"Olivia," Elliot breathed enthusiastically.

"Elliot." Her voice was raspy from the lack of any liquid, but he didn't care. "You look like crap." Elliot would have laughed if he wasn't so afraid that she might slip away from him again. Her being awake now and talking to him, it seemed almost too good to be true. They sat in silence for a moment, neither of them able to say a word to the other. When neither of them could take it any longer they both found themselves speaking at the same time.

"Olivia…"

"Morgan?"

"He's in custody," Elliot reassured. Olivia nodded slightly before closing her eyes in what he guessed was relief. She didn't open them for awhile after and Elliot feared she may have fallen asleep until he gave one final attempt at whispering her name.

"Hmm?" She mumbled, her eyes still closed.

"Olivia, I…"

"It was not your fault, Elliot," Olivia stated, sounding more like herself after having swallowed repetitively to catch her words.

"But—"

"No," Olivia stated firmly. "Elliot if I thought you were psychic than yeah, I might have a beef with you, but you're not. You did what you could, and for that I thank you." Elliot nodded, but didn't feel as relieved. He guessed he would always in someway blame himself.

"You don't blame me," Elliot said. "That's your choice." Olivia looked ready to interrupt, but Elliot silenced her. "It's your choice, but I still blame me. You've been more than a partner to me. You've protected me and helped me in more ways than sometimes I feel I've done for you, but that's going to change. I can't stand seeing you here, Liv. If you would have died, I know I would have died with you." Elliot watched her eyes soften. She saw the torture in his eyes, the guilt, and all the pain he had suffered the last few days waiting for her.

"Elliot…"

"I love you, Olivia," Elliot rushed out. There was no look of surprise or horror, which he greatly appreciated. With relief he noticed the same look he knew he was giving her reflected in her eyes.

"That's ironic, Detective Stabler," Olivia said to his surprise. "Because I love you too." Elliot felt his smile widen greatly and she smiled back in return. Slowly, he bent down and brought his lips to hers. When they met, Elliot felt his heart beat faster and then relax as if their kiss was the most natural thing in the world. His stomach fluttered and a shiver of pleasure and excitement went down his back, almost simultaneously. Things were finally turning out the way they should.

10101010

3 Months Later

"Hey Liv, where's the Carson file?" Elliot asked as he swiveled around in his chair to look at his partner who was currently talking on the phone. She shot him an irritated look before covering up the mouthpiece.

"It's on your desk," she whispered back harshly.

"I don't see it," Elliot said pointedly.

"Did you look under the Pitney file?" Olivia asked forgetting to cover the phone this time. "No, I'm sorry, not you."

"Of course I looked under there, it's not here…" Elliot said as he lifted up the Pitney file to reveal the missing Carson file. Elliot tried to cover his surprise, but he couldn't hide it fast enough.

"Yes, thank you, you've been a big help," Olivia said as she hung up the phone. "Told you."

"I think you planted it there," Elliot said with a grin.

"Ha," Olivia said with a satisfied grin. "I don't need to plant anything. It's not my fault you can't find anything on that abominable thing you call a desk."

"I got an idea." Elliot stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders, so as not to seem too obvious to everyone in the office, though he was pretty sure they all knew, or at least had a hunch that the two of them were in a relationship. "How about you stay late with me one night and help me organize it?" His voice became low and playful as he spoke.

"Alright, you two get a room," Munch said coming up to them, interrupting Olivia's reply. Munch was soon followed by Fin and Casey.

"Verdict in?" Elliot demanded when he saw Casey. Casey nodded, but Elliot wasn't able to read anything from her face. He reached over and grabbed Olivia's hand.

"Guilty on all accounts. Fifty to life, I don't think we have anything to worry about. He'll be an old man before he's even considered for bail." Olivia breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good job, Casey," Olivia congratulated.

Casey shrugged. "He had no case and went to court against his lawyer's judgment. I just asked the questions."

"And the electric company has been notified?" Elliot asked. After numerous hours of analyzing video tape, Munch and Fin had discovered that Morgan had been working as an electrician. He had gained access to the precinct on what was described as a routine inspection. During court, Morgan further testified that he had disabled the power going to the security system and returned to the precinct the night before he turned himself into the precinct. At that time, he placed bombs in random offices before leaving the precinct and restoring power to the security system.

"Yep, they're in the process of reevaluating their employees."

"What goods that gonna do? The guy had a clean record," Fin pointed out.

"Their own fears I guess," Casey shrugged.

"No champagne, but no groans," Don Cragen said, appearing behind Olivia. "What's the verdict?"

"Guilty on all accounts," Elliot answered.

"Best news I've heard all day," Cragen smiled.

"How about we celebrate with Munch buying us lunch?" Fin suggested.

Munch looked at Fin in surprise. "Why me?"

"Because your coffee sucks."

"There's no logic in that whatsoever," Munch protested.

"Good, then I'm sounding like you," Fin replied with a wink at the rest of the group.

"It's alright, I'll pay," Olivia insisted. "After all, you guys really saved me back there. Take it as a small thanks."

Elliot squeezed Olivia's hand as the rest of the group smiled at her.

Fin looked up at Olivia. His tone was serious, but his eyes showed his brotherly love. "You know you don't even have to ask. Anytime, baby girl. Anytime."