So I decided to update before I receive any death threats. Thanks LivNEl for the… shall we call it motivation? Here you are I hope it helps with the suspense. If not you know what to do. Enjoy!

Abandoned Building, rooftop
263 Marlboro St.
June 24th

"BANG!"

Olivia closed her eyes when she heard the shot go off. She opened them back up when she realized she wasn't dead yet and saw the blank stare come over her attacker's face. She watched as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and saw him collapse to the ground. The sun came up and blinded her again forcing her to close her eyes again.

"Liv, Liv." He called bending down beside her. He placed a hand on her cheek and called her again. "Liv." She moaned a response and he was glad that she was still alive.

A few moments before Elliot had shot Vince, he had seen him standing over her. Vince was about to shoot her when he pulled the trigger. Not aiming for a non-vital part of his body to shoot him in like he was trained to do, but just shooting not caring where the bullet hit as long as it stopped him. He was slightly saddened but mostly angered when he ran over and found that the bullet hadn't killed him but only injured him. He had shot him in the back but Tommy was still breathing and if it wasn't for the fact that Olivia was lying nearby bleeding to death, he probably would have shot him again, and again, and again until he was sure he was dead, for hurting her, and those girls, but mostly for hurting her. The woman he loved.

Elliot looked down and saw the blood oozing from her stab wound and quickly pulled off his jacket and balled it up before placing it over the injury. She winced and flinched back, and moaned at the pain she felt as he applied pressure to the wound. She had tried to jerk back to get away from the pain, but when she did she found that there was nowhere to go.

"Shh Liv. I gotta stop the bleeding." Elliot sat down and placed her head in his lap and radioed in for a bus. "This is detective Elliot Stabler badge number 64362. I have an officer down and male shot to the back and I am requesting a bus at 263 Marlboro St, we're on the rooftop. I repeat officer down."

"We hear you loud and clear Detective Stabler. A bus is on its way." Somebody radioed back.

"Hold on Liv. Please hold on." He ran a bloodied hand through her hair while the other stayed applying pressure to her wound.

"El…don't," she struggled to get the words out, but had once again found it hard to breathe. She took a few deep breaths instead.

He stopped running his fingers through her hair and pulled her up more, so that her head rested on his arm while the other continued to apply pressure to her injury. He was hoping that it would help her with her breathing, and it did. "Shh. Liv, don't worry I won't let you die."

"El."

"Shh, Hold on. Just hold on."

"El…I…Love you," she croaked out. "Want… you to know… No matter … what," she said in a haggard voice before she began to cough. He was glad that there wasn't any blood.

"I know, and I love you too, but don't talk like that, okay honey? Listen to that. Can you hear that, can you hear the sirens?" he said when he heard them coming in the distance. "They're coming, just hold on Liv. Please hold on," he begged as he felt her slowly drifting away in his arms. A small tear slowly rolled down his face. "I'm sorry Liv. I'm so sorry. I should have been there. I never should-should have let you go alone. I'm so, so sorry Liv." Olivia slowly reached up a shaky bloodied hand and wiped away one of his tears replacing it with a blood streak.

She cupped his face with her bloodied hand and spoke softly, "It's not…your fault," she whispered. He moved the hand applying pressure to her wound from there and covered the soft hand cupping his face. He held it there and closed his eyes momentarily relishing in the feeling of having her skin so close to his, of feeling her touch, and for once in this whole ordeal he felt some-what at peace.

He felt the dead weight of her hand and realized his hand was the only thing holding hers up. He opened his eyes and saw hers had closed. "No. No. Wake up Liv, please wake up." He let her hand go and it fell lifelessly to the floor. He used his only free hand and smacked her face lightly and continued to call her name.

Her eyes opened and she looked up at him with regret in her eyes. Regret for what she was about to do. "I'm sorry," she whispered, and then closed her eyes again.

"No Liv, no. Don't. Don't you dare die on me! Don't you dare die on me Olivia Benson! Wake up. Wake up!" he said shaking her, which kept her awake. "Stay with me Liv. Please stay with me."

Just then the EMT teams came in. Two men advised him to step away while practically dragging him away at the same time so that they could help her.

"Detective she's in good hands, don't worry," one of them told him.

Elliot watched as they placed a breathing mask over her face so that she could breathe better. He watched them remove the blood soaked jacket he had used as an attempt to stop the bleeding, so that they could treat her wound. He watched as the blood continued to pour out of her body like a fountain of water. He saw the blood quickly soak through the gauze as they tried to stop the bleeding. In no time they had set her up with an IV, and on a stretcher and were in the ambulance, rushing towards the hospital.

Elliot held her hand, trying to comfort her. "Don't give up on me Liv. Please, just hold on," he said to her sleeping form. He brushed her chestnut hair away from her sweat-covered forehead and replaced it with a kiss. She opened her eyes and he felt her squeeze his hand lightly and he couldn't help but smile. Suddenly he saw a blank stare come across Olivia's face, then all the alarms they had hooked her up to started to go off.

"Liv, Liv," he called. "Hold on Liv. Stay with me, please stay with me, Liv."

"She's crashing," called one of the EMT's. "Start CPR," and they began to pump on her chest.

"Olivia Benson you hold on! Hold on baby please hold on," he begged, as his voice cracked. He felt his heart skip a beat when he felt her hand squeeze his back and he couldn't help but think that maybe she was saying goodbye.

Luckily they had reached the hospital, and he continued to hold her hand as they removed her from the ambulance, and ran along side her bed as they wheeled her down the halls of the ER and into one of the trauma rooms. The alarms continued to go off the entire way.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but you have to stay here," said one of the nurses pushing him away and causing him to reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Yeah, but she's my-," he tried to answer back.

"I understand Sir, but stay out here and let us do our jobs. She's in good hands Sir, don't worry." The nurse said before turning around and heading into the trauma room.

Elliot watched as they still tried to stop the bleeding. He watched them cut her now dark maroon instead of blue shirt off her body, the one that clung to her, stiffened with her blood, revealing her lavender laced bra. He watch them slide the tube down her throat and attach a bag and started pumping air into her nearly lifeless body. He watched and listened to them call out the commands.

"Round of Epi, and we need some O neg., and will someone please get a surgeon down here!"

"She's unresponsive." More alarms started to go off making different more horrifying sounds. Elliot felt completely helpless as he watched the woman he loved more than anything in the world, die before his very eyes.

"She's in V-fib."

"Some one get me the paddles and charge to 300."

"CLEAR!"

He saw her body jump from the table with still no response. They tried over and over, and over again. He saw her arm dangle lifelessly from the table and he ran in and grabbed it.

"Keep fighting, Liv. Please Olivia keep fighting. Don't give up on me, not yet. It's not your time to go. You hear me Olivia Benson. Keep fighting. I still need you. I still love you," he whispered in her ear.

"Someone get him out of here!" called one of the doctors. The nurses had to drag him out followed by one of the doctors.

"Sir. We've done and given her everything we possibly can and do. She's lost a lot of blood and is continuing to lose it faster than we can put it back in. We have continued to shock her heart repeatedly, but there's no response. She still has no heartbeat. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more that we can do."

"No! No, no, no, no, no." He refused to accept defeat. "You keep trying. You keep doing whatever the fuck you've been doing an-"

"But Sir-"

"NO! Give her more time. She's still fighting in there. Please give her more time," he cried and begged at the same time.

The doctor saw the sheer anguish and despair on his face and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was pleading with him. He nodded before turning around and heading back into the room. "Another round of Epi, he called, and get that surgeon down here. I don't care if you have to drag his or her ass or carry him or her down here, just make sure he gets his ASS down here! NOW!"

Time seemed to stand still as they continued to shock her lifeless body. Within that time a doctor had rushed pass him, he assumed that it was the fucking surgeon but hadn't really noticed; he was still focused on her. Her skin had paled and her lips were beginning to turn blue. Elliot realized just how much time had actually flown by when the doctor returned.

"Sir, it's been nearly 30 minutes since I last came out here I'm sorry but…"

"NO! No!" Elliot refused to believe that she was gone. Just then they heard a small 'beep'.

"Hey Doc, I think you better get in here. I think we might have a rhythm," called one of the doctors from inside the trauma room called. The Doctor turned around and rushed back into the trauma room.

"Yes Liv, keep fighting. Keep fighting," Elliot whispered to himself as a tear began to roll down his cheek.

"Charge 600, CLEAR!" yelled the doctor. Olivia's body jerked off the table one last time and suddenly the machine started beeping. "We got a steady beat."

"Good now hurry up and get her up to surgery."

Elliot couldn't be anymore happy. He watched as they cut the rest of her close away from her body and covered her with a thin white sheet then wheel her past him, one of the nurses still pumping the bag of oxygen into her body, followed by the doctor carrying a large zip-lock bag.

"She's alive?" Elliot asked. He had to hear it to be sure that his thoughts were true.

"She's alive, but she's not out of the woods yet. She still has to go up to surgery to repair the damage."

"But she's alive though."

"Yes, but anything can happen up there. She can still die." Elliot's heart slumped into the pit of his stomach. "Here's a bag of her personal items." He handed Elliot the bag. In there contained her ID, her necklace and some other jewelry she had been wearing, and her glock. The gun was still probably at the crime scene. No clothes. They had cut every piece away from her body and the jacket had been clearly ruined, he was glad that none of them had been any of her favorite clothes. "I'll have one of the nurses take you up to the waiting room."

Elliot agreed and followed the nurse up to the waiting room. At first he sat, but soon became restless and began pacing the floor of the waiting room. He watched as doctors raced in and out of the swinging doors that led to the O.R. Every time a doctor came out he hoped they were coming to tell him that 'everything was okay.' That 'the surgery was a success,' but sadly that never happened and every time a doctor went in he became more and more worried with the passing time. A couple of times he saw doctors run past him and through the doors spontaneously and he prayed to God that it wasn't for her. He wished he could go in there with them. Waiting outside was just about killing him. He was on his about 1000th turn when the doors to the elevator opened and Cragen, Munch, and Fin came racing through them, Cragen leading the way. He could have sworn to God that he'd never seen Cragen run so fast in all his life.

"What happened?" were the first words out of Cragen's mouth.

"Where've you been?" Elliot asked.

"Well Munch and I were done with questioning those girls and on our way back to the station when we heard you radio out for a bus. It's not? Is it?" Fin asked.

Elliot nodded his head and confirmed the men's fears. "It's her. I still don't understand what took you guys so long?"

"Took us awhile to find out what hospital they took her to," said Fin.

"Yeah, stupid hospital personnel. You'd think they'd know how to use a computer by now, I mean seeing how they work here and everything." Munch chimed in.

"What the hell happened to her!" Cragen yelled, Elliot saw the concern of a father on his face, a look that he had never seen on him before. "Took the hospital forever to notify me. How long have you been here?"

" I don't know. A few hours or something," Elliot answered.

"And what happened to her."

A solemn look came over Elliot's face and he felt the tears threatening to come again. "She was stabbed," he said softly. "I'm assuming multiple times, from the amount of blood," he continued when the image of her dieing flashed into his head and all the blood he'd seen. Blood where he had found Tommy's body, the rooftop, the ambulance, and especially in the trauma room.

"How's she doing?" Fin asked.

"I don't know. She went in a couple hours ago and I haven't heard anything since."

"What. Happened?" Cragen asked again.

"I don't know," Elliot said shaking his head again and began pacing. It took too much for him to stand in one place. "I don't know. I got there and found him about to shoot her, so I shot him. I found some other guy dead on the floor below the roof. I went over to help her…" He stopped pacing and began shaking his head. As if trying to shake away the mental image from his head. "There was just so much blood. I didn't know what to do? I c-c-couldn't help her. I tried, but there was just so much blood, and I-," he stuttered.

"Yes but you did all that you could do."

"I didn't even know a person could bleed like that," he finished a hint of guilt and regret in his tone.

"It's okay Elliot," Cragen spoke softly and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"NO! No it's not! I should have been there! If I was there she wouldn't be in there!" Elliot said pointing to the swinging doors of the O.R "I'm her partner. I'm supposed to protect her. I'm supposed to protect her," he said sitting down, defeat etched in his voice.

"It's not your fault Elliot," Cragen continued.

Elliot looked around and suddenly realized that they were the only ones in the entire waiting room. He watched as a man dressed in a black suit and white undershirt and black tie walked up over. The man wore and army green trench coat over the suit and Elliot continued to watch as he stepped up in front of them.

"I'm Agent Richardson, I'm with IAB."

Cragen turned and shook his hand. "Captain Donald Cragen, what can I do for you?"

"Nothing. I'm actually here to see Detective Stabler here."

"Look can this wait?" asked Elliot.

"I'm sorry but I have to get your statement right away," Richardson continued.

"Elliot you should go. That way when she wakes up you'll be able to stay with her, and she will wake up," Cragen encouraged when he saw the lack of faith and disbelief flash quickly in his eyes and then the sadness cover it. "And you should also get changed too, were you hurt?"

Elliot looked down at himself. He hadn't noticed it before, but he was covered in blood. Her blood. From his hands to his elbows. His shirt, his pants. All were covered in blood, and the streak she had left on his face still remained. "No…" he answered. "No it's all hers."

"Well you're a mess and you look like hell. Go with Richardson then go get cleaned up."

"No, I wanna be here when she gets up and I want to see her when she wakes up."

"You really want her to see you like this? You'll probably scare her with all that blood on your clothes."

"Fine," he finally agreed. He reluctantly left with the investigator his mind full of her. Full of images he never wanted to see again. Full of regrets and guilt over her, for not being there. For knowing that there was a good chance that he may never see her again. Never see her smile. Never see her laugh. Never see her love. Never see her hurt. Never be able to make love to her, but he'll always be able to love her, but never feel her love for him. Never.

So you know the drill review for the next chapter and I'll be sure to keep up my end of the deal as always. :)