"I knew it was stupid to think she could help him," Munch said. "Change him."

There shift was over, but everyone except Sonny hadn't particularly wanted to go home. They'd grown fond of Olivia over the last few months and the fact that she was gone, especially without saying goodbye… Well, it hurt.

"She did," Amanda said. "It just… didn't end the way we wanted it to."

"But he's going to go back to being his broody, jackass self," Fin said.

"Maybe it would have been better if she hadn't come at all," Jet muttered, clutching her sad octopus to her chest.

Suddenly, a noise they hadn't heard in a long time crackled to life.

"All units in the 3-7 district respond," a voice on the squad room radio said. "Hostage situation with potential suspicious arson. Request all units."

They all looked at one another.

"Did that just say what I think it said?" Amanda asked. "Hostage situation and arson in the 3-7? This district?"

"It did," Munch said.

"Well, what do we do?" Jet asked.

"We respond," Fin said. "It's our job."

"I don't do the field," Jet said.

"You do tonight, kid," Fin said. "C'mon let's go."

"Copy, 3-7 responding," Munch said into the radio as the band of misfits trudged their way out into the night.

Meanwhile, across town, Elliot sat in his SUV. Seatbelt buckled, hands on the steering wheel, but ignition off. He knew he needed to go back to the station house, or go home. Maybe go to a bar. Just anywhere to get away from this gala and this night.

He thought he and Olivia had something between them. The way she let him hold her. The way they worked together on his case. She was stubborn and infuriating. Smart and sweet. And always very beautiful.

But it didn't matter. She was destined for great things, he could tell. And staying at the 3-7, associating with him, it would bring her down. McGrath wouldn't be around forever. His stupid conditions of never speaking to her squad again or being barred from future promotions, those would fall away in time. But if she kept hanging around him, let his reputation cloud hers, those conditions would follow her forever.

Knowing that didn't make it hurt any less.

Elliot was wondering if maybe he made a mistake, if maybe he should take a trip to the 16th precinct and offer to help with the Lewis case when his police radio hummed to life.

10-13, officer down," a voice called, spilling out of the speaker and into his car.. "Outside the 3-7 precinct."

Elliot's heart stopped. The only people that went in or out of the 3-7 were his team. Who was it? Were they okay? While he loved his team, he secretly hoped it wasn't Jet most of all. She'd become like a fourth daughter to him, and even though he cared about the other members of his team, she was top priority. That's why he made sure to honor her request of never going into the field. Not that they had much field work to do anyway.

"Badge number 4015," the voice said again, and Elliot was certain he blacked out for a moment.

That was Olivia's badge number.

What the hell was she doing back at the 3-7? Why wasn't she with Cragen and the SVU squad? Did she come back thinking he might be there? Did she need evidence from the West Wing. His heart was pounding in his throat.

"Send a bus," the voice yelled. "Oh God she's not breathing."

He turned the ignition faster that he could think about it, flipped on the sirens and flew out of his parking spot.

"Lieutenant Stabler, 6313 responding," he answered, one hand on the wheel, flying out of the parking garage.

He could not lose her, not like this. Not at all.

With the lights and sirens, the ride wasn't very long, but it felt like an eternity to Elliot. Even if the paramedics responded and whisked her away already, someone would be there at the scene to tell them where she went. And he'd follow. He would be at her side to help her heal, or to say goodbye. But whatever was happening, she wasn't going to go through it alone.

She'd told him in recent weeks that she'd been alone her whole life. Olivia divulged her mother's rape and her hunt for her biological father that took an illegal turn and led her to a half brother who was under investigation for rape and jumped bail with her help. She'd whispered to him one night in the darkness of the West Wing while he showed her pictures of his kids that the only thing she ever really wanted in life was a family, a child of her own, someone to love.

And he would be damned if he was going to let her go through either the last moments of her life or a long road of recovery on her own. Reputation or not.

Elliot pulled up in front of the 3-7 as quickly as he could, but what was strange is there was nobody there. And not just no officers, no paramedics, no evidence of a crime scene. There was literally no one around. Like a ghost town.

He put a hand to his hip where he'd holstered his weapon earlier in the night and cautiously stepped out of his car to head toward the door.

Something didn't feel right, but he kept on walking. It wasn't until he felt someone behind him that he tried to spin around and reach for his piece, but he wasn't quick enough.

"Welcome home, Detective Stabler," a voice said.

That was the last thing he remembered before everything went black.

Not much later Donnelly's car pulled up in front of the 3-7, with the woman who drugged Carisi close behind.

Frank slipped from the car, but his window was down, so Olivia could hear everything.

"You stay with him," Frank said to the woman who'd followed them. "Keep him alive for now. We'll see how much of a liability he is later, after we're done with these two. I'm going to take her inside and get this show on the road."

Then, Frank was at her door, ripping it open and pulling her roughly out of the backseat.

"Your time to shine, sweetheart," he said, yanking her roughly by the elbow and up the steps into the building.

Olivia noticed it was empty, the team likely heading the call from earlier and she prayed they were just sent on a wild goose chase and not into some ambush. She'd heard Elliot respond to her fake 10-13 call but she hadn't seen him yet either, though there was a small smattering of blood out in the parking lot.

Frank yanked her up flights and flights of stairs until they finally reached the roof. Overhead, a storm cloud boomed.

"The roof, really?" Olivia asked.

"It's supposed to rain," Frank said. "Wash away the evidence. Plus, nobody will think to look up here."

He pushed her out of the stairwell and she stumbled onto the building's roof. And that's when she saw it: Elliot at the far end of the roof with his hands and mouth duct taped, and William Lewis standing behind him, swinging a crowbar and whistling a song that was supposed to be happy, but instead gave her chills.

"Elliot," she breathed, almost silently.

His blue eyes were wild and trained right on her. She could see blood trickling down his neck from behind his ear, bleeding into the clean cut white shirt he'd had on at the gala, the one just a few hours earlier she'd had her head buried in feeling safer and more secure than she ever had in her life.

Elliot mumbled underneath the duct tape.

"What's that?" Lewis said with a dark chuckle. "I can't hear you."

Then he ripped the tape from Elliot's mouth.

"You bastards," he yelled. "This was a setup. Olivia is fine. Who the hell called in the 10-13?"

"Oh Dale," Frank yelled, and Stuckey stepped out from behind an air vent, waving to make himself known.

"Olivia are you hurt?" Elliot yelled across the roof.

"No," Olivia said. "Just uncomfortable."

"It'll be alright, we'll…." but Lewis slapped the duct tape back over his mouth.

"That's enough out of you," Lewis said. "I have a feeling you're going to be very chatty about what you see next."

Slowly, Frank and Lewis traded places and prisoners. Frank yanked Elliot back by the shirt collar, pulling that rare pistol from his pocket and holding it against Elliot's neck.

"One move, you're both dead," Frank said.

Lewis stalked up to Olivia and roughly pulled her hair so she was looking up at him.

"Remember the little chat we had about what a real man can do for you?" Lewis said, running a rough hand down her neck and shoulder before gripping her breast in a way that made Olivia wince. "Time to find out just how much you like it."

Olivia opened her mouth to scream but Lewis slapped her, and Elliot grunted and tried to lunge from Frank's grip.

"Billy," Stuckey said from the corner. "Do you really need to slap her like that?"

"Shut up, Dale," Lewis said. "This doesn't concern you."

Lewis was backing Olivia up to the edge of the roof pawing at her.

"You might want to call out his name," Lewis said pointing to Elliot. "But every time you do, I'll make sure to remind you that he's not the one causing you so much pleasure. It's me."

Then Lewis pulled a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, lit one up, and lifted Olivia's shirt, pressing it to the left side of her abdomen. She screamed in pain and Elliot was doing his best to pull away from Frank, but the barrel of the gun was still there in his neck.

Olivia tried to scream again but Lewis slapped her, harder this time.

"Billy, why are you hurting her?" Stuckey asked. "I thought you just wanted to have sex with her?"

"Torture is fun, Dale," Lewis said, pressing the cigarette to another place on Olivia's abdomen, and she choked out another sob.

"Stop it," Stuckey said, coming up behind Lewis, who didn't flinch and, instead, elbowed him in the mouth.

"Back off," Lewis said. "You're just a little chump who can't do anything right in the first place."

"I'm not," Stuckey said. "I helped you with all those other girls. I helped lure them here."

"And now your duties are over, Dale," Frank said. "So shut up, stand aside and let the big boys handle this."

"I'm not just some kid, some screw up," Stuckey yelled.

"Shut the hell up before I make you shut up," Frank said, turning the gun from Elliot to Stuckey.

Olivia caught Elliot's eye over Lewis' shoulder as he turned around to see what Stuckey and Donnelly were getting into.

Elliot gave her a quick nod and it was all she needed.

With Frank's gun pointed at Stuckey, Elliot made a quick turn to pull from his grasp. Olivia head-butted Lewis and he was startled, stumbling backwards. But he'd pushed her so close to the edge he lost his balance and tumbled over the side.

Elliot and Olivia watched as he tumbled end over end and landed on the concrete in a bloody puddle.

Problem one, solved.

There was a nail sticking out of the wall of the roof. Elliot jerked his duct taped wrist up against it until the material started to split and he was able to get them free enough and rip the tape off his mouth, then he turned to Olivia.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"These burns don't feel too great, but I'm alright," she said.

"Whose cuffs?" Elliot asked.

"Mine," Olivia said. "Key is in my back pocket."

Quickly, not letting himself comprehend the fact that he was touching her ass in the process he fished out her cuff keys and got her unlocked, then came to stand in front of her.

"You came back," he said, placing a hand to her cheek.

"I didn't have much of a choice," she joked. "I was already in the car with Donnelly when I heard Stuckey point out the 10-13. I wanted to warn you, but he smashed my phone."

"It's alright," Elliot said. We're together now. Everything's going to be fine. We make a hell of a team."

Olivia wanted to answer but she caught a glimpse of Donnelly and Stuckey still caught in their pissing match a few yards away. Donnely's gun was pointed at them. Only now Stuckey had a gun too, and had it pointed at Donnelly.

Olivia reached for her hip, but her gun was gone. Donnelly had removed it before he put her in the back seat of his car.

"El, do you have your gun?" Olivia asked, trying to stay calm and quiet.

He reached for his hip, but it was bare.

"Lewis must have taken it after he cracked me over the head," Elliot said.

"No," Olivia said. "I think Stuckey has it now."

Slowly, Elliot turned to see what Olivia was seeing.

A shot rang out into the night, and Frank Donnelly fell to the ground.

Olivia gasped.

"Stuckey shot Frank," Olivia said to Elliot.

But he didn't respond. Instead, he slumped back against Olivia taking them both to the ground.

"El?" she asked, confused, his heavy body holding her down.

And that's when she saw it, blood, near where Elliot's heart should be.

"Elliot?" Olivia says, louder this time. "El, talk to me."

Above, another rumble of thunder boomed, and lightning flashed in the sky.

"Elliot, stay with me," Olivia said, pressing her hand where the blood was seeping through his shirt. "Please don't leave me. Elliot?"

"At least I got to see you…" Elliot said, his breathing becoming shallower. "One last time. Didn't deserve you. So glad I found you."

Elliot started to close his eyes.

"El, no," Olivia said, feeling the tears starting to wet her cheeks. "C'mon baby, no. This isn't the end. This isn't the last time. You can't leave me. I love you."

Elliot's lips curled into a smile as his eyes shut fully.

Olivia let out a strangled sob, and above them, the clouds opened up and the rain began to pour.


A/N: Before you throw things at me, remember this is based on a DISNEY MOVIE! Two more chapters. I promise, it's all gonna be fine! Looking forward to getting yelled at in the reviews :)