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"Finally, you guys come with the good coffee. What took you so long?" Fin asked as Amanda and Kat walked in with their things and a tray of coffees not touched by their breakroom. He accepted his cup with a nod to Amanda when she handed it to him.

"We were busy trying to understand why your autocorrect kicked in the way it did." Amanda mused, jutting her chin towards his phone. "Did you get a new one?"

Fin frowned, picking up his phone. "Yeah, I was trying to do something nice for Phoebe by preparing a bubble bath for her. Unfortunately, my phone decided to test the waters first." He started scrolling through his phone. "All I texted you guys was not to get me a vanilla latte."

Kat smirked as she relaxed back into her chair. "Vanilla isn't what we got."

Fin's eyes widened when he saw the text he sent to Amanda. Just get whatever, but not a vagina latte. He looked back up between the two of them. "I didn't type that."

"We figured that out pretty quickly." Amanda chuckled, taking her own seat at her desk. "Just double check what you're typing there. If you had sent that to the wrong person, you could have more than just Kat and I asking you questions."

Fin rolled his eyes, tossing his cell phone back onto his desk. "In moments like these, I kind of miss the old brick phones where you could only call people. I never had glitches with those, just bad signal." He met Amanda's eyes. "Pretty sure Munch still has one in case the world ever goes dark."

"Pretty sure Munch also has an underground bunker upstate that he claims can't be found by the government or UFOs. Your argument is thin." Amanda laughed before they heard their captain walk in, her voice light and happy as she talked on her phone.

Olivia saw her team's eyes gaze up at her but only stopped when she was closer to Fin's desk. "Hold on one second." She said into her phone before tilting it towards her shoulder, her eyes meeting her number two's. "Hey Fin, Elliot got your text. He couldn't figure out what your message meant, but he assumed you meant drinks. He can't do that tonight. Raincheck?"

Fin smirked. "What? He's got you playing messenger now?"

Olivia rolled her eyes and put the phone on speaker, holding it further out. Elliot's voice immediately erupted from the device. "-text said 'you up for some drugs tonight? Girl caught a cold and won't be home 'til late."

"I hate this phone." Fin grumbled. "I said drinks, not drugs. Phoebe caught a case, not a cold. Besides, what else is your ass doing?"

"I'm packing since I move into my new place this weekend. I also have company coming, so I'm busy. I've got food ordered. Plans have been set." Elliot explained nonchalantly, hoping Fin wouldn't pry further. His company was one person, and that one person liked her privacy more than he did. "Once I'm settled, you can come over. We'll watch a game, have a few beers."

Olivia looked at Fin, shrugging her shoulders. "That okay with you?"

"You wouldn't happen to be ordering Chinese food, would you?" Fin asked with a smirk, his eyes teasing Olivia with that knowing glint he reserved just for her and Elliot. "If I remember right, we used to work with someone who had their favorite Chinese food place on speed dial."

"It was not on speed dial." Olivia retorted.

Elliot laughed on his end. "I'm not sure. I didn't order the food. I'm just paying for it."

Olivia took the phone off speaker, pressing it back to her ear as she retreated to her office. Amanda cleared her throat from behind Fin, putting her phone back in its cradle on her desk. "Hey, Vanilla Latte, we got a vic down at Mercy who sounds pretty beat up. We need to go now."

"Hey, how's the vic?" Amanda asked, returning to Fin in the hallway after hanging up her phone.

Fin shook his head. "Vic didn't make it. They apparently found her with burns to most of the right side to her body. Her immune system couldn't take it." He pointed towards the burn unit doors. "They just took her down to the morgue to do a full exam on her. Hopefully, the burns didn't destroy all the evidence to catch this prick."

Amanda huffed out a breath. "Shit," she slipped her phone back into her pocket, "that was Liv on the phone. She and Kat are on their way down to help. A nurse called the unit about a woman who came in early this morning. She said she was pulled into a bush in the park on her way home from work. I'll partner with Kat on the park attack if you wanna meet up with Liv in the morgue."

"Let's go." Fin nodded.

As they entered the elevator, Amanda smirked seeing Fin pull out his phone, tapping his fingers across the screen rapidly. "If you're texting someone, I hope you're double checking everything. We don't need a scandal breaking out because you accidentally sexted someone."

Fin rolled his eyes, pocketing his phone a moment later. "Stabler and I are talking about getting drinks next week. He's taking a few days off to move and unpack, so we might meet up after I get off for the day."

"How's he doing?" Amanda asked, glancing up at the descending numbers in the corner.

"I'd say better. Liv could probably tell you exactly." Fin shrugged. "Those two are tight, even after all this time. They don't know all of each other's secrets anymore. Their histories aren't completely side by side now, but they could read each other like books just from a single look."

"I just hope he doesn't hurt her again. I didn't know them as partners back then, but I saw the hurt left behind when I arrived." Amanda breathed.

Fin stared ahead for a moment, thinking over her words. In reality, he did worry about the future those two had for one another. He knew they'd never hurt each other intentionally, but their stubborn ways and the invisible lines they drew in the sand could still prevent them from moving forward despite all that's changed now. "Yeah, I hope they can figure their shit out."

"What do we know so far?" Olivia asked as she and Fin walked down the hallway in the basement.

"Vic was brought in barely alive. A nurse just getting off her shift was walking down the street when she heard the vic behind a dumpster, half torched." Fin explained. "They rushed medics and a gurney down to her. When they asked her what happened, she said she'd been raped, but she didn't say anything else before she passed out. She was admitted. They started treatment, but she died without regaining consciousness. Between the burns and the treatments, we're not sure what evidence was preserved, but they brought her down to see if they could find something for us to work with."

Olivia ran a hand through her hair, sighing as they reached the end of the hall. "My God. We need to get this guy off the streets."

When they opened the first door to the morgue, Fin and Olivia were both hit with the smell of burnt flesh. It wasn't a new smell for either of them, but it was strong enough to knock Olivia back. Fin looked back, seeing her eyes closed as she leaned against the wall. "Liv, hey, you okay?"

"The smell." Olivia nearly gasped, clutching a hand to her chest.

"Shit." Fin muttered, quickly closing the door and wrapping his arm around Olivia. He guided her back towards the elevator. "C'mon, we're going upstairs."

Olivia shook her head. "No, it's just a panic attack. I'll be fine in a couple minutes."

"Well, you look like you're about to pass out. Let's just go upstairs, get you some space, some breathing air." Fin negotiated, already guiding her into the elevator. He fished his phone out of his pocket, feeling it vibrate with another text message from Elliot. "I'm not letting you pass out outside the morgue."

Elliot was smiling at his desk, listening as Bell and Washburn fought over a pop culture reference he was actually aware of for a change, with his head in one of the last files he had to fill out for Richard Wheatley's case. . .for now. He glanced up when his cell lit up on his desk, frowning when he saw Fin's name knowing that he had mentioned going to Mercy to catch a new case. Picking up the phone, he swiped his thumb across the screen and pulled up the text. His eyes widened and his heart stopped when he saw what it said.

Meet me at the hospital. Liv's having a heart attack. - Fin

Without saying a word, leaving everything not already attached to his belt or in his pockets, he bolted from the office, silencing Bell and Washburn's argument as he sprinted by. He vaguely heard Bell as he slammed open the door leading outside. "Hey, Stabler!"

He didn't stop. He ran as fast as his legs would allow. He didn't wait for walk signs and nearly plowed a couple people over, muttering 'sorry's over his shoulder and hollering for others to move. He even flashed his badge to make his point clear. He didn't even slow down when he entered the hospital even though his lungs were burning and his legs were crying out for a break. As he approached the elevators, he saw a familiar face by the check-in desk. "Hey, you're Officer Tamin, right?"

Kat looked up, immediately recognizing the out of breath detective. "Detective now. Yeah, I am." She took in his disheveled appearance and rapid breathing, knowing he was only here for one person and one person only. "Liv is on the fifth floor."

"Thank you!" Elliot panted before the elevator doors opened. He rushed inside, pushing the button and jamming his finger into the door close arrows until they started to do so. He tried to regulate his breathing, leaning against the back wall while the elevator rose. Despite his body's need for a break, he cursed the slowness of the elevator, wondering if it would've been faster if he'd taken the stairs. When the doors opened, he saw Fin and Amanda at the end of the hallway and burst into a sprint again. "Fin!"

Fin's eyes widened when he saw his friend out of breath, in clear distress, and almost manic. "Elliot, slow your roll."

"Where's Liv?" Elliot asked, looking around wildly.

"She's in a room. A nurse is just checking her out." Amanda tried to reassure him. She was concerned that Elliot was on the verge of having a stroke the way he was looking and acting.

Elliot gulped down air. "Well, how is she? What does she need? I can give it to her. I'm her blood type!" He frowned when both of them grew confused in front of him. "What does she need? Does she need a kidney? A lung? Hell, if she needs a new heart, tell the doctors she can have mine! It's already hers. Just tell me she can make it!"

Fin grabbed Elliot's shoulders. "Woah, woah, woah, Elliot, man. What are you talking about? Olivia had a panic attack. I asked you down here because I figured you could take her home and keep her calm."

"A pan-a panic attack?" Elliot asked before grabbing Fin by his shirt. His desperate need for Olivia to be okay quickly turned to rage. "Your text said she had a heart attack!"

Amanda's eyes widened. "You texted him?"

"I was trying to get Liv into a room without argument." Fin retorted before shoving Elliot off of him. "Sorry for the mix up, but I think you should've been here anyway. You're sweating like you're about to have a heart attack."

Elliot glared at him. "I ran here from OC. I wasn't going to risk getting caught in traffic even if I had my lights on." He ran a hand down his face, his breathing slowly regulating. "Jesus Christ, Fin."

"You guys are here for Captain Benson, right?" A nurse asked from behind them. They all turned, seeing her stepping out of the room. "You can see her now."

"Thank you." Elliot breathed before rushing in, not even giving Fin and Amanda a chance to tell him that she may be jumpy or a little off balance. They quickly followed and were further surprised to see Olivia shocked but not affected by Elliot's presence in a triggering way.

Olivia gaped. "Elliot!"

"Thank God you're alright." Elliot breathed before wrapping his arms around her.

Olivia wrapped her own around him, her nose burrowing against his shoulder. "Of course, I am. What are you doing here?" She gazed up when Fin and Amanda walked in, groaning in frustration. "Fin, why did you worry him? And, El, why are you all sweaty?"

Amanda rolled her eyes turning a glare to Fin. "Tech savvy here still hasn't mastered his new phone. He accidentally told Elliot you were having a heart attack, so Elliot ran here from OC. Elliot almost killed him already if you're thinking about doing it yourself."

"Oh my God, Fin." Olivia muttered before her cheek fell to Elliot's, his shoulders still wrapped up in his arms. "El, I'm okay. I promise." She reached up, squeezing the back of his neck to reassure him. "It was just a panic attack. I have them every now and then."

"I still know they make you feel like shit." Elliot sighed, speaking from his own experience. He pulled back, brushing back her hair and meeting her eyes. "Do you have your car keys?"

Olivia frowned before she nodded, pointing to her jacket in the nearby chair. "Yeah, in my coat pocket."

"Good," Elliot hummed before snatching her jacket and holding it hostage as he crossed his arms over his chest, "I'll take you home."

"I'm going back to work." Olivia corrected, crossing her own arms over her chest.

Elliot shook his head, his eyes widening the slightest before narrowing. "That's not happening."

Olivia groaned. "Son of a bitch, Elliot, I-"

"-can take care of yourself. Oh, I'm well aware. And, you can call me a son of a bitch, an asshole, even a shit ass Monday through Sunday, but, if you think you're going back to work to read paperwork on this case today, I will storm your office and haul your ass out." Elliot cut her off, his eyes boring into hers.

Fin nodded his head, clapping Elliot's shoulder and tugging slightly. He had hoped to stop the glaring contest between the two, but they were fixated on each other. "Liv, we've got it covered until tomorrow. We'll go get the doctor so you can sign out, and then hotshot here can take you home." He pulled on Elliot's shoulder again, leaving the small patient room with him and leaving Olivia alone with Amanda.

Olivia scoffed, scrubbing her hands up her face and through her hair. "The stubbornness in that man. . ."

"I don't think that was him being stubborn, Liv." Amanda breathed, watching Olivia closely. "He's aggressive, sure, but he's protective. He wants to take care of you. We all know you can take care of yourself, but that doesn't mean you should have to all the time."

"Amanda, you don't know him like I do-" Olivia began, but was cut off again. This time by Amanda.

"No, I don't, but I do know that I just witnessed him nearly falling apart at the idea that he may lose you." Amanda laid it out, blunt and honest, and it surprised Olivia into silence. "Because of Fin's stupid phone, he ran here for fifteen blocks without probably a word to anyone as to why he was bolting. Even as he clung to Fin asking how you were and if you were okay, he was desperate to make sure you would be. He even offered to give you his blood, his kidney. He said you could have his heart if you really needed a new one." She saw the shock wash over Olivia's features, her anger nearly melting away like it was visible on her skin. "He said some other stuff, stuff that I think you should hear from him, but that man was ready to end his life five minutes ago if it meant you could live."

Olivia glanced out the windows of the room, seeing Fin and Elliot talking by the nurses station. "He really said that?"

Amanda nodded, sitting down in the chair by the door. "I think he would've cut it out himself if he had the power." She bit her lip, watching her boss and friend digest the information. "So, it may irritate you that he doesn't want you to go back to work or that it seems like coddling, but he thought you were dying. Wanting to be close to you the rest of the day doesn't seem like he's trying to shield you."

"He'll always want to do that." Olivia huffed, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But, I know what you mean."

Elliot smiled softly when Amanda and Olivia walked over, his eyes staying on Olivia. "You still pissed at me?"

Olivia shook her head, walking into his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Thank you."

Elliot didn't hesitate to wrap his own arms around her, burying his face in her hair. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"This doesn't mean I'll go home every time." Olivia corrected him, pulling back only far enough to look up at his face. "There will be times I will go back to work, and you'll just have to deal with it. I can be just as stubborn as you. I also outrank you."

Elliot smirked. "As much as I respect that, and I'm super proud of you for it, I will wait you out just like any activist between a bulldozer and a tree." He reached for the clipboard on the counter, holding it up to Olivia. "Just sign, and you're free."

Olivia grabbed the pen, quickly signing her name at the bottom. "Not sure about the free part."

"You're hilarious." Elliot rolled his eyes. He set the clipboard back on the counter when Olivia was finished, glancing over to Fin and Amanda. "I promise that you will have your badass captain back tomorrow in one piece and well taken care of."

"If you want, I can take care of Noah tonight, give you some extra time to relax." Amanda offered.

Olivia turned, about to speak, when Elliot piped in while digging through her jacket pocket for her car keys. "He's at a sleepover tonight. He begged Olivia for like an hour knowing it was a school night. I got most of the story when we were talking on the phone. So, she will be carefree the rest of the night."

Olivia glanced up at him, turning to slip into her jacket when he held it up for her. "What about packing up your apartment?" She saw Elliot about to protest and smirked up at him. "Just remember. You still don't know where I live, but I know where you are."

"Oh, how the tables have turned." Elliot furrowed his eyebrows together before glancing down her frame. "I know you don't want to pack up my apartment in slacks. If it didn't look so unprofessional, you would go to work in sweatpants."

"I'll wear something of yours. You hoard your clothes like little girls collect stuffed animals." Olivia shrugged, smiling at his amused and offended expression. "If you've got a problem with that, I can always go back to work. There's plenty to do there."

Elliot nodded at Fin and Amanda before grinning at Olivia, that cocky grin that made her smile sour. "No problem here, Captain. After you."

Amanda and Fin both watched as the two walked stride for stride down the hallway towards the elevators. She leaned over to Fin, scratching the back of her head. "I feel like we just watched a barrel of gasoline roll away to find a lit match."

"It's been rolling for twenty-two years. At this point, I think even Bugs Bunny would have an issue lighting it." Fin chuckled.

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