Olivia ran into the surgery waiting room upon Elliot's call.
"How is she?" Olivia asks. Elliot shook his head, "Not too good."
Much to her surprise, Elliot began to cry.
"El?" "She shot herself Liv. If she dies, how can I ever face Chloe or the twins?"
Olivia hugged him, "It's going to be okay. Beca's tough as hell. I know she'll be alright."
"You're right." Elliot sniffles and wipes the tears from his face, "God. Thanks."
"You're welcome partner." Olivia smiles as they sat down in the hospital chairs.
They sit in silence.
A few hours later, a doctor came out, "Family of Beca Mitchell?"
Elliot and Olivia went over.
"Family?" "Detectives. Her wife is recovering from giving birth right now." Olivia said.
"Okay...uhh, we did all we could and she's in a coma. Our best bet right now is to life flight her to Salt Lake City." "Why not keep her here?"
"She has lost so much weight that doing this surgery was risky enough as it was. May I speak to her wife?" He asked.
Elliot shook his head, "We'll talk to her."
"Okay. Let us know in an hour." He walked away.
"We have to lie to her." "El-" "Liv, listen. It's better this way."
"What if she tries to hurt herself?" "We'll be there for her. Liv, Salt Lake has the better hospital and Beca will heal better in Utah then here."
Olivia nods, "I'll call Abbie and set up wpp for Beca."
"Okay." Elliot sighed.
Why the hell did he decide this?