A/N: DAMN! I just realized i posted the wrong chapter! It was out of order! SORRY!
Elliot sat in the waiting room as Olivia was in surgery.
Cragen rushed in being followed by John and Brian. "What happened?" Cragen questioned instantly.
"The kid's gun went off and hit her." Elliot answered. "I don't know what happened. We had him."
The captain patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. It's not your fault." He looked at the other detectives. "Munch, her card is in my office. Find it and notify her next of kin." John nodded and left the hospital instantly. "Elliot, change your clothes." He glanced at his detective's bloody clothes.
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John found the card in his captain's files. He looked over at it. It had her mother and her husband put down as her next of kin. Her husband was placed as first but he knew Olivia was having problems at home now. He figured calling her mother first was a smarter choice.
He wrote the address down and left the office.
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John parked the car at the uptown apartment and went out. He looked around already knowing Olivia was nothing like her mother. She didn't live fancy like this neighborhood.
He went up the stairs and knocked on the door.
The door opened. A woman came out drunkenly holding a vodka bottle in her hand. "Yea?" She slurred out.
John raised an eyebrow. "Serena Benson?"
"Who's looking?" She mumbled and took a swig of her drink.
John looked over his glasses at the woman. Olivia defiantly didn't want this embarrassment at the hospital. "Pest control ma'm. Any rodents around here?"
"What? No. Except your being a pest."
John smiled. "It's my charm. Have a good day ma'm." He went back down the stairs and found the address for Olivia's husband.
He drove down to the other apartment. This seemed much more like Olivia. It wasn't as fancy but it was nice. He found the number and knocked on the door.
A couple seconds later Marcus answered the door. "Can I help you?"
"Marcus Montagu?" John questioned.
"Yes." Marcus answered a little confused.
John held up his badge. "Detective John Munch. May I come in?"
Marcus raised an eyebrow but moved out of the doorway. "Sure. Make yourself at home Johnny." He smirked and closed the door as the older man came in.
"You're Olivia's husband?"
"Yes." He crossed his arms on his chest. "What's going on?"
"There was an accident." John told him.
"What kind of accident?"
"She was shot."
Marcus stared at him in shock. "No. She called in Sick. She's not at work. It's a mistake."
"She called in sick but showed up anyway." The detective told him. "She's at a hospital now. You should come and see her."
"I thought she put her mother down as her next of kin."
John nodded. "She did. I went over and Ms. Benson was intoxicated. Figured you were probably more sober for the news."
Marcus scratched the back of his head. "You shouldn't have gotten me. She doesn't want to see me anyway." He grabbed his jacket and pulled on his shoes.
"Well she needs someone there." John told him and opened the door. "I'll drive you."
Marcus nodded and went out of the apartment with Munch following.
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Elliot sat next to Olivia after the surgery waiting for her to wake up.
Olivia slightly opened her eyes and looked around. "Hey." She whispered seeing Elliot.
"Hey." He got up. "How you feeling?"
"Like I just got shot." She smirked a little. "What happened?"
"The kid's gun went off when they tackled him. Accidently got you." He answered. "The doctors said you should be fine though. Got you in the side of the stomach."
"Good thing I turned to shoot you then." She smirked. "Sorry about that."
"Don't worry about it." He nodded. "Want me to call Marcus for you?"
"No." She shook her head.
"Are you sure?"
"He's divorcing me. Not like he cares."
Elliot shrugged. "He is outside waiting already. Munch got him."
Olivia nodded a little. "Then I guess yeah."
"Ok. I'll get him." Elliot nodded. "Feel better partner."
She smirked. "Thanks."
A couple seconds later Marcus came into the room. He closed the door behind him. "Hey." He whispered as he went over to her.
"Hi." She said quietly. "Thanks for coming."
"No problem." He sat down on the bed by her. "How you feeling?"
"Been better." She answered. "How's the flu?"
He smiled. "It's gone. I kind of feel responsible for this."
"Why? You didn't shoot me."
"Yeah but if I wasn't a screw up, you wouldn't have gone to work and gotten shot."
She took his hand. "You're not a screw up." She assured him. "And you're over analyzing this. I'll be fine, don't worry."
"You're shot liv, I have to worry." He interlaced his fingers with her.
"You're divorcing me though."
"I don't want to though." He answered. "I want to be with you again."
She shook her head. "We're not going down this road again Marcus."
Marcus shook his head. "Alright. Let's not talk about that now. You need to rest."
Olivia said nothing and just closed her eyes.
Marcus got off her bed and sat down in the chair by her bed. "I'll be here." He whispered and kept quiet the rest of the time.
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The next morning Olivia was sitting up in her bed and staring at the hospital food. "Do I have to eat this?" She questioned the nurse.
"Yes." The nurse told her strictly.
"I can't get take out or anything?"
"No."
Olivia raised an eyebrow at the food. "Are you sure this is FDA approved? What kind of meal is this? Soup and jello?"
"You have to eat it detective."
There was a knock on the door. Marcus peeked his head in. "Hi. Can I come in?"
"Sure. I'm not going to eat this anyway, might as well entertain me." Olivia answered and rolled her eyes.
The nurse glanced at her and then at Marcus. "You're her boyfriend?"
"Husband." He answered.
"Make sure she eats the food. She needs the energy." The nurse warned and walked past him.
"Yes ma'm." Marcus nodded and closed the door behind him.
"Oh god I wish I had my gun right now." Olivia let out a deep breath.
Marcus smirked and closed the shades. "How dare they think Olivia Benson doesn't like to eat?" He looked around and pulled a paper bag out of his jacket. "I got you real food."
Olivia instantly smiled. "Yes. Extra cheese on the burger?" She questioned knowing he knew what her favorite take out was.
"Of course. Cheese on the fries also." He sat down by her and took the soup and jello off the tray. He placed the other food on there. "Be quick though. They might throw me out if they saw what I brought in."
"Well I'll go as fast as possible considering I have a hole in me." She smirked. Marcus smiled and raised an eyebrow at her sentence. "Shut up Marcus." She warned and began eating her food.
He laughed and took the soup and jello. "I'll eat this for you. I like jello anyway."
"Thanks." She mumbled through a full mouth.
He nodded and ate the soup. "When you getting out of here?"
"Soon I hope. I can't wait to get home."
He glanced up at her. "Do you want me to move back in? Help you around while you're recovering?"
"No. I don't need help with anything." She answered awkwardly.
He nodded a little. "Sure? The doctors said you shouldn't be lifting anything heavy now."
"I got nothing heavy to lift."
"What about groceries? I normally carry those for you."
"It's just me in the house. I don't have a lot of groceries." She answered and finished her burger. "Look did you come here to suck up?"
"No. I came to see you." He answered.
Olivia let out a deep breath and ate her food. "Can you get me some water?"
"I thought you didn't need help with anything." He raised an eyebrow.
Olivia looked over at him. "Do you want to get me the water or not?"
"Yeah I'll get you your water." He got up. "You're still a stubborn ass."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." He answered and gave her the glass of water. He sat back down by her. "You can never just admit you need help with something huh?"
"No I can't." She answered and drank the water.
He shook his head. "Why won't you just let me help you these couple days? Until you're not in pain at least."
"Oh god Marcus, you drive me insane." She rested her head on the pillow. She groaned and tried to fix the pillow. "Son of a bitch."
Marcus purposefully sat and watched. "Need some help?"
"No."
"Ok Ms. Independent. When you're ready, just ask."
Olivia rolled her eyes and kept trying to fix her pillow. She groaned being in pain from moving around so much. She finally stopped and just sat there. She looked over at him. "Fine."
"Fine what?"
"Help me."
"Sure." He smiled and got up. He took her hand to sit her up and pulled up her pillow to make her comfortable. "That wasn't so hard was it?"
Olivia glared at him for a second and finished her fries. "Did you call my mom?"
He stared at her for a second because when he did call her mother she was drunk. "No."
Olivia looked at him. "Yes you did. She was drunk wasn't she?"
He nodded a little. "Yeah."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "You could tell me Marcus, I lived with her for twenty years."
"I know but." He shrugged. "You're not so proud of your mother being an alcoholic, I don't like to be the bad news carrier."
She shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Rather hear it from you then someone else."
He nodded and cleaned up the wrappers. "I'll throw these out when I get home, I'm not leaving any evidence."
Olivia smiled a little. "Thanks for the food."
"You're welcome."
"And thanks for eating the crappy food for me." She laughed a little.
"Jello wasn't bad…but that soup…Jesus Christ."
She laughed a little and drank her water. There was a knock on the door. Elliot peeked in. "Hey."
"Hey." She smirked a little. "Come in."
He came in and closed the door behind him. He spotted Marcus there. Both men shook hands.
"How you feeling?" Elliot questioned.
"Better." She answered with a nod. "I have to go to the bathroom. Excuse me." She took the blanket off her and took Marcus's hand to help her off the bed.
"Need help?" Marcus questioned.
"I think I got it." She smiled and closed the door behind her.
Elliot and Marcus sat there quietly and awkwardly. Marcus glanced over at him. He noticed the detective was buffer then him. He buffed out his chest a little.
Elliot looked over at him. He said nothing and looked at the ground again.
"So you play any sports?" Marcus finally spoke up.
"Yeah. Some football and basketball. You?"
Marcus thought about it. He mostly played hockey. He hated football. "Yeah. That and some hockey."
"That's cool." Elliot nodded. "I'm not that much of a skater."
"Well it is hard. You need balance."
Elliot nodded. "True. I rather stick to basketball though."
Marcus nodded. He tapped his thumb on his knee as both became quiet again.
Elliot glanced over at him this time. "So you're a writer?"
"Yeah." Marcus nodded.
"Olivia mentioned once that you were in the Marines."
"Yeah. For a while."
"Desert Storm?"
"No. I was the younger generation." He answered. "They didn't ship me out."
"I was in desert storm." Elliot told him.
Marcus nodded. "Didn't we lose that one?"
Elliot smirked. "Sort of."
"That's why you became a cop?"
Elliot laughed a little. "No. My dad was a cop."
Marcus nodded. "Following the family thing. That's cool."
"What was your dad?"
"He was a US coast guard."
"You not a good swimmer?"
"Oh I'm a prefect swimmer. I just don't find it fun jumping in the freezing ocean and jumping out of helicopters."
Elliot smirked. "Fair enough."
Marcus nodded. "She's taking forever in there huh?"
"Chicks."
"Yeah."
"Shut up" Olivia called from the bathroom. Both smiled and got quiet. Olivia finally came out of the bathroom. "I'm done. Can you two stop comparing fathers now?"
"Yeah." Both answered in unison.
Elliot got up. "I just came to see if you were ok. I have to take Kathleen to soccer practice anyway."
Olivia nodded. "Thanks for stopping by."
"No problem. Nice meeting you again Marcus."
"You too." Marcus nodded as the detective left the room. "So…he's manly."
Olivia smiled. "What? You feel less manly with him around?"
"Maybe. He is really buff."
"So? I like you the way you are."
"Oh do you have a crush on me?" He teased with a small smile.
"No." Olivia answered with a laugh.
"I think you do." He grinned. "It's cool though, I won't tease you."
Olivia rolled her eyes and playfully slapped his hand. He slapped hers back. She grabbed his nose. He instantly grabbed hers. "Let go." She demanded in a squeaky voice.
"You first." He squeaked back. "We sound funny."
Olivia nodded with a smile and let go of his nose. He let go of hers. There was a knock on the door.
"Man you're popular at this new job." Marcus rolled his eyes.
Olivia smirked. "Come in."
Brian came into the room. "Hey." He closed the door behind him. "What's up?"
"Not much. What's up with you?" Olivia asked with a smirk. They were both the youngest in the squad so it was easy for them to hang out.
"Not much. Just came to check on you." He answered and glanced at Marcus sitting by Olivia. "Hey."
Olivia nodded. "Sorry. Brian this is Marcus, Marcus this is Brian."
Both men shook hands. "Nice to meet you." Marcus nodded at the younger man.
"You too." Brian sat down on the other side of Olivia. He took the remote for the TV and turned it on. "So when you coming back to work Liv?"
"Soon."
"I miss you over there." He told her. "Sucks without you."
Marcus raised an eyebrow at him but kept quiet. He wasn't intimidated by this one. He was a little more buffer then him.
"Aww thanks Bri." Olivia grinned. "Well I miss you too."
Marcus looked over at Olivia this time and instantly became jealous. He never saw her flirt with other men in front of him. He shifted a little in his seat. "Olivia do you need anything?"
Olivia looked over at him. "No I'm fine."
Brian got up. "Well I'm going to be late for work. See you soon Liv." He smiled at her and left the room.
Marcus kept looking at her. She finally looked at him. "What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing." He kept quiet.