Olivia sat quietly in the squad room. It was already one in the morning and they didn't hear anything yet. Everyone already went home. She couldn't go to a home they used to share. She was blaming herself for all of this.
Elliot came through the doors. "You still here?" He questioned. She nodded a little. "Go home Liv, we can't do anything right now. It's late, get some rest."
She shook her head. "I can't. I want to make sure he is ok."
He sat down across her. "You can't do anything right now. It's late. We have no more leads."
She nodded. "I know. I just can't sleep." The ringing of her phone startled both of them. She picked it up instantly. "Benson." She listened for a little while and instantly got off her seat. She grabbed her jacket and ran out of the precinct.
Elliot quickly got up and followed her. "They find something?"
"Yes. Someone reported a gunshot; uniforms went to check it out. They found Marcus. He is on his way to Bellevue."
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Olivia and Elliot rushed into the hospital. "Marcus Montagu?" Olivia questioned and held up her badge. "I'm his wife."
The nurse looked at the badge and then her. "Come with me." She motioned to her to follow.
Olivia followed and Elliot stayed behind.
The nurse motioned for a doctor to come out of a room. "This is Mr. Montagu's wife."
Olivia held out her hand. "Olivia Benson."
He shook her hand. "Dr. Sullivan."
"Where is Marcus?" Olivia questioned.
"He is in surgery now. We had to bring in a specialist." Sullivan explained.
"Why?"
"The bullet got stuck in his skull so deep that if we attempted to get it out, he could die."
"He was shot in the head?" Olivia questioned in shock.
"The shooter had bad aiming. We are guessing it was supposed to be in the forehead but the bullet ended piercing through the side of the head."
Olivia nodded a little. "What are his chances?"
"If the surgery goes as planned, he will be on a respiratory system for a couple weeks and maybe a coma."
Olivia nodded a little. "Thank you."
The doctor nodded and walked away.
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Two Days later…
Olivia sat by Marcus's bed and mindlessly stared at the machine that was breathing for him. She didn't move for 48 hours except to use the bathroom. She couldn't even eat.
She heard a knock on the door. She didn't say a word. Munch came in. "Hey." He whispered.
She glanced over at the older man. "Hi."
"How's he doing?"
"They say he is making progress."
"That's good." He took a seat by her and handed her a cup of coffee.
She took the coffee and placed it on the nightstand. "How is it progress if he can't even breathe by himself?"
"It takes time." John answered. "C'mon want to get some food?"
"No. I'm not hungry."
"The nurses said you haven't left the room for almost two days now. That's not healthy."
She shrugged a little.
"C'mon Olivia, either you go out with me or Stabler comes in here and makes you talk about your feelings. Food and no forceable talking or food and fighting about how you don't want to talk?"
She smiled a little. "When you put it that way." She nodded and got off her chair. "Thanks John."
"Sure. I'll be outside." He told her and left the room.
Olivia gently kissed Marcus's forehead. "C'mon, I need you." She whispered softly and grabbed her jacket. She left the room and followed John outside to the restaurant across the street.
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Olivia sat across John and ate her food quietly. She refused to talk about anything.
"Did you know Kathy and Elliot are divorcing?"
"Yes." She answered.
John nodded. "No one ever tells me anything." Olivia said nothing. She kept focused on her food. John tried again. She needed some human contact. "The food good?" She nodded. "You know you can speak right?"
"Sorry." She mumbled. "I just don't feel like talking."
"About?"
"Anything." She answered. "Especially Marcus."
"How come?"
She looked up at him. "My husband is breathing on a tube with a hole in the head and the best results the doctor is expecting is him in a coma."
"Wouldn't it make you feel better if you talked about it?" John tried.
"No." She answered. "I thought you weren't going to make me talk about my emotions John. Give me a break."
John shrugged a little and began eating. Olivia started eating again.
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Olivia found herself once again by Marcus's side and staring at him. She wasn't all that religious but at this point, she would try anything. She looked up. "Seriously? You have to screw with me like this?"
She took a deep breath and laid her head down by Marcus's hand. "You suck Marcus. You really need to stop breaking my heart. You better wake up." She sat down on the bed by him and took his hand. "It's time to wake up." She whispered softy. "I love you."
She suddenly heard the beep from the machine. His pulse jumped rapidly. She raised an eyebrow being extremely confused. It was too fast for a normal pulse. Suddenly his whole body began to shake. She instantly ran out of the room figuring out he was having a seizure. "Nurse!"
A couple of nurses and doctors ran into the room. One nurse grabbed Olivia and pushed her out of the room. "You have to leave." She told her.
"No but-" Olivia complained.
"You can't be in here." She told her and closed the door. She closed the shades of the room.
Olivia just stood there being very scared. She didn't know how to react or what to do. She slowly sat down in the chair and kept quiet until anyone told her anything.
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Olivia felt a hand on her shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes realizing she fell asleep in the waiting room. She stared up at the handsome stranger. He looked to be about her age, green eyes and had dark hair. She instantly sat up. "Can I help you?"
"The question is, can I help you?" He asked. "Are you Olivia Benson?"
"Who's asking?" She questioned with an odd look.
"Dr. Scott Spencer." He put his hand out. "I'm you're ex-husband's neurologist."
She quickly got up. "Is he ok?"
Scott nodded. "For now. Mind if you take a walk with me?"
"Sure." She nodded and started walking with him. He was taller than her and smelled extremely good. He wasn't in a white coat like the other doctors; he had on faded jeans, white dress shirt and a navy blue sweater over it. She instantly noticed his appearance. "Can I see some ID?"
He raised an eyebrow but took out his hospital ID. "Well you are a cop so this might be normal for you."
She looked at the ID and nodded. "Sorry. You're not really dressed like a doctor and you don't look like one."
Scott smiled. "Sorry about that. It's my day off. They called me in after your husband had a seizure." He put his ID back into his pocket. "The doctor that got the bullet out of his head didn't really tell me anything about his history. Did he get in a lot of fights or something?"
"No." Olivia shook her head "One of the most peaceful men I knew."
"Know." He corrected her. "There is still a chance."
She nodded. "Right. Thanks."
He nodded and kept walking. "When the nurses examined his body, they said he had a lot of scars on him." He looked at her up and down. "Um…excuse my bluntness but was that something sexual or-"
"No." She quickly shook her head. "His father beat him when he was a kid." She answered. "It's from that. Nothing sexual." She blushed insanely.
"Sorry." He blushed also. "I had to ask. There is scaring on his skull so we didn't know if it was from a fragment of the bullet that cause the seizure or from an old bar fight."
"I understand. It's fine." She went to the coffee machine and got out money. "Did you want some?"
"No. Thanks." He answered and took out a card. He swiped it and motioned for her to put her money back. "Doctors get free coffee." He smiled. "Enjoy."
She took the coffee. "Thanks."
He pulled his sleeves up. "Ms. Benson-"
"Olivia." She corrected.
He nodded. "Olivia if he makes it, he will have severe memory loss. And I'm not talking about him forgetting his name. He won't remember anything. He won't know who you are or who his family is. He will forget how to tie his shoes."
She felt her eyes tear up. "Will he remember though? Eventually?"
He nodded. "Yeah. It will take time but he is showing improvement. And this is just estimation; he could wake up and remember what he had for breakfast when he was nine years old. It's all in the patient so don't take anything I say to heart."
She nodded and took a sip of coffee. "Thanks Dr. Spencer."
"Scott." He answered. "I feel like my father when someone calls me Dr. Spencer."
She smiled. "Alright, Scott it is."
"Thank you." He looked at his watch. "I have to do a check-up on Marcus. You want to come with? It's not the prettiest sight because I have to examine his wound."
"I'll go." She answered. "I've seen dead people, a wound won't traumatize me."
He smirked. "Detective. I forgot." He began walking down the hall. Olivia followed after him.
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Olivia sat in a chair across the room as a nurse unwrapped Marcus's wound. Scott stood next to him with his hands crossed on his chest. "What does he do?"
"Writer." Olivia answered.
Scott nodded. "He will have writer's block for a long time or he might have a creative surge if he is lucky." He pulled out his pen and handed it to the nurse. "Write what I tell you."
The nurse took the pen and began writing on the notepad.
Scott leaned down and examined the scar. "Bullet entered in a downward angle possibly affecting the Temporal Lobe. The brain stem should be fine but have it checked out." He pulled out a small light and opened Marcus's eye. "Borderline coma possible. Patient should be stabilized to prevent another seizure." He looked up at the nurse. "Who is in charge of his morphine?"
"I am." She answered. "Why?"
"You didn't give him enough." He answered. "No wonder his brain went out of control. It was under a lot of pressure. What's your name?"
"Jill." She answered. "And I gave him enough. If I gave him more his heart could be in danger doctor."
"Jill?" Scott smiled. "You're fired. Go home."
Olivia stared in shock.
Jill said nothing and handed the notepad over. She left the room without a word.
Scott shook his head and kept writing something down.
"Um…can you do that?" Olivia spoke up.
"Yes." He answered. "My grandfather owns this hospital and my father is the head of the medical board. I'm the lead doctor of the ER and neurology."
Olivia stared in shock. "Aren't you like 35?" She asked.
"33 actually. Good guess though." He nodded and increased the morphine. "I'm sick of these nurses that follow the rules from a book. A book can't guess what every single patient needs or how comfortable they are."
Before Olivia could say anything, the head nurse walked in. "Did you just fire Jill?"
"Yes." Scott answered simply.
"She's the best nurse in the ER Scott." She complained.
"Then she won't have trouble finding another job." Scott kept writing down notes.
"She has three children." The head nurse whispered.
He looked over at her. "Really?"
"Yes."
"How sweet. Still not my problem." He went back to examining Marcus's wound.
The nurse looked over at Olivia. "Who is this?"
"The ex-wife." Scott answered. "She's fine."
"Since when do we let family sit in during these check-ups?"
"Since I'm in charge." He rolled his eyes. "Don't you have a job to do Karen?"
"Don't you have more people to fire?"
"You want to be next?" He asked. "She nearly killed my patient, she's lucky I'm not telling the review board. She has me as a reference. Now let me finish my job."
Karen said nothing and left the room.
Olivia took a deep breath. "Wow. You guys are dramatic in Manhattan huh?"
He smirked. "People just don't like me because they don't think I deserve the position I got." He shook his head. "I worked my ass off in medical school just so I can get dirty looks from fifty year old doctors that don't even know how to use a computer. How fair huh?"
"Are you a good doctor?" She asked.
He glanced up at her. "Valedictorian of Harvard Medical School. What do you think?"
She nodded. "I think I'm damn lucky you're Marcus's doctor."
He smiled and put his pen pack in his pocket. "Thanks. I know this is rather unprofessional and maybe even rude but would you like to have dinner with me sometime?"
She bit her lip. "Um…I don't think this is the best time for me. Marcus is in the hospital and I'm in a million places emotionally. I'm sorry."
He nodded. "I understand. Sorry for asking." He glanced at his notepad. "Well that's all I need for now. I should get going."
"Alright. Nice meeting you." She nodded.
He headed to the door and then stopped to look at her. "You know sitting here staring at him will only drive you crazy right? I'm only asking for one date. And I'm the lead doctor, the second even a small change happens with him, I'm the first to know. One date. That's all."
She looked at Marcus and then back at Scott. "You know everything that happens to him?"
He nodded. "Even if his pulse is too fast or too small. His heart skips a beat; I'm the first to know." He smiled. "If anything happens, I will let you know and we can end the date right then and there. I promise."
She nodded. "Alright. One date."
He grinned from excitement. "Ok cool. Um…do I take your number or you take mine? Wait…I already have your number since it's in the emergency forms." He rubbed his forehead. "Sorry. I get very talkative when I'm nervous and excited."
She tried her best not to laugh. He was super cute and pretty damn smart for a good looking man. "Just pick me up tonight. You can check the forms where I live."
He nodded. "Right. Ok. What time?"
"Eight works fine for me."
He nodded. "Cool. Me too. Wait…no…actually yes, eight works great. Sorry." He bit his lip. "I'm just going to go before you change your mind. Bye." He quickly left the room.
Olivia chuckled a little and heard him curse randomly outside.
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Olivia looked in the mirror at her black dress. It was Marcus's favorite. It made her hips look amazing and curved in the perfect places.
She heard a knock on the door. She opened it and spotted Scott standing there. He was in a nice dress shirt with a black blazer and nice black dress pants. "Hey."
He felt his eyes size her up in a second. He quickly looked at her eyes. "You look amazing."
"Thank you." She smiled and grabbed her purse. "Last time you saw me I was in jeans and a hoodie."
"I know and I still wanted a date from you. Imagine what I want from you now." He smirked and then realized what he said. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. That was not supposed to come out that way. That was so out of line. I'm so sorry."
She smirked. "Smooth."
"I'm sorry." He bit his lip. "I'm possibly the worst smooth talker in the world. Make that the universe."
"It's ok." She nodded and went out. She locked her door. "I'm not so good with the smooth lines either."
"Oh good." He nodded and opened the door for her.
"Thanks." She smiled and went out. "Which car is yours?"
"The Mercedes." He answered and opened the door to the black Mercedes. She went in. He closed the door and went on the other side.
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Scott stared at the menu at the expensive restaurant. "Wow…do you speak French by any chance?"
Olivia's eyes widen at the price of the food. "I wish. Wow. I never felt more comfortable in a McDonald's then I would now."
He put the menu down. "You want to get out of here? Have a fun date and not this expensive, romantic thing I'm really not used to?"
She smiled. "Pizza and arcade?"
"You really are amazing." He got off the chair and led her out of the restaurant. They spotted an arcade down the street. He took off his blazer and put it over her. "You seem like you need some fun."
"You seem like you need some company." She teased with a smirk.
He rolled his eyes. "I get dumped after the first date for my obvious lack of a personality."
"You have a personality." She looked up at him. "You fired a girl on the spot today, you told me you wanted me for sex and you just admitted you are not the romantic type. That's a personality."
He raised an eyebrow. "I sound like an asshole."
She laughed. "Nah, just not as nice as everyone else."
"Is that bad?" He asked. "I'm not really the emotional type. I mean I used to be until I lost my first patient. After that, I didn't get emotionally attached"
"Even to your breathing, living dates?" She smiled. "I would have thought a guy like you would have girls falling for him all over the place. You're smart, rich and good looking."
He smirked. "Thanks. And I have girls flirting all the time; they all think I'm a dream until they meet my dorky self. I have more bad qualities then a regular Joe."
She smirked and stopped at the arcade. "What are they?"
"So you could dump me right here before I play my favorite arcade game?" He asked. "I don't think so. You agreed to a date. Not a car ride and a walk."
She smiled. "I knew you have some smooth talker in you." She went into the arcade.
He smirked and followed. He ordered them a pizza and went to sit by her. "What are your bad qualities?"
"What makes you think I have some?" She smirked.
"You're divorced." He answered. "No man in his right mind would give you up. There is no way you asked for the divorce because you sat in that room for days watching your ex husband."
She shrugged. "I wasn't home enough." She answered. "I gave you one. Your turn."
He thought for a second. "I'm extremely clumsy."
She raised an eyebrow. "And you conduct brain surgery?"
"I'm great with my hands. On my feet not so much. But the hands can cause an orgasm." He answered and widen his eyes at his expression. "Oh my god." He buried his face in his hands. "You can leave if you want. I won't make you sit through this stupidity anymore. Just go."
She smirked. "I agreed to a date and I didn't even get food yet. Plus I didn't play Asteroids yet."
He looked up at her. "So how much are you regretting saying yes to this date?"
"Not a lot surprisingly." She smiled. "C'mon cheer up, I find it cute that you don't have a filter to what comes out of your mouth."
"Well that's a first." He sat up. "And you like Asteroids? That's my favorite."
"Well get in line buddy."
The waiter brought over a pizza. Scott looked up at her. "I got pepperoni. Hope that's ok."
"I'm allergic to pepperoni." She teased.
"Oh. Sorry. I'll get you another one." He quickly got up and went to order another pizza.
"I'm kidding." She spoke up. "Get back over here."
He started going back to the table when he slipped on water and slammed down on the ground on his back. "Oh god."
Olivia quickly got up and went over to him. "Oh my god. Are you ok?" She kneeled down by him. "I'm so sorry. I was just teasing you."
He bit his lip. "Ow." He whispered. "I think I see the light."
"That's just the light on the ceiling." She smirked. "You ok? C'mon." She took his hand and helped him up. "I'm sorry."
"It's ok." He nodded and sat down. "You can laugh now."
She burst into laughter. "The way you flew off your feet." She stated. "I never seen anyone catch that much air in a small fall."
"I have practice." He shifted. "That's a new bruise."
She chuckled a little. "Thanks."
"For?" He asked.
"Falling to make me laugh." She answered. "I saw you slip on purpose. I'm not stupid."
He shrugged a little with a smile. "Did it work?"
"Yes." She answered. "Made my night."
"Good. You seem like you needed that for days."
"You're sweet." She whispered. "Very sweet."
He shrugged a little and took a slice of pizza. "Dig into the pepperoni you are allergic to."
She smiled and took a slice. They ate and then went to play games. By the end of the night, Scott's shirt was untucked and Olivia's hair was in a ponytail and was still wearing his blazer.
He walked her to her door. She stopped at the door and turned to look at him. "I had fun tonight."
"Yeah. Right." He shoved his hands in his pocket.
"No, seriously I did. Even the fall wasn't as good as me kicking your ass in a bunch of games."
"You won like two." He rolled his eyes.
"More like 8 but whose counting." She smirked and took off his blazer. "Thanks for that."
"No problem." He put it over his arm. "This is the part of the night where I ask if you would like to go on another date but I don't want to put you in that spot of saying no again."
She smirked. "That was the most I laughed in a long time. Ever since I got divorced I haven't laughed truly like I did when you fell just so I could laugh. Now ask me."
He blushed. "Would you like to go on another date with me?"
"No." She teased and pulled him closer. "I'd love to."
He grinned. "I have a feeling I'm going to start babbling again so I better just leave."
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him. "If you must. Thank you again for a wonderful night."
"It was my pleasure." He answered and let go of her. "Goodnight Olivia." He gave her a kiss on the cheek when his phone went off. "Sorry." He looked at the number and answered it. "Yeah? Alright thanks. I'll be right there." He closed his phone.
"Everything ok?" Olivia asked.
He nodded. "Great. You're ex-husband just woke up." He smiled. "He is asking for you."
Olivia quickly nodded. "I have to get dressed." She quickly went into the apartment and closed the door to put on jeans and a sweater.
Scott took a deep breath and looked at his watch. She came out less than a minute later. "Do you need me to drive you?" He asked. "I can if you want."
"No its ok. Thanks." She smiled and went to her own car.
Scott nodded and watched her drive off. He went to his car very slowly. How stupid could he be thinking there was going to be an actual second date with this amazing woman? He got in his car and drove off also.