Olivia rushed into the hospital and quickly went into Marcus's room. He was awake and staring out the window. She felt her eyes tear up looking at him. "Baby."
He looked over at her with a smile. "Hey you. Come here."
She went over and sat down by him. She instantly started crying being in his arms. "I missed you."
"You too babe." He whispered. "Don't cry. I'm ok." He answered. "C'mon I don't like to see you cry."
She wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry." She gave him a kiss. "How you feeling?"
"Like I got shot in the head." He teased with a smirk. "Morphine is perfect amount, its working great so I'm not in pain at all."
She smiled and nodded. "That's good." She interlaced her fingers with his. "How is your memory?"
"How is your kissing?" He teased. "The memory is fine. I remember mostly everything."
"The doctor said you might forget things. Even people."
"Nope. I'm as strong as a horse." He pulled her down to lay with him. "Were you scared I wouldn't remember you?"
"A little. Yeah." She answered. "You know who I am right? Not just some hot woman calling you baby? I'm your ex-wife."
He looked down at her. "I was married?" He asked in shock. She quickly looked up at him. "I'm kidding." He teased. "Of course I know who you are silly."
She shook her head. "Well there is my old Marcus. I'd slap you if you weren't injured enough."
They heard a knock on the door. Olivia instantly sat up and got off the bed. "Come in." She called out.
Scott came in. This time he had on a white coat and a stethoscope around his neck. "Hey." He nodded a little at Olivia and glanced at Marcus. "How you feeling?"
"Good. Thanks for the morphine." Marcus smirked.
"Sure." Scott smirked. "We still need to keep you for observation but you're making more progress than we thought you would so you should be out in no time."
"That sounds great." Marcus nodded. "You're the doctor?"
"Right. Sorry. Excuse my manners." Scott shook his head and put his hand out. "Dr. Scott Spencer."
"Marcus Montagu." Marcus shook his hand. "That's Olivia Benson. My wife. I mean ex-wife."
Scott nodded. "I know." He answered. Marcus raised an eyebrow. "I have it on the papers." He held up the notepad.
"Right." Marcus smiled. "I was shot in the head; you have to excuse my slowness."
"If you need anything, let me know. Enjoy your night." He glanced at Olivia again and then left the room.
Olivia looked at Marcus. "I'm going to get coffee. I'll be right back." She gave him a kiss and went outside. She looked around and found Scott taking his white coat off. "Hey."
Scott turned around and spotted her. "Hey. How's he doing?"
"Good." She nodded. "I just wanted to thank you for everything."
He nodded. "It's my job. No problem."
"About that second date" She bit her lip.
He shook his head. "Don't worry about it. He is awake now; you should spend your time with him."
She nodded. "Thanks for being understanding."
"It's not a problem." He answered and started walking to his office.
She started following him. "Hey Scott, we can still be friends right?"
He went into his office. "Sure."
"You're not mad at me right?" She leaned on his doorway. She noticed all the awards he had on the wall and diplomas.
"Of course not." He took off his shirt and found a clean one. He had a nice body. He pulled on another dress shirt and buttoned it up. He looked over at her. "Olivia I'm not mad. I'm used to this. It's becoming a habit to only have one date and go find another girl. You're not the first one and you're not the last one to do this."
She nodded. "I feel bad because I told you I would go on a date again with you."
"Once again, not the first and not the last. And don't feel bad, you had enough guts to tell me in person and not just ditch me the night of the date. I understand why you can't, you're ex-husband is in the hospital, he needs you. It's ok."
She nodded. "Thanks. That means a lot." She waved a little. "I'll see you later." She left the office and went back to Marcus's room.
She came into his room and sat down by him.
Marcus looked over at her with a smile. "Hey. Where's the coffee?"
"Oh. Right. I forgot." She shook her head. "I guess I didn't want it that much."
"You got some serious Attention Deficit Disorder my friend." He teased.
"It still amazes me that you are far more cheerful after getting shot then you were before."
"I'm far more grateful for life now I guess." He answered and took her hand. "And you gave me a kiss on the lips."
She smiled and nodded. "I like you being cheerful. Makes me happy."
"Good." He kissed her hand and let it rest on his chest. He closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.
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Two Days later…
Marcus sat up on the bed as the nurse checked his blood pressure. Olivia was sitting on a chair by him.
"You seem fine." The nurse nodded. "I'll get your doctor in here." She smiled at Marcus and left.
Marcus smiled at the pretty nurse. Olivia raised an eyebrow at him. He glanced at her and quickly hid his smile. "She's cute." Olivia admitted.
"You think so too?" Marcus smirked.
Olivia rolled her eyes at him. Even if they were divorced they still acted like best friends. The jealousy was gone for the most part so they even encouraged each other to date.
Scott knocked on the door and came in. "Hey. How you feeling?"
"Kind of sleepy." Olivia mumbled. "And hungry." Scott and Marcus looked over at her. She looked up. "Oh. You meant Marcus. Sorry."
Scott smiled at her and looked at Marcus. "What about you?"
"Great. The pain killers you gave me kickass."
"Glad to hear that." Scott nodded. He once again wasn't in a white coat. He already made it known he didn't like it and didn't wear it when he didn't have to. He had jeans and a dress shirt with a tie on loosely. He pulled out a paper. "Olivia made some questions that you would remember so I could test your memory."
"Oh great." Marcus shook his head.
Scott looked at the paper. "Full name?"
"Um…Marcus Orlando Montagu."
Scott nodded and checked it off. "Birthday?"
"January 12th."
"When is your wedding Anniversary?"
Marcus stopped on that one. "Um…oh damn. Um…I know this."
Scott smirked. "You're a man. Don't worry about it." He skipped to the next one. Olivia gave Marcus a mean look. He shrugged a little. "What was the weather like on Olivia's and your first date?"
"Pouring rain."
Scott nodded. "I think your memory is fine." He put his pen in his back pocket. "Stand up."
Marcus attempted to stand up but instantly fell on the bed. "Wow. I think I forgot how to walk."
"It's common." Scott answered. "I'll put you on physical therapy for a couple of weeks. You should be fine."
"Oh great. Thanks." Marcus took a deep breath. "Can I go home now? The food here sucks."
"I agree." Olivia spoke up.
Scott smiled. "Sorry about that." He lifted Marcus's arm. "How is the rib?"
"Doesn't hurt that much." He answered. Scott pressed on it. Marcus quickly jumped. "Hurts now."
"Sorry." Scott and pressed on his spinal cord. "Any trouble with your back?"
"Not that I know of."
"Pain?" He questioned. Marcus shook his head. "Good." He wrote something down on his notepad. "The physical therapy doctor will give you a call about an appointment." He answered. He pulled out a small light and started to examine the scar. "Make sure not to touch it a lot. Especially when showering people tend to be careless. If you touch it with enough force it could rip open and bleed and you're going to be back here."
Marcus nodded. "We don't want that. We like to eat."
Scott smirked and glanced at Olivia. "Pepperoni pizza probably?"
Olivia smiled a little. Marcus shrugged a little. "Any kind of pizza will due."
Scott nodded and wrote another prescription for pain killers. "Make sure you take these on time or you will be in pain that could make a platoon of marines cry like babies."
"Well that's encouraging." Marcus took the paper. "Can I go home now?"
"Yeah. Sign out. I'll find you a wheelchair because crutches won't work with your rib." Scott answered. "I'll see you back here in two weeks for another checkup." He smiled at Olivia and waved. "Have a nice day." He left the room.
Marcus looked at Olivia. "Something going on between you two? You're very smiley and he just keeps looking at you."
"It's nothing. We went on one date. No big deal."
"When?" Marcus asked.
"The night you woke up." She shook her head. "It was just one date."
"You went on a date while I was in a coma?"
She shrugged. "Yeah. I was sort of depressed and needed some laughing time."
He nodded. "Are you guys dating?"
"No."
"Why?"
"What do you mean why?" She asked.
"I mean why aren't you dating this guy? He is good looking, a doctor and he doesn't seem gay."
She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I wanted to be around you while you heal."
"Olivia I'm not dying. You can go on a date. The doc seems pretty cool."
She nodded. She sort of missed the jealousy she caused in Marcus when she flirted with other men. At least then she knew he still cared for her. "He is."
"Then go on a date. You need some fun."
She nodded and tried not to show her sadness. Did he already move on from her? She didn't think he was capable of ever being ok with her going on another date. Sure they were divorced but this was the man she promised to spend the rest of her life with.
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Marcus sat in Olivia's apartment playing with the wheelchair he got. "Olivia this thing is pretty cool."
She came out of her room. "Don't hurt yourself."
"I'm not going to hurt myself. I'm not a child." He shook his head. "So is doctor Spencer a good kisser?"
"I don't know. I haven't kissed him." She answered.
"Seriously? You kissed me on our first date."
"You were supposed to be a one night stand." She answered.
"Well that's cold." He rolled over to the kitchen. "I feel rather small in this chair."
"Poor baby." She smiled and got them food. "Why are you encouraging me to go on a date?"
"Because I know you. You will obsess over me being hurt or feel guilty over this and you will never have fun. Go on a date and have fun."
"So you're ok if I sleep with him?"
He raised an eyebrow. "No. I said a date not a one night stand."
She sat down in his lap. "Why don't you go on a date?"
"Because I'm a crippled writer with scars." He smiled. "I'm going to die alone. Maybe I should get a snake to be my best friend."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll get a bunch of cats."
"Oh no you won't. You are still beautiful and fun. You can get married again and have a family. And if not, I will make you." He threw her off his lap. "The biological clock is ticking Ms. Benson."
"Jerk." She got off the floor and kicked his leg. "What about you? I can have a baby with you."
"No." He answered. "I refuse to take care of that child on my own. I'm not going to be a single parent."
"What do you mean Single? I'm right here."
"What is the reason we divorced?"
She rolled her eyes. "I wasn't home enough."
"Exactly." He rolled over to the living room. "Maybe Scotty wants kids."
"I went on one date with him Marcus; I'm not going to marry him."
"Fine." He mumbled. "I like that guy though. I heard he drives a Mercedes."
"A black one."
He looked over at her. "You were in it?"
"Yes." She answered. "You just want me to date him so you could steal that car."
"What? So? He can ride you while I'm riding his lady." He smiled. "We can be like Bonnie and Clyde, we steal cars but you distract them with your good looks and amazing ass."
She laughed. "Lay off those pain killers." She lay down on the couch.
"I think those things have Viagra in them." He thought about it. "I'm extremely horny."
She shook her head. "Can't help you with that."
"Yes you can, you just don't want to." He pouted.
She looked over at him. "Stand on your feet and I will take my shirt off."
He raised an eyebrow. "Can I touch?"
"For every step you take, I will tongue you."
He grinned. "You got it." He slowly got in his feet but quickly sat down. "Ok. Shirt off."
She smirked and took her shirt off. She started watching TV only in her bra.
"Hey if I make it to the kitchen, can we have sex?"
She laughed. "No."
"Oh c'mon I'm in pain over here. Give me some motivation." He pouted. "You can be on top."
"No." She answered. "You're motivation is making out for at least half an hour."
He rolled his eyes. "Oh fine. How about you take the jeans off if I make it to the kitchen then we make out half naked?"
She thought about it. "Fine."
He grinned and got up. She unbuttoned the jeans and waited. He slowly started walking. He stumbled a couple times but grabbed on to the wall. He got to the kitchen counter top. "Done."
"Walk back over here."
"That wasn't the deal." He answered and held his balance. "Oh this hurts." He leaned on the counter top. "Can you get me my chair?" His legs gave in and he fell. He just laid there.
Olivia got up quickly and went over to him. "Oh baby I'm sorry." She touched his chest. "Are you ok?"
He groaned. "My legs are numb."
She pulled his sweatpants up a little and gently massaged his calves. "Better?"
He nodded. "Yeah. You are hot but I'm not doing that again. It hurts badly and makes me feel like a loser."
"I'm sorry." She put her hair behind her ear and gave him a kiss. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I made you do that."
"It was for a good cause." He leaned down and kissed her lips but stopped. "The jeans have to go."
"Not on his cold floor they don't." She got up and helped him up. "C'mon I'll help you get to the couch." She wrapped his arm around her neck and held him by the waist. She gently walked him to the couch and helped him sit down.
"I never worked so hard for a kiss." He smiled. "Pants down now Benson."
She stood in between his legs and placed his hands on her waist. "Go ahead."
He smiled and gently pulled her jeans off. He started kissing her waist and her abs.
"Don't try to seduce me." She warned.
"We said kisses. Never specified where." He answered and pulled her on top of him. He grabbed the back of her neck and began kissing her lips.
In a matter of seconds, Marcus was shirtless and Olivia's bra was unhooked.
A couple minutes later Olivia pulled away. "I can't do this."
"It's ok." He assured her.
She shook her head and got off his lap. "I can't keep doing this. We are separated and we still have sex. We are officially divorced yet we are fooling around. I can't keep doing this." She hooked her bra and pulled on her jeans. "I'm sorry Marcus."
"For what?"
"All of this. You getting kidnapped and almost dying. I unconsciously send you these signals where you want us to be back together. It's all my fault. I'm sorry."
"Olivia c'mon." He shook his head. "It's not your fault."
She shook her head and pulled on her shirt. "We need to move on from each other Marcus. We keep doing this, we are going to end up alone and miserable."
"Are you listening to yourself? We are not seventy years old. It was just kissing after some stupid bet thing. C'mon don't beat yourself up over this."
She shook her head. "I can't. It's my fault you can hardly walk now." She walked past him.
He grabbed her hand. "Olivia c'mon." He pulled her back. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know. To take a walk or something." She answered.
"The neighborhood is not safe." He teased with a smile. "Sit here with me. We don't have to touch or even talk."
She wiped her eyes and pulled her hand away from him. "I'm sorry." She went to the door.
"Wait." He called over. She stopped. He slowly got up. "You say I'm not able to walk because of you?" He stood on his feet. "If it wasn't for you I wouldn't even be alive right now. You are far more powerful over me then you even know."
She turned around to look at him. "C'mon you're going to hurt yourself."
"I could care less." He answered and took a step toward her. "You kept me alive. And I know that sounds so damn cliché but its true. Well I was in that coma the only images in my head were you. How amazing you looked on our wedding day. How gorgeous you are in basketball shorts and an old t-shirt. How I could not wait to talk to you."
She crossed her arms on her chest. "I'm still not kissing you because every time I do I hate myself even more for signing those papers." She stared at him. "And you are not seducing me no matter how horny you are."
He smiled. "You know me better then that Olivia. Would I hit on you when you are upset?"
She shrugged. "I don't know anymore."
He took another step toward her. "I love you. You know that."
She nodded. "I know."
"I want us back together but it's not up to me anymore. You know how I feel, if you want the same I will be more than happy but if not…I'm not going to stand in the way of you dating other men or living your life."
She nodded. "Thanks." She left the apartment.
Marcus stood there for a couple seconds before sitting down again and staring at the ground. How stupid could he be to let her go?