Okay, here's chapter four! Enjoy, and please review!

This chapter is for Kelly, nick'sbabygirl, onetreefan, addicted, and Psycho Strider. Thanks for all the reviews and comments!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine. But what fun they would have if they were...

Twenty minutes later, a knock at the door made Cragen bolt upright, and he realized it was his other detectives at the door. With a groan, he stood up and opened the door, stepping into the hall with Munch and Fin.

"What's going on, Cap?" Munch demanded, and Cragen smiled tiredly.

"Come and see," he said, opening the door and guiding them in.

Munch inhaled sharply, and Fin muttered, "Son of a bitch."

"Go see her," Cragen whispered encouragingly, and he watched as Fin and Munch slowly approached the bed, just as he had done. As if she could sense their presence, Olivia's eyes flickered open, and she smiled up at them. Munch and Fin looked at each other and smiled. Nervously, Olivia motioned to the bed, and the men carefully perched themselves on the edge of her bed. But the reunion was interrupted when Carlos walked into the room.

"Captain Cragen, it's time," he announced, and Cragen couldn't help but notice the way Olivia visibly shrinked away from the doctor. He looked at Munch and Fin, and they read his eyes, nodding at him.

"Bring a wheelchair in here," Cragen said in his most authoritive voice, but Carlos said, "Captain Cragen, are you sure? Miss Benson may not be able to handle this."

Munch and Fin looked at each other, then Munch said, "Doctor Carlos, could you join us in the hallway?" The three men disappeared, and Cragen turned to Olivia, who had visibly relaxed.

"Olivia," he started quietly. "Elliot is down the hall-"

"Can I see him?" Her voice was hopeful, and it was killing him to have to tell her that her partner would most likely be dead within the hour.

"I'm so sorry, Olivia. But Elliot's been on life support since the attack. They're turning the machines off tonight."

Her response was not what he expected.

"I need to see him."

Cragen nodded.

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"We've already said our goodbyes," Cragen said sadly as he wheeled Olivia into the ICU room. "So just take your time." He pushed her up to Elliot's bed, then respectfully walked back out of the room.

Olivia watched as a nurse pressed several buttons, then looked at Olivia.

"How long will it take?" Olivia asked softly, and the nurse smiled sympathetically at her.

"I can't tell you for sure. He could pass in the next few minutes, or it might take a few hours," she explained before walking out of the room.

Once she was gone, Olivia scooted closer to the bed, slipping her hand into Elliot's.

"God, Elliot. This is so unfair. I've known you for ten years, and now I've only got a few minutes to say goodbye." She felt the tears trail down her cheeks, but she ignored them. "I can't do it, El. I love you too much," she choked out, kissing his hand.

She couldn't say anything else, but she couldn't bear to bring herself to leave his side. So she did the only thing she could: Keeping her grip on his hand, she laid her head on his stomach and cried, using her free hand to stroke his arm.

"I love you so much, El, and I'm never leaving you again," she whispered into his stomach.

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Olivia was drifting in and out of sleep with her head resting on Elliot's stomach, when she felt his breathing hitch.

Immediately she sat up and ran her hand over his face, thinking, This is it. I've got to be strong. Biting her lip, she placed her hand on his chest and gently rubbed circles on his chest.

His breathing hitched again, and she couldn't stop the tears from falling as she laid her head on his chest.

As she continued to cry into his chest, she felt a hand rubbing comforting circles on her back.

"I'm not leaving him, Don," she said through gritted teeth. The person said nothing, but continued to gently rub her back. She raised her head, ready to lash out, but she gasped at the sight in front of her.

Elliot was watching her intently, and she grabbed his hand and kissed it, saying, "El, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."

She felt a small pressure on her hand, and her shoulders sagged in relief.

He motioned weakly to the tube in his mouth, and she said, "Hold on, honey. I'll go get the doctor." He squeezed her hand, and she stood up, placing his hand on his chest.

On an impulse, she bent down and kissed his forehead, saying, "I knew they couldn't be right. I love you, El." Then she hurried out of the room.

TBC...

A/N: Okay, ya'll happy now? But this is far from over... So don't touch that mouse!