Okay, I wrote this one a while back, but I think ya'll will like it. I hope. I was actually inspired to write this piece by the song Iris, by the GooGoo Dolls. It seems like the most perfect song to describe their relationship in this story.

This chapter is dedicated to my dad, who made me listen to the song in the first place.

Disclaimer: They ain't mine. (insert cute and witty disclaimer here)

"Elliot!" Olivia screeched as her unconscious partner disappeared beneath the ocean's frothy surface. At the end of the dock, Olivia quickly shed her shoes and gun before diving into the water. As she entered the frigid waters, she let out a sharp cry of pain. Kicking wildly, she broke the surface and gasped for air. Dragging a lungful of air into her body, Olivia quickly began to swim in the direction of where she last saw Elliot.

"Elliot!" she shouted again, straining to hear a response.

Taking a deep breath, she plunged herself underwater and opened her eyes. She searched until her aching lungs forced her to return to the surface. Taking another deep breath, she repeated her previous actions.

Her third trip under the water's surface, her hand connected with something soft, and she latched onto it. Pulling it close to her face, she realized that she was clutching Elliot's shirt. Her free hand searched the shirt until she felt her partner's cold arm. With a sudden burst of strength and energy, she pulled her partner tightly against her and kicked her way to the ocean's surface.

As they broke the surface of the cold water, Olivia struggled to keep Elliot's head above the churning waters.

In the distance, she faintly heard someone shout her name, but all her energy was focused on keeping her arms around Elliot and keeping them above the water.

"Come on, Elliot! Stay with me!" she shouted over the roars of the crashing waves and howling winds.

As she looked at Elliot's pale face, a renewed sense of strength washed over her, and she began to fight her way to the shore.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

Cragen, Munch and Fin looked on in amazement at the scene in front of them. Olivia was swimming to the shore with Elliot in her arms, fighting the raging storm and torrential rains.

"We have to help her!" Cragen shouted at a nearby officer.

"We can't go out there!" the man shouted back over the howling wind. They continued to argue until Munch spoke up.

"Shut up and look!" he shouted over the crashing thunder and the arguing men. All of the people on the beach became silent and watched as Olivia grew closer and closer to the shore.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

"Come on, Elliot! Stay with me!" Olivia repeated between gasps for air. Finally her feet hit the ocean floor, but she continued to focus on the shore and the group of people anxiously waiting.

The water lowered from her neck to her chest, from her chest to her waist, and finally from her waist to her knees. Still she continued to drag Elliot with her until they were finally out of the water.

As she gently laid Elliot on the ground, someone tried to wrap a blanket around her shoulders, but she shoved it away and fell to her knees beside Elliot. Placing her ear over his mouth, her stomach clenched when she realized that he wasn't breathing.

Pinching his nose closed, she blew a strong breath into his mouth, then began chest compressions.

"Come on, El! You can fight this!" she screeched as she continued the compressions. "Don't you dare give up on me!"

Finally he let out a loud gasp and began to cough up water.

"Move him onto his side," Olivia heard someone suggest.

Firmly she grasped his shoulders and rolled him onto his side, facing her, and tenderly rubbed his back as he continued to cough up water.

"That's it, El. Just breathe," she murmured, using her free hand to caress his face. A paramedic appeared at Olivia's side.

"Ma'am, we need to get him to a hospital," he said gently. Olivia watched helplessly as the paramedics lifted Elliot onto a stretcher and rushed him to an awaiting ambulance.

As the ambulance raced away, Olivia raised her face skyward, letting her exhaustion overwhelm her. The last thing she heard was someone worriedly calling her name before her entire world went dark.

EOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEOEO

The men saw Olivia fall back, and Fin darted through the group, shouting her name. He managed to catch her before she hit the ground. Lifting her limp form into his arms, he held her tightly against his chest and looked at Cragen and Munch.

"Let's get her to the hospital," Cragen said hoarsely, casting Olivia a sad glance.

TBC...

A/N: I hope ya'll didn't REALLY think I could end it like that... Now, please review, and I'll update again soon...