Hee hee, okay, I updated!

This chapter is for my fellow fruit loops for their countless hours of random chatroom nonsense... (ducks tranq gun) Just kidding! Ya'll rock!!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine. As much as I love writing these stories, they ain't mine.

Several hours later, Fin, Cragen and Munch were still standing in front of the building when one of the firefighters ran up to them.

"I think we've found them!" he said excitedly, and the men looked at each other.

God, please let them be okay, Cragen prayed, staring at the building.

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Elliot was watching Olivia when she began to stir and moan.

"It's okay, Liv," he whispered soothingly, smoothing her hair back out of her face.

Her brown eyes fluttered open, and Elliot smiled at her and said, "Hey, Liv. How you feeling?"

"Elliot, where are we?" she croaked, looking around the room.

Not wanting to frighten her any more than she already was, he said, "We're still in the building. We're just waiting for Captain to, uh, come let us know when to come out."

"You're a terrible liar, El," she whispered, wincing in pain as she tried to move her arm.

"Hey, hey, hey," he chided, resting his hand lightly on her forearm. "Don't move your arm. I think it's broken."

Locking eyes with him, Olivia said, "Elliot, what's going on? Really."

He swallowed, finding her good hand with his and squeezing it gently.

"Elliot, you're scaring me. What's going on?" she repeated, the fear evident in her voice.

Elliot scrubbed his free hand over his face and said, "Liv, we're trapped in here. I think someone set off a bomb after we were shot."

Olivia gasped softly, and tears slid down her cheeks.

Pushing every rule and regulation out of his mind, Elliot wrapped his arms around his partner. Then, mindful of her arm, Elliot pulled her into his lap.

Olivia stiffened at the contact, but she quickly relaxed in his embrace, resting her head against his broad chest and cradling her broken arm against her stomach.

"It's okay, Liv," he assured her, resting his chin on the top of her head. "We're gonna be okay."

She continued to cling to him, and he slowly rocked her back and forth, absentmindedly stroking her hair.

Suddenly a low rumbling noise filled the room, and Elliot pulled Olivia as close to his chest as he could, using one hand to shield her head. Then, as quickly as it began, the noise stopped.

Olivia continued to hide her face in Elliot's chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat helping her to remain calm.

"Elliot? Olivia?" a deep voice called, piercing the silence.

Elliot's heart leapt, and he lifted his head and shouted, "We're in here!"

Several seconds later, a crash at the front of the room made Elliot look up, and he watched as several firefighters walked into the room.

The first firefighter to reach them said, "Hi, detectives. My name's Jake, and we're here to get you two out of here. Now, are either of you hurt?"

"My partner's got a broken arm, and we've both been shot," Elliot answered, and Jake nodded, extending his hand to Elliot.

Elliot grabbed it and with a groan, struggled to his feet with a now unconsious Olivia in his arms, one of his arms under her legs and the other cradling her neck.

A second firefighter stepped forward, his arms outstretched. But when he saw the look that appeared on Elliot's face, he thought better of trying to take the woman out of his arms.

Jake opened his mouth to speak, but a deafening crash above their heads made everyone freeze in place.

A moment later, Jake looked at the other people and said, "Okay, we've gotta move, now!"

Picking their way around the debris, Elliot maintained his hold on Olivia and followed the firefighters out of the room, down the stairs, and out of the building.

As his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, Elliot looked down at his unconscious partner cradled safely in his arms, and tears slid down his cheeks as he smiled and kissed her hair.

TBC...

A/N: Yeah, there's still lots to come, so don't touch that remote!