A/N: I'm so sorry guys, please don't kill me... I'd put in a warning but I think we all know what's coming.

'Elliot? ELLIOT! El!'

Olivia was on her knees, her radio beside her, holding his hands in hers and trying to force him to open his eyes and look at her. He was still breathing, but each breath was steadily more laboured than the last.

'Elliot, come on you bastard, I will not watch you die!' She reached out and shook him, once and then again, and again, becoming more and more frantic. 'ELLIOT!'

Another slow, rattling breath, trailing off into silence.

'El, it's me, Liv, El please look at me, El, I'm so sorry, please...'

Silence.

'Elliot?'

Her legs gave out and she sat down hard on the floor beside him, still clinging onto his hands. 'Elliot...' She felt faint and her head ached. Why was she here? 'El, I don't...' Her head span and she collapsed onto her back beside him, feeling her heart fluttering oddly. 'I...' Her stomach ached and her shirt felt soaking wet. Olivia reached out blindly for Elliot with her right hand, found his hand and clung to it. 'El...' The room faded in and out of focus and she closed her eyes, then heaved herself over onto her front and laid her head on his shoulder. 'El, I'm so glad you're here.' She reached across and wrapped her arm around him, burying her face in the fabric of his suit jacket. Olivia lay there, breathing in his comfortingly familiar smell, until the world faded out altogether.

'We have one female, late thirties, multiple knife wounds, severe hypovolaemic shock...'

Olivia felt the ground moving and opened her eyes. There were bright lights shining in her face. She flexed her hands and felt starchy fabric beneath her. 'El?'

Voices came from somewhere above her. 'Has someone called Special Victims yet?'

Another voice. 'Radioed from the scene, told them we had two of theirs on the way in. They're sending someone to meet us there.'

Olivia licked her lips. Her mouth felt dry. 'El?'

'What about the other one?'

'Doesn't look good, no pulse when we reached him. We tried, but...'

Olivia felt her stomach turn over. 'El? EL?'

A face loomed over her. 'Ma'am, can you hear me?'

She nodded weakly, closed her eyes as it made her feel faint.

'Ma'am, can you tell me your name?'

She licked her lips again. 'Olivia.'

'OK, Olivia, my name's Aiden, I'm here to help you. Can you tell me what happened?'

'He...' Olivia trailed off and closed her eyes again. She was so tired.

She heard the man who called himself Aiden's voice again. 'We need to hurry.'

'We're nearly there,' replied the second voice.

She reached out for Elliot again. The world faded out again just as it dawned on Olivia that he wasn't there beside her.

A/N: I know... it's sad. I've had two friends weeping so far and it was a bitch to write. There is more yet though! The tale is not yet over! I promise things will get better...