It's me again! After my O2 one shot I decided I really wanted to write something more episodic. So here we are! I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort, especially when it comes to our Olivia.

Rating: M for later chapters. (There will be 02 smut, I promise!)

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended, blah blah blah.

Dedication: This is for the little German truffle that brings a smile to my face every day. =)

He was running just ahead of her, coattails just barely out of her reach. Olivia knew if she could speed up, just a few steps, she'd have him and they could close this case. That thought motivated her as she pushed forward, diving for him and catching his ankles. He slammed into the ground and she rolled him over. She was pulling the cuffs out of her back pocket when she heard a shot ring out and felt a searing pain in her stomach. She fell backwards, clutching the wound as her suspect bounded down the alley and disappeared. Olivia grabbed her radio to call for help.

"This is Dunham. Officer down. Request immediate assist." She waited what felt like an eternity for a response. Nothing.

Okay, don't panic, she thought. You've still got your cell. She grabbed her phone from her jacket pocket and hit speed dial for Broyles. The phone beeped loudly in her ear. She looked at the screen, desperately hoping it wasn't what she expected. It was. No service blinked across the display.

"Shit." Olivia threw her phone down the alley. This was it. She was going to die alone in an alley while her suspect terrorized Boston.

Just as the last bit of her hope was fading and the pain in her abdomen was becoming unbearable, she heard footsteps coming fast in her direction. She drew her gun, wincing as she held it out in front of her, when an all too familiar face appeared out of the darkness.

"There you are! What the hell, Dunham? Our suspect is on the loose and you're napping in an a-" her alternate stopped as she saw the blood seeping through Olivia's fingers.

"He shot you?"

She nodded.

"Okay. Put that damn gun away and keep pressure on that. Put your arm around my neck."

Olivia hesitated.

"Oh, come on. Being close to me isn't as bad as bleeding out in an alley, is it?" "Come on. Arm."

She hated this. Hated that her red headed twin had to carry her to safety. Hated that she was stupid enough to get shot and need rescuing in the first place. But she was already feeling consciousness slip away and she had to get to a hospital. So she slung her right arm around the other agent's neck while she kept her left hand pressed to her wound. Liv pulled her into her arms and hurried down the street towards the rest of the team.

Olivia was on the periphery of awareness. She knew she was being carried but she couldn't recall by whom or why. She suspected it had something to do with how much pain she was in. She could no longer tell where it was coming from. It seemed to be everywhere. She tried to open her eyes, finally succeeding on the third attempt, but what she saw made her snap them back shut. That couldn't be what she'd seen. Her rescuer was…herself? No, she must be hallucinating from the pain.

"Hey, look who decided to grace me with her presence."

Olivia groaned. Now she remembered.

"I'd prefer to stay unconscious. How long was I out?"

"About an hour."

"An hour? How is that even possible? We weren't ten blocks from the where the squad was set up. Don't tell me we're lost."

"Heh, we should be so lucky. No. Worse, as it turns out."

"Worse? Our suspect got away, I got shot, I'm stuck with you, what could be worse?"

"Well Toto, I don't think we're in your universe anymore."

"Wh…what? That's ridiculous. Of course we're in my universe."

"Uh, no sweetheart, we're not. I don't know what you did but when you started to pass out on me you sort of went…rigid. Then everything turned hot and there was a flash of blue light. And…well, here we are."

"First of all, do not call me that." Liv snorted and rolled her eyes. "Second, what makes you think this is my fault?"

"Well, between the two of us, you're the one with the random universe hopping abilitie,s now aren't you? Look, I'd love to argue with you some more about how you got us into this, but I've got to put you down. You're about to kill my arms. Do you think you can stand?"

Olivia glared at her. "Of course. Let go of me."

Liv lowered her feet to the ground and started to remove her arm from around the other woman's shoulders when she started to collapse.

"Whoa. Okay, take it easy. Hang on to me. I'm gonna walk you to this stoop over here so you can sit down."

Olivia would have complained if she'd been able to, but every tiny step she took felt like it was tearing her apart. When they reached their destination she sank down hard onto the steps, her head falling forward onto one of Liv's shoulders.

"Hey, stay with me, Dunham. You park it and I'm gonna start to set up camp. Here, hold on to this." Liv wrapped Olivia's hands around what was left of an old cast iron rail that lined the steps. "You gonna be okay while I'm gone?"

Olivia gave a very small nod.

"Good girl. I won't be long."

Liv walked up to the old boarded up brownstone behind them and started prying off the planks. At least they had some semblance of a shelter for the night, but that didn't solve their other problems, the worst of which that Olivia was fading fast. She needed that bullet removed, stitches, and a blood transfusion, and those were just the basics. They were in the middle of a ghost town. Where was Liv supposed to find the help she needed to save her?