Here we are! Sorry it took so long!

And I held you there thinking I would offer you my pulse -
If I thought it would be useful. -
I would give you my breath except the problem with death -
Is we have some hundred years and then they can build -
Buildings on our only bones. -

-Pulse, Ani DiFranco

Olivia ran as hard and fast as she could. She avoided a crowd of tourists with their video cameras fixed on the pursuit they had suddenly become spectators of. She silently cursed the people blocking her view of Ryan Turner, a suspect in the case of the overzealous movie director and murders. Her skin prickled with adrenaline and sweat. She could see the suspect ahead of her, dodging groups of bargain hunters and school kids. Olivia narrowly missed running into a light post and she jumped over a woman's golden retriever as if she was an olympic hurdler. Her radio crackling failed to distract her from the goal ahead. Adrenaline filled her veins, the sweaty breath that filled the atmosphere around her was unsuccessful at suffocating her. She weaved in and out of pedestrians, smoothly, like a fish in water. The rush she was feeling was almost better than sex. Turner had avoided being hit by a truck and Olivia was quick enough to run around the truck and gain a few more feet in the chase. Her heart pounded and her head felt as if it would explode but the energy radiating from her core kept her going.

"Officers in pursuit of a suspect fleeing by foot on 123rd and Hunter Avenue. Requesting backup. Olivia- pull back!" crackled the radio but she ignored it. Her body had worked too hard to just stop for no reason. She watched as Turner jumped a tall fence into a construction site. Olivia seemed to climb as fast as a cat and landed amongst the lumber and piles of dirt swiftly and smoothly. She re-started her ground pursuit with no hesitation. Clearing a large hole with one long jump she had gained considerable ground while Turner had run around the hole to avoid it. She was suddenly much closer to her goal and she could feel her body pushing harder and harder. She managed to land one, two, three fingers on the denim jacket before her and they suddenly tumbled hitting the ground. The pair rolled and spilled into the street. The sound of screeching tires filled the air like some awful animal as Olivia felt pressure on her body like never before. Her head cracked as glass shattered around her and then the city around her went black.

"Officers in pursuit of a suspect fleeing by foot on 123rd and Hunter Avenue. Requesting backup. Olivia- pull back!" Elliot shouted into his radio. He had hit a dog walker and her pack, preventing him for maintaining the visual on his partner. No response came from the solid black box in his hand. He knew she had ignored him. Hell, he would have done the same thing. Elliot ran swiftly through the crowds and he saw Olivia jumping the fence of a construction site. His eyes frantically searched for a way to catch up with his better half. He then saw that the construction site was surrounded by scaffolding. He could climb up on the metal pathways and cut over the site and cut off the chase on the other side. He climbed up the metal scaffolding and lobbied himself up and over the barrier and he sidestepped the caution tape discouraging him from the dangerous task ahead of him. He landed with his feet flat on the aluminum pathway. He ran rapidly straight to the other side of the site. He approached the rail when a commotion below caught his attention. Olivia and Turner had stumbled through the broken chain link fence and into the road. The smell of burning rubber filled his senses before the visual and pandemonium of the scene caught up to his brain.

"Olivia!" his hoarse voice cut through the air as his partner hit the ground with a deafening thump. Silence filled his brain. He didn't even feel himself land on the cement below him. His heart beat along with his shoes upon the sidewalk. He didn't know how he ended up beside Olivia.

"Liv- Livia- Wake up-" He shook her gently in the hopes of stirring her to consciousness.

"Elliot, don't touch her- she could have a neck injury." Fin's voice seemed to be coming to Elliot under water. The pulse in his ears was vociferous.

"Call a bus!" He yelled to no one in particular. "Oh God oh God..." He whispered. He lifted Olivia's bloodied hand to his mouth, "Come on, come on..." There was still no response and his heart hammered against his chest as the dark rubies of Olivia's innermost self spilled onto Elliot and ran into the cracks of the concrete she lay broken upon.

Sorry for the short chapter! Next part will be longer... I hope.

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