A/N: Another big thanks to my beta, Liv Cassidy! Enjoy!

Olivia grasped onto his hand, stroking his hair. "Stay with me Cassidy. We're almost there, stay with me." And then she heard it, a long single beep. He was flat lining, and she felt her heart being ripped from her chest. An EMT rushed to the stretcher and she felt tears stinging her eyes. "Do something!" she begged. She was covered in his blood but she didn't care, she just wanted him, no needed him, to live.

They arrived at the ER and the entire squad was waiting there, asking questions. She gave them all the details she had, and then their fill-in captain said she needed to talk to IAB, her voice shook as she spoke, "Not until I find out how he's doing."

They stood inside in a circle, and all she could think about was that night they shared together thirteen years ago. She talked about it with Fin and Munch, telling them how she felt, "I didn't handle it well."

"Don't worry, he probably doesn't hold it against you," Fin assured her.

"No, he probably does," Munch joked. Olivia just looked at him. His sense of humor was not helping at the moment, and just then the Captain walked over. He updated them on Brian's condition. He wasn't hit in the heart, but of course, the doctors wouldn't promise that he would make it out alive.

Over the next 12 hours she'd spoken to IAB and Rollins and Amaro talked to the cop who shot Cassidy. She and Rollins talked to Paula Foster, the ADA in the Public Integrity Unit. She got a call when Cassidy was out of the woods, and as soon as she heard "go" she left, wanting to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. She walked into Brian's room with flowers, seeing that he had a ton of them, in his private room. Bart Ganzel paid for all of them, after he put a hit out on Brian. Damn asshole.

She told Brian what she knew and sat down, seeing him wince. She told him that he should have told Foster, caressing his face. "And then what, I go back to investigating dry cleaner break ins? I'm like you Liv. This job is all I have."

This was her chance, to make it right. She tilted her head and rested her hand on his, a smile on her face as she spoke. "I'm not who I used to be."

"Sure you are," Brian said, not really wanting to be hurt again.

She shook her head and whispered, "No, I'm not." She leaned in and kissed him, she held it for a moment and then she pulled back with a smile. He said something about Florence Nightingale, and she smirked. "Something about a man in the hospital bed," she chuckled to herself and kissed him again, holding it longer this time.

He started to run his hands over her face and over her shoulder and she pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Oh no you don't, you're out of commission for a while." She smirked and kissed him.

He groaned. "No fair!"

She smiled and kissed his forehead, "You were just shot twice and just came out of surgery not even a day ago. Moving hurts. You moved a millimeter and you flinched. I'm not going to be the one who causes you any more pain than I already have," she whispered, picking at a loose thread on his hospital blanket.

He reached out and touched her face, making her look at him as he asked, "What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Please don't play dumb," she whispered, closing her eyes, feeling the stinging of the tears in her eyes.

Brian looked at her and then moved over a little more, wincing a little. He patted the piece of bed next to him and smiled gently, "Come here, lay down," he said.

She did, resting her head on the pillow next to his. "I was stupid, back then, I couldn't see it," She whispered tears starting to fall down her face.

He looked at her and wiped a tear from her face. "Hey, I get that now. At the time it sucked, but when I thought about it, I realized that if it were meant to be, it would happen eventually. And look at us now, here we are, where I would have wanted us to be thirteen years ago. Though, ideally not in a hospital room… You know, we have Ganzel to thank for this. Without him, we may not have crossed paths again, and you wouldn't be in here right now, giving me kisses because I just got shot," he winked.

She looked at him. "Well, that's not the only reason."

He smiled. "I'd love it if we could see where this goes, Liv. I still think about you all the time, and where we could have been. So why not see where we can go?"

She blushed and smiled. "After all this time, after everything I did, and said, you still want to be with me?"

He smiled and caressed her face softly and kissed her, "Olivia Benson, I have wanted to be with you from the first minute I laid eyes on you, and I will always want to be with you. You're beautiful inside and out, and any man who is with you, even for a moment, is the luckiest man in the world. I'd like to be that man… well, you know… again."

Olivia smiled and rested her head softly on his shoulder, as not to hurt him. She took his hand in her own and smiled, "Ok," she said in a gentle voice.

"What?" asked Brian.

"Ok, I want to be the luckiest girl in the world, and date the luckiest guy in the world," she smiled up at him.

He smiled back and squeezed her hand. He leaned down and kissed her. She rested her hand on his cheek, gently nipping on his bottom lip as she pulled away softly. "You're still recovering," she whispered and smiled. "But I'm going to be your own personal Florence Nightingale and take care of you, whenever I can."

He smiled and kissed her forehead, "You're incredible."

She smiled and closed her eyes, lying on her side, draping her arm over his chest. "You need your rest. Get some sleep," she said gently.

"Meanie, kiss me and get me all worked up then fall asleep on me," he pouted.

She smiled, her eyes still closed. "The more you sleep, the faster you'll heal and the faster we can get back to… what you want to do," she giggled silently.

"Goodnight," he said quickly, she started laughing, knowing that was what it would take to get him to rest. He wasn't a pig, he wasn't a bad guy, but he was a man. A very attractive man, and she knew how he thought.

She kept her eyes closed, taking a deep breath, and drifting off to sleep, her arm draped around him, her head next to his on the pillow.

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