So there was a bit of confusion about this series I'm doing. These chapters are all one shots and will not be in chronological order. They are not one cohesive story but more of a series of vignettes that are missing scenes between Brian and Liv or their take on certain scenes. I apologize for the misunderstanding and I'll do my best to give a description of where each scene takes place before I post it.

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This scene takes place during Lost Reputation/Above Suspicion just after Brian has been shot.

Brian always thought that if he ever got shot it would be a lot more painful. Now he has two bullets inside of his body and all he can really think about is the way Liv's hair falls in her face. Most of it is up in a ponytail, but her bangs are soft around her eyes; he wants to reach out and tuck it behind her ear but there's too many tubes holding him down in the ambulance and he really doesn't think he'd have the strength anyways.

He can feel her hand, slick with his blood, but it's so nice just to hold someone's hand. It's so nice to have someone beside him, her hand warm in his, grasping him as though by holding him she could keep him tethered to this world.

There are tears streaming down her face and that really surprises him. She's a bit hardened. A bit brittle. Liv was always seemed like one of those people who kept herself so tight together because the slightest fray could break her. But looking up at her now, he thinks maybe he underestimated her.

Her mouth is moving, but he can't hear what she's saying. He really thinks that he should be in a lot more pain than he is. If anything the pain seems to be going away, fading so quickly, and he wants to fall into the promised oblivion.

But she's saying something and he also wants to know what it is she's trying to tell him.

It wasn't that long ago she'd came back into his life, literally storming in with a smile and a quip, reminding him so easily of the old crush he'd had on her over a decade ago. And crush is the right word. She crushed him. But looking at her through his bruised face he knew that if she gave even the slightest opening he'd go for it again. He would gladly let her devastate him over and over again.

It wasn't that long ago she'd been underneath him, her body soft against his, her lips tasting like red wine. He almost smiled at the memory of her legs wrapped around him, at the little growl she'd make at the back of her throat when he'd kissed her breast.

He had wanted to play it cool. He'd wanted to show her that he wasn't a dumb rookie anymore. Look what I've done Liv, see me playing hardball with the big boys, doing UCs you'd never have thought possible? Lot of good it does now.

Except she is here, she is beside him, and she is holding his hand. So maybe it did work. Maybe it worked a little.

But he also wants to close his eyes. His eyelids are getting so heavy. And part of him thinks he could stare at her forever, even covered in sweat and blood and tears. But he also wants to close his eyes.

And as a long beep sounds he wonders which desire will win out.