Author's note -

Stupid site killed my A/N - I'm not writing it again.

Anyway, here is chapter 3.

Disclaimer: I'll ask 'Santa' for christams but until then I don't own anything.

Enjoy...

Everything become motionless, nothing in the world seemed to be moving, the only signs of life being the cold crystallized breath slowly seeping between Elliot and Olivia's lips only to disappear in the wind which was beginning to nip at their exposed skin. All of a sudden everything began to speed up and Elliot was dragging Leroy off Olivia and exposing her to the dry wind of the wintry New York City streets. Warmth seemed to still be dripping down Olivia's sides and soaking her tee-shirt a deep crimson which she came to realise was not Leroy's blood but her own of which should be flowing through her heart and not moistening the dirt under her fingertips which were rested lightly on reddened grass.

Eliot's crystal blue eyes turned to resemble the colour of the sky which Olivia was gazing up to, wondering if their really was a god and whether or not he was going to spare her this now if only to kill her in an accident on the way to hospital just so she could have a few more precious moments with the man that was now kneeling at her side.

"Liv, Liv look at me." Elliot's voice was a shaky whisper.

Olivia slowly drew her gaze from the swirling clouds above to Elliot's eyes that were storming over as well.

She looked lifeless even now which scared Elliot beyond belief as he pressed his jacket onto Olivia's abdomen. Her eyes contained a fire only moments ago but it had now diminished to a low glowing ember in a furnace or her iris.

"You're going to be okay, you're going to be okay." Elliot whispered as he smoothed back her hair.

Olivia's eyes fluttered closed and the darkness once again began to consume her. Her eyes snapped open again when she felt Elliot's hand on her shoulder. The realization of pain was almost blinding like that of the misty white light which blasted her senses as thousands of feather light snowflakes settled on the ground around her and the once pure white was now tainted with her blood causing them to melt and dissolve in the sickly warm liquid.

Olivia groaned.

Elliot gingerly swept his hand down her cheek and let his fingers trace her jaw, "You gotta hold on Liv, please, just hold on." Elliot was almost crying now.

Sirens began to float through the eerie white abyss and Olivia slowly fell back into the black that beckoned to her, too strong to ignore and too easy to give in to.

She heard Elliot calling to her, his voice whispered in the distance. Everything around her made her feel like she was teetering on the edge of the world, about to fall into oblivion.

"Liv, come back."

Elliot's voice echoed around her head, each syllable accentuating itself before disappearing completely as her world disappeared.

Elliot stared down at Olivia's porcelain like face. Elliot had never seen her look so pale. Her features were contorted in pain and her lips trembled slightly as shed drew in each shaky breath.

All of a sudden Elliot was no longer alone. He turned to find two paramedics standing over him in regular issue white polos and green scrub pants, their kits in their hands.

"Detective could you please step back?" One asked as the other attended to Leroy's lifeless body.

Eliot was now on auto-pilot and did as he was told. He heard the other paramedic call for a morgue ambulance and he prayed he wouldn't have to call for a second. The ambulance officer that was attending to Leroy now turned his attention to Olivia.

Both ambulance officers began checking her over but still kept the pressure with Elliot's coat.

Every moment that passed in the time between putting Olivia on the gurney and standing in the waiting room had blurred together and was no longer something Elliot could recognize as a memory.

He stood in the too-warm waiting room doing just that – waiting. He wasn't sure whether the hospital had cranked the heat up too high due to the slowly falling snow outside or if it was just him but he knew if he didn't get some fresh air soon he was going to pass out. Just as he was about to head down the corridor to the brightly lit green 'exit' sign, Casey ran towards him, the distinct clipping of her heels on the lino getting more haphazard as she got closer.

"Is she going to be okay?" Casey sniffled, as she took off her heels.

"I don't know yet." Elliot sighed.

"Elliot, please say she's going to be okay because if she isn't I don't know what I'm going to do!" Casey burst into sobs as her voice cracked at the end.

Elliot held her close to him and let her soak his shirt with tears until Cragen appeared at the end of the hall way. Soon he had his hand on Casey's shoulder and was turning her towards him.

Casey went willingly as Cragen searched Elliot's eyes, "How is she?"

"I don't know." Elliot sighed, scrubbing his hands over his face.

"Olivia Benson?" A doctor, who Elliot recognized as Dr Stanford who had been there when Elliot had gone through the window, asked.

"Yes?" Everyone replied in unison.

Did you know the woman who plays Rebecca Hendrix also plays 'Joon' in the movie 'Benny and Joon'.

I worked it out when we had to watch it english today.

I feel proud.

Anyway, I didn't have any home workso I thought I would update...

Now, show me the love!!

Xoxo...

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