I know it's late, but technically it's still Friday and I had told you guys that I'd update by Friday; that said this is the 6th and final chapter. Thank you all for those that reviewed, they meant a lot, and I loved each and everyone of them. I hope you guys enjoy, and who knows, I may be back for a sequel or an entire new story:) And I have to say I was happy that someone noticed the not-so-subtle crossover, lol:)

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Regret

Chapter 6

Olivia sat the entire night, worry written all over her face, her eyes never leaving the blonde, they were always on the fallen detective and the heart monitor, which kept beeping constantly, evidence that the pale blonde was alive. Olivia was had never been more grateful for all of the machines that were hooked to Amanda - even if it was selfish; they kept her alive, they did the one thing that Olivia couldn't.

Olivia couldn't look away, she couldn't look away from the other woman's chest, it rose for four seconds and then falling for three, and then again, up four, down three, up four, down three, up four down three; the pattern kept repeating itself, almost mocking her, but she didn't let it get to her, this was proof of the other woman's life, this was proof that she wasn't to late, this was proof that there was still a chance for them to be them - something they were close to being, but life seemed to get in the was; so she ignored the mocking and counted the seconds as Amanda breathed in and out. She felt like she was in a haze, counting over and over, every breath, every heartbeat, every freaking movement, her hooded eyes never letting the blonde out of her sight.

Olivia was on the edge of her seat, her back straight, her shoulders tense, both of her hands on Amanda's left hand, cold fingers laying lazily on her hand, the cold contrasting her warm skin, her breathing stopping when she saw Amanda's eyes flutter, the hairs in the back of her neck rose in anticipation, her heart beating just a little faster, her eyes widening when noticing a difference. The nerves were making her tired, her body craving sleep, but her mind kept her awake, never shutting off, never leaving her alone, and all she wanted was sleep; Amanda would be alright, her breathing was a proof of that, so she should sleep, she should close her eyes and rest, but she couldn't, she didn't want to miss anything, she didn't want Amanda to wake up and find her asleep, so she stayed awake, never once losing sight of the slumbering blonde.

It had been 4:56 am when Olivia sat up fully, the fluttering of eyelids becoming constant, she, herself, noticing the struggle Amanda was going through. She stood, ready to take charge, and stood over Amanda, bringing one hand to Amanda's left cheek, her skin still somewhat cold. Olivia stayed quiet, afraid that if she said anything, that it would stop the progress the woman was making in opening her eyes. She held her breath in anticipation, the fluttering of her eyes becoming quicker, and after a few seconds Olivia found her voice.

"Baby, open your eyes for me, okay?" Olivia whispered loud enough for Amanda to hear, a grunt being the only response. Olivia swiped her thumb over smooth pale flesh, her olive skin contrasting greatly with pale skin, her other hand running through blood stained hair. "Babe, you need to open your eyes, okay, you need to open your eyes for me," Olivia said in a loud whisper, her eyes frantically roaming her face; she bent down and placed a small kiss on the other woman's forehead.

Blue sky eyes slowly opened half way, the blonde's energy giving in, her sight connecting with brown, chocolate eyes; she grunted her hello, her throat feeling sore and dry, never trying to actually saying anything, the pain becoming quite unbearable. She blinked once, twice, before keeping them open for a few seconds before she couldn't keep them open. She wanted pain medication, so she blinked, grabbing Olivia's eyes. She blinked once, waited a few seconds before she blinked twice, and then repeated.

"What is it, baby?" Asked Olivia, her eyes narrowing in question. Amanda blinked once, grunted, her right shoulder moving less than a centimeter, and then blinked twice. Her throat was dry and it felt swollen, and she knew that if she tried to speak, it was going to hurt like hell. "Do you want something?" Asked Olivia, a blink of Amanda's eyes was the only reply and Olivia instantly caught on to what Amanda was trying to do. "Doctor? Medicine? Water?" Olivia asked, waiting for an answer.

Amanda blinked once, tightened her fingers around Olivia's, waited a few second, blinked again, waited a few more second, and finally blinked once more, agreeing to all three, before once more closing her eyes. Olivia nodded, kissed her forehead, and then leaving to find Dr. Torres.

"Hey, babe, how was work?" Asked Amanda, watching as the brunette - dressed in a black blazer, purple v-neck underneath, with black slacks; purse set on her shoulder, and phone in the other - close the door. Olivia turned around and smiled at the blonde, moving closer. Amanda was dressed in one of Olivia's loose t-shirt and black sweat pants, her body above the covers as she sat up slightly, using her right side to sit up, her shoulder still causing much pain and discomfort.

"Eh, you know, work," said Olivia, her smile widening at the other detective's eye roll.

"You do remember the conversation we had two weeks ago?" Complained Amanda with a whine, now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," replied Olivia, stepping between Amanda's legs, her hands running up and down her thighs.

"You know exactly what I mean; you're my connection to the outside world! I'm not allowed out of here until maybe Friday!" Exclaimed Amanda, her arms sliding over Olivia's shoulders and intertwining behind her neck, she winced at the pain slightly, but didn't change her arm; she looked around the hospital room as if on evidence. Amanda pulled Olivia in, their lips centimeters away, their breaths brushing the others lips.

"All I did today was paper work and then I went with Finn to interview a victim's mother, nothing serious, honey." Responded Olivia with a smirk, pressing her lips onto the blonde's. It was short and sweet, something that they had become used to over the past three weeks.

"Ouch!" Cried Amanda, her arm falling to her side, her right hand just over her left shoulder, her face mirroring her face, twisted in pain.

"Amanda!" Yelled Olivia, worry etched on her face, looking over at Amanda's left shoulder and then at her girlfriend's face.

"Sorry, it was a bad idea moving my shoulder that much, ugh, damn, this hurts," hissed Rollins, a scowl on her face, pain shooting up to her neck. She hated this part, the part where she had to wait and sit like loser until she finished her therapy, and even worse, she had to pass another stupid pshyc and field test. Amanda was never one to be patient and now she was forced to be and she hated it with all her being. 'Stupid suspect!' She yelled in her head.

"Ugh, I hate it when you don't think. I should keep you away from you." Sighed Olivia, a hand running through her hair, her concern visible.

"Sorry, baby," Amanda said, grimacing at the lasting pain that coursed through her shoulder to her neck.

"I know you are, but you have to be careful," said Olivia, glaring at the blonde, who just simply smiled at her and pulled her towards her with her right hand.

"I know, I promise that from now on I'll be more careful," said Amanda, but only received a glare instead, "okay, okay, I'll try to be more careful."

"Thank you, honey," replied Olivia with a chuckle, leaning in to peck Amanda's lips. She leaned back and then smiled lovingly, even if they didn't have the courage to tell each other that the L word, but both could see it in the others eyes; they were close to saying it, of course, but neither said anything anyway, both scared that the other wouldn't feel the same. It was the same thing that got them in trouble in the first place, not admitting to their feelings, waiting until last minute to confess what they were feeling, but it was harder for them; they both had problems in trusting people, in loving people, and after all the rejection and the years of solitude - only having one night stands and/or a relationship that lasted a few weeks - brought commitment issues. They would get there, but it would take some time for them to confess, but when they do, they'll laugh and have a good night, a good life, and they wouldn't be able to wait to tell everyone.

"Honey, I'm home," the blonde said, closing the door behind, the door shutting with a big bang, Amanda miss calculating how hard she had pushed the door, cringed.

"Babe, what have I told you about the door!" Olivia said, her voice raised slightly, coming out of their room, a towel around her body and her hair wet, droplets of water slowly falling between the valley of her breast. She glared at Amanda, but the blonde's attention was somewhere else entirely; Olivia huffed and responded at her girlfriend's distraction, "my eyes are up here, 'Manda."

"Yeah, sorry about, uh-" Amanda began, her eyes still looking at the other woman's almost naked form, stuttering and licking her lips in anticipation, "the door, it was my fault. I'll do anything for you if you forgive me."

"Anything?" Asked Olivia, and teasing eyebrow raised in question. She sauntered over to the blonde until she was inches away, hands on the top of her towel, making sure it was in place. Amanda only nodded, and then her eyes went dark, lust visible in her eyes; Olivia just smirked as she looked into her girlfriend's eyes, put her hands on her waist, and then looked down at the towel on the ground. "Look at that, it must have slipped," Olivia whispered, her smirk growing.

"I love you," Said Amanda, as she advanced on Olivia, a smirk of her own now growing on her face.

"I love you, too," Olivia responded, closing the remaining space between them in a searing kiss.

"I do," Said Amanda, a bright smile on her face as she looked at the brunette in front of her. She stared with adoration at the woman in front of her, staring at the white sleeveless dress, framing every curve on the other woman, her olive skin bright and looking smooth. Brown eyes stared right back at her, happiness and love written all over her face, and blue eyes just couldn't look away.

"You may now kiss the bride," Craigen said, smiling at the cute couple in front of him, somewhat jealous of them. Everyone awed when they saw the women connect their lips together. It was sweet and passionate, both pulling the other closer, wanting the other to be impossibly close. After the passionate kiss, they leaned their foreheads together, smiling at each other, yet their eyes were closed, savoring the moment. The clapping of hands brought them out of their haze; they both turned and walked down the aisle...togehter

The End

Thank you all, again, and please write, I wanna read some Rolivia too *pout*

Next time I'll do better at the ending; I always suck at those no matter what I do, but oh well, it's up, nothing I can do.

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