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"Elliot!"
Olivia was running, running to him.
"Olivia!" he cried. "Run! Oh God, please run!"
Her feet slapped the pavement as she sprinted, desperation in her eyes. A white van behind her opened its side door, and a masked gunman stepped out with a hand pistol. 22 calliber. He was aiming to kill.
Olivia didn't have her vest. She didn't have her gun. All she had was Elliot ahead of her, holding his arms out. He was ready to hold her, to take her into his arms and never let go. He was going to tell her, once she was out of harms way.
"You're almost there!" he called to her, his voice cracking. She wasn't going to make it. "Olivia, NOOOOO!"
BLAM.
Olivia fell to the ground with a cry. Elliot, forgetting everything ran to her side. A pool of blood was blossoming from her chest, and he spun her onto her back so she could face him. He held her to his chest, trying to will her to stop bleeding.
"Olivia," he breathed. "Oh God, please no. Not you, Olivia. No!"
"Take care of Kathy, Elliot," Olivia smiled in her raspy voice, a thin trickle of blood running from her mouth as her eyes drooped. "You and her will have a nice life together."
"No, Olivia," he sobbed, "no, I chose you. I chose you, Olivia, do you hear me? OLIVIA!"
"I love you Elliot."
The light left her eyes, and her whole body slumped in Elliot's arms. He held her unmoving body to his chest, but the only heartbeat he could feel was his own. The rise and fall of a chest was his own. The breath he felt on his face was his own. He would never feel her breath against his face again. He would never feel her heartbeat again.
The next few moment went in slow motion. Elliot getting up. Elliot taking out his gun. Elliot screaming in angst. Elliot shooting the man who killed Olivia. His Olivia. His Liv. He crouched down and picked up her body, her head lolling against his chest as he rose again to his feet.
Tears cascaded down his cheeks and rolled onto his bulletproof vest. Sorrow clouded his vision and thoughts. He could only see her. Only hear her voice. Every memory he saw was of her. The way she flipped her hair out of her face when she was thinking hard; the way her eyes sparkled durring an interrogation; the way he always knew what she was thinking before she did.
Never again.
Elliot Stabler knew he had fucked up. He had really fucked up. He had lost Kathy. He had lost his kids. And now he had lost Olivia. His Olivia. He wiped the tears out of his eyes with the back of his hand. He found himself kneeling in front of a grave stone. Her grave stone.
"Olivia!" he wailed to the dark clouds above.
He couldn't help it. He had lost her. And he had never told her.
"Olivia," he repeated, softer this time. "Liv, if you can hear me, I want to say I'm sorry. I should have done something. Anything. I lost you."
She watched him with sorrow and dispair in her eyes. It killed her to see him this sad. So sad, her Elliot... her El...
"I chose you," Elliot continued, "because I couldn't imagine living without you. Because I knew if you couldn't make it through neither could I. Because you were more than my partner- you were my life. Maybe I never saw it before, but I see it all too clearly now. And now I can't imagine going on without you."
Say it, she urged him. Tell me why.
Tears sparkled down his cheeks as he said it.
"Because I love you, Olivia Benson," he told the grave stone. He looked up to the sky. "I love Olivia Benson!" He shouted to the clouds. He shouted to the sky. He shouted to her, wherever she was. "I LOVE YOU!"
She rested her hand on his shoulder. He turned and faced her, eyes gleaming with the salty tears.
"Come with me then," she smiled.
Without a sound, she held out her hand and Elliot took it softly. He got slowly to his feet, not believing what he was seeing. What he was going to do.
"I'm ready," Ellito told her, "to love you forever."
"I am too," she smiled. "Forever."
And so they walked together. Into forever.