Brenda – God bless you. You really know how to make a person feel great.
Elliot came back with the formula just in time because Bailey was starting to get fussy. I had him make a small bottle and heat it up in the microwave for fifteen seconds. He offered to feed her but, I didn't want to let her out of my arms.
"I'm not going to let Rebecca get away with this," I said to Elliot.
"She's in custody now," he said, "It's over. Bailey's safe and we are both safe."
"No," I said shaking my head, "It's not over. She tried to kill you. She almost did!"
"And she is going to jail," he said keeping his voice calm, "For a very long time."
I sighed and leaned back against the pillows that were behind me. My shoulder was really bothering me and it hurt to hold the bottle to Bailey's mouth.
"Want me to take over?"
I looked at him and gave him a sad smile, "Yeah."
I was about to hand her over to Elliot when I saw that she wasn't sucking on the bottle anymore. It looked like she was asleep.
"Elliot," I said in a shaky voice, "She's not breathing."
Elliot's eyes grew wide and he jumped out of his chair and looked at Bailey. He took her out of my arms and ran out into the hallway where the nurse's station was. "Somebody help! I need a doctor!She isn't breathing!"
I could hear him yelling from my room and I started to panic. She was just eating a second ago and now she wasn't breathing. What was happening? I needed to know what was going on so I ripped the IV out of my arm and walked to the door. I saw Elliot handing her over to one of the nurses and the nurse carried her off down the hallway until she was out of sight.
"Elliot," I whispered.
He turned around and I could see the tears in his eyes even through my own. He walked back toward me and wrapped his arms around me, careful not to hurt my shoulder. I sobbed loudly into his chest. "I can't do this again, El. I can't. She's our little girl. She has to be okay. She has to!"
"I know," he said kissing the top of my head, "I know."
"I need oxygen, now!"
Bailey was taken to an empty emergency room and doctor's immediately started flooding around her. They made sure the first thing they did was give her oxygen to get her low levels back up.
"Her air way is clear," one of the nurses said, "We aren't sure why she couldn't breathe."
The doctor tapped his pen onto his chart trying to think of what could have caused this to happen. Dr. Capshaw was close friends with Don Cragen so he had heard about the case. He had been told to take good care of Olivia and Elliot. He knew Bailey was their daughter and he wasn't going to give up until he figured out what was wrong with her.
Two hours had passed now and I hadn't heard anything about Bailey. She was all I could think about. I was staring at the door just waiting for one of the men or women in blue scrubs to walk in and tell me something, anything about what was going on.
"She'll be okay," Elliot kept whispering. I wasn't sure if he was saying it for me or for him. It didn't matter. We both needed to believe it.
"Parents of Bailey Stabler?"
"Yeah," I said quickly, "Please tell us she's going to be okay."
"I'm so sorry," Dr. Capshaw said.
"No," I said shaking my head. My heart was racing and the tears kept flowing, "No!"
"Her airway was clear and we were giving her oxygen but.. I'm so sorry."
The pain and sadness that came over me didn't even begin to explain how I was feeling. First I let her get kidnapped and now she's dead. I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head. Her perfect little fingers wrapped around mine and her cute little smile. Just a little while ago I was holding her in my arms and now she was gone. I would never see her again. I looked over at Elliot and he was crying too. He had his face buried in his hands and he tried to keep quiet but, I knew he was in as much pain as I was.
"We're never going to see her again," I whispered, "Elliot... I can't. She can't be gone. She just- What do we do now?"
Elliot reached out and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly in his, "I don't know."
He might not have known what he was going to do but, in my mind, I knew exactly what was going to happen. I was going to kill that bitch, just like she did to Mrs. Watson. I was sure she had something to do with this and I wasn't going to sit back and just let her live.
"Stop," Elliot said out of nowhere, "Killing someone isn't justice. You of all people know that."
"Damn it, Elliot! She killed our child!"
"You don't know that," he sniffed, "You don't know that she did it."
"I don't care who did it," I said before thinking, "All I know is Bailey is gone..."
"Call Melinda," he said to me, "She'll be the one performing the autopsy. She can tell us what happened."
The thought of Bailey being on one of those tables made my heart break even more. I couldn't control the sobs and I didn't want to believe that any of this was happening. I thought it was a bad dream and I just wanted to wake up. I wasn't suppose to be the weak person who cried over everything. I was suppose to be badass. Yet, here I was lying in a hospital bed crying. Bailey needed Justice and she wasn't going to get it from me lying in bed.