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Chapter: 24

Title: For Whom the Bell Tolls

Summary:Detectives Olivia and Elliot are known for their compatibility and performance as partners in the SVU. While a partnership like theirs would usually result in one bad mishap, the two seem to have their feelings under-control. While everyone can clearly see they have deep feelings of unconfessed love for each other, cliche they themselves have not noticed. How hard is it to suppress such emotions when they are together? Just how trying are their lives as partners? What happens when the two are put through severe trials in order to test their loyalty, trust, devotion, honor, and their love? Just how far will the other go in order to protect their secretly beloved? Read to see how the Gravity of their love is defined.

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Smoke. Fumes. Flames. Wreckage. Carnage. Chaos.

Olivia felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach, seeing the many officers wounded and dozens of others possibly dead. Her heart constricted in pain and she felt dizzy. Her eyes began to flutter, body swaying until Elliot's strong arms wrapped themselves securely around her. She couldn't hear the sirens, or his concerned voice. Her body was limp and frail, and she felt as if she could get sick at any minute.

Her eyes drifted as her head rolled onto Elliot's shoulder, and she could here his ragged breathing as he stared down at the squad room. Was it a bomb? Was that what had gone off? Her mind couldn't register a thing at the moment and she felt herself inevitably giving in to a world of pure darkness.

The moment her body stopped responding, and her breath nearly quit altogether, Elliot knew she had passed out. All the stress had been piling on her shoulders; not to mention she had been getting rather sick the past few days. Tentatively, he put his arm beneath her knees while dropping the other to her shoulders, carrying her bridal style back into the cribs. He wanted badly to stay by her side, but the screaming of the wounded below was causing him to ache in concern. He needed to check on Munch and Fin. Lake and the Captain. Even Casey. And Melinda. He didn't dare think what the bottom floors must've looked like with this floor nearly crumbling. Giving his love a gentle kiss, he made his way out of the door, jumping back to cover his face when part of the ceiling fell in front of him. His head jerked, frantic for the stair cases that had once been on either side of the top room. He spotted a small make-shift narrow passage down, and instantly darted in their direction.

"Elliot!" The voice was battered, but he recognized it to be Fin, whom was making his way toward him when another round of earth shattering quakes erupted throughout the building.

"What the hell is going on Fin!?" He shouted admist the ensuing catastrophe. The coughing from behind him, and the gruff sigh melted half his worry.

"I told you we knew too much about the governments conspiricies!" Munch heaved, helping a familiar red haired woman up. Casey narrowed her eyes, sighing as she stumbled slightly and rolled her eyes at his comment.

"Does everything have to do with the government with you John?" She asked, her hand flying to her head as she cringed in pain.

"Wheres the captain?"

"And wheres Chester?" The simultaneous glances bounced among friends, and then co-workers, until they settle upon a life less form laying a few feet away. His tan hand gave way to who it was, and Fin furrowed his brows as he stepped forward. "Oh no." The whisper came out in a plea, and Elliot felt himself tearing slightly. He turned his head as Fin removed the heavy ceiling light from atop his partner, and hearing Casey's exasperated gasp was enough to make him walk towards the captains room.

A familiar face came walking through the double doors; covered in white dust.

"I suppose the bomb has something to do with Olivia." Melinda stated, Cragen coming up behind her. There were no words that transpired, and the only looks that were given were ones of regret. Their eyes dropped to the fallen detective laying silently beside Fin's hunched over form.

Her body jerked, and she flew up, her hand instantly covering her mouth as she ran for the closest garbage can. Olivia felt her head spin as she lifted herself to her feet; body limp, vision blurry. The floor felt wholly uneven, even with the dizziness. She knew something wasn't right. But what was it? She could hear the voices downstairs, the sirens, the screams, the moans, the groans, even the sound of the building creaking. Fear registered, and she instantly felt too vulnerable to be left alone. She was always alone. Had been for song long. Too long.

"Elliot." She made her way towards the door, eyes fluttering as she fell against one of the cots. "Elliot..." Her voice rose, and she felt herself becoming tired once more. "Elliot!" Pulling open the door, she gasped at the sight. Her mouth agape at the destruction, and immediately her first thought was

'This is my fault...' Her head shook slightly, and she pushed back the dizziness she felt. Her mind told her to push herself as far as she could go. This place was like a second home to her; these people were the only family she had.

"Elliot." Her soft spoken, but firm voice carried even though the room was filled with remorse. Through the noise, he could hear her. His eyes narrowed, and he turned from his position, gazing up at her. Her weary look, and poor balance alerted him, and his face dropped.

"Liv?" He unfolded his arms, and began to make his way over to her. "Liv!?" Fear gripped his heart, and he watched as she stumbled back wards, hitting the wall and then sliding down it. He ran up the small pathway to her; cradling her in his arms. "I need a medic up here!" He shouted, checking for a pulse. It was thready, her skin was pale and sweaty. He held her against him, closing his eyes as a firefighter made his way up to them. "She's unconscious. Help, help her." He managed. What if the son of a bitch had gotten to her up in the cribs without him knowing? Gone out one of the fire escapes? He felt guilt pang throughout his being. If anything happened to her...

Even as the building continued to shake from its now un-stable structure, Elliot couldn't tear his eyes off of his partners pale face. The medic quickly and cautiously lifted her onto one of the many stretchers they'd brought into the precinct. He motioned for the two fire-fighters kneeling beside her form to help carry her down the narrow, nearly broken stairway.

The ride to the hospital was a blur, and Elliot couldn't really recall making it out of the one six. He couldn't really recall anything. The only thing he had on his mind was the woman laying unconscious before him. The woman who meant the world to him. Silently, he cursed himself for even thinking of leaving her in the first place. Her eyes were so broken, her skin so pale. Her pulse was thready, and she had been breaking out in a cold sweat... How could he not have noticed something had been wrong?

The ambulance hit a bump, and Olivia's heart monitor jolted, causing the alarm to buzz frequently. Elliot's eyes tore from her face to the monitor where he felt his own heart threatening to stop.

"Whats goin on?" He asked, barely above a whisper. The medic sitting beside him shook his head, hitting a switch and then writing something down on the chart he held.

"Her body is unstable, and she has signs of intense stress."

His brow furrowed again, and he didn't bother to ask nor answer any more questions. His hand found her clammy, and sweaty one; interlacing their fingers. He watched as the heart monitor jumped slightly from his touch, and a brief smile creased his dry lips. Such a simple thing caused her heart to pound... Such a simple thing meant so much to them both. Just one touch... Just one look... It was all they ever needed in the world. The moment she was rushed into the ER, Elliot felt the connection between them grow.

Even as he was pushed aside, and forced to sit out in the waiting room. He felt as if he were right at her side.

Sitting down in one of the waiting chairs, Elliot let out a sigh as he brushed his hand down over his face. He could still smell the smoke and ash on himself, and it made his stomach churn in disgust. But he could also smell the faint cotton blossom smell of Olivia. Her scent was always...different. She had an enigmatic aroma about her; a mixture of exotic vanilla, cherry-cotton blossom, and pure raw arousal. He smiled at the thought of her; letting himself the brief moment to chuckle slightly at how easy she was to predict...sexually. Anyone could look at her, and quickly guess that she would be one hell of a passionate lover. He remembered nights out at the bar with fellow detectives, whom were all envious of his partnership with the Olivia Benson.

Again, a smile creased his lips. He really was the most lucky son of a bitch out there. Every guy wanted to be in his place. Every male detective wanted to know what it was like to be partnered with the bad and sexy ass Detective Benson. And he could only grin and soak it all up.

The door in front of him swung open, and Elliot quickly stood. The doctor put his stethoscope around his neck, and inhaled, brushing his hand through his hair.

"Mr. Benson?" He asked, causing Elliot to grin and shake his head as he felt the familiar pang within his heart. "I'm sorry. The medic said you were with her, I assumed-"

"Its alright. I'm her partner Elliot Stabler. We might as well be married..." He trailed, raising his brows slightly as he narrowed his eyes. He glanced through the window behind the man in front of him, gazing upon his sleeping lover. "How is she?"

"She was stressed, and her blood pressure was low. Has Ms. Benson been...sick lately?"

"Well..she hasn't been looking like her normal self, but then again, the weather hasn't been exactly normal... Why?"

"Her body seems worn with fatigue, and shes oddly dehydrated. Could she be...pregnant by any chance? Do you know if shes currently seeing anyone?"

Elliots body instantly went stiff.

"Pregnant?"

He couldn't keep his heart from pounding. What if she was? It would be his child...

"Are you sure?" His voice was shaky, and the doctor instantly recognized the sound of his voice, and the look in his eyes.

"Can't be positive until a couple more weeks, but I have a strong feeling your partner and you are going to be parents." Elliot grinned, stepping past him staring into the room where his partner lay. All the problems were forgotten, and he ound himself eager to tell her... 'No. She'll want to be the first to know... And she'll want to tell me herself. She might not be anyways... No use giving her false hope.' He glanced back to the doctor, and pushed into the room.

A/N:Told you. Writers block is a bitch, and a thorn in my ass! I need some motivation to continue...gah... Review, please?