Elliot's ears are ringing, his heart thundering in his chest as he rushes to get off the floor, to get to her.

It's chaos around him, people screaming, fleeing, echoes of the gunshots still playing in his head.

Then- a sharp gasp.

"I'm hit." Her words are strained, shocked and there's Olivia, eyes squeezed shut, her face a grimace of pain as red blooms from her abdomen, that pretty white tank-top already blood soaked.

"Call a bus! Officer down! Officer down!" He's shouting it- screaming it, his whole body shaking

"I'm hit." She whispers again and he's on her, tearing her shirt away with one arm and balling his jacket up with another to press it against the wounds in her soft belly. His brain barely registers the scars littering the rest of her abdomen.

Please, God. Please, god not her too.

"I've got you, Liv. You hear me? You're gonna be okay." His voice is a desperate plea and she groans in pain as he keeps that pressure steady.

"Olivia, open your eyes, look at me- LOOK at me!"

She obeys, those beautiful brown eyes wide and panicked but she obeys. Brown eyes lock onto blue ones and then her hand is reaching for him, grabbing his forearm, her grasp strong, strong despite the blood that just won't stop, just keeps coming.

"I've got you, I've got you baby." He can't keep the tremble out of his voice, or the ones that rock his body as he tries to tramp down on the thoughts plaguing him.

Suddenly he's somewhere else, in an airport parking lot, one second after Porter's shot when he wasn't sure… wasn't sure if when Manuel went down, he hadn't taken Olivia with him.

He's rushing towards Olivia in a crowded bus terminal, the image of Gitano's knife slicing into the flesh of her smooth golden throat.

So many times she'd been lucky. A hairs-breath from death he thought. But no.. no that was nothing. But this..

Where was that fucking bus?

He pushed down on the rising panic, focused on those eyes that were glassy with pain.

"Elliot," she whispered. "Elliot take my hand."

"No Liv- I gotta keep the pressure on. You're gonna be fine Liv. You're gonna be fine." His voice strained, but he pressed down harder on her wound, trying to ignore the pained rasp that escaped her lips, and the blood that dribbled and ebbed into the pool that had begun to form on the tile.

"El, please."

"No Olivia- this- this is nothin. You hear me? Help is coming. They're gonna patch you up in no time. And then," Elliot whispered as his throat constricted, tears threatening to spill, "you and I are gonna have that moment. The right one. You hear me?"

She was nodding, barely. The corners of her lips turning up even as they wobbled.

"You and Noah, you're gonna move in with me. The three of us, and Mama. We'll be a family. Taco Tuesdays and spaghetti nights and Chinese takeout for the rough days." Tears slipped down Olivia's cheeks.

He went on, keeping her here, keeping her with him, where she belonged- she always had. "And the kids are gonna love Noah so much, they already do. Just like they love you."

In the distance he could hear sirens, and his body trembled with a surge of relief, of hope.

"Just like I love you." His tears fell freely now.

But then her grip on his arm was slackening, her hand falling to the side, and those beautiful eyes, eyes he'd dreamed of since that first year at her side, were fluttering closed.

Then, barely perceptible, she whispered "I'm ready now, El."

No, gods no, please no.

Stay with me.

"Liv! Liv! OLIVIA!" He roared at her, begged her- but then..

Stay with me.

Then she was gone.