George POV
I had heard what was happening at the precinct almost the second that it happened and waited with bated breath wondering what was going to happen. Then I got the call that Elliot had been shot and that Olivia was distraught and not responding. I made my way down to the precinct and when I walked in I saw that the squadroom was still a crime scene. I looked for Olivia and saw Don waving me into his office. "Hey" I said walking in and then I saw Olivia she was laying on her side silent tears running down her face, but her eyes were unfocused. As if she wasn't even there mentally, just her body was there. "Let me talk to her" I told Don and watched him walk out of the squadroom toward the cribs where I was assuming the rest of the squad was.
I turned back to Olivia wondering how I should do this. I decided to just get her attention first. "Liv?" I started with something simple her name. "Olivia?"
"Benson?" she was starting to stir.
"Olivia?" I called again and she sat up.
"Livia?" I said in a questioning voice and she looked at me. I sucked in a deep breath, her eyes which are normally so full of life were empty, almost as if she was giving up. I watched as she crumbled until she broke out in loud sobs that couldn't be quieted not matter what I did. I decided to just hold her until she calmed.
Then I started to remember what I had been through with all of the squad. The nights spent at the bar, the day Elliot proposed, the time when Olivia was in Sealveiw undercover and Elliot almost punched me in the face. The last one I could recall was the day before when Olivia asked me to help her find a wedding dress for after the twins were born. I thought sadly about how that was never going to happen, her wedding that was so carefully being prepared for was going to be thrown away as if it never was going to happen. I was horrified and knew that she was never going to be the same ever again.