Love and Danger
A/n- IT'S SUMMER! Enough said on that topic. Another thing, Christina Grimmie passed away this weekend. For those of you who don't know her, look he up on youtube. She was such an incredible person who died far too soon. She was such a big inspiration to me, and I have had a hard time accepting it. I guess I am still in shock. So this chapter is in memory of her. This chapter will be VERY short but I swear I will update soon.
Chapter 20
Olivia hit the ground with a hard thud, pain shooting through her body. She could feel small, flaming items falling on her skin, burning her. She grunted when a large piece of hot metal landing on her stomach. She tried to push it off of her, but she simply could not force herself to move. Olivia felt exhaustion coursing through her body, and could not help but close her eyes.
She could hear the sirens blaring and doors opening. She knew Elliot would have heard the explosion, but she couldn't seem to open her eyes or move in anyway. Suddenly she could feel hands on her. She momentarily panicked, fearing it was Richard White. She forced herself to remain as still as possible. Then she heard the sound of angels. Elliot's voice talking to her, begging her to open her eyes.
"Olivia? Olivia, can you hear me? Open your eyes sweetheart." A pause. "Can you squeeze my hand?" Another pause. Voices became more distant. "She isn't opening her eyes." Elliot must be talking to Fin. Fingers pressed against her neck. "Her pulse is strong." Then silence.
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When Olivia woke up, her memory was hazy. She looked around to see what she assumed was a hospital room, and Elliot sleeping peacefully in the chair beside her. She smiled at his face, knowing he fell asleep full of concern and that would make him wake up cranky. Olivia tried to sit up, but gasped, feeling a painful burn on her stomach. She looked over at Elliot and saw him still sleeping. She tried again to sit up and succeeded. She slowly swung her feet over the side of the bed and slowly stood up. She cried out in pain and felt her knees buckle. Before she hit the floor, a strong pair of arms wrapped around her. She looked over her shoulder to see Elliot frowning down at her.
"Where do you think you were going?" he asked. His voice filled with worry.
"I'm fine. Just a little sore."
"I would suppose you would be. You're covered in burns and cuts. The doctor said you were lucky everything was minor."
Olivia looked at Elliot. She could see the fear and concern in his eyes, and instantly knew he was blaming himself. She put her hand on his cheek and waited to speak until he looked into her eyes. "It is NOT your fault Elliot. Whoever made our car blow up is to blame."
"About that, we think there is another person involved."
"How? Harris is dead? I saw his body in the morgue." Olivia said, panicking slightly.
"I know baby. I know. It is someone else. And until we find out who, you are not leaving my side. If i go back into the building, so do you. We unlock our car from inside the building. You and I will be spending a lot of time together."
"I wouldn't want it any other way." she said, before leaning in for a kiss. When they pulled apart, they rested their foreheads together.
"Marry me." Elliot whispered.