A/N: Disney should cast me as a villain because what I just wrote is EVIL. Please enjoy my creation. It is short, but it has details.

UNFORTUNATELY, I DO NOT OWN LAW AND ORDER: SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT, LAW AND ORDER: ORGANIZED CRIME, OR ITS CHARACTERS.

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"She's crashing!"

A soft grunt escapes Olivia's lips. Taking all her strength, she opens her eyes and gasps for air. Suddenly able to feel everything, she moves her shaky hands to just under her breast where the most pain is. She feels warmth begin to spread through her hands. Lifting her hand into her line of vision, she sees red dripping off of her fingertips. Piecing the situation together she looks around the room from where she's lying. She remembers the desk, she remembers the door, the gun- and Elliot. As loudly as she can she screeches, "Elliot!" Using all her strength, she brings herself onto her elbows to scan the room.

His boots. She sees his boots, then the legs attached to them, then the pool of blood surrounding his torso. Flipping herself onto her stomach, Olivia combat crawls over to her partner. Taking the pressure off her own wound she transfers her hand onto his wound in the same spot. Rattling him back and forth she exclaims, "Wake up, Elliot. You have to wake up!"

Tears pour out of her eyes and down her cheeks, "You promised. You promised you would come back." Feeling tired she curls herself next to him, making sure to keep pressure on him. She whispers into his ear, "I should have told you."

Taking a deep breath, she can feel her eyelids drooping. Still able to talk, she continues, "I should have told you, Elliot. I should have told you that I love you." Nuzzling into the side of him she tries to warm herself, "I love you. I love you so much, that it hurts. Every time I see you smile, smell your expensive cologne or even think about you, I hurt."

Olivia tries her best to open her eyes and remain conscious, "I'm sorry I'm too late. I thought I had more time. I thought we had more time." Feeling herself lose the battle she lowers her volume, "I'm ready, Elliot… You have to live… I'm-" She begins to cough and choke up blood. Finishing her statement she whimpers, "I'm ready…"

As a breath escapes her lips, she jolts as she feels his chest rise. Giving her just enough energy and strength to stay awake she continues to talk. Olivia continues trying to persuade him that he needs to live, "You have children, you have grandchildren who need you, Elliot. Just-" With anxiety building she chokes up more blood, "Just squeeze my hand, or take a breath. Do something- say something- anything…"

Elliot can hear her pleads. He can hear her begging. He focuses all the strength he is using to stay alive, to move his fingertips. After moving his fingertips, he focuses on his wrist. Lifting it limply, he places it on top of her hand that rests on his wound. Olivia sharply breathes out and grins, "You're here…"

Squeezing gently, he takes his hand off of hers and moves it to her torso. Feeling her gasp for air as he runs his hand over the wound he lets out a breath, "Liv…"

Olivia shakes her head no, delicately, "El…" The lack of air pierces through her entire nervous system, "El…"

"Liv…" Elliot tries his best to apply pressure on her wound.

With a guttural grunt, Olivia begins to have flashes of chills pass through her body. Elliot tries his best to speak without losing consciousness due to the lack of oxygen flowing through him, "I… love…" He inhales deeply and continues, "Love you…" With no response, he applies more pressure hoping for a physical response, "Liv…" Nothing. No movement, no words, just silence. With his last big breath, he weeps, "Liv, please…"

From the tips of his fingers and toes, a debilitating pain radiates up his limbs. Thinking took too much energy from him. Only acting, he uses his strength to move his free hand to her hair that is tickling him. Lightly stroking her hair he begs, "Please stay…" Turning his head away from her bloodied face he looks at the ceiling hoping to catch a glimpse of the man he calls 'God.' Praying, he feels a tear escape the side of his eye, "Please… Please…" Feeling a gasp of air enter her lungs, Olivia shoots into an upright sitting position. Elliot speaks softly, "Liv…"

With the sudden ability to stand, she walks away from the warmth of his body and opens the door. A surge of paramedics and police enter the small office. Turning around, she kneels beside Elliot and cups his face. A smile grows on her face and tears fall off her luscious eyelashes. Lost in each other's eyes, Olivia dips her head down to meet his. Resting her forehead against his she says, "For better or for worse…"

With a wide grin, Elliot whispers back, "For better or for worse." Olivia feels a tug on the back of her shirt. Ignoring the tug, she goes to lean in further to Elliot. Abruptly she is torn away from him and thrown back.

Black. All she sees is black. With no thoughts, no worries. Just peace.

"She's back. We got her back. Close her up and get her to the ICU, stat."

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A/N: Surprise! It was her dream under anesthesia as she was dying in surgery. I'm the literal devil.