A/N: I don't own any of the familiar characters. I may or may not be able to include original ones, we'll have to see.
I'm a bit of a sucker for Tuckson-no offense to EO/Bensler (I love them!) It's just that I feel the writers did Tucker's character dirty with how his and Liv's story was written, especially on how it ended.
This story is more of an AU. A few lines from the canon may be mentioned.
TW: There could be mention of violence through out the story.
Ed was sitting in his home office, full of confidence about what he was about to do. He opened the top drawer, and as his hand reached inside and touched the cold metal, his mind raced back to his last conversation with Olivia.
"What I wish I had and what I wish we had, is more time". That's the last thing she said to him, and he could see how it was breaking her, sensing a hint of regret in her voice. Her beautiful brown eyes, which had captivated him in more ways than one, glistened with tears. For what he had decided to do, this was the last thing he wanted her to feel. He didn't want to be remembered this way. Most of all, he didn't want her to feel pain or regret. He didn't want her to be haunted by the 'what ifs.' He shook his head. "It's okay. We'll always have Paris" he said and smiled at her. That earned a smile from her, too. "You know, I've always wanted to say that." He meant it. They would always have that precious memory of the three of them, and he hoped she would always remember that about him. Olivia nodded, reached out to him, and hugged him tightly.
He was holding his old .38. He looked at his desk. The letter for his current wife, Pam, lay on top of the other documents he had his lawyer update—his will, his benefits, and his pension. Everything was set. In his heart, he knew this was what he wanted, the right thing to do. But his thoughts wandered back to Olivia, to that last embrace.
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, near her shoulder. The familiarity of her scent hit him with fondness, and the warmth of her body was comforting. Taking a deep breath, he let her go—once again, he needed to let her go. He stepped back and looked into her eyes, smiling at her. He hoped this was how she would remember him. He held both of her hands, so many things he wanted to say, so many words unsaid. He wanted to wipe the tears from her eyes, to say those three words he always failed to say. But he knew he shouldn't—especially not now, knowing it would only devastate her later on. Still, he couldn't bring himself to say goodbye. He just wished she could see it all in his eyes: his love for her, and how much she meant to him. After a beat, he let go of her hands and, once again, walked away from her.
Ed holds the gun to his head, he knows that the stories about seeing a flashback before you die are true. As he closed his eyes he wondered what lifetime it would be this time, but he knew—he knew the last face he would see, with that thought, a smile crossed his lips and pulled the trigger.
As he drew his last breath, he was finally able to say, "I love you."