Dislclaimer: They wouldn't take my five bucks, so I wrote this instead. I only own what I make up.

A/N: Ok, so this is a post Fault fic, since it was on like a week ago, I decided to write this. I hope you guys enjoy this. Just a little EO moment.

Olivia looked at her partner of seven years, studying his face. How could he ever think that she’d have taken that shot. She never would’ve. And she knew, deep down, that he would never have taken the shot if he were in her place. The silence between them was unbearable, so she chose to break it.

“Why did you come for me?” she asked. He looked up.

“What?”

“Why did you come for me instead of getting the boy?” she asked. She hoped for one answer. She hoped by asking this question, he would undoubtedly throw away everything and fling himself into her arms while confessing his love for her. Instead, he just looked at her and his eyes began to tear up.

“Don’t ask.” he muttered as he wiped his eyes.

“Elliot, it’s ok. You can tell me.” she rubbed his back gently and scooted closer. This is it, she thought. This is the moment I’ve been waiting seven years for.

“I couldn’t loose another partner that way.” he looked up at her. She gave him a puzzled look. That wasn’t the answer she was expecting.

“What? What do you mean?” she pulled her hand away and sat up.

“You wouldn’t understand.” Elliot shook his head and looked away.

“C’mon El, you can tell me.” she told him, curious about his answer.

“Her name was Sabrina Ryan. We went to school together. We even joined the police academy together. She was my best friend for over twenty years. She was my partner for nearly ten. I probably would‘ve married her if it wasn‘t for Kathy.” he stopped and buried his head in his hands.

“It’s ok El. Tell me what happened.” Olivia said.

Elliot began telling her every detail about the horrible day, just as he remembered it.

“Dammit! How did he get away?” Sabrina leaned against the wall as Elliot explained to her what had happened. Running her hand through her shoulder length auburn hair, she stared her partner in the eye.

“He took Mikayla and used her as a shield. Before anyone could get close enough to shoot, he was gone. There were too many people.” Elliot stood, close to his partner, as if to protect her from the hectic crowd. Penn Station was not the best place for cops to chase a baby rapist.

“Did you guys see where he went?” Sabrina asked in her thick New York accent. She glanced around, then stared at Elliot.

“We think he might still be…” Elliot never got to finish, because he was cut off by the sound of a gunshot. He looked over and saw the perp they were chasing, a man named Gary Lang, with a particularly large gun. The gun was pointed at one of their fellow detectives, while another was dead on the ground.

“You go around the long way! I’ll take him from behind.” Sabrina held the gun with both hands as she set off to take down the perp. Elliot nodded and went the long way around the crowd, so he could have his partner’s back.

As Elliot made his way through the crowd of frantic people, he was knocked to the ground. His gun went skidding across the floor. People screamed as he pushed his way through their feet, lunging to get the gun. Once he grabbed it and jumped to his feet, he pushed through the confused and running crowd. He reached his destination just in time to see it happen.

“FREEZE!” Sabrina had yelled, holding her gun with two hands, her arms locked straight. She stared at Lang as he turned at aimed the gun at her. The other detective took the opportunity to try and grab Lang, but before he could Lang turned and shot him. The Detective fell to the ground, dead like the last one.

“WHERE THE HELL IS MIKAYLA?” Sabrina yelled, not flinching when she watched her colleague die.

“You’ll never find her.” Lang sneered. He looked over briefly where Elliot stood, then back at Sabrina. “That your partner over there?”

“Shut up and give me the gun you son of a bitch.” Sabrina narrowed her eyes and kept the gun level with Lang’s chest.

“No.” Lang kept his gun level with Sabrina’s. Elliot stood, hidden slightly, with his gun pointed at Lang.

“HELP!” A scream came from a little ways behind Sabrina. Everyone looked, including Sabrina. It was Mikayla. She had just freed herself from a gag that was now resting loosely around her neck.

Lang took the opportunity to take his shot, shooting Sabrina right in the chest. With a shriek, she dropped the gun and hit the ground, her hand flying to the wound, trying to put pressure where the blood was pouring out. Lang had grabbed Sabrina’s gun and was trying to make a run for it with Mikayla.

“Get him!” some of the hidden officers yelled. Elliot and some of the others took off running after Lang.

“Elliot! Elliot help me! Elliot! HELP!” Sabrina screamed as Elliot dodged past her. He ignored her, his sole mission to get the girl away from her kidnapper.

Elliot ran up the stairs that went to the second level, his gun in hand. Before he could close to Lang, a sniper got him from behind, sending him to the ground. Elliot rushed over and grabbed the sobbing seven year old girl. He picked her up and stroked her bushy brown hair.

“Shhh, it’s ok.” he whispered softly to the girl. He carried Mikayla down to the first level and handed her to the medics.

“Elliot…” he heard his name. Turning around, he saw Sabrina laying against the wall, her hand and shirt soaked with blood.

“Sabrina!” he ran over to her and picked her up in his arms. “C’mon, Rina, keep your eyes open. Look at me. Talk to me. Do something!” he pleaded as he carried her over to the gurney. He set her down and the medics were there to assist her immediately.

“You can ride with her.” they told him. He crawled into the bus and rode with them to the hospital.

Four hours later, the doctor came out from the surgery and looked Elliot in the eye, a sad look in their eyes.

“What? What happened?” Elliot asked.

“She didn’t make it.” The doctor sighed. “We’re so sorry, Detective Stabler.”

“D-did it h-hit her heart? Or-or something else?” Elliot questioned, his eyes tearing up.

“She died from blood loss. She probably could’ve made it, if someone had helped her right away.” the doctor said as he turned and left Elliot alone.

“I could’ve saved her, if I had just went after her.” Elliot buried his head in his hands again. He got too emotional every time he thought of this.

“Oh El, I’m so sorry. It must’ve been horrible loosing your closest friend.” Olivia rubbed his back with one hand gently.

“I thought she could take care of herself. I trusted her to be able to take care of herself.” he looked into Olivia’s eyes, red with tears from the story.

“El, I can take care of myself. You don’t have to worry about me.” Olivia said.

“That’s just it! She told me that every day! I always believed her! Always! That’s why I’m so protective of you, Livia.” he turned away from her. “I-I loved her. I loved Kathy and the kids, but I always loved her. Just like I…” he trailed off and looked back at Olivia. She just stared at him, her lips slightly parted.

“You what?” she asked.

“I love you.”

A/N: Tell me what you think! Love Butterz