"Son of a bitch. C'mon John."

"Where are we goin'?"

"Thorton's apartment."

"He'll be gone by the time we get there."

"Not if we drive fast."

He hadn't really believed her, but had gone anyway, knowing that she would go alone if he didn't get in that car with her. He couldn't help but remember the last time she had gone alone. The pain she had gone through over that case...he couldn't let her do that again. Not that he really thought she would, but he wanted to make sure. He wanted to be there for her.

"Thorton! This is Detective Benson. Open up!"

"He's probably not even home."

"He better be, for his sake. Thorton!"

"Bust the door."

"Damn it! He's gone."

They had run after him, or rather, she had run while he jogged. Later, he was reminded of the time they were chasing a guy named Krieger and the van he stepped into blew up, almost taking Jeffries with it. They both had their guns pulled, not wanting to take any chances. Thorton had run around a corner and when Olivia turned the corner, he shot her. He had resumed running then, after a short delay to look at his handiwork.

"Olivia!"

"He's getting away...get him."

"It's okay, Liv. He's down."

"Is he alive?"

"I'm more worried about you than him."

When he heard that gunshot, he started running. Running like he hadn't since...he couldn't remember when. Predictably, Thorton had forgotten about him and only started jogging away. He had shot Thorton in the back before he could go far. Then, he had knelt at her side, knelt there and held her, tried to stop the bleeding. The blood was all over his hands, staining her shirt. Her shirt was the least of his worries.

"I need a bus!"

"John..."

"Officer down! I need a fricken bus!"

"John..."

"I need back-up."

"John..."

"I need a bus!"

He wanted to listen to her, he really did, but she needed a bus. She needed a bus and he needed back-up. Simple as that. He left Thorton where he lay in the street. There was time for him later. After she was okay. After he was sure she was being taken care of. He knew Thorton was either dead or close to, having shot him in the back, near his heart. He was glad for it too. Damn glad.

"The bus is coming, Liv. Hear the sirens? And here comes Elliot and Fin, too."

"What happened?"

"He shot her, Elliot. What does it look like?"

"He's dead."

"Good."

"IAB's coming."

"Let them."

He hadn't cared about IAB. Hadn't cared except for that they had to take his statement and kept him from her. He wanted to be at the hospital, but they kept him in some small room, asking him questions like he was the suspect. He had almost yelled at them. Another question, another dumb ass question and he would have yelled. Why were they asking him these questions when he had done it because Thorton had shot her? That was enough reason to, wasn't it?

"How is she?"

"She's going to be okay, the doctors said."

"Good."

"How about you?"

"I'll be fine, Fin."

Fin had kept his comments to himself, as had Elliot and the Captain. It wasn't a time to argue why he was more upset about it than Elliot. More upset than Cragen or Fin. They knew, though they left him to himself. They let him go sit with her alone. If it had been Elliot, they all would have done the same, he knew. The fact was unspoken between the men, but they understood. They understood and that was all that really mattered.

"I want to dance, Liv. Please...come back...I love you."

That and the fact she was going to be okay. She was going to be okay.