Author's note -

Unlike NettieC, I have had no trouble with logging in and the reason for my delay is that I am simply exceedingly lazy and bored.

And when I'm bored my writing becomes crap drabble which turns into a heap of shit that you end up reading and going 'this is a heap of shit'.

So I decided to give it a little while until my brain became un-bored.

Anyway, this is my un-heap-of-shitish, un-bored writing which I think is okay.

The mood takes a bit of a turn about halway through but that's only because I wrote each part at a different time and my 'mojo' was all differenty-like.

Disclaimer: I have so much crap under my bed that I no longer feel the immediate need to rid myself of it because it might be living and disrupting content things usually makes them un-content and rather pissy...but, I will gladly trade the lot of it for even just Olivia's left pinkie toe and Elliot's right earlobe...No? Okay, I guess I don't own any of the characters you recognise then. Gosh!!

...I just realised that is a pretty long disclaimer.



The bullet ripped through her body again and again and again. She felt it hitting every single nerve in her body and the pain was incredible.

Olivia groaned pitifully as another wave of agony tore through her.

"Liv? Liv, honey?" Elliot was gripping her hand as the doctor pulled her stitches together.

Olivia let out a scream as the tender flesh was pulled together. It broke Elliot's heart.

"Shhhh…shhh, Honey. It's almost over." Elliot whispered and kissed her knuckles.

"Urgh…" Olivia groaned through her gritted teeth as she writhed on the bed.

"Hold her still or she'll rip them again and we'll need to start over." The doctor told him as Simon turned back to face the wall – he wasn't good with this kind of thing.

"Livvy, Liv, focus on my voice." Elliot whispered as he held her shoulders in place.

"It hurts." Olivia ground out, scrunching her eyes against the obvious agony as if it they would shield her from the pain or at least some of it.

"I know. I know, honey." Elliot murmured as he smoothed back some of her hair.

"Alright – we're done." The doctor smiled and admired her work of black thread and antisepticised flesh.

"You're done Liv." Elliot smiled sadly.

"Thank you doctor…?" Simon began.

"Alexis Madden." Alexis smiled.

"Thank you Doctor Madden."

Alexis nodded, "Not a problem. Now Olivia, what's the pain like out of ten?"

"It hurts." Olivia moaned again.

"I know it does Olivia, but you need to tell me how much." Alexis tells her slowly.

"E-Eleven." Olivia gritted out between her teeth before gasping as her skin broke out in goose bumps, pulling her skin the slightest bit.

"Okay. I'll be back in a moment." Alexis crossed the room somewhere to the left of Olivia's bed.

Olivia groaned again, pressing her head back against the pillows.

"Shhhh…" Elliot whispered as he placed a hand gently on each side of her face.

Olivia's eyes fluttered open momentarily before scrunching closed as another wave of pain crashed over her body.

"Shhhh…it's ok, you're okay Liv." Elliot ran his thumb across her cheekbone before dropping his fingers to run along her jaw.

"Here this should make the pain dull almost instantly." Alexis told the room in general, as she hooked up a bag of morphine to Olivia's drip, along with the bag of antibiotics that were already there, "She should be pretty out of it but she won't be in pain. I'll be back later when I do my rounds." The clipping of Alexis' heels disappeared out the door and down the hallway.

Elliot watched as Olivia's eyelids relaxed after all of two seconds as well as the grip she subconsciously had on sheets, loosen substantially. Only ten seconds later she looked up at Elliot with big doe eyes and cracked a smile.

"What?" Elliot found he was smiling in spite of himself.

"I'm sorry." Olivia sighed.

Elliot furrowed his brow, "Why?"

"Because I got shot." Olivia rolled her head to look at Simon.

"Hi Simon!" Olivia grinned.

"I don't know you that well and now you're high. What kind of example are you setting for you're little brother?" Simon grinned as well.

Olivia's smile widened.

She rolled her head back to look at Elliot who was now sitting on the edge of her bed, looking down at her.

"You have really pretty eyes." She hummed.

Elliot laughed, "So do you Liv."

"I like you." Olivia closed her eyes.

Elliot paused for a moment before replying, "I like you too Liv."

Olivia's eyes opened slowly, "No, I mean I really like you but I can't because Don will get angry and then I won't have a job and I'll end up old with lots of cats and…what was I talking about?" Olivia's brow furrowed.

"Something about Don getting angry." Elliot reminded her.

"Oh yeah, well he'd be angry because I'm not meant to like you because IAB sucks and…" Olivia trailed off, losing her train of thought.

"I'm so tired." She closed her eyes once again, falling asleep almost immediately.

"She is so high." Simon grinned.

"Oh yeah." Elliot nodded in agreement.


Hours passed.

Hours which break down into minutes.

Minutes which break down into seconds.

He counts them.

One, two, three, four.

He's counted those same four numbers at least 184 times.

184 repeats.

Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.

They swirl around his head and it's the only thing stopping him from thinking about that bullet.

That single shot that could have taken not only hers, but his life as well.

Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two.

Sleep sounded good.

Because the seconds and minutes and hours and time itself ha blurred and it no longer existed.

Forty-three, twenty-eight, nine, fifty-four.

Really, time had stopped existing when the bullet had penetrated the air, sliding out of the barrel and through the air, through the air and into her, into her flesh.

Time had stopped when blood, her blood, had spattered across the white walls of the disheveled house which contained a secret.

A secret which a bullet tried to protect.

Time had stopped when her blood was on him, covering his shirt and his hands.

His hands.

It was everywhere, staining them. Forever present even when the presumed last of it had washed down the ominous drain of what was no longer wanted.

It wasn't right.

He wanted it.

He wanted it, he wanted her blood; he wanted it to be sealed back within her, pumping through her veins, through her heart, not through the pipes of Manhattan. Not through those dirty pipes, her blood wasn't meant for grit it was meant to keep a warmth crawling under her skin.

Not through those dirty pipes.

Seconds passed.

Seconds which stretched into minutes.

Minutes which stretched into hours.

Hours which stretched time itself until it wrapped them into a world of their own where time no longer existed and they had forever just to sleep and rest, knowing all he needed was to be in her company.

See, it changes loads.

Oh well.

It's meant to be summer but instead it's all cold and gross outside. The nights are meant to be warm but currently, I wouldn't go outside even in a tracksuit, so...I think you should take pitty on me and review because I need something warm and fuzzy to keep my blood circulating...even!!

Urgh - I'm about to take some panadol now and eat some cheese on toast and if I'm really bothered I might even start typing the next chapter of "The Confessions Of A Broken Heart". Part of it is hand written but I might type some of it up...if I feel like it.




P.S. I did actually finish this last night but fanfiction is being gay and wouldn't let me update...and I'm not bothered to go through and edit my author's yeah.