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AN: I think I'm going to make this the last chapter. Thank you for everybody who read and all the reviews! You guys are wonderful!

Olivia slept next to me in my bed again,though this time we laid holding each other rather than keeping to separate ends of the bed. She relaxed quickly in my arms as we laid awake just soaking in the other's presence. My arm rested around her stomach and hers on mine.

"Liv?" I asked but received no reply, she had already fallen asleep. I closed my eyes, thinking about what must be waiting for me in my future. Charlie, Olivia's son, had to be mine too. Right? If Liv and I were together and she had a son in the future than I had to have one too. Whatever it was I didn't want to think about it too much. I might jinx something.

Under me Olivia began to shake but stopped almost immediately. She began mumbling something I couldn't make out but a few words I was sure I heard correctly.

"I love you Peter." I couldn't help but let my satisfaction spill out on my face.

"I love you too, Liv." I closed my eyes to drift into a relaxed sleep.

Olivia's POV

I laid in my hospital bed, trying to forget the last few hours of my life. They hadn't been easy knowing what could have happened. I know it's part of the job offer but it still doesn't take away from the shock when it actually happens to you. I tried to reach over and get the book the nurse had placed on the bedside in case I wanted to read; but, when I reached over the pain in my shoulder and chest made me retreat back to my original position. I knew I shouldn't have gone down that alley but my suspect had ran down there and I needed to catch him. I didn't care about the warnings about gang activity, I had to catch my killer.

After a few minutes I heard my husband asking for my room.

"Where is she?" He begged.

"Room 122. Right down that hall." I could imagine the nurse who had given me medicine pointing Peter in the right direction. A few seconds later he appeared in my doorway.

"Olivia." He released when he saw I was awake and just laying under the blue hospital blanket.

"Hi." I whispered, slightly embarrassed. They'd probably told him what happened because he was beginning to look upset.

"What were you thinking? You could have been killed!" He questioned me. I could feel tears starting in my eyes.

"I don't know. He was running and I had to get him." I defended myself as my tears started to spill. Peter came over to sit next to me bed and placed his hand on mine,

"What exactly did they do to you?" He sounded hurt as he studied the bruises that spotted my body and the big bandages around my chest and shoulder.

"They beat me. All of them. Then they shot me twice, once in the shoulder and another in the chest. Then they left me. The doctors said they aimed for my heart but missed and somehow hit where there was the least amount of damage. They said another inch and I'd be dead." Peter shook his head as he ran his fingers though his hair.

"Livia." He sounded worried.

"I'm sorry Peter." He shook his head again and move closer to my bed.

"Don't, don't apologize to me. You didn't do anything wrong, just doing your job." I couldn't stop the tears that started to build in my eyes again.

"Peter." I cried. He placed his hand on my cheek, trying to calm me.

"Livy." He kicked off his shoes and climbed into the hospital bed with me. He carefully slid his arm under my neck and laid sideways next to me as he rubbed my arm. I tried to move closer which ended up being a stupid idea because it caused another immense amount of pain. I shuttered and released the tension I had been putting on my muscles and relaxed into him.

"Thanks for being here," I whispered, "I love you Peter." His eyes watched me as he let a small smile slip.

"I love you too, Liv."

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