Hey, so this is my first E/O story. I really hope you like it!

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OLIVIA

"OLIVIA! SHOOT HIM! NOW!" Elliot hollered at his partner. He would have done it himself it wasn't for the fact that he was being held at gunpoint by the one and only Victor Gitano.

I maintained my position. "Gitano, put the gun down and we can all walk out of here alive. If not, you know what will happen."

"Oh, Olivia. I promise that if you kill me, your partner is going down with me."

I shuddered at the thought of Elliot laying there in a pool of his own blood on the warehouse floor. I couldn't do it. I couldn't shoot. I loved Elliot my partner AND I was ALSO In love with Elliot, my best friend. I wasn't going to be single handedly responsible for my partners' death. I knew that I couldn't live without him. I could feel the tears clouding my vision and as I tried to blink them away I couldn't help letting them escape.

Elliot sighed. She needed to shoot him now! He didn't care if it cost him his life, but he needed this bastard to pay for what he did!

"Don't make me shoot you Gitano!" Tears were now cascading down my face. "Please" I whispered inaudibly.

"Just do it Liv" Elliot mouthed.

I was about to shake my head to refuse his request when suddenly a shot rang out and there in front of me was both the most beautiful sight and the most horrific sight I had ever seen. Elliot was standing there at bit bruised and shaken up, but otherwise fine. And there was Gitano, crumpled on the floor laying in a pool of his own blood. I could feel myself backing away from the scene. When I felt the hard cement wall make contact with my back I merely slid down the wall, letting my gun clatter to the floor. I curled into a little ball and held my head in my hands. Elliot! MY ELLIOT! Had almost been killed! The mere thought of it overwhelmed my senses and sobs began to wrack my entire body. I was so upset that I hadn't heard anyone approach me and as I lifted my head up my heart skipped a beat. Elliot was crouched down in front of me, a fire blazing in his breathtaking blue eyes. "Elliot!" I sobbed, as I grabbed him and pulled him down to sit beside me. I buried my head in his chest and inhaled his wonderful scent. "I'm sorry El."

He shifted slightly and brought his hand to the small of my back. "It's okay Liv." He whispered into my hair, placing a kiss on my head. "It's okay."

I sat there, cuddled up to him for what seemed like forever before he helped me rise to my feet. He wrapped his arm around me, protectively and led me away from the horrific scene. "I'm sorry El, I'm sorry." I couldn't speak; only repeat those words over and over again.

Elliot held me closer and as my eyes adjusted to the bright light I could see nearly fifty people smiling at the two of us as we emerged from the warehouse. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment and I buried my face in Elliot's chest.

He gently removed his arm from my shoulder, I quickly shut my eyes and I whimpered, wanting him to wrap his arms around me and tell me everything was going to be all right. "Hey, Liv, I'm right here, I just need to unlock the door of the cruiser." Moments later I could hear the back door of the cruiser open and I stepped forward and slid into the back seat. Elliot was about to shut the door when I whimpered again. He studied my face. Without a word he understood what it was that I wanted and he slid into the back seat next to me pulling me into a warm embrace. (I don't remember the last time that Elliot had held me like this. Sure we brushed hands here and there and we had the occasional hug, but this was something different. Something entirely different. This hug was both one of care and concern, but mostly one of pure unadulterated love. I could feel the longing for him that I had hidden so well for so many years radiating throughout my entire body. It took all that I had not to kiss him right then and there.) He held me close the entire way back to the precinct and held my hand when we had to give our statements. I refused to be any more than an arm's length from him for the rest of the day.

Finally Elliot and I stepped out into the cold December night. We exchanged a glance and of course, good old Elliot read my mind. There was no way in hell I was letting him out of my sight tonight. He nodded and silently grabbed my hand, leading me to his car.

As Elliot opened the door to his apartment I relaxed a bit. I was safe here. With all the locks around here, Elliot and TWO guns I knew that I was safe. I sat down on his couch and waited for him to come over to me with the scotch bottle and two shot glasses. Once he settled down next to me he spoke.

"If that sniper hadn't beaten you to it, I know you would've taken that shot Olivia." I was shocked. How could he think I would do that. For the second time that day I could feel the tears beginning to fall once again.

"No, I wouldn't have. Did you really expect me to? Did you really expect me to cause your death? What about your kids? I questioned.

"I don't know, I just couldn't get that boy out of my head." He sighed

"WHAT ABOUT ME?" My voice cracked and the tears began to fall freely." Like you said, you're the longest relationship I've ever had with a man." I cried. I needed him. I was dead without him.

"I saved my partner and a boy died. We both chose each other over the job. I won't let that happen again otherwise we can't be partners." My heart shattered. I didn't want anyone to have to die, I just wanted him to choose me. ME. I wanted to be more important to him than this job. I couldn't lose him.

"I can't believe you're saying that." I whimpered. Trying desperately to control my tears.

"You and this job are about the only things I've got anymore. I don't want to wreck that. I couldn't take it."

"I don't want to have to choose. If I put you first I risk my job, but if I put my job first I risk losing you."

I couldn't listen to him anymore. All that I knew was that I needed him. Every part of my body ached for him. I jumped from the couch and raced into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I leaned against the door taking in huge gulps of air, trying to control my breathing. I slid down onto the floor and all of those pent up emotions I had had pertaining to Elliot and I came pouring out. I cried for what seemed like hours, all the while I could hear Elliot's deep breaths from the other side of the door, waiting patiently for me to emerge from the bathroom.

My eyes finally ran dry and I pulled myself up from the floor and walked over to the mirror and gasped in horror at my appearance. My makeup was so smudged that there was nothing I could do to fix it, and my eyes were bloodshot and puffy. I quickly washed the makeup off my face and dried it before walking over to the door, putting on a brave face as I opened it. Elliot, who had been resting his head in his hands jumped from his seat and slowly approached me.

"Liv?" I nodded. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I care about you." He went to hug me, but I flinched away. "Liv? Talk to me. What is wrong? I don't understand."

"THAT'S JUST IT ELLIOT! YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND!"

"What is it that I'm supposed to be understanding? Help me to understand whatever it is Liv. Help me understand."

I looked away from him.

"LIv, what is it?"

"NOTHING!" I didn't really mean to snap at him, it just kind of came out that way.

"Liv…" his voice softened

"EVERYTHING!"

"Olivia, look at me." He cooed

"WHAT!" I screamed

"You've got to stop this! You've got to stop with this whole hot and cold thing! One minute you're clinging on to me for dear life and then the next you're standing here shrieking at me!"

"YOU KNOW WHAT ELLIOT? FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU! IF I EVER HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN IT WILL BE TOO FUCKING SOON!"