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Fin’s face is the first thing she sees. Accompanied by the beeps of hospital monitors, the IVs that were stuck in her arm weighed her down. They would’ve had to knock her out to get them there, after Lewis her file strictly had said no medication unless requested by her.
Slowly it comes back, that Fin’s face was the last thing she had seen in the ambulance. She had made it through his pleas for her to stay awake, through Muncy’s terrified and pale face, and Noah’s screams (it’s a wonder Velasco didn’t go deaf).
And now it’s all rushing back.
“Liv, need you to wake up for me,” Fin urged, throwing his radio on the ground to juggle his phone, an angry McGrath yelling over it, “no, Chief. There’s no point in you coming to the scene. Tryna get her to Mercy now.”
“Not Mercy,” Olivia managed to cough out, “literally anywhere but Mercy.”
“Scratch that, Chief,” Fin yelled, “Bellevue.” A pause, and then, “1PP can sit their asses down, they ain’t gettin’ anything from her. Duarte is handling the case, only he and Benson’s squad are allowed to talk to her. Muncy!”
That poor girl’s face was as white as a ghost.
“Need you to keep pressure on where they got her,” Fin told the young detective, taking his jacket off and throwing it at her, “keep her awake, gotta go get them to change the route to Bellevue.”
“Got it, Sarge,” Grace replied.
“Oh, and, there’s a twelve year old counting on us,” he added, pointing over to where Noah was currently sobbing, Velasco trying his best to keep him from looking, “and if she lives or not.” She nodded, taking Fin’s jacket and pressing it to where her wound currently laid. Trying her best to not hurt Olivia more, she gave slight pressure, but jumped when she heard a moan out of her Captain.
“Shit, Captain,” she said, “I’m sorry.”
“No, Muncy,” Olivia groaned, “it helps. Means you’re doing it right.”
“You’re gonna be okay,”
“Where’s Noah?” she asked.
“With Velasco,” Grace told her, “scared as fuck but he’s with him.”
“Just like you,” she replied, motioning for her detective to put more pressure on the stab wound.
“What?”
“Scared as fuck,” Olivia said, “you’re paler than I probably am right now.” She just watched the girl’s face, how she refused for a tear to fall. “Muncy, do me a favor.”
“Anything,”
“Call Elliot,”
“Muncy!” Fin called, “paramedics are gettin’ her. I’m riding, get Velasco and Noah and meet us at Bellevue.”
“Wait, Sarge,” Grace yelled, watching as they loaded Olivia into the ambulance, “she said something. Told me to call Elliot. I’m hoping you know who-”
“I do,” he replied, “go, I’ll call him on the way. Call Carisi and Amanda on the way too!” He yelled, receiving a thumbs up in response.
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“Fin,” Olivia said, immediately regretting speaking, her voice dry and hoarse. But, after her call of his name, he jumped in his chair, relief flooding through his body.
“Liv,” Fin said, “IAB is out there, Duarte is trying to tell them to go fuck themselves.”
“Of course,” she replied, “what’s the damage? Think I passed out in the ambulance.”
“Liv, baby, you gotta stay awake,” Fin said, pushing the hair out of her face. Making every attempt to keep her lucid.
“Sergeant, you gotta keep her eyes open,” one of the paramedics had said.
“I’m tryin’,” he replied, “Liv, talk to me. ‘Bout anything. Talk to me about Noah, about what hurts. Anything you need to keep those eyes open.”
“Everything hurts, Fin,” she had managed to say, “like a motherfucker. Shoot my arm with morphine, I don’t care anymore.”
“But-”
“I don’t care, Fin,” Olivia said, “worst thing that can happen is I see Lewis standing over me, and right now, I’d deal with that to get rid of this pain.” Fin watched as her eyes slipped closed again, the monitors in the ambulance beeping out of control.
“What’s that?” Fin asked in a panic.
“Wake her,” the paramedic said.
“Liv!,” Fin yelled, running his bloody hands through her hair, “c’mon Liv. Wake up for me.”
“That’s it, she’s coming back,”
“Just like that, babygirl,” Fin smiled, fading when Olivia had painfully lifted her arm to smack him in the chest.
“Don’t call me that,” she said.
“Elliot can,” he replied, looking at her shocked expression, “you musta butt dialed me when you two were in the middle of a makeout session last week.”
“Oh my god,” Olivia groaned, half in pain and half in shock.
“This what I gotta talk about to keep you awake?” Fin asked, “I ain’t gonna tell anyone, not my business. But I called him.” She threw her head back as she reached for Fin’s hand, feeling the morphine kicking in finally.
“Thank you,”
“You were in and out on the way in here,” Fin told her, “two bruised ribs on your left, pretty bad black eye and a gash right under the bruised ribs.” He paused, “Your ankle gun saved your life.”
“They live?” Olivia asked, “the ones I shot.”
“Critical condition, but they’ll probably make it just to be arrested,”
“God, I wasn’t even aiming,” she said.
“You did good, kid,” Fin told her, “lotta people that wanna see you.”
“Elliot,” she whispered, and Fin nodded.
“Think him and Noah were out there having a pacing contest,” he told her, “want me to let him in?”
“Yeah,” Olivia said. What she wasn’t prepared for though was that Elliot was literally outside her door, not even in the waiting room. Fin opened the door and he nearly pushed her Sergeant out of the way to get to her, letting a breath out like he hadn’t breathed since he got the call.
“Liv,” he said, grabbing her hand and landing his other hand on her face, as if he needed to know that she wasn’t a ghost, “Jesus Christ.” he said, trailing his thumb over her wounded eye, “tell me they’re dead, that dumbass gang Captain out there wouldn’t tell me anything.”
“Mercy prison ward,” she told him, “had a gun strapped to my ankle. Shot them.”
“Good,” Elliot said, “if not I would’ve.” She watched as his worried face didn’t change. Like he needed something more.
“Hey, El,” she said, “c’mere.” She pulled his head onto her shoulder, feeling him breathe against her skin. Really, truly, deeply, breathe.
“Noah’s had a night,” Elliot said, breaking their silence, “he wants to see you. So bad.”
“I know,” she replied, “I can’t get the way he screamed out of my head.”
“He’s gonna kill me when he finds out I saw you first,”
“He’ll live,” Elliot pulled his head back to look at her.
“Whole crew is out there to see you, Liv,” he said.
“Really?” Olivia asked.
“Everyone,” he told her, “Amanda and Carisi, those two new detectives of yours, Velasco and Muncy? Barba, Cragen..”
“Cragen?”
“I called him,” Fin stepped in, “figured he needed to see his daughter.” Olivia laughed, taking a deep breath.
“Send in my squad,” she said, “and Noah.” Fin stepped out of the room, giving time for Elliot to step away from Olivia before Noah came barreling in.
“Mom!” he yelled, crashing into the hospital bed in an attempt to hug his mom in any way that he could, without hurting her. All she could think about was how he had screamed for her after she fired her gun.
“Mom!” he screamed, letting his foot off the curb to run over to Olivia, but she stopped him.
“Noah,” she said, rolling over to look at him, “go inside, call Uncle Fin.”
“But,” he said, trying to get her to let him get closer.
“No,” she yelled, “inside, call Uncle Fin, he’ll radio it in.”
“Hey, baby,” she said, “I’m okay.”
“I was so scared,” Noah told her.
“I know,” Olivia said, “I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was scared too.”
“That you were gonna die?” Damn curious twelve year olds.
“Yeah, but guess what?” she replied, “lucky for you, I didn’t.” She looked past him to her two detectives. “Velasco, thank you,” she said, “for keeping him safe.”
“Earned a few new bruises, but it was worth it,” he replied. Olivia watched as Muncy had her head down, hiding behind him.
“Muncy,” she called, getting her attention as she looked up and made herself more visible, “come here.” The young detective did, walking to her Captain, where she was pulled into as much of a hug as she could be.
“You did good,” Olivia whispered, hearing a sniffle come out of the girl.
“I was so fucking scared,” Grace replied, “never had anyone that close to me be stabbed before.”
“I’m okay,” Olivia said, letting her go from her half-embrace, “let the others in, make it a party.”
And it was, as Carisi chased Amanda in, who went immediately to Olivia. Barba smiled as a relief of her being alive, helping the trust they were trying to restore. And Cragen, in a fatherly sense, took her hand as he said that ‘This is where you request retirement papers’.
This was her family.
And she was okay.
And as she glanced at Elliot, she knew she was more than okay.