A/N: I was going through my old notebooks from last year, and I found a one-shot that I had written after seeing the preview for “Solitary”, where all we saw was Elliot getting pushed off of a building :P
I figured I might as well type it up (:
Here we go, loves!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, ‘cause if I did, there’d be a little Bensler Baby running around Manhattan ;)
She was on a street. It was dark, so it must be night. She looks around, observing that she was probably in the Bronx, from the look of things. It had to be late, or very early, since there was no one at all on the streets.
A light breeze made her shiver, and her dark chestnut hair appeared to float. The full moon made her chocolate eyes seem to shine, finally giving justice to the liquid orbs that had seen so much over their lifetimes.
Then, everything was silent.
Perfectly still and silent.
A shout shattered the serenity, and echoed off of the surrounding buildings.
A gun shot.
Olivia’s heart stopped as a figure neared the edge of the building’s roof.
Suddenly, she knew.
Realization hit her like a freight train, fast, painful, and unforgiving.
It was Elliot.
He was on the very edge, perched precariously on the small ledge that separated him from the roof and open air.
She tried to scream a warning, but found that her throat had closed up, and was unresponsive. Instead, soundless tears ran freely down her face, as she watched the man she had loved for years fall, as if in slow motion, to his sure death.
He hit the ground on his back, spread eagle. It was a sickening thump, accompanied by a low groan on impact.
Once again, it was as it had been before.
Her brain finally kicked in, and ran - ran faster than she ever had in her life before - to his side. It felt like an eternity before she reached him, but in reality, it had been mere seconds before she had arrived at his fallen figure.
The cry was ripped from her throat, leaving it raw. “Oh god, El! No! Say something, please! Open your eyes!”
She swiftly, yet gently, placed his head in her lap, and began running her hands through his thinning hair.
Leaning over him, to try and feel his breath, there was nothing.
She knew he was gone.
If she had tried CPR, or even a defibrillator, it wouldn’t have saved him.
His body was broken.
She brushed her lips across his, gently and lovingly.
And so, the Broken Angel raised her eyes to the heavens and screamed out in agony, for she felt her very soul being ripped away from her.
A/N: Yeah, I know it’s emo, but I love it (: