Fits into the Random Acts universe. Blythe is almost one. I think that's all you need to you. The Barson Babes always give me good ideas. Kat and Garland are in this story and Carisi is still a detective.
Assistant District Attorney Rafael Barba was packing up his briefcase after a busy day in the courtroom. Taking a wealthy police captain who was married to an candidate for the New York senate to court on cases of rape and child prostitution was a burdensome task. John Buchanan wouldn't let up today either.
"Hey handsome, you did great today." Olivia said as she put a hand on her husband Rafael's shoulder. "How are you?"
"I'm getting a stress headache or something but I'm good. I'm looking forward to spending the rest of our evening playing with our kids. Our baby Blythe isn't so little anymore. I can't believe she's almost one. I mean yesterday she was pulling up on her toy box and threw every toy in there all over the living room and tried to throw her glasses on the floor at dinner." He replied.
"Well it's spaghetti night so I'll make dinner and maybe tonight after Noah and Blythe go to bed, I'll give you a nice massage." Olivia said as the two walk out of the courtroom together.
"Well I like that idea Captain." He replied.
"Well let's go home Couselor. Noah has dance lessons today so we have to pick up Blythe." Olivia said as she took Rafael hand as they were looking out on the courthouse steps.
Rafael felt like something was strange. The case he was working on was strange (and giving him a migraine). Olivia was talking to him about their family and keeping work off of his mind. Suddenly, felt the urge to step in front of Olivia after spotting what looked a sniper's nest.
"Liv get down!" He said as the first bullet rang through the air and missed Olivia by inches.
A second shot rang out as Rafael was shifting his body to cover his wife. In his mind he'd gladly take a bullet for her, little did he know he'd actually be doing it at this very moment. People were panicking as other police officers we're trying to control the scene. Olivia looked at her shirt and blazer and noticed the blood splatter on it. She didn't feel anything wrong.
"Rafa? Are you okay?" She asked.
"Liv... I..." her husband replied as he began to sputter and fall to his knees. Olivia put a hand to Rafael's back to catch him and felt something warm and sticky on her hands.
"Rafael, oh god Rafael. You've been shot. Someone call a bus!" Olivia shouted. "You're gonna be okay. You're going to be okay. Stay with me. You've fought so hard to stay with me, you have to now."
Olivia hadn't had this sort of panic since she had found Rafael brutally beaten in his apartment two years ago. He was drifting in and out of consciousness trying to talk and losing too much blood. He wasn't going to die like that. He had fought so hard to live and wanted to watch hid children grow up and be squabbling at eighty-five with Olivia. The next thought on her mind was call her mother in law to make sure she was safe and Blythe and Noah were safe somewhere. Olivia was so shaken up, she couldn't seem to look for her phone. She was in the moment holding onto her husband as he was holding onto life.
The next five minutes was like a blur. The ambulance arrived shortly after. Olivia was watching the ambulance caretakers try to stop Rafael's bleeding. Olivia was looking down at her bloody blazer and shirt. She couldn't say anything and didn't have the words to say. All Olivia could think about Rafael being okay. He was looking forward to plans for Blythe's Lucille's first birthday.
Before she realized it, they arrived at the hospital. Olivia was holding onto Rafael's suspenders, cuff links and his wedding ring. Those cuff links were special and almost lucky to Rafael since Olivia has gotten them as a wedding gift to him. Noah had gotten his father for his birthday. Rafael had gotten theirs wedding rings engraved a surprise right before their wedding. She looked carefully at the date and "Olivia and Rafael" engraved on the inside. She wasn't as sentimental as Rafael was but there was something special about holding onto her husbands belongings that comforted her.
