Bensler Oneshots

Anything for You

She knows the moment he turns that he's gonna take a swing at her. She also knows that there's no time to move. She can't block him. She can't duck. He's gonna hit her.

The pain registers seconds later. Olivia's knocked down by the force of the blow, sees stars as her hand comes up to cover her face. Vaguely she recognizes that she needs to get up, she needs to defend herself, that he could hit her again, but her hip is killing her now, too. Thankfully, she hears the incensed yell of her detective followed by the thud of bodies hitting the ground in a tussle and decides to stay down.

"Liv?" Fin says, then, appearing at her side. "You alright?"

"Yeah," she says, finally uncovering her face as she leans up to look at him. Fin's eyes widen, and Olivia grimaces. "That bad, huh?"

"That's bruising fast."

The officers they called in for backup are eyeing her, and Velasco's hurrying toward them, suspect presumably put in the SUV, and he curses himself under his breath. "Damn, Cap, I'm sorry. I should've been faster. You're gonna have quite the shiner."

"It's not your fault, Velasco," Olivia assures him as he and Fin pull her to her feet.

"You think anything's broken?" Fin asks, scanning her face carefully.

"I don't know. Smarts, though," she says, giving him a wry smile.

'Smarts' isn't quite the word for it, though, the pain reverberating through her skull. She's not thirty anymore, bouncing back up to chase a suspect who thought he could take a swing at her and get away with it. She's not big on pain pills, not since Lewis, but the sharp ache is making her eager to get back to the house and dig the emergency painkillers from her desk.

Olivia's contemplates the fact that she's been hit in the face twice this year, and it's not even July yet. She hears Fin say something to Velasco. He tosses the keys to the SUV he drove to Velasco and climbs into the driver's seat of Olivia's instead. She follows after, pulling herself into the passenger seat with a pained 'umph' and leaning back against the headrest.

"How's it really feel?" Fin asks as soon as he pulls into the street.

Olivia laughs. "Hurts like hell."

"No hospital?"

"Painkillers, a nap, and when the swelling goes down, concealer outta cover it. I need to interrogate this guy."

"Liv, you should go to the hospital. If you won't do that, go home and rest."

"I know I can't take disclosures looking like this, but I'm not leaving in the middle of the day. I have a squad to run."

"What am I for?"

"Fin, it's not that. I just-"

"Gotta do your job, I know, but if you're in pain, you should take some time. God knows you've earned it. I know your hip's bothering you, too."

"I'll think about leaving early. I'm supposed to meet Elliot for dinner tonight anyway.

"Oooh."

"A friendly dinner like friends do, Sergeant."

Fin laughed. "'Cuz the two of you are just friends. Every time we work a case with OCCB, Stabler gazes at you like you're his sun, moon, and stars."

Olivia rolls her eye(s), used to Fin's teasing by now, but then, she gasps. "Oh, no. Elliot. If he hears through the rumor mill that a suspect punched me, he's gonna panic."

"Yeah, he's gonna tear across the city to get to you. Probably try to kick that dirtbag's ass, too."

"Damage control," Olivia mutters to herself, digging her phone out of her back pocket.