I'm really getting bad at SVU fics. I know everyone's probably thinking 'oh my god, another killinsert character name herefic'. It's not like that, you have to read to see what really happens in this fic.This person may or may not be dead. Hopefully no one flames me for writing this. Comments and advice are always welcome.

Disclaimer: 3 words: Don't own anything.

Olivia sat alone in a bar, drinking herself into oblivion, trying to forget her pain. A good friend of hers was killed recently right before her very eyes. The worst part about it was that there was nothing she could do to help this person. This person that she secretly, deep down inside, cared about. The pain of loss was too hard to handle.

Over and over the scene played in her head. The sudden braking of the car they were driving. Jumping out of the car to apprehend a suspect in their case. Olivia getting sidetracked by some of the man's friends. And the absolute worst part, seeing her friend being pushed over the edge into the water below, never surfacing to breathe.

Diving teams searched for hours, but to no avail. They gave up on the pretense that his body was most likely washed away by the current and could be anywhere by now. They said his body, meaning they thought he was dead. In their own words, it simply wasn't worth it.

Everyone in the SVU grieved for the loss of their colleague. A long time member of the force, first in Baltimore then in New York. The man they were after for the case was eventually caught, tried, and sent to prison for murder. It just didn't seem like a fair payback for their friend. Olivia, Fin, Elliot, Cragen – they were all saddened by this. Olivia the most because she was there, she saw what happened.

A funeral was held for him in the traditional Jewish fashion. The only difference was that there was no body to actually bury. Friends, family members, and fellow coworkers all attended, expressing their deepest regrets to the SVU squad. Hundreds of flowers were placed around the casket, but the one that really stood out was a single, long-stemmed white rose, put there by Olivia. To her, it was a symbol of their friendship, of the man's purity.

Olivia finished her drink and left the bar. She had work tomorrow, she couldn't show up drunk off her ass. Hailing a cab, she headed home to her apartment ready to face another night of nightmares, another night of hell.

As she got out of the cab, something caught her eye. Directly across the street from her stood a man who amazingly resembled the man who's funeral was earlier today. The alcohol must have been playing tricks on her mind. He just stood there, head down, black coat flapping in the breeze. Olivia rubbed her eyes, thinking she was just seeing things. When she went to look again, he was gone.

She would have stepped on it if she hadn't seen it in time. The alcohol was making her reaction time slower than usual. Slowly, as if not believing what she was seeing, she bent down to pick up this item that was left on her doorstep.

A single, long-stemmed white rose.

I'm not going to say anything else. It's up to you to decide if it's good or not. It's easy to figure out who actually 'died'.

- Silvarius