This is simply the introduction for a new E/O story I have in mind. (That is why it is so short.) If you like the idea of it, please tell me to continue. No response means I don't think anyone is interested, and I will abandon it. I promise I am working on my other stories although it appears I have forgotten about them. Updates will be posted shortly. Thank you for reading and reviewing. It means a lot.
I do not own the characters or Law and Order: SVU.
Introduction
It's dark.
The time is 8:26 pm.
The place is Manhattan, New York.
Specifically, the 16th precinct of the New York Police Department.
She's alone. She's always alone at this time. Anyone who knows her, knows she is married to her job. She doesn't have time for anything else in her life. She has no balance. Eat, sleep, work. Not necessarily in that order. Not necessarily at all. Sometimes work is the only option.
The man who is coming to visit her knows this. He knows of her work schedule, her work life. He knows that even if everyone has left, she will still be there, with the only light in the whole building radiating from her desk lamp and the only sound, her labored breathing.
He parks at the side of the road, which has not begun to calm down yet even for night.
The city never sleeps, and neither does she.
The sidewalk is free of crowds, creating an easy pathway to the door.
The ding of the elevator notifies him it is on the first floor shortly after he presses the button. No one else is around to create traffic. He isn't sure he'd be able to patiently wait if there was.
The doors close and reopen, allowing his exit at the arrival of the floor she is on.
She perks up, a sound traveling from outside her closed office door to her ears.
Listening carefully, no other sounds emanate. She furrows her brow, believing she is paranoid and never actually heard anything.
She dips her head back downward to the file she is reading.
She stands from behind her desk and walks over to her file cabinet to lock the files away. Before she shuts the door, she remembers she forgot to add a paper in the folder. She pulls it back out and reopens it.
She jumps, three knocks on the door startling her.
To her disadvantage, the blinds are shut on the window, so she can not see who is waiting to enter.
"Come in," she calls, instinctively placing her hand on the gun attached to her hip, for she is not expecting any visitors this late in the evening.
The door creaks open.
The man steps in.
Her breath is caught in her throat as soon as she sees who is standing in front of her.
Files and papers crash to the ground.
Her hands shakily reach up to cover her mouth, which had fallen open out of shock.
She becomes immobile, her body frozen, her mind spinning.
Oxygen is forgotten, and her lungs cry out.
He speaks.
She's nauseous.
Her eyelids flutter shut.
She falls.
It's dark.
(Insert theme song)