"Do you like being a cop?"

"I love it, when he doesn't suck, sir"

Edward Conlon, Blue Blood

Chapter 1

He types the last word of his report, reads it again. He closes his eyes for a moment. He's exhausted: the case he was working on was really shocking and difficult. A man who was accusing his father of rape. At the SVU, they are more used to women being raped. With a man, it's always a bit weird. He never feels at ease with them. Well, he thinks, at least it's done now. The father will be prosecuted. He sighs, crosses his arms behind his head and looks at the other detectives in front of him. Olivia smiles at him and he smiles back.

"You wanna get a drink? We're going to a bar."

"Nah, thanks. I'm tired, I'll go home."

"Okay. See you tomorrow."

"See ya."

He grabs his jacket and walks out of the room. He stops in front of the elevator and gets in when the doors open. He leaves the police station, takes the subway to go home. In front of his building, he buys something to eat before coming in. He unlocks the door, takes his jacket off and throws it on a chair. He then walks to the fridge, grabs a beer and sits on the couch. He turns TV on and starts watching it, not really interested though. He eats fast, he is so used to eat in a hurry when he is on the streets. He flicks from a channel to another, nothing's interesting. He sighs with disappointment, stands up and walks to the bathroom, taking a hot shower. He dries himself, goes to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. He turns on a side: he is kinda sad that the other half of the bed is always empty. He'd like to have someone by his side, at least from time to time, but he never finds anyone. And somehow, he feels he could never be dating someone seriously again. There's always something wrong with the women he meets. Maybe he's too demanding now he's getting old. He smiles at this thought and closes his eyes, trying to find sleep. He's almost there when his phone rings.

"Crap", he moans before picking up.

"Hello?"

"It's Cragen. You have a new partner."

He stands up in his bed:

"What? How?"

"Well, I thought you needed one. She comes from the 55th precinct and she has been warmly recommended."

"A woman?"

"Yes. Is it a problem?" Cragen asks.

"No. Not at all", he grumbles.

"Perfect. See you tomorrow."

"Fine. Night Captain."

He hangs up, turns on a side again and closes his eyes.