Disclaimer: All characters belong to Dick Wolf, but you knew that already :P
A/N: I am continuing my other stories. I just like this one so much too!
Ch 1- Working Hard
"Go! Get going! You'll miss your date!" My partner scoffs.
"Nah. I'm not going," I say dryly.
"What? Why not? You've been talking about it for the whole week! You were so excited," his hands fly in the air.
"I'm not going cause my lousy date cancelled on me five minutes ago."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he glances down at his feet.
"It's not your fault. Besides, these DD5s aren't gonna magically finish themselves," I shrug sadly.
(3 hours later-11:45 pm)
Everyone in the squad room has already left, everyone except me of course. I have always usually been the last one out.
Ever since I was young, I have learned how to use my time to the fullest. My mother was drunk almost everyday. I would have to not only take care of myself, but I would have to tend to her needs as well. Therefore, I would need to finish all my school assignments at school.
My eyes strain to stay open. I yawn for the umpteenth time. My head starts to dip, then I jerk it up again. Dang coffee is not helping! I hear a door open; my head snaps over to the direction of the noise. I see my captain. Guess he was here the whole time. He turns around and jumps back a little; he is startled by my appearance.
"What are you still doing here? Didn't you have a date tonight?" He questions.
"No, the jerk cancelled on me last-minute, didn't even give me a reason," I sigh in dismay.
"Oh, sorry," he frowns,"why don't you go home?" The question is more like a suggestion.
"Ah I will. I just have to finish some more paperwork," I reason, though "some" is an understatement.
"How much have you already done?" He asks, going to my partner's desk. He sits down on the open space and folds his hands.
"Um six or seven DD5s and about two stacks of paperwork," I shrug as if that was no deal.
"Woah! You need to get home!"
"Naw, I'm okay, besides the coffee's helping'," I lie convincingly.
"Yeah, well I don't want you burned out for tomorrow. Go home detective, and if you're in here before nine, I swear I'll have you arrested," we both smile and chuckle.
"All right," I put my hands up in a surrendering position. "I guess Fin nor Munch would wanna put up with Elliot. I wouldn't have enough energy to keep up with him," I joke. We chuckle again.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow Liv. Have a good night," Captain smiles as he waves goodbye.
"You to, Cap'n." Soon after he leaves, I go too. I walk out to my squad car when I realize the cruiser is out of fuel! Great, just great! I do not feel like bothering the precinct gas fillers, and they are probably closed at this hour anyway. Second, my apartment is not too far from here. I guess the way back to my apartment is about a ten minute walk, give or take. I sigh and begin my walk home. I do need the exercise.
Five minutes in, I see a car's headlights behind me. My instincts shout for me to run, but I do not. I hear two car doors slam shut. Maybe I am paranoid, but I would rather be overly suspicious than dead. Now or never, I think as I whip around with my gun pointed ahead of me. "Freeze Police!" I order loudly and threateningly.
A/N: Not too shabby if I do say so myself. Of course this story will be shorter than my latest stories "Rolex Rollaro" and "Traumas" are since I didn't have my newest rule: Chapter word count must be at least above 800 words, preferably around 1000!