A/N: I wish I owned SVU, but then Belzer would have to work. A lot. I got this idea while riding in the back of the ambulance last night and watching the snow fall through the back windows. (Don't worry, I'm an attendant, not the patient.)
Somehow, in the course of the ride, he had gotten pushed to the very edge of the bench, right up against one of the cabinets. The EMT was bent over the woman and the attendant was opposite, doing God knows what. He was supposed to be trying to get a statement, anything, and he had tried, but for a moment he had been thrown against the bench, despite holding on to the rails fixed to the ceiling. And in that moment he had sat down, crushed up against the cabinet and the ambulance to to a screeching halt and he suspected it was due to some impatient New Yorker attempting to cut across the street before the ambulance did. His head turned and in the growing darkness outside he could see the snow falling and the brake light shining, illuminating the flakes so they were red and glowing like embers as they fell.
For a moment, he was frozen, blood spreading across the white and staining it, marring the glistening, peaceful snow that had yet to stop falling. They were moving again but he was still frozen. He wanted to be there, where the snow was and his hand rose a few inches from his lap, wanting to open the door and the muscles in his legs twitched, wanting to jump out of the ambulance. The feeling was overwhelming and he wasn't sure if he wanted to fight it until the EMT shouted and they hit another bump, jarring him and cruelly bringing him back to the present.
But later, when they were driving back to the precinct and he saw snow falling in the brake lights of the car in front of them, he saw the blood stained snow again and turned to look out his window in a feeble attempt to keep the image at bay.
To keep the blood out of the snow.