SVU By the Numbers
They live, breathe, eat, work, sleep a little, sweat and sometimes bleed to the ten codes.
They carry 9mm glocks and supposedly work eight-hour shifts.
The consolation that sometimes soothes their nightmares is that the perps they pursue are all condemned to the seventh level of hell, but it is but poor satisfaction, when they know so many times the innocent victims are condemned to an uneasy rest beneath six feet of dirt.
There are five of them he watches over, paladins of justice, his four detectives, three men as different in background and temperament as can be imagined and yet of one pure purpose and two beautiful women, whom the men protect like sister, daughter, lover? The doe-eyed one carries a gun and works the streets side by side with the men, the other makes words her sword, as she tries to put the bad guys more permanently behind bars.
And finally there is him, only the one who in the end feels responsible for all of them. Too often he must sit in his office, waiting and wondering. Are they OK, will they be all right? Am I asking too much of them? All he can do; is do it by the numbers.