Disclaimer: I don't even know why I bother anymore... I've nothing worth taking... anyways... he ain't mine, neither is SVU
A/N: Six more chapters on the way, all drabble length.
There's something about first walking onto the crime scene of a murder. Everything you were just talking about with your partner fades away. Everything you were worrying about; where you're gonna go for lunch, what you're doin' after work, with whom, when you're gonna get that report finished, why you said something earlier that day, how you got to the scene... it all fades away. And all that's left is the facts.
The gory, intimate details of death. Of rape. Of all those things we deal with every day as if it were any regular nine-to-five office job.
But that's just work.