A/N: Yay! H:LOTS fic! I'm finally balancing fandoms again! Which reminds me...H:LOTS is not mine.
It got tiring after a while. Day in and day out, all we ever did was investigate murders. Talk to people who didn't care one way or the other. Comfort grieving parents, hating ourselves for having to be the bearers of bad news. Walk the streets of Baltimore, desperate for answers to questions that no one else would ever dare to ask .
It took a toll. The first shift was renowned, and we knew it, but it still took a toll…mentally and physically. We did our jobs, but inside, it killed us, no matter what we did to hide it. Convictions were a temporary mend; acquittals a knife to our hearts. We went about our days putting on a façade so no one could see who we really were.
And when we went home at night, we sat, and tried to fall asleep, and when we did, it would last forever ,but it never did. The city was our reason for living; as long as it existed, we would. But if the blood that flowed through the city streets didn't kill us, our own exhaustion would.