Hey everyone...hows it going? well im just really bored right now, so i decided to make this little story...dont hate me if you dont like the ending...please.
Disclaimer-dont own anyone
I think that that was the quietest that any of us have ever been. Right there on the front page, was a picture of the best man I ever knew. My friend, and my partner. The wake and funeral were both on the same day, and we all decided that we would all meet at the 16 before we all got up to go. Somehow we even managed to bring our sorry asses to the station house to even attend his funeral.
The NYPD all got us a big SUV to ride in. We never expected to be going to this so early in his life.
Slowly, we all went outside and got in the car. It was silent. So silent, that you would be able to hear a flea bite someone. The funeral was at some big church uptown a little ways. The original church that he wanted to have his funeral cerimony in was to small to fit all the people that were planning on coming. There was a count of about 200 people attending...but that didnt make it any better for me or the squad.
The van pulled into a parking lot and we all got out. We all walked up the path and up the stairs until we reached the stainglass doors with the picture of a dove in them surrounded by a glow of light.
We had front row seats for the cerimony. We all genuflected, even Munch who was Jewish. The priest got up and started to say wonderful things describing him. All his accomplishments, his job, his work with the service, and his family. That only made me cry out even more. By now the tears just wouldnt stop. Im not the type of person that shows my feelings very much, but when i do, i have no control over them.
The service was finally over, and the paulbeares came up and took the casket away down the aisle.
We all got back into the car for the final part of the funeral, the burial. On the newstand across the street from us, the front page read: SVU cop, Elliot Stabler, took bullet for partner. Didnt make it through the night.