Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Law and Order Special Victims Unit.
Author's note: This is based on the biography "Tuesdays with Morrie". I will update as I read the book in class, or as I get inspiration, or maybe this will remain untouched, who knows?
Late Nights With Liv, by Balseirocharmed
There was always a warm mug of tea on the desk every early morning, precisely at six. Never later. Never earlier. There was also always papers scattered around the desk, but it wasn't ever messy. As the stacks and stacks of paper would pile on, so would the signs of exhaustion. It was all evident in the detective's facial expressions. Her fingers would rub against her eyes. Never once, but three times. Her brown eyes were ringed with browned crinkles.
Despite the obvious signs of exhaustion, the detective refused to give in to the world of sleep, and pushed herself further. The other detectives in the office repeatedly told her to go home, get some sleep, the work wasn't going to go anywhere, and that when she came back it would be right there on the table where she left it. Her reply? Well she would laugh, and say "My point exactly," and then she would be gone again, lost in the mounds of paper.
The times where her attention was else where, and not on the work was rare. Many few saw the detective sharing laughs with her friends, or just simply taking a much needed break. The few that got to see the other side of the working detective were the ones who worked with her.
I know this because I am one of the men on the squad that works with her. Probably the closest. I am her partner. Elliot Stabler.
Author's Notes:
This is short...I know, but it had to be in order to work.