Disclaimer: I don't own L&O: SVU or any of its characters, it/they belong to Dick Wolf/NBC. This story is just meant for entertainment purposes and I am not making any profit out of this nor do I intend to. It's all in good fun.

Yeah, so, um, Mariska didn't win that SAG Award (and on her B-Day, nonetheless. At least, she can say she looked better than Juliana. Now, I;m no Joan Rivers, but, uh, sorry, Juliana; Mariska did look beautiful in Vera Wang) but it;s whatever. Next time Mariska, it;ll be yours. Having said that, Juliana did deserve that SAG Award and Golden Globe. She does an amazing portrayal in The Good Wife, yes, I love that show, BUT, I am Team Hargitay though. I admire Mariska Hargitay as both an actress and person, I mean how can you not, she;s a generous human being.

Okay, so anyway, this is my first attempt at a L&O:SVU fan fiction. I've been working on it for quite some time now, so much so that I even neglected my first fan fiction, but I;ve been working on that first one this last week, so, it;ll be updated too and soon, well, when I approve that it is somewhat decent by my standards. Yes, I am my own harshest critic, so, I am only going to post the preface of this SVU fan fiction even though I;ve already written a few chapters, it;s just a matter of uploading it if the readers are intrigued by this story and want to know the outcome of it, which by the way I think it;s going to be a seven series story but I;m still undecided. But hey, even if no one what's to know, I do, so I may not post them but I'll continue writing. But if you do, don't hesitate to let me know. I'll gladly post the chapters up. Okay so, constructive criticism is always welcomed, so here it is for all readers to dissect.

Preface

Over the course of time I'd had more than enough time to think about how I would die in this line of work; after all, I had reason enough in the last years of my career-though I'd had time on my side to think, I would never have fabricated it like this.

I faced forward reminding myself how to breath correctly across the other side of the cramped alley, into the gentle eyes of the prey, the cold eyes of the predator and he looked gratifyingly back at me and my partner-enjoying the predicament unfolding right before him-obviously.

I couldn't help but trace back in time to a moment when Elliot had once made hurtful comments against me, 'No, I can't do this anymore. I can't be looking over my shoulder making sure you're okay. I need to know you can do your job and not wait for me to come to the rescue.' I now know that his words held, well, hold some truth to them, they had to; otherwise, neither of us would be anxiously awaiting on death now.

I stared into his gentle, pleading, ocean-blue eyes one more time. I knew exactly what he wanted out of me but I couldn't bring myself to comply with his demands. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I allowed him to make the decision for me, for him-for us.

I wanted desperately for him to leave and not have a leading role in this act because he had everything to lose and I had nothing to gain. I would be able to come to terms with death, the fear of death has never entered my heart before. I wouldn't mind suffering at the hands of death for him; he who I would die for time after time if I had to. I would in no way be able to continue living in a world where he didn't exist in. His presence has become vital to my survival, he is the only meaningful person in my life left worth living-though I would never admit that to him or anyone else for that matter.

Life has rendered me with his luminescent embodiment of life, bestowing upon me his radiant care, protection, and friendship. My heart with love for him is filled but soon its beating will be stilled. I will not shed a tear, I will not drown in sorrow, and I will not surrender to grief because even death can't take away my memories.

The predator smiled at us venomously as he cocked the steely gun forward to invite death.