As the drove slowly down the road in the line of cars, Olivia couldn't help but cry. Cragen and Munch had been two of her good friends and friends weren't easy to come by. Especially with Olivia's life. Cragen was the closest thing she had ever had to a father and knowing that he was killed because of her made her heart ache.

Plenty of people had showed up the showing. All you saw when you looked around were men in blue. A lot of Cragen and Munch's old co-workers had shown up to pay their respects. The fact that neither of them had any family made Olivia cry harder. All their lives they had worked to save others and take care of others. They didn't have time to worry about themselves.

As the car pulled to stop Olivia was pulled out of her thoughts and back to the harsh reality when Elliot opened her door and reached for her hand. There was a light drizzle of rain falling and it made the day even worse. They burial seemed to pass by in a haze. They all took turns lying a rose on top of the caskets and that's really all Olivia remembered.

The End.

"What are you up to?" Elliot asked as he sat down next to Olivia on her couch and tried to sneak a peak before she shut the lid of her laptop.

"Uh... I wrote a book."

Melinda and Fin both turned their attention to Olivia.

"You wrote a book?" Melinda asked.

Olivia nodded; slightly embarrassed.

"What's it about?" Fin asked.

"You guys can read it... if you want..."

"Me first," Elliot said taking the laptop from her and opening it up. "Since when do you write books?"

Olivia shrugged and took a sip of her drink. She hoped that Elliot would like her story.

Have you ever had that feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn't go away? When you finally think you have control you're told wrong and you feel as if you might throw up. The fear that follows behind you as you walk down the sidewalk. Waiting. Watching. You don't know why you're so scared. You have no reason to be. The things you have seen in your life, tell you otherwise. They tell you to be careful and always be aware of your surroundings. Always be watching.

Maybe it isn't so wrong to be worried. Maybe it's okay to just stand back and watch. Maybe standing back and watching will give you a new perspective. An easier way. I just don't know anymore…

Elliot got on the phone with the Chinese place and ordered the same old food we usually got. He even ordered for Cragen, knowing what he always had to eat from there. That's how close we were at SVU. We were all like a giant family. A little dysfunctional but… it was still family. Even if I had them as a family, my stomach always went to that place. That place that felt like at any moment, everything would change.

I couldn't sleep tonight. I'm not sure why. My body is pretty tired but I just get the feeling that sleep won't do me any good. Do you ever feel that way? So tired that you don't think any amount asleep will help? I guess I'm just babbling now but, it's midnight and I have nothing to do.

Just when you think things can't get worse… they do. Maybe I had a reason to have that feeling in my stomach. Maybe it was trying to warn me that something bad was about to happen. I loved Don like he was my own father. He was someone I trusted and someone I cared for immensely. Now that he's gone I wonder what is going to happen to SVU… he was what held everybody together. He was the one who always helped us solve our fights with each other.

I keep telling myself that this is all a dream and I will wake up from this terrible nightmare at any moment but, the longer I sit here and type the more I realize how real I actually is. Somebody is targeting us. Who? Why? These are questions I ask myself everyday…

Do you ever over analyze things? You could be sitting in a room with a two people and when you turn your head, you don't even remember their hair color. As a detective, I'm trained to do so. I try to memorize everything about a person just in case. I should have been paying attention to everyone who walked through those doors. There was the little kid who was lost and couldn't find his mother. There was Langan walking with Cabot. There was the tall guy who had a long beard then, I left with Elliot to talk to a victim.

I'm not the only one who over analyzes right? The man who killed Cragen could be sitting in this room. It could be that man sitting at the far right by his self wearing the orange and gray jacket with a little piece of lettuce in his teeth. It could be the woman who was sitting behind me wearing the purple shirt and drinking the mixture of two sodas. It could be anyone.

Do you ever have that feeling when you feel like you can't breathe? Like you're suffocating but, in a good way? Right now, I feel like that. I enjoy the company. I'm just not sure what to do with that...

Sometimes I wonder why I ever went into SVU. Was I setting myself up? Was I planning my life to be like this? Some people might say yes... but, that's not why I joined. I joined because I wanted to make a difference. I joined because I wanted to help those who couldn't help themselves. I was going to be one person who helped change the world no matter how much I hurt myself doing it. Working at SVU wasn't for me. It was for everyone around me. It was for everyone who suffered because there was no safe place where they could go. It was for all the women and men who remained silent and their lives were changed because of it. If I could go back... I wouldn't change it. SVU is where I belong. I'm making a difference and a difference has been made in me. Now if I could only get my girly ass up off the bed and wipe away the tears long enough to kick somebody's ass. Elliot's probably worrying sick about me... Everybody needs an Elliot Stabler in their life.

Before we go, I have to tell you one last thing about the people here. Everyone is like a family. I feel like since the day I first started everyone has had my back. We grew closer throughout the years and of all the people that came and went, this has to be the best of them. Fin, Munch, Elliot, and Cragen. You couldn't ask for better people to have your back. Everybody here as their own problems, just like a real family, they all have things they are dealing with. We might get in scuffles during the day but, at the end, it's already forgotten about. Who would do such a thing to a family? Who would rip apart the father figure of four children? Who would do such a thing...?

Elliot had tears in his eyes before he handed the computer over to Fin and Melinda to read. "Liv," he said, "that was your diary."

"I wasn't going to share it with anyone at first," she said quietly, "I thought it was stupid but, then I realized, we dedicate our lives to helping others. We listen to their stories for however long it takes. Who listens to ours? Who helps us keep on living? I just thought it needed to be read..."

"It was beautiful," Elliot said, "Even if I only read the first few pages. This will be a great story for people to read. Memoir of an SVU detective."

"I want you guys you to have something in there too," she said, "We've all seen things that people shouldn't have to see. We all had a case that we became overly attached to. We need to get our stories out there."

Elliot couldn't have been anymore in love with Olivia than he was at that moment. Without thinking he pulled her closer to him and went in for a deep, passionate kiss.

"Whoa!" Melinda squealed.

"I knew it was going to happen," Fin added.

When Elliot pulled away, Olivia looked into his eyes and smiled. "I wonder what Cragen would have said about that one."

Everyone laughed. Even through one of the biggest tragedies and they were still together. Still fighting battles as a family. Still standing by one another. They would continue to do so because now the bond between them all was stronger than ever. The hard times they experienced had brought them even closer together and that was way better than any revenge.