I ask her what she's doing there,
And she tells me, 'I work here', with that look that says
'Stabler, you're an idiot',
And it makes me want to laugh, but I don't, because
Somehow, we've ended up in one of those contests where
The first one who talks is gonna end up buying the first round,
But I'm just glad she's back, so if it ends up me, I'm not gonna care.
It ends up being Munch, though, because he talks to us,
And because we felt obligated to answer, we talked, and
Then we informed him of the little game we were playing.
He thought it was funny.
Says he's going to try it with Fin, but I doubt it'll work…
Fin never was the sort to fall for something like that.
And in any case, we'll probably be here long enough for it to get around to all four of us.
Which means that we'll probably end up walking,
Not that any of us really care, because
It's not like we can't catch a cab, and three of us live in Manhattan now.
Fin's the only one that has to drive, anyway.
Liv hasn't really been gone that long, but it feels like forever,
And maybe it's because we're so used to her being there,
Or maybe it's because the squad room feels empty without her.
Yeah.
That's it. The place is empty without her.
The four of us are so different, and yet, we're all the same,
Because of this unit, this precinct, this common link between us,
A desire to take these people off the streets and make them safe,
Though heaven only knows we can only do so much.
But somehow, when it's the four of us, it feels like we can take on the world.
We do that every day, anyway.
Liv pokes me, and I poke her back, and
Then she goes and pushes Munch's foot under the table, 'cause
She can get away with it, and he knows better than to poke at his own partner,
So he pokes her back, and she pokes me, and it makes my knee jerk,
And we hear a thudding sound, and the next thing we know,
All four of us are involved, because I've accidentally kicked Fin.