Disclaimer: -tired voice- I do not own SVU. Dick Wolf does.
Now, on with the show.
Where is he? He's always here, he always comes back. No, no he's not...dead. He can't be. He just went home after questioning. He was tired, didn't want to come back to work. It was late and it was a long day. He just needed some rest, in his own bed.
Why is he dead? Why him, why me? Why didn't he let me go with him? Why didn't he call for backup? He knew the neighborhood was rough and he didn't ask for help. Why? Why didn't he call for help? He needed it and he didn't ask. Typical of him, I guess. He should've told me more, told me more about him, his life, his past, his pain.
We were friends, partners, never lovers, but good friends. The problems in our past linking us by a common pain. If he could see me now, rambling on and on about him being gone. Probably shoot out one of his comments. If he could see me now, feverishly writing my thoughts down on paper, savoring the memory of his humor, his seriousness, him in general. Lord, if he could see me now...Lord, how I wish he could see me and me him. Lord, please...
A/N: I'm srry the chapters are short, but they're all from different POVs and they all deserve their own chapters. Anyways, keep reading!