Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own SVU. Dick Wolf does and he's a genius.
Now, on with the show.
I had wondered what was taking him so long. The thought that he would die questioning the mother of a rape victim never crossed my mind. How could he die just asking about a rape victim from her mother? I always knew I could get a call like that one day. Knew that any one of my detectives, or anyone else, could get killed on the job. I never wanted that call though, no one wants that call. It was my worst fear, still is.
Telling the remaining three detectives what happened was hardest. After I wiped the wetness from my eyes, I stood in the doorway, watching, listening as they went about their business. His desk was the only one vacant and something inside me was vacant as well. I listened to them joke, watched them laugh and work.
I never realized how much he brought to this squad room, never. He was part of the place, forever present. The room seemed bigger without him. I sighed and called his partners name, dreading his reaction, dreading the others' reactions, dreading how I would feel the next morning when I would walk in and turn to greet him to find him not there. Dreading the feel of this squad room with someone else sitting at his desk, doing his job. God, I hate this job.
A/N: New chapter in the works. Might take a while, i don't know. Please review and tell me you like it, scratch that, tell meif you love it....