Disclaimer- I own a cat named Elliot, but that's as close as I've gotten.

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By the time Becca had been released from the ER and she and Cragen arrived at O'Malley's bar, the squad was already on their second round.

"Here's the hero!" One of the rookie uniforms who'd worked the case toasted her as she and Don worked their way back to the table. She stopped and looked at the kid.

"Let me explain something your partner shoulda told you. Hero is a four letter word; usually goes with another four letter word, dead." Becca leaned in and put a finger on the kid's chest. "You got two jobs, rook. Number one, get the bad guy and number two, go home at the end of your shift." She grabbed a beer from a passing waiter and put it in the young cop's hand. "Enjoy the moment, kid." Becca patted him on the back and walked to the table where Don had joined the squad.

Fin pushed a glass in front of her and poured from the pitcher on the table.

Becca raised her glass and said, "Here's to a good day. Nobody got dead." The others raised their glasses and toasted the sentiment.

"So, are when you heading back?" John asked as they sat their beers on the table.

"Well actually, I talked to Chief Vasquez and I'm not going back to 'Frisco. I'm taking a job with the NYPD." The looks around the table were priceless. "Don't panic guys. I'll be working Queens SVU. Manhattan is way to quiet for me."

"Why didn't you tell me, Becca?" Cragen asked. "We're not related, you could have gotten on my squad."

Becca threw an arm around his shoulder. "Cappie, I love you and I've realized I don't want to be clear across country from you, but you'd kill me inside a month. I cut too many corners for your peace of mind. Besides your ulcers couldn't take it."

"Now who wants to take a week off and fly to San Francisco with me. I gotta bring my baby back." Becca took another pull on her beer.

"Baby?" Elliot asked.

"Yep, a 1968 Shelby Cobra convertible, black as sin and barely street legal." Becca grinned. "Wanna see a picture?" She laughed.

"Your 'baby' is a car?" Liv asked.

"No, my baby is a true American icon. A Toyota is a car, a Honda is a car, a Mercedes is an expensive car. A Cobra is a rolling dream machine." Liv looked unimpressed. "What can I say, when it comes to cars, I'm more guy than girl." Becca smile faltered and she didn't join in the laughter, but slipped quietly away as the conversation turned to other subjects.

About ten minutes later, Fin found her sitting at the bar with a Scotch. "Get tired of the beer?" He asked sliding onto the stool beside her.

"Just needed a minute." Becca stared into the dark amber depths of the glass. "Ben always ragged me about the car and it just threw me to.. Well it threw me."

"Want to go some place and talk?" Fin offered.

"I feel like talking is all I've done. I wish I could ditch the whole subject for the night and go dancing," Becca looked around the room. "I seem to be short of options for a dance partner. Most cops I know don't dance."

"Come on, girl. I dance and I know a great club a couple of blocks away." Fin stood and threw enough on the bar to cover their drinks. "Let's tell the others we're leaving and blow this place."

"Odafin, you're my kinda guy." Becca grinned and downed the rest of her drink. "Show me the door, big man."

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