I sit at my desk staring at a file, a rape of a college student left three innocent people dead.

I stare at it for what seems to be forever but is really only about thirty seconds. I shut the file and look around the squad room, everybody is gone. It must be late because even Cragen headed home. I notice something shiny , and try to decide what it is. I get up and walk over to take a look, ha, its Fin's coffee mug. I read the words that are printed on its smooth and polished surface.

I am not weird, I am gifted.

I laugh out loud. I am wearing my dark black glasses, its strange, without them I feel sort of naked. Probably because I have worn them for so long I'm used to them. My mind wanders to the case file I was just reading. I am still standing at Fin's desk, so I walk over to mine and pick up the file. God, she was only fourteen. That's one of those things that always bothered me about these cases. Age. Fourteen is a very young age to have your life ruined by a maniac.

I once again close the file and walk away from my desk. I am now hit with the choice to either go home, or to go up on the roof to clear my head. I choose the roof because I always hate to come home to an empty and lonely apartment. I walk over the door and walk out.

I am staring at what I see. It is dark and somewhat peaceful. I walk over to ledge and look down. Cars are moving around like ants. I see all different colors, it reminds me of a school of fish, swimming together yet so independent. I have been on the job for long time, I never want to quit. But I know that one day I will have to. But until that time comes, I 'm good.

Only a few cases really get to me, though every case seems to tear you apart bit by bit.

I care deeply for my co-workers, I look at us like a big family. Most people would say I'm a very secretive man, and I guess I am. I just don't like the looks of pity I get from people when I spill my heart out.

The only people I will talk to is my co-workers. I know they wont judge me.

I look over the ledge again and see a whole sea of different colors, a set of different fish.

I see a young girl walking down the sidewalk. She has black hair and is wearing jeans with a tank top and jacket. I laugh when she goes into the bookstore. Teenagers never really struck me as normal, or even a person who could appreciate a good book. Its nice to know someone still reads though.

I walk back into the squad room and gather my jacket and keys. I take one last look around the squad room and sigh a happy sigh.

I John Munch, will be back to solve another case with my family tomorrow, and I cant wait.