(Disclaimer: I think we all know by now. Dick Wolf's the important guy here.)
(A/N: Second one of the day. Don't ask me where they're coming from.)
She's not where she was when we went to bed, I notice, waking up.
I raise my head from the pillow and look around the room, seeing her shadow. "You all right?" I ask.
"Fine," she says, standing in front of the window.
I know she's not fine. But pushing her won't help.
"If you're fine, what the hell are you doing?" The words are out before I can stop them.
"Drop it, John."
"Liv…"
"IDrop it/I," she says, tightly, as she crawls back into bed and turns her back to me.
Damn it. I think I've been here before.