The phone rings at exactly 2:16 in the morning. She knows because she's looking directly at the alarm clock on her side of the bed when it does. And beside her, he reaches out to answer it, careful to talk softly so as not to wake her. But he doesn't know that she's already awake.
The cold feeling comes when he pushes the covers away and gets out of bed, walking into the closet, turning on the light and closing the door so that he can get dressed. She rolls onto her back, and stares up at the ceiling, wondering what it could possibly be this time. When the closet door opens again, she closes her eyes, enough to convince him that she's sleeping, but enough so that she can still see what he's doing.
She can hear him muttering to himself as he pulls on a coat and searches for his keys. When he finds them, he reaches over her and takes them from beside the alarm clock before looking to see what time it is. And then he turns to leave. She waits, not saying anything, and at the last second, he turns back. She closes her eyes all the way as he leans over her and presses a kiss to her forehead before turning once more to leave. This time, he disappears from view.
When the sound of the front door closing drifts up from downstairs, she opens her eyes again, this time rolling over onto her side so that she can see his side of the bed. Already, any warmth that might have been there is starting to disappear.
Sighing, she moves so that she's lying where he was just moments before and hides her face in the pillows, breathing in. The smell of him fills her nose, and she closes her eyes, slightly comforted by it…even if it seems that it's the only thing of him that she still has.
A/N: It's probably evident to you guys by now that I'm a complete E/K shipper, which I refuse to apologize for, by the way. And before I start ranting, SVU's not mine.