She's leaning against me, eyes barely open, watching some movie. I'm alternating between watching the movie and watching her. She still hasn't said anything about the case, but I know she's thinking about it. I know she's wondering what she could've done better, though if she were to ask me, I'd just tell her she did everything she could and then some. That's just the way she works.
Most cops, if they worked like she did, they'd be burnt out in about a month, but her... she just keeps going. A little Energizer bunny, it keeps going and going and going... She's got something in her that powers her through just about anything. It's as if every woman, every victim that walks into the squad room, is hers. She takes them and she tries to shelter them from everything bad, while still getting that information needed to solve the case. Sometimes, she may overstep that legal line, that personal line, but it's because every victim is hers.
I look down at her again and her eyes are finally closed. They won't be for long, I know, but for now, she's able to sleep peacefully.