Another day, another case. Each one more gruesome than the one before. I wonder, what would it be like to work in narcotics, like Fin used to do? But hell, I love this job. I've been here for about six years. I can't imagine myself doing anything else.

Does my job affect my life? Yes. My social life has been reduced to almost nothing. A lot of my dates turn out to be one night stands, and sometimes it's a "no night stand" because I have to keep cancelling on them. Men don't like my job. I guess they can't handle the thought of a woman dealing with rapists and other criminals. It gives me power over them. It's easier for my woman friends, though. Girl power!

Then there's my partner. Name's Elliot Stabler, or El, for short. He's my best friend and a tough cookie. He's also the most gorgeous guy on the planet, and that's what makes my lucky dates who get to meet him jealous. When I see the expressions on the women's faces when they first meet him, I have trouble not laughing out loud. But I guess something special radiates off of him that people cling to, because he's so well liked. He's always very protective of me, and tries to prevent any harm from coming to me. I hate it when people do that, but Elliot does it so sweetly that I can't help but give in. He's easy to give in to. Like that time when Richard White was stalking me, he followed me everywhere. I got mad at him, but when he looked at me with those blue eyes so full of worry, I almost kissed him.

But let's be serious. He's the only person who really matters to me. My mother was alcoholic and abusive, and didn't really care about me. I never knew my father and I always felt that he didn't want to meet me. Elliot understands this like no one else does. He's like my better half; he completes me. Oh, why the hell am I beating around the bush? I love him. I love everything about him: they way his body moves, the way he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt when we go to interrogate a criminal, the way he takes his tie off and unbuttons the top part of his shirt when we're working on a long, hard case, how much he loves his family, but most of all the way he's always there for me. I love him like hell, and I wish he knew it. Maybe someday, he will.

I need you

And I miss you

And now I wonder

If I could fall into the sky

Do you think time would pass me by

'Cause you know I'd walk a thousand miles

If I could just see you

If I could just hold you

Tonight