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SVU Squad Room
Saturday, November 26th, 2005
The evening sun shined into the squad room a week later. They all sat there in their desks, with the exception of Novak who was leaning against the wall near the coffee bar. Stabler drummed his fingers on his desk, Benson fiddle with her pen, Fin kept looking from the wall to the clock, Cragen sat in Munch's chair with his arms crossed, and Novak tapped her foot against the wall. All had a dazed look in their eyes as Amy fiddle with a piece of paper with her hand.
A letter.
They kept their part of the bargain. But Hammond told them that he was having problems on his end. They all scoffed at the thought.
Problems meaning he lied to them. All of them. Munch was now…
"I don't believe this!" exclaimed Fin all of a sudden and slamming his fist on his desk, "This is some serious…"
"Calm yourself, Fin," said Amy, "Hammond will explain, though I think I already know the answer."
"Will you two stop acting like nothing is going to happen!" said an annoyed Novak.
"What can we say, we like to be annoying," said both Fin and Amy with smirks on their face.
Benson and Stabler looked at each other and rolled their eyes.
"Should be use to it by now, Casey," said Stabler.
"Sorry, Elliot. Just a bit tense, that's all," replied Novak.
"I think we all are," said Benson.
"And we're wondering if things will ever be the same again," said Cragen.
"Perhaps they will be, that is if you don't spend the rest of your careers wondering whether I'm at home or in the ER."
Everyone faced the beginning of the squad room. John Munch stood at the entrance of the squad room, along with Hammond.
"You're late," snarled Fin.
"And it's nice to see you too, Fin. How you've been?" asked Munch cheerfully.
"Resisting the urge to kick your ass because, one, Hammond said we were going to have to wait a week to see you alive, and two, you're late! You're usually a man of punctuality!"
Munch rolled his eyes. "I wonder what's worse, me 'dead' or you telling me I'm a man of punctuality."
Benson got up from her desk and hugged Munch.
"Stupid old man," she said trying not to cry, "That's just Fin's way of saying I missed you."
"Olivia, you're putting too much pressure on my shoulder. Let go…please!"
Benson stopped hugging him. "Sorry," she muttered.
"See that's what this squad room needs; sarcasm, wit, humor, and last but not least, conspiracy theories just to annoy the hell out of us," said Stabler.
I suppose it's a little too late to ask didja miss me," said Munch, grinning.
"Come on, there's cake and wine in my office," said Cragen.
"Ahh, real food. I'll eat anything at this point."
Only one person was not taking part of the festivities, Amy. Cragen had called her in his office earlier that week and told her that the brass approved of his recommendation to send her back to Homicide. She had stuff packed and was ready to leave after the party, but she was also ready to leave her uncle's place.
She figured that it was best. DaCosta would have loved an excuse to harass her even more if he found out her financial status. So, for the best for both of them, she was already to go and move out.
Amy notice that one figure was watching her and she looked up. Hammond was watching her, curiously. Amy glared at him.
"Don't you have some secret network to bust or something?" she asked exasperated.
"No, I'm wondering why you're not taking part in the party," said Hammond.
"Go to hell," muttered Amy, "Why do you care?"
"I heard you're being transferred back to your original unit."
"Do me a favor, get outta here while you're still in one piece."
"Okay, just thought you wanted to talk."
"Do me another favor, don't try to make me feel better."
Hammond sighed and left the squad room. Amy watched him go and turned her view to Cragen's office. The mood was certainly festive in there, but she hated being a party crasher. She grabbed her bad and headed upstairs to the roof top.
It was probably one of the coldest nights. Even so, Amy did not have her coat on. She sat watching the buildings twinkling in the dark, night sky. The wind whistled around her. She lost track of time. So much had happen in one month and yet, she was still processing whatever was left of it. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Munch standing over her. She looked up when his shadow fell over her.
"Pretty cool night to be up here without a jacket," he said, trying to start a conversation.
"What do you want old man?" asked Amy, looking at the buildings again.
"Surprisingly, I thought you would be the one causing that entire ruckus down there. You did find me after all."
"And it don't mean squat."
"It does too and you know it."
Amy didn't say anything, neither did Munch. A long silence fell between them. The wind picked up again and Amy pulled herself closer. Munch took off his trench coat and wrapped it around her.
"That better?" he asked.
"I guess," sighed Amy.
"A little over six months ago, we were up here."
"Discussing your marital status."
"And a few other things…what's wrong?"
Amy had tears coming down her cheek, but she was not sobbing.
"Nothing," said Amy and she quickly wiped them away.
"I maybe old, but I'm not going senile. I know what I saw," said Munch.
"It's just that…"
"What?"
Amy couldn't hold it in and Munch hugged her.
"It's okay, honey. Don't cry, I'm back for good. I'm here to stay as long as you want me to."
And he began to rock her back and forth.
"I remember when I was a child,
my mother used to sing to me,
'You're an angel, beautiful as all the worlds,
I will bring a little star to you.'
It still sounds in my ears,
the beautiful melody.
My youth is lost,
still I sing to myself her little song…"
Amy looked at him with a wonder look her eyes and began to sing the song too.
"Sing little birdie, sing,
you make my lot easier.
Remind me,
of the childhood years,
sing little birdie, sing."
Amy looked at the buildings.
"Dad use to sing me that to sleep. Over the years, Mom learned it too. Zing Faygele Zing, I haven't heard that in years. I never knew what the title meant though. Dad always sung it to me in English," she said.
"It means 'Sing Little Birdie, Sing' in Hebrew or Yiddish. I don't remember which one right now," said Munch.
Amy smiled and sighed. "Cragen transfer me back to Homicide," she finally said, "We're not going to see each other again."
"What do you mean?" asked Munch, confused, "You're still living at my place…"
"I thought it was best that I leave completely. Thanks for letting me stay though. To be honest, I never liked my Mitsubishi Eclipse and I wanted to trade it in, but I never had enough money for the down payment because I was helping Leena with her rent."
They both chuckled.
"I gotta go, it's getting late," said Amy.
"Where are you going for the night?"
"A hotel near Central Park. I'll be fine."
She kissed her uncle on the forehead.
"Bye old man. Thanks for letting me know what it was like to have someone to care for you again."
And Amy left the roof top, leaving Munch in his thoughts. After awhile, he got up swiftly and walked quickly down to the squad room as fast as his body would let him.
I know, I know, I'm tormenting you. I've got two more chapters to go! I hope you enjoy them both!