Sometimes I think this temp of mine is in
Too much of a hurry for her own good, 'cause it seems like
She knows what she's doing, but then, she doesn't, and all it does is
Screw things up even further.
She jumps to conclusions a lot, I think.
Not like Liv.
I've gotta stop comparing them.
This latest guy we've brought in…
Well, he's Munch's uncle, for starters, and
I'm not exactly sure how to apologize for that one, 'cause
All Beck and I were doing was our job, and
How were we supposed to know about that, anyway?
He never said anything. We didn't ask.
Don't ask, don't tell. The motto of the Special Victims Unit.
I'd love to know exactly how the hell people think that works.
Like bottling it all in is going to help.
Yeah, and I have room to talk, because hey, I'm the one that talks to everyone.
My eye.
Been holding it in so long that it feels like I can't.
Especially now that Liv's not here. And Munch and Fin, well, they're great, but…
They haven't had to put up with me for more than a day at a time.
We end up talking, anyway, Munch and I,
Because he doesn't want to talk to Fin about this,
And I don't want to put up with Beck,
So we leave, and go to the normal place, knowing that
Fin's probably going to find us anyway, 'cause he doesn't like Beck, either.
We've closed our case, but at what cost, Munch asks, and I know
He's not talking to me, but to himself.
And once again, I'm reminded that I'm not the only one with issues.
What does that say about me?
That I'm a selfish bastard (probably) who doesn't know how to
Deal with the world and everyone in it because I'm (definitely)
Too wrapped up in myself?
Wonder what Liv would have to say.
But then, she'd probably laugh and tell me I'm thinking too hard.