Can't get too involved.
Don't get to pick the vic.
You get personal, you get pulled…most of the time.
You lose your temper, you get put on leave.
Refuse a psych evaluation, you get stuck on a desk.
The rules of the Special Victims Unit,
In a nutshell.
It's hard not to get personal.
Most of the time we do get too involved.
But we still don't get to pick our vics.
I told Liv that once when we became partners,
And she listened.
Beck, on the other hand, well…the lines are harder for her to define.
It was that way for me too, when I first started out.
Guess that's how we ended up in that bar,
And why Casey took off with us, though,
Come to think of it, I've seen her around with that ADA before.
But leaving me alone with Beck wasn't a good idea, because
Apparently, after a few drinks, I'm more of an idiot than I thought,
And so we ended up kissing by my car,
Which is stupid, because it's like we were in high school again.
Then again, if we were in high school,
I wouldn't have been with her.
I'd have been with someone else, with Kathy,
And honestly, she's the one I want to be with,
No one else.
Not Beck, and definitely not Liv.
She'd probably laugh if she could hear me.
The phone rings,
And it's mine, and it distracts us (thank heaven)
Because I don't think I'd like
What would happen if it had gone any further.
Stupid things happen when people get drunk,
And that was one of them, and…
If it's my way of trying to get back on track, there's something wrong with me.