She didn't like working alone, she tells me.
And I ask her if she's just saying that.
But she says no.
So I take her word for it,
Even though things before she left weren't exactly
What the department would call perfect.
They weren't what I'd call perfect, either.
I call the victim 'Dani', 'cause it's short for 'Danielle'
And it gets on her nerves,
But when I ask her if there's something wrong,
She tells me no, again.
I know she's lying.
And I'd poke and call her jealous, if I didn't think she'd hit me for it.
Right now, what we need is to get back on track.
And this damned case isn't helping.
Infidelity, spying, murder…
Isn't this what movies are supposed to be made of?
I mean, damn, people.
This isn't what life is supposed to be like,
But then again, maybe that's just me.
Never was one for change.
Not one to have a chip inserted into me, either.
What the hell is that, anyway?
Like I don't know where I'm going, and in any case,
If someone wants to keep tabs on me,
Call the damn cell phone, for heaven's sake.
It's not that hard.
But apparently for some people, it is.
Eight years as partners, and I don't know your blood type, says Liv.
So I tell her. And it turns out that mine is the same as hers.
I'd give you a kidney, I say.
And she smirks at me, and says,
Not if I gave you mine first.
And then the elevators close, and as soon as they do, we laugh,
Because no one can see us.