Disclaimer: I don't own SVU. Guess that reverse phycology thing didn't work...

Broken glass on the ground
Reflecting light from all around
These tiny pieces of my soul
In brilliant colors, greens and gold's
Bleeding life from inside of me
The crimson glass pouring out of me
Passion dying, losing spledor
From purple to blue, losing it's hue
My life in all it's stained glass glory
Nothing more than my tragic story

AN: This chapter is really just a filler. I'm getting closer to giving ya'll some answers... and more questions!

Streets of Manhattan, NY
February, 4, 2006
3:04 PM

I walk slowly through the rain, trying to dodge the masses running for cover. I groan as some business man with his phone glued to his ear rams into me, then just keeps walking without a backward glance. I think it's sad when people are like that. They always have their phones to the ears, like it's a growth, and the only important thing in the world is what the other person is saying.

It's even worse on days like this, when everyone only cares about getting to where they need to be, doing what they need to do, and anyone in their path beware. I used to be like that, always having my phone out. Talking to someone, going somewhere, doing something. I always had someone to hang out with, whether I knew them well, or not.

I was popular, the girl who bullied everyone else. Thought she was above it all, that the world owed her, not the other way around. But my view was changed, abruptly, when everything started to change, and my carefully crafted, sheltered world started to come down around me.

It all changed when I met Chris. He didn't care that I was Miss Popular, that I ruled the school. He actually ignored me the first couple weeks he was there. We didn't come from the same worlds; everyone thought that we'd have nothing in common.

But they were wrong… at least after he took me down a few notches, more than once. We eventually became really good friends, so did Chris and Luke. The three of us became inseparable; you never saw one of us without the others somewhere close. But that was a long time ago…

I sigh as someone else plows into me, knocking me into the wall. "Oh, I'm fine, really. You don't have to stop." I mutter under my breath as they continue walking. I turn my head, looking at the display in the window of the store I'd gotten pushed against.

I smile when I see the Valentine knickknacks, and stuffed animals. I'd almost forgotten that Valentines is in ten days. I slowly ease myself away from the walk, watching carefully for anyone about to run into me again, and make my way into the store.

I walk over to the stuffed animal display, fingering a soft pink bear gently, smiling when I remember the Valentines bear that Chris and Luke had bought for me a few years back. It was a huge white bear holding a pink rose in his paw. I hear soft footsteps behind me and turn around, coming face to face with an elderly lady. "Can I help you find anything, dear?" she asks with a smile.

I grin back, shaking my head. "No, I'm just looking around right now." I reply, turning back to the display, and picking up the small bear, thinking that Karma would love having it to add to her collection.

The lady comes around and stands next to me at the display. "Looking for someone special?" she questions, a mischievous grin on her face. She starts re-situating the display, setting the animals upright.

I look up at her, seeing the spark in her smoky gray eyes. I smile back, tucking my hair behind my ears. "Yeah, I am. I'm looking for something to get my daughter." I say, holding up the pink bear.

Her grin gets even bigger at that, and she touches the bears head gently. "Really? How old is she?" she asks, curiosity dancing over her face.

I laugh; think about how much she reminds me of my late grandmother. "She just turned five in October. She's a handful." I say, grinning at the understatement.

I turn toward the counter, pulling out my wallet. She follows me, walking around to the register. "Well, she must be beautiful, with having you as a mother. Even if her father isn't as good looking." she smirks, as she rings up the bear.

I laugh, handing over the money. "Thank you." I take the bag, heading for the door. I look back, watching her walk over to another lady, and start talking.

I grin, holding the pink teddy bear close.