And if I die before I wake

"Wow, you look like hell." Logan said. Logan's voice felt so loud that Bobby actually winced. Truth was, he felt like hell. He could barely remember showing up at Lucy's the night before.

"What's that?" Bobby looked at the folder Logan held in his hand.

"The Captain wants us to chase this down." Logan replied.

"Us?" Bobby looked at Logan, scanning the squad for Eames.

"She called in for 2 hours of personal time this morning. If you would check your phone, I'm sure you could hear that for yourself." Logan looked at Bobby. Bobby thought of Eames going out with the firefighter the night before. Lucky Eames, Bobby thought. "Maybe you should've called in for that time." Logan added.

"I'm fine." Bobby responded. "Let's go." Bobby grabbed the folder from Logan and followed him out to the car.

"Go where?" Logan was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at Bobby.

"What?" Bobby growled, forgetting that he was holding the folder. Logan looked at Bobby, and then looked pointedly at the folder. Bobby opened it up, and provided the address. "What are we chasing down?" Bobby asked, leaning back against the seat, closing his eyes.

"A witness to the London case." Logan provided.

"What the hell?" Bobby opened his eyes. He thought he had shouted the words, they had definitely sounded loud in his head. But he realized he had only whispered them, more out of exasperation than anger. "How many witnesses to a suicide can there be?" Bobby closed his eyes again.

"Apparently, at least two." Logan replied, revealing he knew about the interview with the socialite from yesterday.

"At least." Bobby said a bit sarcastically. He was trying to shake off his jumbled memories of last night, of the way he was imposing Lucy on the images of having sex with the CSU. He realized he had to end things with her. In as much as she knew where things stood, he felt that it wasn't going to be too long before it was no longer fair to her. Hell, it was already apparently not working very well for him.

"So, why don't we let quiet be your middle name." Logan said as they got out of the car. Bobby scowled, apparently Logan and Eames had shared more than the basics about interviewing the socialite.

They ran into the witness, John Kowalski, as he was coming out of his apartment building - a man, 40ish, blue collar, father of a teenage girl.

"He wasn't depressed over his brother's death." Kowalski was saying after Logan had introduced himself and Bobby. Kowalski was clearly upset. "He was depressed because I threatened to go to the police if he didn't stay the hell away from my daughter." Kowalski supplied, looking increasingly agitated, adjusting the ball cap on his head. "She's 17." He was so disgusted by what he was saying, but what he was forced to think about regarding his daughter, he spit onto the ground.

Bobby was uncomfortable that this whole thing was happening outside, in front of the man's apartment building. Quiet didn't need to be Bobby's middle name, because this guy was yelling all this information practically in the middle of the street.

"I've got everything you need on that London guy. He was a first class pervert, and his money is not going to protect him from that, and neither are his connections." Bobby understood the enormity of the not so veiled threat. Kowalski was a father, the father of a girl that if Charles London was still alive, would be pressing sexual assault charges. And this guy didn't appreciate that the press was playing it like London was the victim.

"We understand your frustration sir. Any information you could share with us would be greatly appreciated." Logan offered, inviting the man to share any evidence of the affair. Bobby wondered if there were photographs or video. Bobby knew that there was no such thing as a private affair. Bobby also knew from his investigation the other day, that this man's daughter was not the only girl. He wondered about the political storm that this case was going to cause, and he empathized with Kowalski's frustration. Sometimes it was just better to let the truth be told.

"Look, I can't be late for work." Kowalski looked at his watch. "I'll hand over what I have, after work." Bobby watched Logan hand the guy his card.

"Jesus Christ, this day is going to suck." Logan said, when they were back in the car.

"It already does." Bobby mumbled.

"Kowalski's little girl was doing the whatever with Charles London. And, if that London guy hadn't offed himself, this probably would have landed with SVU. Eames said your investigation revealed there was at least one other underage girl involved. And, the brass, they want to paint this all pretty, like London was some kind of grieving family man." Logan was driving across the city, in the general direction of returning to the squad. "This is going no where but South." Bobby was familiar with that feeling.

A call came over the radio about some kind of public disruption at Charles London's residence. Mike notified dispatch they were responding to the call and put on the siren. "Like I said, no where but South." Mike bit out as they sped up town.

"I guess he's no longer worried about being late for work." Bobby said as they got out of the car and headed toward Kowalski who was in a heated argument with none other than the socialite from yesterday.

"I guess he didn't mean he was going to hand what he had over to us." Logan replied, pointing out a press van nearby covering what was happening. Logan shook his head and they both picked up the pace to see if they could somehow intercede. Kowalski was making a statement to the press, revealing that London was a predator, a pervert, that he was not some grieving victim. The socialite was sobbing, trying to deny Kowalski's allegations, saying that London was involved in a long term exclusive affair with her.

Bobby watched the socialite make grab for Kowalski, as if to make him be quiet. Kowalski reached his hand out, deflecting her. Then the socialite's well muscled looking driver got involved. He reacted like Kowalski was the one getting physical with the socialite, and a fight broke out in front of the press. Logan and Bobby stepped in. Logan identified them as NYPD. But before that registered in anyone's minds, the guy hit Logan, who fell back onto Bobby, who fell into on-coming traffic.

The car caught Bobby, throwing him up on the hood, against the windshield, then back down onto the ground. Bobby could still hear Kowalski and guy arguing, he could still hear the socialite sobbing, and he could now hear Mike Logan shouting, officer down, officer down. Logan was calling the details over the radio, their location, the nature of the accident. Bobby randomly reminded himself that he was definitely familiar with things going South. He tried for a breath, but the car had knocked all of the breath out of him. He closed his eyes and let his brain fade to black. And if I die before I wake