Look Around, Look Around
A/N: A little something I wrote after the Barba threat story aired. SVU aren’t going to carry it on, but I decided to. Just re-posting it with a few changes.
It had been an incredibly long day at work, or it had felt like it. You looked at your phone, it read 8.35pm. It wasn’t as late as you’d expected. There was a text notification from Raf, you tapped on it.
Working late, don’t wait up! Love you.
You smiled as you read the end of the text. Rafael had been much more affectionate of late, but after recent events, you really appreciated his efforts. You stood outside your workplace, your evening had just opened up and you needed a plan. It was too late to ask anyone out for dinner but you weren’t in the mood for yet another take out dinner on the couch. It seemed like the perfect night to appreciate the city; the weather was perfect, clear skies, a gentle breeze blew making the New York City heat bearable and the stars were starting to sparkle, in spite of the bright lights of the city.
You walked through the streets, lost in a haze of your own thoughts, oblivious to you imminent surroundings, in favor of taking in the atmosphere of the city. You sang to yourself quietly. Look around, look around, how lucky we are to be alive right now! History is happening in Manhattan and we just happen to be in the greatest city in the world! Following your recent tragedies and stresses, you wanted to make the most of what you had, you certainly were very lucky to have it.