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This story is the brain child of @MareC123 and I brought it to life in this short story. Thank you for making the suggestion :) I thoroughly enjoyed writing this story.
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Present
The walls are a dull shade of grey, giving the room a serious and sombre atmosphere. There's a large one-way mirror on one side, allowing investigators to observe the interrogation discreetly. In the centre of the room, there's a sturdy table with a few chairs around it. The table is bare, except for a small recording device and a notepad. The chairs are simple and uncomfortable, intentionally designed to make you feel uneasy while they question you. The lighting is bright, casting a harsh glow on everything in the room. It's a space where secrets are revealed, where truth and lies collide.
"It's over. We have your DNA on the knife," Detective Munch says, slamming a piece of paper onto the table in front of you. It makes you jump, your heart racing.
"I didn't kill her!" You shout, tears rolling down your face as they show you the pictures of the blood in your girlfriend's apartment.
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20 hours earlier
You cuddle up to the brunette woman in bed, your hands tangled in her hair as you kiss one another in post coital bliss. "This is perfect," You smile against her lips. "You're perfect."
Olivia smiles, cupping your face. "You're the perfect one," she says, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"You know I hate leaving," you say as you peel yourself away from Liv.
"Then don't leave," Liv smiles, watching you get dressed.
"I have work to do. It's late," you say sadly.
"I hate watching you put clothes on that gorgeous body of yours, I much prefer you naked," Liv giggles, and you blush, kissing her again. "Take care, okay?" She says, grabbing your arm and looking at you seriously.
"I always do," you smile, leaving her apartment. Little do you know, that will be the last time you see her.
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11 Hours Earlier
"Fin, Munch–" Cragen calls from his office, his hands in his pockets. "– Can you go and check on Liv? Stabler said she didn't turn up to a crime scene this morning, and she's not answering her phone."
"Sure," Fin says, looking at Munch concerned.
They make the short drive to Liv's apartment, Fin raises his hand to knock on the door, and it swings open. He and Munch look at one another before pulling their guns, raising them as they walk in.
