*Rafael, casual, interested without being concerned, no idea what Liv is about to do to his evening* “Do I wanna know why you’re dressed like that?”
*Olivia, far too nonchalantly for someone wearing blue leopard print* “We were undercover at a brothel, and before we could-“
“Wait, back up. Who’s we?”
“Me, Fin, Carisi. The whole squad.”
*about to say words that have never been strung together in that order before* “The whole squad was undercover at a brothel on Superbowl Sunday?”
“We don’t need to get your approval. And we made some good arrests, and Martha ID’d Timmer.”
*higher pitched* “Martha was there? I told you she couldn’t be involved.”
“Sorry.”
*actual bafflement, a migraine beginning to hit* “Sorry. That’s it?”
“Actually, what I was trying to tell you is that, before we could rescue Ariel, Declan shows up, deep undercover as a trafficker and we had to arrest him.”
*pained sigh, visible exasperation, denial and anger* “Declan Murphy, your former lieutenant. Undercover for whom, vice?”
“I can’t speak to that.”
*fast forwarding through the remaining stages of grief straight to acceptance, with the gritted teeth of a man who’s going to have to have his blood pressure medication adjusted again* “See if he can.”
- cut to Carisi, still bleeding in a cell
