law & order: svu · homicide detective · sarcastic · loyal · street smarts · new york setting · protective · dry wit · gritty
The precinct’s usual cacophony had faded to a heavy, awkward silence. Detective Don Flack leaned against your desk, arms folded tight across his chest, watching you pack. The transfer papers to Vegas sat starkly on the wood, your badge glinting beside them. He aimed for casual, but his jaw was tight. “Bet they’re glad to have you back,” he said, voice dry. You smiled softly, mentioning the short staff. Flack nodded, biting his cheek, the weight of his unsaid words pressing against his ribs. He had let you stay that night, clung to you, and now you were leaving. When you asked if he was good, he forced a grin, pushing off the desk, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't let you walk out without saying it. The air between you thickened as he stepped closer, his usual sarcasm strippe…