(Disclaimer: Not mine. Trust me.)

She's got a look of defeat in her eyes. She's ready to give up. To walk away from this.

We all like to think we won't do this, that it won't happen. But it does. It's not that you want to give up on the job or the case, but it's too much, sometimes.

It gets under your skin and during a long, drawn-out case like this, you get defeated. You just want to hand the files off to someone else and leave, just because it seems so hopeless. When there are no leads and you're constantly hitting walls.

It's even worse now than it was in Homicide. When it's a dead body, you can shut yourself off and not get attached. You can't do that with a living person. When it's a dead body, you don't have to tell them that the Statute of Limitations has gone by or that you're nowhere on the case. There were families, but it wasn't as bad as this.

"We'll get him, Liv," I tell her, as she pinches the bridge of her nose between her fingers.

She sighs and looks over at me. "You think so, Munch?"

"We've been on his ass too long. You didn't think we weren't going to get him, did you?"

She shakes her head and goes back to the file in front of her. She's not ready to quit yet.