*Rafael, casual, interested without being concerned, no idea what Liv is about to do to his evening* βDo I wanna know why youβre dressed like that?β
*Olivia, far too nonchalantly for someone wearing blue leopard print* βWe were undercover at a brothel, and before we could-β
βWait, back up. Whoβs we?β
βMe, Fin, Carisi. The whole squad.β
*about to say words that have never been strung together in that order before* βThe whole squad was undercover at a brothel on Superbowl Sunday?β
βWe donβt need to get your approval. And we made some good arrests, and Martha IDβd Timmer.β
*higher pitched* βMartha was there? I told you she couldnβt be involved.β
βSorry.β
*actual bafflement, a migraine beginning to hit* βSorry. Thatβs it?β
βActually, 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.β
*pained sigh, visible exasperation, denial and anger* βDeclan Murphy, your former lieutenant. Undercover for whom, vice?β
βI canβt speak to that.β
*fast forwarding through the remaining stages of grief straight to acceptance, with the gritted teeth of a man whoβs going to have to have his blood pressure medication adjusted again* βSee if he can.β
- cut to Carisi, still bleeding in a cell
