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~watching our clothes burst into flames~

will your shadow remember the swing of my hips?

Rafael Barba, a character who was in the show for 6 seasons, didn’t even get a solid goodbye episode. 

Sonny never got to say goodbye.

Amanda never got to say goodbye.

Fin never got to say goodbye.

And you’re probably like “Well Barba isn’t dead so of course he didn’t get that big of a goodbye.”

He basically is.

Rafael Barba basically is dead.

Maybe not physically, but his reputation, GONE.

His unfinished storylines? GONE.

His development with other characters? GONE.

Flushed down the drain like they never even happened. 

Not like the writers care.

Even one of my best friends said the show was bad, and I had to agree with them. I told them that at this point I prefer the stuff outside of canon.

The majority of stuff outside of canon doesn’t suck like canon does.

Now, this has nothing to do with the actors.

Peter Stone still isn’t my favorite, probably won’t be, but this has nothing to do with him replacing Barba. 

This has everything to do with Barba not getting justice.

“So, let me get this straight,” Rafael says, one hand on his hip with the other pinching the bridge of his nose. He counts down slowly from five, trying his best to get a handle on his temper before the whole station hears about it.

“This kid is willing to let a rapist walk, because he doesn’t want to admit that he was sleeping with the victim in college?” Rafael points to the witness’ photo on the board. “None of you could get him to talk?”

Amanda shrugs helplessly. “His family’s strict and religious. They still support him financially. He’s about to graduate.”

“Yeah,” Sonny adds, swivelling side to side in his chair casually. It’s getting annoying. “Not to mention, there’s a high chance they’ll cut him off if he testifies.”

“I could compel his testimony.”

Sonny stops moving around and plants his feet to the floor. He glares at Rafael; outrage in his eyes and twisting his mouth. Yeah. He’s gonna pay for that later.

“Oh, so the DA’s office is into outing kids now?” Fin asks sharply, crossing his arms.

“Okay, okay, you’re right. Fine,” Rafael says quickly, backing down. For now. He can actually feel Sonny’s hackles falling. “But there’s gotta be another way. I don’t have a case without his testimony.”

“Maybe we can spin it in our favour. Normalize it,” Rafael pauses, wheels turning in his head. “He was a freshman in college. Nineteen years old and experimenting with boys. That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s gay.”  It’s weak, but it’s a start.

Sonny nods, slowly getting on board. “Makes sense. I mean, that’s basically what college is for,” he looks up at Fin for confirmation, a smirk on his face.

“Hey, don’t look at me choir boy. I didn’t go to college,” Fin says.

Choir boy, Rafael thinks. God, if they only knew what that ‘choir boy’ says between the sheets –

Sonny rolls his eyes. “Well, I did and believe me, that’s definitely what college is for.”

“You admitting something there Carisi?” Rollins asks. She’s smiling fondly at him. Sonny tilts his head back to her, sharing the same knowing smile.

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QUICK! EVERYONE – MAKE CARISI BISEXUAL CANONICALLY ON THE SHOW IN 400 WORDS OR LESS

“Christ, Carisi, you got an ex in every police department in the country?” Fin asked dryly.

Amanda laughed. “It’s not his fault that after someone dates him they feel the need to leave the state.”

“It can be a real mixed bag but it’s a good way to just talk to a whole buncha people, figure out what you want,” he says.

Amanda hums and swipes left. “This is like a game. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.”

“Just don’t reject anyone made for me or anything,” Sonny requests.

“This app might be bunk, it just matched you with a dude,” Amanda says, flashing his own phone at him.

“Yeah. Not Forlini’s though.”

Rollins nodded in agreement and they left the station together. They walked a few blocks before Rollins pointed at a bar they only went to occasionally. Fin nodded, so they walked in. 

“Oh, Carisi’s here,” Rollins said, spotting him at the bar. “Didn’t he have a date tonight?”

“Looks like he’s still on it,” Fin said as Sonny leaned in close to the man next to him and said something that made the man laugh and lean in closer. 

“I’ll say hi and grab our beers,” Rollins said. Fin pointed to an empty table in the far corner and turned that way when Rollins nodded.

“Really, Carisi? You bring a date to this dive?”

Sonny turned, and his wide smile increased at the sight of Rollins. “Hey! Don’t judge me. Bobby suggested it.”

“You must be the famed Rollins,” the man–Bobby–said. He was broad-chested with red hair and a nice nose. 

“That’s me. If you’ve heard of Fin–”

“Oh, definitely.”

“He’s saving our table.”

Sonny cocked his head. “Got the confession, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Come here,” Sonny opened his arms, and Rollins took the hug. “Good work,” Sonny said.

“Thanks.” Rollins pulled away and shoved lightly at Sonny’s chest. “Okay, back to your date.”

“See you in the morning. I’ll bring pastries, yeah?”

“Sure. Nice to meet you, Bobby.”

“A honeytrap? You’re crazy,” Liv starts across the room, hands in her pockets. “Last time we tried something like that Rollins almost got killed.”

Sonny caps the marker and faces the Lieutenant. “I know you don’t like me arguing with you, but if I could just talk to him for a few minutes, I could get the confession we need.”

Frowning slightly, Liv runs a hand through her hair. “How are you gonna get a confession out of him?”

He grins, fiddling with the marker eagerly. “I’d sit down next to him, he’d buy me a drink. Flirt a little, wink a little. The works.”

Liv pauses.

“What?” Sonny pouts at her incredulous look. “It’s worked for me before. Guys dig the dimples.”

She groans and turns towards her office door. “You can go. Just never talk to me about this again.”