Best Friends, right? Pt.2
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Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader
“How are you friends with Barba?” Sonny said between laughs. You sat in a little coffee shop across from the friendly detective you met a few days earlier.
“What do you mean?” Your grin widened at the mention of Rafael.
“I mean, you’re just so nice and funny…” He took a sip of his coffee and leaned forward on his elbows. “And he’s so…” He hung on to the last part of the sentence, trying to find the right word to fit the conversation. You put a knowing smirk on your face and filled in the blanks for him.
“Rude? Self-absorbed?” You raise a brow as Sonny leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms and nodding in agreement. “He’s not so bad once you get to know him.”
“I’ve known him for about… six months, now? When does it get better?” Sonny scoffed.
You bit your lip and tried to think of when Rafael became Rafa instead of Mr. Barba. The first time you met him was the funniest story between the two of you. You had seen each other at the coffee shop after grabbing each other’s drink, later that day you ran into him on the steps of the courthouse after a trial, and again at his mother’s apartment where your father happened to live. You noticed how his smile would get bigger each time you showed up so unexpectedly. It was a lovely coincidence.
“I don’t know.” You honestly answered. “He’s never been like that to me.”
It took a minute for Sonny to register the statement. Rafael Barba, the guy who teased and berate him for such little things, being a friend with a heart of gold to a beautiful girl. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together and let a smirk cross his face. He decided to make Rafael’s intentions known, being the mischievous detective he is.
“So, he’s just always been nice to you?” He asked.
“Well, yeah.” You noticed the look on Sonny’s face and rose a brow in confusion.
“What’s he like? Without the whole lawyer act?” He took a long sip from his drink, waiting for you to speak.
“Well…” you hesitated in confiding in the detective. “He’s nicer than you’d think. He smiles a lot more and I think you should know…” you leaned in, checking over each shoulder, successfully intriguing Sonny and luring him in. “… he loves Saint Bernards. Adores them when they’re puppies.” You smiled.
The both of you began to laugh at the fact. Too busy trading back to back Barba stories, to notice Rafael just across the street. He was hurrying from the courthouse to his office when he caught sight of the two of you, close in a hilarious conversation. He should be the one making you laugh. The thought brought a blush to his cheeks and movement to his legs. He didn’t know what he was going to say, or do. So, only a second later he was walking up behind Carisi, giving his off guard friend a nervous smile.
“Speak of the devil.” You spoke with a smile still on your face, despite the confusion. “We were just talking about you.”
Rafael tripped over his words; for Carisi, this was a first- for you, a tell tale sign of trouble.
“I need to, uh. Can we…?” He was antsy and gestured to the door.
“Oh, sure.” You nod your head, standing from your seat and grabbing your jacket. “I’ll be right back Sonny.”
Rafael had just remembered what he had interrupted. You were on a date. Horror washed over his face as he realized what he was doing. Why was he doing this to you?
“Actually, nevermind. I- I’m sorry.” He furrowed his brows and concentrated on the floor and walked out the way he came.
You looked down at Sonny and back at Rafael’s retreating form. Never have you been so confused in your life. This was the second time this week you found your best friend running away from you and you didn’t know what to do. So, you watched him go. Once he turned the corner, a feeling of anger washed over you. What was his problem?
Before Sonny could interject, you had slapped down a few dollar bills to pay for the coffee and apologized to Sonny for the date. He surprisingly smiled and pushed you through the door. Running after the ADA was becoming a common occurrence, an unpleasant one at that. You saw he hadn’t gotten far in the crowd of bustling New Yorkers and called his name.
Again, he pretended not to hear and stepped out into the street ignoring the cars that honked at him. He leaned forward into the wind, willing his legs to go faster. This time when he heard a yelp, it was accompanied by a horn, skidding tires, and a series of a crowds gasp. Jesus.
You were on the ground and from where Rafael could see, you weren’t moving. He and the crowd stared at your limp body for what seemed like hours in his mind. He couldn’t feel his limbs and his head was pounding like he had been the one hit by a car. When he heard a small cry from your battered chest, he sprung into action. Rafael dropped to his knees at your twisted figure, nearly ripping his jacket off his arms to drape over you. He caught sight of a camera’s flash, realizing he hadn’t heard any sirens come yet.
“Y/n, hey, look at me. You’re gonna be okay.”
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