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“Since when do we not tell each other things, like I don’t know, you being the hospital?!” 

You laid in the hospital bed, loopy from the pain pills you’d received, as you watched Sonny stand in front of you with his hands on his hips. His pupils were wide and he didn’t look like your boyfriend, he looked like a detective. He was trying to get to the bottom of a situation, rather than ask if you were okay.

“Since you freak out over every little thing, Sonny.” You rolled your eyes watching your boyfriend fully embrace his over-protective mode. “I tripped over my own foot and broke my wrist and sure I bumped my head a little too.” 

“See? This is what I mean. They’re keeping you for a few hours for observation, so they called your emergency contact. You scared the crap out of me, (Y/N).” 

When Sonny got the call that you were in the hospital he swore he felt is heart stop. It was literally his job to deal with people on their worst days, so to hear that you were alone in a hospital, without a reason, he dropped what he was doing and made his way straight to you. 

“I’m sorry,” you face dropped when you realized they didn’t explain your state when they called. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I promise. I’m fine, Sonny, I swear.”

He felt the sincerity in your voice and immediately plopped himself on the side of your bed. Reaching for the hand that wasn’t in a cast, he placed a kiss, before accepting your apology. 

“Just keep me in the loop, doll, that’s what I’m here for.” 

“Next time I stub my toe, I’ll be sure to send you a handwritten letter in the mail,” you smirked watching Sonny finally show a smile. 

“You’re a pain in the ass, you know that?” He laughed knowing that the fall hadn’t affected the sense of humor he loved so much. 

“Can I go home now?” You asked as the medication made you crave a nap in the worst way. Sonny nodded as he stood to grab the nurse, your eyes falling closed as he walked away. 

A/N: Everyone knows that the biggest baddest detectives are scared of silly things... Sonny? He’s scared of clowns. 

“Oh look, Noah,” Olivia sang as she opened the door. “It’s your birthday surprise!”

The children at the party jumped up and cheered as the clown danced into the apartment. Dressed in a colorful jumpsuit, his face was painted white with blue circles around his eyes, and the most important part, a big red nose. You couldn’t help but notice that Sonny who was standing beside you, stiffened up and took a slight step backwards. The cheerful music began to play as the Chuckles the Clown began blowing up balloons to make different animals. 

“I’m gonna get a drink, y’need anythin?” Surely your boyfriend wasn’t afraid of clowns, at least he’d never mentioned it before.

“I’m fine, thank you,” you smiled as you watched Sonny speed towards the kitchen. Rolling your eyes, you followed shortly behind. “Dominick, is there something I should know?” 

“I know this is a children's party, but you’d think Liv has some liquor in this kitchen somewhere.” 

“Are you scared of clowns,” you asked as you watched your flustered boyfriend find the scotch and pour it into his dinosaur themed party cup. 

“Doll, I’m a cop. I own a gun, I catch bad guys for a living. I am not scared of clowns.” He huffed before looking you straight in the eyes. Immediately the guilt crept up that he had just lied to your face. “Okay, I’m petrified. I hate those things.” 

“Sonny,” you laughed. “It’s just a clown. He’s just a regular guy in make-up and over-sized shoes that’s supposed to make you laugh.” You pointed towards the children who were in fits of laughter as the clown pretended to poke himself in the eye.

“You know what those things do? They eat children. They hunt you down in your nightmares, babe.” Sonny found himself standing in the far corner of the kitchen, as far away as possible from Chuckles the Clown. “More like, Chuckles the Killer Clown,” he huffed under his breath.

“Do you really think of all people, Olivia Benson, would allow a killer clown to enter her apartment? She’s probably run a background check on that guy twice.” 

Sonny pouted in front of you refusing to admit you were right. But even if the guy under the disguise was okay, he still had the bright red hair and the flower that shot out the water, the razor sharp teeth, and that blood curdling laugh. 

“How about this,” you winked closing he distance between the two of you. “If you go get a balloon animal for me, I’ll make it up to you tonight.” 

“Doll, you know I love you but there’s nothing you could do to get me to go over there.” 

You leaned in as close as possible, placing your hand over his ear as you whispered exactly how you were going to make it up him. Feeling his cheeks, heat up as he blushed, he stood up straight and rolled up a sleeve. 

“If my girl wants a balloon animal, she’s gonna get that balloon animal.” He walked towards the clown and even though he kept his distance, a few moments later you watched him walk towards you with a large princess crown made from balloons. 

“Look at you, you conquered your fears, Sonny!” You smiled proudly as you saw your boyfriend come back in one piece. 

“I just did what any man would do when his girlfriend offers what you did. Say, what would I get if I fought off a shark?” He winked.

“Now you’re just pushing your luck, Detective.” 

“This is my baby boy’s picture when he graduated from the academy,” Sonny’s mom gushed as she flipped through the pages of the photo album. He’d of  course objected, but you weren’t going to deny his mother the chance to show off her only son. 

“Dominick, you look so handsome!” You had yet to see your boyfriend in his dress blues and it didn’t disappoint.

“She calls you Dominick?” She asked watching her son blush and nod from across the table you were all sat around. “Will you marry him?” 

“Ma, I’m pretty sure that’s the question I’m supposed to ask.” 

A sentence that normally would have sent your heart aflutter, was pushed aside when you noticed a particular picture on the next page. You pulled the album closer, taking in the sight before you. 

“Is this a mustache?” You smirked. 

“And, that’s enough pictures for tonight!” He stood up trying to take the album away before you swiped it away. “Oh, come on...” 

“I loved you with that mustache, Dominick. You looked just like my father, when he was your age.” Sonny’s mom gushed once again as you joined her. 

Note to self: Convince Sonny to regrow the ‘stache.  

{This story takes place after Season 19 Episode 9, the episode when Rafael Barba ended the life of baby Drew Householder.}

I’m not sure why this episode got to me so much. Besides the obvious, (no spoilers here.) But, it was just an amazing well written episode that was so heartfelt and genuine. I’m just hoping that with this story there can be at least one happy ending.

Pairing: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr. x Reader

Summary: When Sonny finds out about the death of Baby Drew, he promises to himself that he’ll have a family of his own one day.

Word Count: 905

Warnings: None

You positioned your face over the pot and took a whiff of the rising steam from the sauce that had been simmering for the last hour. Before you met Sonny, you thought any canned pasta sauce from a grocery shelf was perfectly acceptable, but now you were dating a purebred Italian man who considered mass-produced marinara a cardinal sin. As long as you live, you’ll never forget the look on Sonny’s face when he came across your Chef Boyardee stash in the pantry.

“Dear Lord, Mary Mother of Jesus, my ancestors are rolling over in their graves!” He was one for sarcasm, but in that moment, you could tell he wasn’t joking. So, after many failed attempts and a few cut fingers, you’d managed to make a sauce that blew away Sonny’s wildest expectations.  

You knew he’d be at your door at any moment, so you poured the penne into the colander and placed a healthy portion onto each plate. As you poured the sauce over the pasta, you suddenly knew what it must feel like to present your final dish to the judges of Iron Chef. You placed the plates and wine glasses on the kitchen table and with perfect timing, you heard Sonny’s keys jingling outside your door. It didn’t take you very long to give him a key to your place, you felt safe whenever he was around.

You looked up from the table to see him take off his heavy winter coat and place his keys on the table. He looked exhausted, which wasn’t exactly a surprise. He worked himself to death, constantly staying late and going in early, whatever it took to catch the bad guys. But today, something was different.

“Hi baby, I made your favorite!” You cursed realizing you’d forgotten the fresh parmesan and made your way back to the kitchen. You closed the refrigerator door and turned around only to end up in Sonny’s arms, not realizing that he’d positioned himself directly behind you. It took only a few seconds to recognize the warmth on your neck, he was crying, and you instinctively dropped whatever was in your hands and pulled him in closer. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Sonny, it’s going to be okay.” He let out a light sob and you had no intentions of stopping him, whatever was weighing him down needed to be let go.

You held him for as long as he needed before he pulled away just far enough to place your face in his hands and leave a loving kiss on your lips. “I love you, (Y/N). I love you so much,” he looked down at you with bloodshot eyes. “I don’t say that enough and I’m sorry.”

“I love you too,” you wiped away the tears from his cheeks and brushed your thumbs against the graying hair of his sideburns. It broke your heart to see him this way, Sonny was one of the strongest people you had ever met, and to know that something hurt him enough to bring him to tears, it had to be serious.

“After today, I don’t want to waste any more time than I already have. I love you and I want to love you for the rest of the days that I live and breathe on this Earth. I want to marry you and share our love with our children, with our babies, I want a family. I want us to have our own family and to be happy.”

When Sonny heard the news about Barba and the baby, his heart sank. The death of a child was the most tragic of losses and although he was sympathetic, he couldn’t put himself in that situation because he wasn’t a father. The entire walk from the precinct to your apartment was filled with Sonny imagining all the things that child would never be able to experience. He knew without a doubt that if that little boy couldn’t live a long and fulfilled life, he’d make damn sure his own children would. He swore to himself and to God as he prayed on that sidewalk, that he would never take another moment of his life for granted or waste any more time with ‘what if’s’ or the possibilities that had yet to be put into action.

“Sonny, I-“ you barely had a chance to respond before Sonny started again.

“Just say, yes. Say you’ll marry me and say we’ll have babies and never stop loving each other.”

You looked up at Sonny, seeing the intensity in his eyes and felt your stomach turn. At first, you weren’t sure if this conversation was the result of an emotionally charged day, or if this was a legitimate proposal. But as you felt that pit in your stomach you realized it wasn’t in a bad way, but in the delightful way that you were about to agree to marry the man that you adored with every fiber of your being.

“I’ll marry you,” tears filled your eyes as you agreed without a single hesitation. “I’ll marry you and we’ll have babies, Dominick.”

“Thank you, God, thank you,” he prayed as he picked you up and spun you around your kitchen. Laughter and prayers filled your small apartment as Sonny placed kiss after kiss on your lips. Without putting you down, he began walking towards your bedroom, and kicked the door closed with the heel of his foot, leaving the pasta on the kitchen table to get cold.

A/N: I got really into this part, I don’t know why. Also the thought of Sonny having a tattoo? Ugh. Part three will be out sometime soon, not sure exactly when but I’ll update regularly.

Summary: Dating a detective certainly has it pros and cons, but when a disheveled criminal is looking to settle a score, he goes after what Detective Carisi loves the most… you.

Word Count: 1494

Warnings: Serial Killer, Murder Victims, Stab Wound, Blood, Violence

<< Part 1 >><<Part 3>><<Part 4>><<Continuous Version>>

Sonny had been sitting at his desk for what seemed like the past 72 hours which wasn’t too far from the actual time elapsed. His normally organized work space was scattered with evidence and photos along with old chinese take out and an ice cold cup of coffee. SVU had been knee deep in a serial killer case for almost a month now, but from the beginning it seemed as though they were fighting a losing battle.

Someone was loose in the streets of Manhattan brutally attacking and murdering women at random. None of the victims could be linked to each other in any way, not their jobs, neighborhoods, or friends. The only thing the women had in common was the way they were killed. Each victim was found in her own home, no sign of forced entry, as if they knew the killer or they were welcomed in with a single stab wound to abdomen.

A couple of weeks ago, they came across a lead that seemed promising. An elderly woman claimed that she saw a delivery man at her neighbor’s door the night of her murder. Even though she claimed he had a neck tattoo, her eye sight wasn’t what it used to be and there was no way of knowing what the tattoo was. There were thousands of delivery men with neck tattoos walking the streets of Manhattan, b t there were only a handful that had previous charges, including one man who was on parole. 

Hector Beckett, 37 years old, was out on parole after being charged with battery and attempted rape and had been working as a delivery man for the last few months. And as the sole eye witness describes, on the left side of his neck in old-fashioned tattoo font was the word, LADYKILLR. When Sonny came across his name and put all the pieces together, he got the approval from Olivia and made the arrest. During his interrogation he informed Hector that there was a witness that put him at the scene and his violent criminal past wasn’t going to help the situation. 

“You know, when I turned eighteen I told my ma I was gonna get a tattoo,”  Sonny smirked from across the metal table. “You would’ve thought I said I was gonna have a limb cut off by the way she reacted. In hindsight, I’m glad I didn’t get it, those things are forever y’know? I wanted the name of my favorite scripture, Proverbs 16:9, in his mind a man plans his course,” Sonny paused for a moment putting emphasis into his words. “But the Lord directs his steps.” 

Hector sat straight faced, not interested in the slightest by the detective’s small talk.

“Still would be a pretty good tattoo, come to think of it. But yours? Wow, LADYKILLR? It’s moving, truly touching. How did you choose that one?” 

“What can I say? The ladies love me,” he sat back in his chair making himself comfortable. 

“I’m sure you love them too,” Sonny spoke sarcastically as he opened up the folder on the table. “I bet you really loved them when you made your way into their homes and stabbed them to death.” 

“You got an old lady, detective?” He laughed watching Sonny’s muscles tense at the thought of such an malicious person even thinking about the woman he loved. “Who am I kidding, you’re not really my type, but I know a handsome man when I see one. Maybe I’ll give her a visit when I get out of here.” 

“Too bad you’re going to be here for a while,” Sonny stood up exiting the room before he lost control of his temper. 

Olivia knew Hector wasn’t going to admit to anything and when he requested a lawyer, they were informed there simply wasn’t enough solid evidence to keep him, and within half and hour Hector Beckett walked out a free man. 

Which put Sonny in his current situation now, sitting at his desk, looking over every last detail hoping something would stick out like a beacon that had previously gone unnoticed, hoping to find to anything that would incriminate Beckett. He was tired, he’d had a headache for the last three days, and truth be told, he just needed a break. And as if it was a sign from God, he’d received a text from his girlfriend saying she was stopping by the precinct for a visit. Sonny stared at the clock on the wall watching the hands move so slowly, for a moment he was convinced the battery must have been dead. Knowing that a watched pot never boils, he made his way to the break room and replaced his ice cold coffee with a fresh cup.

“What’s got you smilin’ Carisi?” Fin teased as he held out his mug for a refill. 

“My girl’s stopping by,” Sonny grinned, proud to show you off. “And she’s bringing cookies.”

“Oh word, those one’s from the Christmas party?” 

“Those would be the ones.” 

“It’s about time we got some good news around here,” Fin’s eyes lit up like a child in a candy store.

Sonny put the coffee pot back and returned to his desk, starting the paperwork he’d been avoiding, hoping that busy work would make the time go by faster and it did. By time he’d put his signature on the last sheet, he checked his phone for the time, noticing that you were almost twenty five minutes late. He unlocked his phone and clicked your name to call you but it went to voicemail. He wasn’t sure if it was his own impatience or genuine worry, but he began typing out a message and stared at his phone waiting for a reply. 

Are you on your way? Fin’s asked about the cookies twice already.

A few minutes passed, still no reply. Sonny was never the one to double text, he didn’t want to feel like he was bothering someone, but it had now been almost 40 minutes since your intended arrival.

You’re starting to make me nervous, do I need to come over?

When his phone finally vibrated, he practically knocked over his coffee cup reaching to grab it. His brows furrowed as he read the words displayed on his screen.

Sorry I’m L8, got 2 reschedule

He read your words a few more times and couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. If his instinct was wrong, he was worrying about nothing. But it only took seconds to make up his mind and he wasn’t willing to risk your safety in any circumstance. He hurried towards Olivia’s office making sure to knock a couple times before letting himself in. His red scarf was already draped around his neck and he held his tan coat in his hands. Sonny prided himself in knowing you completely, so when he had a gut feeling that something was wrong he wasn’t willing to waste any time. 

“Hey, Lieu, I need an hour.” 

“Right now? We’re in the middle of an investigation, Carisi.” She looked up at him through the black reading glasses that were rested on the end of her nose.  He was never the kind of person to leave work for a non-emergent reason which caught Olivia’s attention.

“I know, but it’s about- it’s a personal thing.” Sonny was flustered and it showed as he ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, not worried in the slightest if he messed it up. 

“Anything I can help with?” 

“I’m not sure, (Y/N) was supposed to stop by today, but she was running late so I texted her to see where she was.” 

“Well, Carisi, that’s not exactly out of the ordinary,” she crossed her arms across her chest. 

“I know, but this is.” He handed her his phone allowing her to read his text messages.

“She’s never used an abbreviation in her text messages in the entire time I’ve known her. I also tried calling her and it’s going straight to voicemail.” 

If it was one thing Olivia prided herself in, it was trusting her detectives completely. So she handed back the phone and nodded, Sonny’s signal that he was free to go. “Call if you need anything,” she said before he all but ran towards the exit. 

“Hey babe, it’s me again. You’re making me nervous please pick up the phone.” 

He hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket and made his way through the door, choosing to walk rather than drive. If somehow you were still on your way to the precinct, this is the route you would’ve chose and eventually he’d cross your path. With no luck, he’d made it to your building not seeing you once. The walk hallway towards your apartment felt longer than usual and instinctively he held a hand on his gun. He counted the golden numbers on the doors until he reached yours, noticing the door of 3G was slightly ajar. 

He removed his gun from the holster, using it to open your door and scanned your apartment. Flowers and milk scattered were across the floor, signalling that his suspicions were right, and he held his gun at attention. Alone in the middle of the apartment, you were duct taped to a kitchen chair. The sweat had caused your hair to stick to your face along with your grey t-shirt. Standing out, was a large crimson stain on your abdomen, which trailed downwards and formed a small puddle by your foot. You looked up when you heard the footsteps walking through the door, finding Sonny with his gun pointed towards you.

You furiously shook your head, trying to signal to him that it wasn’t safe for him to enter as the intruder in your apartment had positioned himself beside the door. Not heeding your warning, he took another step forward before Hector Beckett quietly walked behind him.

“SONNY, BEHIND YOU,” you screamed as you saw the man launch towards your boyfriend. “SONNY!”

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“That’s the third time you’ve checked your watch in the last hour,” Amanda said as Sonny lifted his wrist to check for the time once again.

“Sorry, it’s just… I got plans tonight.” He was counting down the minutes, mentally trying to calculate how much time he had. He knew you were waiting for him at home with a bottle of wine and a healthy serving of his favorite dinner. Work had overshadowed his personal life for the last few weeks and he swore, come hell or high water, he would spend the night with you.

“You got a hot date or somethin’?”

“I sure hope so,” he huffed. 

Truth is, Sonny not only hadn’t been with you in a long time, but he hadn’t exactly had time to be with himself either. Just the thought of wondering what you’d be wearing was enough to get himself worked up.

“Go ahead, I’ll cover you.” 

“Are you serious?” Sonny’s eyes widened.

“Yes! Lucy is watching Jesse for a few more hours anyway, so go before I change my mind.” She assured her partner waiving towards the door. 

“Coffees are on me tomorrow, Rollins.” Sonny grabbed his belongings and headed towards to the door making sure to send you a text to let you know he was on his way to you.

Forget dinner, I want dessert first ;)

All Parts, in order, can be read in one continuous post here. DUN DUN.

Summary: Dating a detective certainly has it pros and cons, but when a disheveled criminal is looking to settle a score, he goes after what Detective Carisi loves the most… you.

Word Count: 1270 + 1494 + 1370 + 1554  

Warnings: Violence, Home Intrusion, Head Injury, Serial Killer, Murder Victims, Stab Wound, Blood

(Part 1)

The timer in your kitchen beeped as you slid the oven mitts on your hands. You opened the oven allowing the smell of chocolate chip cookies to fill your small apartment. Fresh, made from scratch chocolate chip cookies, to be exact. The day you told your grandmother you were moving to the big city, she gifted you her secret recipe. According to her, it was a little piece of home to bring to the Big Apple and to be frank, right now you needed it. Work had been hectic lately and it showed no sign of slowing down. So, with your first day off in weeks, you put on your favorite apron and baked to heart’s desire. You placed the already cooled batch of cookies into separate Tupperware to make room for the fresh ones, ready to be placed into your tote bag and brought to the precinct.

You’d been dating Sonny for a little under a year now, but the both of you fell in love fast and strong. As would be expected, dating a detective comes with the understanding that his schedule wasn’t set in stone. There were many a night when Sonny was too busy for a date night, but no matter what, you both still managed to see each other. On late nights when the squad was working overtime, you’d bring home cooked meals or fresh coffee, taking care of his coworkers as if they were your extended family. So, when you found out you weren’t going to be able to see your boyfriend on your only night off in weeks, you were bummed without a doubt. But like always, you’d figured out a way to at least pop-in, hence, the cookie run.

Knowing that Sonny’s work schedule was hectic, you unlocked your phone and wrote out a short text to give a heads up that you’d planned to stop by and drop off the sweet treats.

Surprise, I’m bringing a batch of Grandma’s cookies for everyone. Be there in 30 minutes ;)

You placed your phone on the countertop before looking down to see your clothes were splattered with cookie batter. And that’s why you don’t bake in nice clothes, you thought to yourself and headed towards the bedroom to find a quick change of clothes. You didn’t feel the need to get dressed up, so you picked a simple outfit of skinny jeans and one of Sonny’s Fordham Law sweatshirts. You glanced in the mirror, making sure there wasn’t any more batter, before slipping on a pair of shoes and walking back towards the kitchen to read Sonny’s response.

This is why I love you… See you soon.

You smiled down at your phone and placed it in your back pocket when a knock at the door almost made you jump out of your skin. You weren’t expecting company and if Sonny was on his way he would’ve said so. Sonny’s voice popped into your head, reciting one of the many tips that he’d burned in your brain, as you walked softly towards your door, making as little noise as possible. Relaxation set in after you placed your eye over the peephole to see a large bouquet of flowers.

“Who is it,” you asked through the door.

“Flower delivery for a, uh, Miss Carisi,” he spoke in a thick Brooklyn accent.

You laughed at the name, obviously a mix up, although you didn’t mind hearing it. It’s not like you hadn’t practiced signing it a few times like a school girl in her diary. You unlatched the locks on your door and opened it finding a bouquet so large, that it completely covered the man’s face. Sonny, you have outdone yourself this time. You instinctively smelled the flowers as the man handed them towards you, your view still obstructed by the massive arrangement.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.” You took a step back, reaching out to close the door but the man placed his foot in the frame, effectively blocking the door from closing. Your heart pounded in your chest as he put his hand on the door to open it widely.

“Do I smell cookies?” The man’s voice deepened as he peered past you into the kitchen. His face now visible, showing off his collection of neck and face tattoos. Your heart began to pound even harder, so harsh you swore it might break one of your ribs.

“It’s a family recipe, I was going to drop them off at the precinct,” you said adding emphasis on your last word hoping that he’d get the hint and walk away. Please take the hint and walk away.

“Oh yeah? Special Victims Unit, right?” He said taking another step towards you, now completely inside of your apartment. “That’s where your boyfriend works… Detective Carisi.”

It was in that moment that your heart was no longer thrashing around in your chest, it seemed to stop. Mid-pump, your heart froze in your chest. How did he know who Sonny was? How did he know where he worked? And how did you know who you were and where you lived? You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket, most likely Sonny asking if you were close, immediately feeling like it was miles away.

You felt bile rising in your throat, noticing that he’d begun walking towards you and instinctively threw the vase of flowers towards him. The vase shattered as he swiped it to the side and it made contact with the wall.

“Why did you have to do that sweetheart?” He laughed as he shook his head. “Those cost me a pretty penny. Now you’ve just hurt my feelings.”

You backed up towards the kitchen, refusing to turn your back to the man who lurched towards you. You internally cursed yourself for not keeping your knives on the counter top like normal people. Sonny’s nieces and nephews came over regularly, so it was imperative to keep hidden away. Instead of finding a knife, the only thing in arm’s reach was the bag you had prepared.You threw it with all your might, sending the contents flying.

The carton of milk hit the floor and burst open, just another thing added to the mess on the floor. You had nothing left to fight him off and at this point all you could do was pray that Sonny wouldn’t be the person to find you dead. He knew you were supposed to arrive any moment and when he didn’t get a reply, he’d know something was wrong.

You studied the features of the man in front of you, assuming it might be the last face you ever look at. He had a large scar across his left eyebrow, a thick gold chain bearing the cross, and tattooed boldly on his neck the words, LADYKILLR. As you focused on the man in front of you, you noticed that he’d left the door cracked open slightly. If you ran, he was sure to catch you, but if you stayed put you might as well surrender your life before him. 

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, you followed your human instinct rather than fight you chose flight and you turned to run away. Almost immediately your legs gave out from underneath you as you slipped on the milk that had spread throughout the kitchen floor. The man stood above you as he grabbed you by your hair and slammed your head to the floor knocking you out cold.

The world around you went black almost immediately leaving only enough time for one final thought to rush through your mind. Please, Sonny, don’t find me.

(Part 2)

Sonny had been sitting at his desk for what seemed like the past 72 hours which wasn’t too far from the actual time elapsed. His normally organized work space was scattered with evidence and photos along with old chinese take out and an ice cold cup of coffee. SVU had been knee deep in a serial killer case for almost a month now, but from the beginning it seemed as though they were fighting a losing battle.

Someone was loose in the streets of Manhattan brutally attacking and murdering women at random. None of the victims could be linked to each other in any way, not their jobs, neighborhoods, or friends. The only thing the women had in common was the way they were killed. Each victim was found in her own home, no sign of forced entry, as if they knew the killer or they were welcomed in with a single stab wound to abdomen.

A couple of weeks ago, they came across a lead that seemed promising. An elderly woman claimed that she saw a delivery man at her neighbor’s door the night of her murder. Even though she claimed he had a neck tattoo, her eye sight wasn’t what it used to be and there was no way of knowing what the tattoo was. There were thousands of delivery men with neck tattoos walking the streets of Manhattan, b t there were only a handful that had previous charges, including one man who was on parole.

Hector Beckett, 37 years old, was out on parole after being charged with battery and attempted rape and had been working as a delivery man for the last few months. And as the sole eye witness describes, on the left side of his neck in old-fashioned tattoo font was the word, LADYKILLR. When Sonny came across his name and put all the pieces together, he got the approval from Olivia and made the arrest. During his interrogation he informed Hector that there was a witness that put him at the scene and his violent criminal past wasn’t going to help the situation.

“You know, when I turned eighteen I told my ma I was gonna get a tattoo,”  Sonny smirked from across the metal table. “You would’ve thought I said I was gonna have a limb cut off by the way she reacted. In hindsight, I’m glad I didn’t get it, those things are forever y’know? I wanted the name of my favorite scripture, Proverbs 16:9, in his mind a man plans his course,” Sonny paused for a moment putting emphasis into his words. “But the Lord directs his steps.”

Hector sat straight faced, not interested in the slightest by the detective’s small talk.

“Still would be a pretty good tattoo, come to think of it. But yours? Wow, LADYKILLR? It’s moving, truly touching. How did you choose that one?”

“What can I say? The ladies love me,” he sat back in his chair making himself comfortable.

“I’m sure you love them too,” Sonny spoke sarcastically as he opened up the folder on the table. “I bet you really loved them when you made your way into their homes and stabbed them to death.”

“You got an old lady, detective?” He laughed watching Sonny’s muscles tense at the thought of such an malicious person even thinking about the woman he loved. “Who am I kidding, you’re not really my type, but I know a handsome man when I see one. Maybe I’ll give her a visit when I get out of here.”

“Too bad you’re going to be here for a while,” Sonny stood up exiting the room before he lost control of his temper.

Olivia knew Hector wasn’t going to admit to anything and when he requested a lawyer, they were informed there simply wasn’t enough solid evidence to keep him, and within half and hour Hector Beckett walked out a free man.

Which put Sonny in his current situation now, sitting at his desk, looking over every last detail hoping something would stick out like a beacon that had previously gone unnoticed, hoping to find to anything that would incriminate Beckett. He was tired, he’d had a headache for the last three days, and truth be told, he just needed a break. And as if it was a sign from God, he’d received a text from his girlfriend saying she was stopping by the precinct for a visit. Sonny stared at the clock on the wall watching the hands move so slowly, for a moment he was convinced the battery must have been dead. Knowing that a watched pot never boils, he made his way to the break room and replaced his ice cold coffee with a fresh cup.

“What’s got you smilin’ Carisi?” Fin teased as he held out his mug for a refill.

“My girl’s stopping by,” Sonny grinned, proud to show you off. “And she’s bringing cookies.”

“Oh word, those one’s from the Christmas party?”

“Those would be the ones.”

“It’s about time we got some good news around here,” Fin’s eyes lit up like a child in a candy store.

Sonny put the coffee pot back and returned to his desk, starting the paperwork he’d been avoiding, hoping that busy work would make the time go by faster and it did. By time he’d put his signature on the last sheet, he checked his phone for the time, noticing that you were almost twenty five minutes late. He unlocked his phone and clicked your name to call you but it went to voicemail. He wasn’t sure if it was his own impatience or genuine worry, but he began typing out a message and stared at his phone waiting for a reply.

Are you on your way? Fin’s asked about the cookies twice already.

A few minutes passed, still no reply. Sonny was never the one to double text, he didn’t want to feel like he was bothering someone, but it had now been almost 40 minutes since your intended arrival.

You’re starting to make me nervous, do I need to come over?

When his phone finally vibrated, he practically knocked over his coffee cup reaching to grab it. His brows furrowed as he read the words displayed on his screen.

Sorry I’m L8, got 2 reschedule

He read your words a few more times and couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. If his instinct was wrong, he was worrying about nothing. But it only took seconds to make up his mind and he wasn’t willing to risk your safety in any circumstance. He hurried towards Olivia’s office making sure to knock a couple times before letting himself in. His red scarf was already draped around his neck and he held his tan coat in his hands. Sonny prided himself in knowing you completely, so when he had a gut feeling that something was wrong he wasn’t willing to waste any time.

“Hey, Lieu, I need an hour.”

“Right now? We’re in the middle of an investigation, Carisi.” She looked up at him through the black reading glasses that were rested on the end of her nose.  He was never the kind of person to leave work for a non-emergent reason which caught Olivia’s attention.

“I know, but it’s about- it’s a personal thing.” Sonny was flustered and it showed as he ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, not worried in the slightest if he messed it up.

“Anything I can help with?”

“I’m not sure,(Y/N) was supposed to stop by today, but she was running late so I texted her to see where she was.”

“Well, Carisi, that’s not exactly out of the ordinary,” she crossed her arms across her chest.

“I know, but this is.” He handed her his phone allowing her to read his text messages.

“She’s never used an abbreviation in her text messages in the entire time I’ve known her. I also tried calling her and it’s going straight to voicemail.”

If it was one thing Olivia prided herself in, it was trusting her detectives completely. So she handed back the phone and nodded, Sonny’s signal that he was free to go. “Call if you need anything,” she said before he all but ran towards the exit.

“Hey babe, it’s me again. You’re making me nervous please pick up the phone.”

He hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket and made his way through the door, choosing to walk rather than drive. If somehow you were still on your way to the precinct, this is the route you would’ve chose and eventually he’d cross your path. With no luck, he’d made it to your building not seeing you once. The walk hallway towards your apartment felt longer than usual and instinctively he held a hand on his gun. He counted the golden numbers on the doors until he reached yours, noticing the door of 3G was slightly ajar.

He removed his gun from the holster, using it to open your door and scanned your apartment. Flowers and milk scattered were across the floor, signalling that his suspicions were right, and he held his gun at attention. Alone in the middle of the apartment, you were tied to a kitchen chair dressed in only your jeans and bra. Blood and sweat had run down your face and by your foot a small pool had formed from the cut to your stomach. You looked up when you heard the footsteps walking through the door, finding Sonny with his gun pointed towards you.

You furiously shook your head, trying to signal to him that it wasn’t safe for him to enter as the intruder in your apartment had positioned himself beside the door. Not heeding your warning, he took another step forward before Hector Beckett quietly walked behind him.

“SONNY, BEHIND YOU,” you screamed as you saw the man launch towards your boyfriend. “SONNY!”

(Part 3)

Your eyes squeezed tight before you opened them trying to gain a sense of your surroundings. There was a deep throbbing pain radiating from the back of your head, causing you to let out a groan. Instinctively, you tried reaching for the source of the pain only to notice you weren’t moving, you couldn’t. Both your wrists and ankles were duck taped to one of your kitchen chairs.

“Well, well, it’s about time,” a voice sang from the kitchen. You looked up to see Hector searching through your belongings. Most of the drawers and cabinets were open, and your apartment looked like a tornado had spun its way through. “You keep this place organized,” he said helping himself to another drawer. “It was easy to find the duct tape.”

You focused back on your hands, trying to writhe your way out. Why didn’t Sonny ever share the tip of how to escape from the confines of duct tape. It didn’t matter anyway, it was too late.  

“Where are the knives?” He mumbled to himself.

“We keep them hidden away so small children and serial killers can’t find them,” you sneered from the other side of the room.

“It’s not nice to call people names.”

“It’s not nice to tie people to kitchen chairs either.“ You continued to try to free your limbs, but any effort caused the pounding in your head to grow. It only took a few moments to groan in defeat, you were stuck.

The harsh vibration of your phone against the counter caused the both of you to glance up. You knew it was Sonny, you weren’t sure how long you were knocked out, but you knew it was bound to happen. The image began to evolve in front of your eyes. Sonny would grow worried about you. He’d send few texts, which would tun into a few phone calls, and eventually he’d walk through the door to find your lifeless body somewhere in the apartment. You shook the thought from your head, fully knowing that thinking of the worst possible outcome wouldn’t aid the situation at all.

You watched the man pick up your phone and read the text message to himself. “This thing has gone off four times already,” he huffed looking down at the phone. "It’s kinda sweet, he’s worried about you.”

“I need to answer the phone, if I don’t-” you watched him place the phone back where he found it. “He’s going to come looking for me, you know. It’s his job.”

“Let him,” he found the knives and picked his choice. “We’ve met before. You could say we’re acquaintances.” He pulled up another kitchen chair and sat himself in front of you. It gave you a chance to look at him, to really soak in his features. To peep the man who was going to end your life.

His eyes were cold and frigid, paired with deep crows feet wrinkles.  The man that sat in front of you was the kind of person that parents warn their children about. No doubt, that when strangers pass him on the street, they shove their hands further into their pockets and take a step further towards the edge. It wasn’t a friendly face and in this moment, it was so close to yours that you could reach out and touch it. That’s if you could touch it, which you couldn’t, nor would you want to.

“Has he told you about me?” Hector leaned back in his chair allowing a grin to form on his face. You simply nodded, too afraid to talk.

“Do you think I did it?”

You nodded your head once more, as you watched him play with the knife in his hands like it was a toy.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “Your boyfriend thought so too. I’ve had a lot of shit go wrong since he accused me of that.”

The sound of your phone startled the both of you when it began ringing from the other side of the room. He let it go to voicemail and watched the look on face as it stopped ringing. The look of hopelessness and dread knowing that you wouldn’t hear Sonny’s voice on the other end.

“Any who, before I was interrupted… Thanks to him,” he pointed at the phone behind him. “The second my parole officer found out I got arrested, he started threatening to put me back in. I already did 10 years, it ain’t that bad. I’d like to see some of my old friends. Oh and I lost my job. But, that’s replaceable, but you know what isn’t?”

Your ringtone filled the room again, but this time Hector didn’t move. He just sat still, watching you twist your arms against the tape until they bled. You were beginning to panic and it was obvious, but you refused to lose your otherwise collected demeanor.

“My old lady tried to leave me. She said it was the final straw. She could never love a murderer and how was she supposed to know she was next or something like that. I tuned her out halfway through.” Your phone pinged with the notification of yet another voicemail, before he continued on. “I loved her, wrote her every day while I was in Rikers, made her my everything, and she tries to leave after one little thing goes wrong. Ask me what happened.”

You sat silently praying that any moment Sonny would walk through that door to check on you. This was what he prided himself in. Protecting people and knowing when someone needs that protection. He knows something is wrong, you haven’t answered the phone. But when he was going to do something about it.. that’s what mattered.

“ASK ME WHAT HAPPENED,” he yelled causing you to practically jump out of your skin. “What happened,” you asked trying to control the shaking of your voice.

“I let her go,” he returned to his eerily calm demeanor he had only moments before. “I let her go half way through the kitchen before I stabbed her in the heart. She bled out so fast.” His eyes had begun to glaze over as the picture of the memory began to play. He rewatched the woman he had devoted most of his years towards, begging for help. In a matter of moments, she bled out and laid lifeless on the floor.

Your phone rang for a third time and caused Hector to finally break and charge towards the kitchen and throw your phone against the wall. You jumped back once more and caused your chair to scoot back. He threw his hands against his head and began muttering words to himself.

“I lost her, I lost her, I lost her,” he mumbled as he walked back towards you. “I lost her.” He stared at you an uncomfortable amount of time before he spoke again. “I lost her and now he’s going to lose you.” The bile rose in your throat as you registered the words you’d been expecting to hear this entire time. You began to shift your body weight in an attempt to move yourself as far away as possible. But he held his hand out and steadied the chair as he pointed the knife to your chest and dragged it down your abdomen.

You shook watching him hold the knife in his hand, trying to ready yourself for the pain that you were about to feel. You felt the cold blade skate across your skin, searching for the perfect spot, before it slid into your body like soft butter. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would, but that was just the adrenaline talking. Every bit of breath you had in your lungs expelled as he retracted the life, leaving a thin hole in your abdomen.

You looked down, seeing the blood begin to seep out, and immediately felt light-headed. You recognized the familiar woozy feeling you felt before passing out followed by the cold rush. Please don’t pass out, please don’t pass out, you repeated to yourself try to retain consciousness.

(Part 4)

You had been floating in and out of consciousness for the last fifteen minutes. The adrenaline had run its course and all you had left was the pure agony that had associated itself with your wound. You’d been staring at the floor, watching the blood pool around your feet, trying to hold on. Any attempt to free yourself at this point would only make you bleed out faster and you refused to allow Sonny to find your dead body.

Your eyes opened at the sound of footsteps at the door of your apartment. You felt your heart rate increase substantially and began fearing the worst. Hector would be on his way towards you to finish you off. You were taking to long to die and he needed to leave. You gathered the courage to look up only to see your front door opening and Hector hiding in the nook beside it.  Things would’ve clicked if you hadn’t lost so much blood, but you still watched confused.

A gun poked it’s way through the door, opening it wide, and revealed the man you’d been waiting for this whole time. You would’ve prayed out loud if it didn’t take so much energy. You watched him scan the room before his eyes landed on you. Sonny’s eyes wide, already showing a large array of emotions, but his defensive stance didn’t falter. You felt a large sweep of relief overcome your body and a small twinge of hope that you might actually make it out of this.

You sat watching Sonny take another step into your apartment before you furiously shook your head, trying to signal that it wasn’t safe for him to enter. Hector had your blood stained knife in his hands, waiting for the perfect moment to attack and it was soon. Sonny ignored your warning and took another step forward before Hector quietly walked behind him.

“SONNY, BEHIND YOU,” you screamed as you saw the man launch towards your boyfriend. “SONNY!”

Your call was Hector’s queue to launch forward and begin slashing his knife every which way, trying to stab the man that had ruined his life. Sonny immediately turned towards his attacker and saw the knife in the air, charging towards him. Without a second thought, his training took center stage and he squeezed the trigger. The bullet entered Hector’s shoulder and caused him to take a step back. He tripped over his own feet and fell backwards, and his head briefly made contact with the counter-top, effectively knocking him out cold.

Sonny walked up to the man that was now laying on the ground and nudged him to make sure he was out. When he was confident that Hector wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, he turned to you and rushed to your side. He placed his hands on either side of your face, lifting your head to look at him. You were pale, you’d lost a lot of blood, and time wasn’t exactly in your favor. You saw Sonny, but it wasn’t clear. Your vision had begin to blur at an alarming rate.

“I’m so sorry, babe, I’m so sorry,” he stuttered as he used the knife to slice the tape. “I came as soon as I could, I should’ve- I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re here now,” you whispered as you watched him remove the rest of the tape. His shaky hands were now covered in both yours and Hector’s blood as he struggled to get a grip on the last piece.

“I’m gonna get you some help, I’ve got back-up on their way.” He removed the last piece of tape and returned to look at you. His hands lightly grazed your abdomen trying to assess the situation. You weren’t going to last much longer, but he wasn’t going to move you. In his mind he’d already made one mistake, not getting to you soon enough. He wasn’t going to aid in your demise, it would be the death of both you. He whispered I love you’s as he waited to hear any sign of back-up making its way down the hallway.

Steps began behind him and he turned around quickly, “it’s about time, it took you guys-” An unexpected blow hit him and slammed him against the wall. Hector Beckett stood in front of you, no longer focused on you. This was going to end, now. He landed another blow to Sonny’s cheek and threw him onto the floor.Your blurred boyfriend laid on the ground trying to push off the man blowing punches to any part of his body that could be reached. Each hit causing the air to expel out of his lungs against his control.

You sat in the chair, unsure of what to do. If you moved, you’d bleed out faster, but if you didn’t, Hector could win. You took a few moments and looked around the room and listened in for the back-up, but there was no sound other than Sonny gasping for air. Your sight landed on the table, Sonny’s gun sitting where he left it. You took a deep breath and gasped when you felt your muscles expand around your wound. You shook off the pain and stood up, reaching for the gun on the table.

You held the gun noticing how heavy it felt. You’d never held a gun before, let alone shoot one. Hell, you couldn’t even tell if the safety was off. But what you did know, was that neither you nor Sonny were going to die today. You wrapped both of your hands tightly around the base and allowed your forefinger to find the trigger.

“Get off of him,” your voice quivered.

“Or what? You’re gonna shoot me?”

You knew you were weak and you didn’t have time to waste. You squeezed the trigger, forcing your eyes open to watch Hector Beckett fall backwards yet again. He grasped his abdomen, before trying to stand up. You squeezed the trigger once more, this time stopping him in his tracks and collapsing to the floor.

You stayed cemented in place, feeling a numbness take over your body as Sonny rushed to your side.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), can you put the gun down for me? Doll, give me the gun.” He waited for you to look him in the eyes before nodding and removing your finger from the trigger and handing over the gun. He immediately unloaded the gun and placed it on the floor, before finding the wound on your stomach to apply pressure. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay,” he repeated to you over and over to not only convince you but himself as well.

The team began to rush into your apartment after hearing the shots, immediately checking Hector’s body for any signs of life. With a shake of the officers head, you felt the blood drain from your body. He was dead, you just took the life of a human being. The room began to fade as you reached towards Sonny’s hands on your stomach and fell to your knees.

“Sonny, I don’t-“ you coughed watching the blood pool around his hands. “I don’t feel so good.” You watched as Sonny’s figure above you began to fade more and more as the seconds passed.

“I need a medic in here now!” Sonny screamed to the officers that had herded into your apartment. “Stay with me, don’t close your eyes!”

You hadn’t intended on giving up this easily, but with every blink you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. Perhaps, this was your time to go. You’d saved Sonny and that’s all that mattered. The pain hadn’t faded, but you weren’t scared anymore. You felt the sense of calm rush over your body, similar to that of a much needed sleep, and looked at Sonny one last time before you allowed your eyes to close.

You were placed onto a stretcher and quickly brought out into the lobby and toward the ambulance that was waiting for this exact situation. Sonny hadn’t been more than a step away the entire path towards the ambulance. Olivia watched on as you loaded into the ambulance.

“Maybe this is finally enough to lock him up,” Sonny spat as he stepped into the ambulance. Olivia didn’t take it personally, knowing all too well that this was an emotional time for everyone.

The day Olivia had to inform the squad there wasn’t sufficient evidence to put Hector Beckett was one of the hardest of her career. She held onto the necklace draped around her neck, thinking about the situation she’d bee placed in. Perhaps God works in mysterious ways. Just because they couldn’t put him behind bars, doesn’t mean he didn’t eventually get what was coming to him.

Sonny felt the same way, but he’d never say it out loud. He only sat silently in the corner of the ambulance, allowing his mind to slip to the thought that if somehow he’d been able to find one more piece of solid evidence, if he’d done his job right, he wouldn’t be grasping your somewhat lifeless hand. His ears wouldn’t be ringing due to the shrill sirens blasting their way through the streets and he wouldn’t be looking down at your unconscious body through misty eyes praying that you’d make it out of this alive.

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“If you’re such a tough guy, then do it,” Fin tempted Sonny. 

“I will, I am,” Sonny said as he took out his phone. “I’m gonna do it right now.” 

Olivia and Amanda sat against the desk, as the scene that unfolded was the most action they’d seen all day. For the last week, Sonny had been talking about you non-stop. The joke you told at his Fordham Law study group, that you won a bet by scoring one point higher on your mid-term, oh and that he was secretly in love with you. Okay, so maybe he didn’t say that last part out loud, but he didn’t have to.

So after about the twentieth time he’d talked about you, Fin decided to take matters in his own hands and told Sonny to ask you out. So here he was, proving to his co-workers that he wasn’t scared to ask you out. He typed up a text message and sent send before he even had the chance to regret his actions. 

“There you happy? I did it,” Sonny said placing his phone down on the table. 

“Thank god,” Olivia huffed as he stood up to walk towards her office. “Now, can we can get back to work? There has to be paperwork you guys haven’t finished.”

“Whoa wait,” Amanda said stopping her superior. “We have to see what she says.” 

“Lieu’s right,” Sonny started. “We gotta get some work done, is anyone hungry? Let’s get a pie, I’m starving.” 

“Now you’re just avoiding the situation man,” Fin laughed from his desk. 

Sonny’s phone made a noise as it vibrated against the desk, he grabbed it quickly, almost too quickly, as he put in his password. Amanda and Fin looked on wide-eyed, waiting to hear your reply. With a smile and a nod, he looked held up his phone to show the text message. 

I thought you’d never ask.... Of course! 

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about man!” Fin stood up to shake his fellow detectives hand. “Come on, let’s go get that pizza to celebrate.” Amanda grabbed her jacket, as they made their way out of the precinct “Since I was the matchmaker, I’m gonna be your best man right?”