This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine

This little light of mine...

- You know, Rafael, that case with the judge was tough

Sonny's fingers were flying over his phone,

- But then I thought of you, who got called a Spanish dandy.

" Counselor! "

He jumped slightly before abruptly closing his phone, hiding the screen from the young woman who had just entered his office, without knocking as usual.

"Kat..." sighed Sonny, "Why embarrass yourself with formalities, when you don't even have the courtesy to knock before entering."

"It's not as if your office door isn't always open, Sonny," the young detective replied with a sneer.

Sonny couldn't hold back his own smile. Curiously, despite her perpetual impertinence and her overflowing energy, which reminded him of his own before the weight of his ADA load was on his shoulders, he finally got along with the young woman.

"Okay, okay, what brings you here?" Sonny replied, opening a small bottle of pepto, the only remedy that soothed his stomach those days. He was about to bring the bottle to his lips when Kat stopped him.

"Stop with that, what you need is a real meal, and in an environment other than your office. So you hurry up and give me my warrants, I'll bring them to the precinct and we'll meet at Forlini's for lunch."

"Kat... I don't have time."

"That's the excuse we use to justify ourselves. You don't have time, you take it."

Sonny showed her the stack of files on his desk and the chart of case assignments outside the office, the longest list being under Sonny's name. He raised an eyebrow, "Does that sound like an excuse to you?"

"Sonny... whether you take 45 minutes to eat or not, they'll always be there. Come on, you look exhausted, you need that break."

Sonny didn't let her beg him longer, because he really was in a perpetual state of exhaustion at the moment, not to mention this feeling of melancholy that had been chasing him since he had seen a certain lawyer again. But he didn't linger on the subject, he had become good at ignoring what was making him think too much.

"All right... but no longer."

"I promise!" Kat just patted him on the shoulder, "You'll see what good it'll do you." Then she clapped her hands and went, "Well, where are those warrants?"

Sonny handed her the warrants, and on a " See you later, don't forget!" the young detective left as she had come, in a gust of wind. Sonny could not hold back a smile again while shaking his head.

He was still surprised by the friendship he had been sharing with Kat. It had taken them some time to understand each other. Sonny saw too much of himself in her, and she didn't understand how he could make certain decisions after being a cop.

But, in one of their last cases, when they had gotten into another fight, Sonny asked her why she didn't like him. Kat gave an honest answer, and that's what Sonny had been missing since he became an ADA. He felt like everyone was treading warily with him, even Olivia. But Kat wasn't. No doublespeak, just the pure truth. And later, instead of blaming him like he thought she would, she came to assure him otherwise.

Finally, after the case against Judge Gallagher, when the two of them had lingered at Forlini's, they had talked and shared a lot of things, and since then, even though they often argued professionally, they had put things in perspective, and it was the first time that Sonny felt so close to someone again. So as he closed the door of his office behind him on his way to meet her, he was looking forward to this little break, like someone who saw a single ray of sunshine in the middle of a thick fog.