Law and Order: SVU Imagines and Preferences

They come home injured from a case

Rafael Barba:
When Rafael comes home, you can tell something's wrong before he even speaks. He limps slightly as he walks through the door, his usually perfect suit jacket slung over his arm, his tie loosened, and a small patch of blood staining his shirt. You rush to his side, worry evident in your eyes. "Rafa, what happened?" you ask, already reaching out to support him as he winces and sits down on the couch. "It's nothing," he tries to brush it off, but his face betrays the pain he's feeling. "Just a rough day in court. One of the perps didn't take too kindly to a conviction." You kneel beside him, carefully peeling his shirt up to reveal a bruised and swollen side. "Rough day in court, huh?" you ask, voice thick with concern. "You need to go to the hospital." He shakes his head stubbornly, his hand gently cupping your cheek. "I'm fine, cariño. I just need to rest." But you're not convinced, and your stern look makes him sigh. "Alright, maybe just a quick checkup. For you," he concedes, letting you help him to his feet. Despite the pain, he can't help but smirk as you hover around him. "I don't know if I've ever seen you this worried about me," he teases lightly, trying to deflect. "I love you, Rafael," you say softly, your voice trembling slightly. His expression softens, and he pulls you into a gentle kiss, murmuring against your lips, "I love you too."

Sonny Carisi:
When Sonny stumbles through the door, his usually warm, bright energy is dimmed by exhaustion and pain. His jacket is gone, and there's a noticeable cut above his eyebrow, smeared with dried blood. You gasp, rushing to his side. "Sonny, what the hell happened?" He tries to give you one of his signature grins but winces as he does. "Hey, doll, no need to worry, I'm okay. Just a little run-in on the job." He waves off your concern, but his pained expression tells a different story. "This doesn't look like a 'little run-in,'" you say, grabbing a towel and gently dabbing at his forehead. "You need stitches." Sonny winces again but doesn't argue, leaning into your touch. "It's just part of the job, ya know? Comes with the territory." His tone is light, but you can see the strain behind his words. You carefully clean his wound, your hands trembling slightly. "I hate seeing you like this," you admit, eyes fixed on the gash. Sonny's hand covers yours, stilling your movements. "Hey, I'm alright, I promise. I'm tougher than I look," he jokes softly, trying to ease your worry. "I know, but that doesn't make it any easier," you whisper, your voice filled with emotion. He pulls you into a tight hug, despite his injuries, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'll always come home to you. No matter what," he murmurs, holding you close.

Olivia Benson:
When Olivia finally makes it home, she's moving slower than usual, her face drawn with fatigue. You spot the way she's holding her arm close to her side and rush to her, worry knotting your stomach. "Liv, what happened?" you ask, your eyes scanning her for injuries. She tries to give you a reassuring smile but it's strained. "Just a tough day. Things got...physical with a suspect," she says, wincing as she shifts her arm. You gently take her hand, leading her to the couch. "Let me see," you insist softly, your fingers already working to help her out of her jacket. She sighs, giving in as you reveal a nasty bruise spreading across her shoulder and upper arm. "You should've gone to the hospital," you scold, though your tone is more worried than angry. Olivia shakes her head. "I've had worse," she says, but the pain in her voice betrays her. "I don't care. You're going to rest now," you reply, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer and settling beside her. She watches you, a soft look in her eyes, even through the pain. "You're too good to me, you know that?" she murmurs, her good hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. You smile, pressing the ice pack to her shoulder gently. "That's because I love you, Liv. I don't want to see you hurt." She leans forward, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. "I love you too," she whispers, resting her head against your shoulder as you hold her close.

Amanda Rollins:
When Amanda walks through the door, you immediately notice the way she's cradling her side, her face pale and drawn with pain. "Amanda, what happened?" you ask, rushing to her as she leans heavily against the wall, trying to catch her breath. She waves you off weakly, but you're already pulling her over to the couch. "Nothing I couldn't handle," she mutters, wincing as she sits down. You lift her shirt carefully, revealing a deep bruise forming across her ribs. "This doesn't look like 'nothing,'" you say, your voice thick with concern. She sighs, leaning back against the cushions. "Things got messy. Suspect fought back harder than we expected," she admits, her voice tired. You gently press an ice pack to her side, making her hiss in pain. "You should've gone to the hospital," you say, frowning. Amanda gives you a small, tired smile. "You worry too much," she teases, though the pain in her voice is clear. "I worry because I love you," you reply, meeting her eyes. The teasing falls away from her expression, replaced with something softer. "I love you too," she murmurs, reaching out to take your hand. You sit beside her, letting her rest her head on your shoulder. "You don't have to do everything on your own, you know," you say quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. She sighs, closing her eyes. "I know. But old habits die hard." You stay with her, holding her hand as she finally relaxes, safe in your arms.