"this maybe the night that my dreams might let me know, that all the stars are closer."
special victims unit is no joke. but, when ella meets sonny, her world turns in a way she never expected it to.
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for the past month, i had been staying with my mom on staten island.
with my apartment being a crime scene and still having a couple of weeks before i could even think to be cleared for work, it was deemed a good option for now.
thinking about getting another apartment was the last thing i wanted to think about.
not only that, but sonny checks in every single day. he has called or texted me to check in, even though he's in the middle of the ridiculously challenging case. he even sent over a bunch of delicious treats from the best bakery on staten island when i was having a challenging day.
"hey, i'm headed out for a bit. you sure you're okay alone?" my mom asks, knocking at my old bedroom door. "i can stay or call nonna or one of your sisters or your brothers."
"im fine mama. don't bother anyone." i assure her. "i'm all good."
"okay." she reluctantly nods. "but if you need anything or something happens,"
"mom, i'm a cop. i got it." i reply. "but i will call yes."
she sends me a small smile walking out of the room.
pretty soon it was just me in my old house.
i had gone downstairs to make myself a quick lunch and watch some television when the doorbell rang.
i looked in the window and recognized the car in front of my house.
"well, well, well, i don't believe my eyes." i say as i open the door.
sonny smiles at me. "i know, me in staten island on a weekday is rare."
"your case brought you over here?"
"no, no. i, uh, i took the day."
"you took the day off to come to staten island?"
"yes. figured you could use some company."
"how very kind of you carisi." i say as i let him through the door. "i was just making some lunch."
"well, you might wanna put a pause on that." he replies.
he holds up a bag in his hand. "your favorite from manhattan."
"and that's why you're the best." i smile. "you wanna sit outside? it's feels nice out."
"i agree. i'll go get the plates and whatever we need."
