She’s a child. Barely sixteen. There’s baby fat thick on her cheeks, freckles on the bridge of her nose, a young lilt to her voice as she begs for her life. Why would someone take out a hit on a girl so young and innocent? Maybe it would be easier if she did something, or Nick thought she did. All he had been told was that she had to die.
“Please, mister, I’ll do whatever you want-“
If that’s not heartbreaking, he doesn’t know what is. She should be in class right now, not sitting on the bed of this hotel room, struggling as Nick holds her wrist still with latex-gloved fingers. Make it look like a suicide, he had been told. It would be cowardly to look away, but it’s too hard look at her face, so he just watches the stolen kitchen knife dig in and listens to her sob. He does her other arm, crookedly like it was cut by her non dominant hand. Then he slides the handle into her weak, twitching fingers. She’s just a child.
The entire way back home, Nick sees her terrified, too young face.
NO MY BABY
He did it because it’s his job, yes. By the time Sonny dies, Peter pretty much owns Nick and frequently makes a point of terrorizing him when he pisses him off. When usual tactics started to fail, Peter escalated to assigning Nick this job because he knew it would be upsetting and cause Nick to do something rash
okay what happens after he meets up with dodds?
You check the peephole when you hear knocking before you open it. It’s Nick, barely able to hold himself up, and a man dressed in what looks like a uniform with some kind of insignia on the breast pocket. The man is holding Nick upright by the collar of his shirt. You’re quick to open the door.
“Christ, Nicky, you scared the crap out of me,” you say, ushering him inside. You smile at the man. “Thanks for bringing him home.”
“My pleasure, Miss. Michael sends his regards.”
Then he walks back to the street and you’re left with Nick, who barely manages to stumble to the couch and collapse on the cushions. You reach for him, but before you say anything he covers his face and starts sobbing. You’ve only seen him like this a handful of times, and they were all after traumatic incidents. When you reach for him, he pulls away and tells you to get away from him.
“Nicky…”
“I don’t deserve you. Leave me the fuck alone.”
I’m too soft for this shit. (but I literally can’t stop reading)
So between this and the new Sonny fic, I. Am. Shook.
SVU addict 