uhhh okay listen so this isn’t Nick fucking up, but it’s the event that causes him to. And the photo referenced is the one of Nick bruised and facedown on the bed//
“What is this?”
Sonny throws the picture down in front of you and tries to keep himself from panicking too hard. He doesn’t want to think about what he’s looking at but he can’t help it. In his mind loops a stream of self deprecation because if he had gone after Nick, if he had tried to help him sooner, this wouldn’t have happened.
“It was dropped off yesterday, I didn’t want you to see it because-”
“You should have told me,” Sonny interrupts. “I’m going after him.”
You stand up with him. “Not alone, and not now. I have a plan, Sonny, just wait a few days.”
“I can’t. Stay here. Don’t open the door, don’t use the internet, don’t get close to the windows. Be safe, doll, I’m bringing Nicky home.”
For a moment you look like you’re going to argue, but something on his face must dissuade you because instead you kiss his cheek and sit back down on the couch. He makes sure to check his holster before he leaves, getting to the address he wishes he didn’t know.
Before he knows it, he’s standing in front of tall and imposing gates. There’s a trapdoor to the right for smuggling, one that won’t be guarded right now because it’s just starting to get dark. Sonny swallows his pride and kneels in the dirt to scrabble for it and get down into the tunnel to make his way underneath the gate, wall, and guards. It goes for a few feet before abruptly stopping at a ladder to get back up to ground level.
He climbs out right by the wall and starts checking windows without the curtains drawn. Most show Mike’s men standing around or drinking or playing what looks like poker, but towards the backside of the house, he finds the bedrooms. He passes under Mike’s with his heart thudding in his chest, looking carefully until he sees Nick a few rooms down sitting on the edge of his bed. An apology on the tip of his tongue, he raps against the window once, twice, three times. It catches Nick’s attention, thankfully, and Sonny watches his expression flicker from alarm to surprise to confusion to anger and back again. With a harsh shove, he manages to open the window and lean out of it to talk to Sonny.
“What the hell are you doing here, Carisi?”
“I’m here to help.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “I have a job here, with someone who doesn’t keep shit from me. Mike trusts me and he takes care of me-”
“Then why haven’t you talked to (y/n)?” That catches him off guard. “He keeps making excuses, right? For why you can’t? And he doesn’t let you go outside the house. And he makes decisions for you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“And the- what he did to you. What he’s doing to you. I’m really sorry, Nicky, I get it if you hate me but please, you have to let me help you get out.”
His voice is starting to crack in accompaniment with the tears burning at his eyes. Sonny swipes them away quickly because he hates crying and definitely won’t be caught doing it now. He needs to be able to help, he needs to get Nick out because all he can see is that picture and its implications and why won’t Nick just come with him.
“What do you mean ‘what he’s doing to me?’“ Nick asks.
“Please, please, come home. Or at least get out of here. It’s not safe, you’re going- he- Nicky, Nicky, come home, please, you have to…”
Nick shakes his head, but his face is troubled. “Go home and take care of our girl before Mike catches you here.”
He shuts the window.
C’mon Nicky!
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