“Carisi.”
Sonny doesn’t turn around. His balance is never all that great, but it’s worse right now, standing on the ledge of his apartment building and staring down at the asphalt a dizzying number of stories below. It’d be so easy to pitch over the edge. Using his gun would be easier, but IAB took it from him while they investigate the death of the rapist that he tried to save, he really did. Sonny didn’t want to watch him fall to his death and bang his skull against concrete slopes. But he hadn’t been able to hold on.
“Carisi, listen to me. There are people who can help you.”
He still doesn’t dare turn to look at Sgt. Dodds because he knows he’ll back down if he does. Looking at the hazy streetlights and gathered crowd is easier. Let the public make a spectacle of this like they do everything else, even as they’re pushed out of the way by the NYPD trying to set up a fall mat or decide whether sending someone else up after him will do any good. Right now it’s just him and Dodds and the stars.
“You don’t have to do this. You have so much to live for, so much to offer the world. What about your family? Your sisters and your nieces?”
“They aren’t speaking to me right now,” Sonny says, his first words since he came up here. “I got in a fight with my dad and now… now the whole family is ignoring me.”
“It’ll pass. They still need you. And SVU needs you. You hold everyone together. It wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“There are better detectives who could take my place.”
He sways dangerously at his perch. Behind him, he hears the telltale crunch of Mike shuffling forward on the gravel rooftop. He’s trying to get close enough to yank him off the ledge, probably. If he falls, he’ll certainly die. Then this will all be over.
“Carisi. Sonny. C’mon. It doesn’t have to end like this. It gets better.”
Sonny almost steps backwards, back to safety, but a gust of wind catches him at the wrong moment and he slips.
*Heart ripped from chest and handed to me* didn’t need that pesky thing anyway
SVU addict 