*How Sonny meets his S/O. Still a beat cop on SI.*

You remember the first time you looked into the bluest baby blues you had ever seen. It was the end of your fourth night shift. You were beyond exhausted and really annoyed with yourself that you agreed to pick up the extra shift, but you needed the money. At least it wasn’t busy in the ER tonight so you were able to work on some of your classwork for your Master degree. One more year and you would be a nurse practitioner.

You were sitting at the nurses station when a tall, lanky cop walked in with his partner and another man in cuffs that was limping. He came up to the desk. He had a big laceration above his right eye that would definitely need stitches. “Hey doll. Can ya help me please?” You rolled you eyes at the expression but grinned too. How could you not, it was kinda cute actually. Even with the porn-stache.

You told him to follow you to one of the exam bays and pulled the curtain. “I’m Officer Carisi, but all my friends call me Sonny.” You smirked and introduced yourself, “I’m Nurse Shanon, but all my friends call me Shanon. So how did this happen?”, you asked while cleaning the wound. He flinched and you blew on the cut. Which you never did, well not with a grown man.

“Well, we caught our friend out there trying to break into cars. When we confronted him, he ran. I took chase. When I tackled him, he started swinging. Got one good hit in and here I am talking to you.”

“Well Officer Carisi,” you started to say. “Please call me Sonny.” “OK Sonny, you smiled, looks like you’re going to need about 6 or 7 stitched to get this closed up.The doctor will be in shortly. I’ll come back when he is done and cover it for you.” “Good, so I’ll get to see you again”, he said and smiled. You grinned back and said “Yeah, guess it’s your lucky day.” He said “You got that right doll.”