Tag: sonny carisi x reader

Sonny grabbed your hand and pulled you into the laundry room, locking the door. “Sonny! What are you doing?” You questioned through a laugh.

“I just put Caroline down for a nap and put a movie in for the boys. We have about 10, 15 minutes tops before they come lookin’ for us.” He kissed you hard, then lifted you onto the washer.

He pushed your dress up as you undid his belt and zipper. Sonny pulled your hips closer and pushed your panties to the side. “Hold on doll, this is gonna hard and fast.”

Source: seex

L I S T E N you should write me a lil something about pegging sonny pls ❤️ I will love you forever – 🦔

//Okay. Here we go. Hope this is not horrible…//

One of the many things you loved about Sonny was is openness and willingness to try new things. The two of your had experimented sexually so you weren’t surprised when Sonny asked you to watch the video.

“Okay, so uh, this is a bit more than what we’ve done in the past but-” he gave you a nervous smile.

“Sonny just play the video.” He scratched the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous. The way he was acting only piqued your curiosity.

Sonny tapped the screen of his tablet and the video started playing. A man was lying on the bed, naked. A woman entered the scene, you could only see her from behind. When she turned you saw the strap-on. 

The video finished and both of you were quiet for a minute. “Pegging?” Raising your eyebrows. “this is what you want to try?” Reaching over you paused the video.

“Listen. I know it’s a bit hardcore. I know. So I get it- I mean I’m not ga- I just sometimes, I need to let someone take control…”

Shushing Sonny with a finger to his lips, you nodded. “I know, Sonny. I’m not worried about that.” He gave you a relieved look. “I am always open to try new things. If this is something you feel like you need, I’m in.”

[To: Sonny 5:30PM] It came!

[From: Sonny 5:32PM] It?

[To: Sonny 5:32PM] THE it. You the “it “ we’ve been waiting for…

[From: Sonny 534PM] ohhhh… that it! I’ll be home in a little bit!

You were waiting for Sonny when he got home. 

You were waiting for Sonny when he got home. “Hi. Welcome home, babe.” Wrapping your arms around his waist, you gave him a hug. He squeezed you back.

“Thanks, doll. Was a long day. Always better when I come home to you.” His lips kissed the crown of your head. “Really need this…”

Leaning back, you looked up at Sonny and smiled. “Well, let’s get you taken care of, shall we?”

When you entered the bedroom, Sonny was lying on the bed, already naked and hard. “Well, well, well Detective. What have we here?”

Sonny grasped his hard cock on his hand and started stroking. His eyes were hooded with lust, desire. Sonny dragged his gaze from your face down your body stopping at waist level.

In turn, you stroked the dildo that was strapped to you as you walked over to the bed. “Lay back and relax, babe. I’m going to take very good care of you.” Running a finger down his cheek. “Remember, if something is uncomfortable, or you don’t like what’s going on, what’s our safe word?”

“Granola. I’ll be okay. We’ve worked up to this, and I trust you. I love you, Y/N.” His eyes were sincere.

“I love you too, Sonny.” You climbed on the bed and pulled Sonny’s legs over yours, you sitting and Sonny lying down but facing one another. The lube was cold from the bottle, so you warmed it between your hands first. “Hold on to the headboard.”

Sonny nodded and grabbed the headboard. He elicited a low moan when you started stroking his cock. A cocky grin crossed your lips. Lining up you pressed gently against his opening. Slowly you pushed the dildo inside him, while still stroking him.

“Oh God. Tha-fuck!”, Sonny exclaimed. Sonny slowly moved up and down on the dildo while your hand quickly pumped his hard cock. His pace stayed slow and deep. “Ohhh…doll, just right…”

Once you knew he was comfortable, you instructed him to get on his hands and knees after you pulled out of him. He did as told. “Ready babe?”

“Yeah. I’m ready.”  He held himself up with one arm, while his other hand returned to stroking his long cock. “Ohhhhhh…..”

“Yeah. You like that baby.” You grasped his hips and pounded into him. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m- I’m gonna cum….fuck!” Sonny’s seed spilled out of him onto the bed as you slammed into him one last time. The only sounds in the room were you and Sonny’s heavy breathing. You pulled out and took the strap-on off.

Sonny turned over smiling at you and pulled you into his arms. “Thanks, doll. That was what I needed.” He traced his fingers over your skin. “Now, let’s take care of you”, he commanded as he ran his fingers through your wet folds.

“She had four normal, uncomplicated pregnancies. Then at seven months, she goes into pre-term labor, that the doctor was thankfully able to stop.” Sonny’s face was etched with worry and frustration as he sat down across from Amanda. “Doctor doesn’t know why it happened. She’s on bedrest for the remainder of the pregnancy. If somethin’…they’re my world ya know.“

Source: dailypeterscanavino

Could we get some Sonny x Reader smut in his old bedroom where Caroline was conceived? Did anyone hear them? I imagine it was hard to stay quiet. Sonny seems like a moaner and talker. LOL!

The annual Carisi 4th of July party was in full swing. Kids running, adults conversing and laughing, Sonny and his Dad were debating charcoal vs gas grill. 
Bella sat down beside you on the deck, while her daughter played with Ethan and Nicholas. “Ma on your case for another grandbaby?”

You raised your eyebrows, wondering how she knew. Nodding your head, you sipped your margarita.

“Probably wondering how I know? Cause she’s on me too.” She shook her head. “I told her one and done.” She swiped her hand through the air.

“Yeah. She has been on me for almost two years now. Today she even squeezed out a couple tears.” 

 “Woman needs a hobby, Jesus Christ.” The two of you burst into giggles. Sonny turned toward the sound of your laughter. You and Bella gave him a little wave. “What does Sonny say about having another kid?”

“We decided four is good. Nice even number. God I need another drink.”

“Please tell me you guys are staying the night.” Bella pleaded.

 “Absolutely. Now c’mon. Let’s go get another margarita.” Bella slid her arm through yours as you headed inside. 

The Carisi house was the place to watch fireworks from in the whole neighborhood. Everyone moved chairs and blankets out to the large front lawn. Ryan and Thomas sat with Mia, while NIcholas amd Ethan sat with Sonny’s Mom and Dad. 

Sonny wrapped his arms around you from behind as you sat between his knees. “You and Bella seemed to be having fun earlier.” 

“Just commiserating with one another. Sister-in-law, girl things”, you patted Sonny’s leg. Grinning you thought about the conversation you and Bella had. It was good to have her as friend. Someone that understood the crazy Carisi’s.

After the fireworks, everyone headed back to the house. Sonny carried both Nicholas and Ethan since they fell asleep during the fireworks, how you’ll never know. All the kids were sleeping in the family room. Blankets and pillows scattered the room, the rest of the kids were out quick. 

You and Sonny were staying in his old room. Thankfully he had a full size bed. “Crap. I didn’t pack myself PJ’s.” Pushing the clothes around the bag you packed for you and Sonny. “Well at least I have clean underwear for tomorrow.”

“Wear my T-shirt.” He pulled it over his head and tossed it to you. He eyed you while you stood in just your bra and panties. “Or, and this is just an idea”, Sonny waved his hand around non-chalant, “sleep naked.”

“Sonny, no. Your parents bedroom is right across the hall”, your eyes followed him as he stalked around the bed to you. 

“Then we’ll have to be extra quiet, won’t we?” Sonny brushed his fingers down your cheek, before slipping his hand behind your neck. He pulled you in for a gentle but scorching kiss. His hands moved to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms. 

Grasping his arms you pulled him on top of you on the bed. The bed creaked and groaned in protest. You covered your mouth to supress a giggle. Sonny grinned down at you. “Shhh..” he admonished you. His hands slid down your sides, tugging your panties down your legs. You raised your hips to accomodate. 

He kissed his way back up your body. “Ahhh, babe.” Your hands tangled in his hair. You wrapped your legs around his middle. Using your heels, you pushed his boxers of his hips. Hands roamed his back, pulling him to you. Soft, wet kisses trailed up his neck to his mouth. 

Sonny lined himself up with your entrance, pushing through you wet folds to your core. He moaned. Loud. “Oh Jesus”, he hissed through his teeth. His hips started thrusting. 

“Sonny. Mmmm…God.” You pressed your heels into his lower back, encouraging him to go faster and harder. Trying to be quiet and knowing people were feet away made it more risque and hot. It was getting harder to be quiet, so you buried your face into Sonny’a neck and shoulder.

“Doll, you fell amazing…God!” He moaned into your mouth. “I’m not- Jesus..”

That familiar pull deep in your belly spread like fire through your body. “Ahh, Sonny, I’m. Oh God!”, you said through clenched teeth. Your body responded like it always did with Sonny. 

“Oh my God!” Sonny bit down on you shoulder to stay quiet. His hips thrust a couple more times before he emptied himself inside you. The two of you stilled, catching your breath. He kissed your lips. 

“And you told me to be quiet. Should’ve taken your own advise”, grinning up at him. 

“Well, maybe I’ll do better this time.” He rolled you over to straddle his hips

Sonny was the last to come down stairs for breakfast the next morning. “Morning babyboy”, Sonny’s mom reached up and ruffled his already mussed up hair. “How’d you sleep?” She turned and went into the kitchen.

“Mornin’ doll”, he kissed the top of your head. You handed him a hot mug of coffee which he took gratefully.

“Yeah little brother. I know I kept hearing weird sounds most of the night. I think they were coming from your room.” Teresa winked at you.

“I didn’t hear a thing”, Sonny said and narrowed his eyes. He leaned against the bar next to you.

“Hmmm…now that you mention it, I did hear something”, Gina chimed in. “Sounded like praying.”

That was it. A peal of laughter escaped from your lips and spread around the room. Sonny rolled his eyes. “So immature.” Sonny remarked.

“Hey what’s so funny?” Sonny’s mom asked, smiling as she placed a plate of pancakes on the counter.

“Just talking about Sonny’s religious experience last night, Ma”, Teresa said causing everyone to laugh, even Sonny.

Here we go again…

“Okay boys, Mama’s going to he potty. I’ll be right back.” Jonesy was right behind you as you sprinted up the stairs. He slippped in the door just before you closed it. “Ever heard of privacy?” Jonesy sat and wagged his tail.

By now you were a gold medalist in speed peeing, and taking pregnancy tests. You sat the test on the counter then washed hands, The test was really just a . Being a week late, you were never late, in addition to morning sickness that lasted all day, moodiness, and tender breasts it wasn’t a surprise.

“Well that was anti-climatic” your voice laced with sarcasm. “Damn you Sonny Carisi and your over zealous sperm”, you mumbled to yourself. Glancing at Jonesy, you grinned. He had always been one of the first to know you were pregnant. “Ready for another Carisi to look after?” He barked in response and wagged his tail. You knelt down and hugged him, “our secret right now, okay boy?” 

Opening the bathroom door, Jonesy ran out in search of the boys. Plopping down on the bed, you placed a hand on your belly. You were maybe five weeks. July 4th, Staten Island, stayed at his parents house, in Sonny’s childhood room…a giggle escaped and you covered your mouth. 

It’s wasn’t your fault. You’re husband was smoking hot, and couldn’t keep your hands off him. It was the same for him. Thinking of his hands ghosting up your cool skin, his lips peppering kisses along your neck as your hands were tangling in his greying hair. Your hands traveled slowly up your body…

“Whatcha doin’ doll?” Sonny’s voice was laced with humor. 

Your eyes flew open ‘speaking of the devil’, you thought to yourself. A blush crept across your cheeks as you gaze turned to met his. “Huh? Ahem. Nothing. Just resting my eyes. Kinda tired”,you explained, pushing yourself to a sitting position. “You’re home early”, you remarked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah. Wrapped up paperwork, no new cases. I’m gonna clean up.” He turned to enter the bathroom, “oh, uh, if you need help finishing the “nothing” you were doing, let me know.” He gave you a wink and smirked.

You rolled your eyes and fell back on the bed. ‘Oh no the test!’ “Sonny wait-”

“Is this yours?” He was holding the test up when he walked out of the bathroom, face questioning. 

“Would it help if I said no?” Biting your lip, your gaze went to your entertwied fingers.

He pressed his lips together, tilting his head to the side. “C’mon, Y/N.”

“Of course it’s mine, Sonny. I must have messed up my ovulation schedule somehow. I know we didn’t plan on having another-”

Sonny walked to you, took your hand and pulled you up from the bed. “Stop.” He gently kissed your lips, then touched his forehead to yours. “You didn’t make this baby by yourself. It takes two to tango,” 

You giggled, “That is does.So you’re not mad then?” 

“Mad? How can I be mad? Just a little surprised. I love being a dad and we make a pretty great team. Plus maybe this time we’ll have a girl”, Sonny mused and pulled you in for hug.

“Yeah, this house could use a little more estrogen. Even the dog is boy for heavens sake.” Sonny’s chest rumbled with laughter. 

“You know”, you leaned back, loosened his tie, “I’m pretty sure we conceived this one at your parents, in your old bedroom.” You gave him a wry grin.

He laughed, “well isn’t that somethin’. Tried to get a girl in there all through high school, never happened. But when I finally do, I knock her up.”

“Oh my gosh Sonny, You are something else”, playfully smacing his chest.

“C’mon, doll. Let’s go make dinner for the Carisi mob.” Sonny took your hand. leading you back down the stairs.  

carisi-dreams:

takes place after mia is assaulted and a month or so before this

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You heard the front door shut gently and you turned over in bed and frowned a little. Sleep was still weighing you down heavily, but you roused yourself enough to listen to Sonny moving around the living room. He had gotten a call from his niece right before he was headed home, shooting you a quick text message so you didn’t wait up, and you listened to his footsteps in the otherwise quiet apartment.

When he didn’t head to the bedroom after a few minutes you shook yourself again, already drifting back into sleep, and fumbled with your phone on the nightstand to look at the time. You squinted against the brightness of the screen and sighed heavily when you saw the time. It was late, later than you had guessed, and you made yourself push away the sheets so that you could twist out of bed and find Sonny.

You bumped into the edge of the dresser, more out of fatigue than not being able to see, and you winced and grumbled under your breath. Continuing down the hall you brought a hand up to rub at your eyes, trying to force yourself into a semblance of alertness, and ran a quick hand over your hair. Sonny wouldn’t care who you looked like, but it was force of habit to want to look good for him.

When you came to the end of the hall and rounded the corner you saw him sitting stiffly in one of the kitchen chairs. It was pulled up to the table and he gripped a whiskey tumbler in a white knuckled grasp that you could see even from across the room. Everything about his posture conveyed that he was in control, no defeated slump of his shoulders in sight, but it was the look on his face that succeeded in waking you up fully.

He looked haunted and his expression flickered between remorse, anger, and guilt so quickly it was like someone was fanning the pages of a book. You made a small noise to alert him to your presence and he startled before shuttering his emotions. Making your way over to the table you drew up a chair and pulled it right alongside him so that your knees brushed his thigh.

He was still completely dressed and you reached out slowly for the necktie around his neck. When Sonny didn’t pull away you began to unknot it, loosening it and then pulling it off slowly before folding it neatly and placing it on the table to your right. Sonny was still silent and you brought up a hand to the side of his face, thumbing over his eyebrow gently as you let him think.

“I did something wrong,” Sonny finally said in a paper thin voice. His gaze was fixed on the glass in front of him and you let your hand drift up to his hairline to run your fingers through it slowly. You made a noise for him to go on and you saw his grip on the glass tighten more before he released it all together and sat back in his seat.

“Mia was raped,” he said in a heavy tone. You frowned a little. You already knew that. Sonny had told you a couple of days ago about what had happened to her, Teresa reaching out, the school’s decision, but there was something about his tone that didn’t make it seem like he was just repeating himself.

“In December,” you filled in smoothly. “That’s not your fault, Sonny. It’s not your fault Teresa just told you about it n—” you went on.

“No,” Sonny interrupted harshly and you let your mouth shut with a click. He swallowed hard and offered you a quick apologetic glance before dropping his eyes back to the table. “She…she told me she wasn’t raped then. She made it up so her roommate wouldn’t be mad at her, then it spun out of control…she didn’t know what to do. I told her—I told her,” Sonny paused to clear his throat and you focused on keeping your face neutral.

“I told her she had to make it right. She destroyed this boy’s life, you know? Kicked out of college and all that…I told her she needed to at least apologize. I—I should have thought it out clearer. I was just so mad. I dragged Lieu into this and Teresa was all but blaming me for there not being enough evidence. Of course if she had told me back when—” he cut himself off with a disgusted expression before it smoothed back out.

“I told her to apologize. So she invited him over to her dorm and tried to do that and he raped her. For real,” Sonny looked up into your eyes finally. “He raped her because I told her she had to make it right. Now no one will believe her and he’ll probably get off. I don’t know what to do. I—and I told her not to say anything. To not say the first time wasn’t rape unless she was explicitly asked. I don’t know what to do. She’s my niece and I didn’t protect her and I don’t know how to make this right.”

You scooted closer to him and grabbed his hand in your free one. For a moment it looked like he was going to shake out  of your grip, but when he didn’t you tightened your fingers.

“This isn’t your fault,” you started lowly. Sonny shook his head hard and opened his mouth, but you kept going. “This isn’t your fault, Sonny. It isn’t. There was no way for you to know he would react like that, and you were right that she needed to make it right. It’s not your fault Teresa didn’t call you when this was first going on. This is not your fault.”

Sonny didn’t look like he believed you and you searched his expression for something to grab a hold of. His bottom lip trembled a little before he clenched his jaw and looked away.

“What if it had been our daughter?” he asked harshly. You were taken aback and dropped the hand from the side of his face to his arm. “If it had been our daughter I told to apologize and she’d been raped, would you still say it wasn’t my fault? I wanted to protect her and I didn’t think clearly and I just dug the hole deeper.”

“You need sleep, Dominick,” you replied firmly and now he did pull out of your grasp.

“You agree with me,” he muttered in a sour tone and you shook your head insistently.

“No, I don’t,” you said harshly in a loud voice. It cut through the quietness abruptly and you pulled back. “No, I don’t. It wouldn’t be our daughter, because I have every reason to believe that she would tell her dad the truth,” you told him. He looked back at you with a hint of desperation and you continued.

“She’s going to trust you and know that she can come to you, no matter what. But if—if—for whatever reason she found herself in a similar position and she was assaulted, I’d never blame you. And neither would she. I’d blame the bastard who did it and then I’d do everything in my power to get him locked up.” Your tone brokered no argument and Sonny sagged back into his chair, letting his head fall into his hands.

“You mean that?” he asked in a muffled voice.

“Absolutely,” you answered firmly as you wrapped your arms around him. “But you’re going to have to kick the smoking before we have any babies,” you said lightly.

“Was Teresa. She smokes when she’s stressed,” Sonny replied with his head still in his hands.

“No reason for you to lie to me,” you told him in a neutral tone and he shuddered before pulling back and looking you in the eye as he licked his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t know why I lied. Guess I’m on a roll.” He gave a self deprecating shake of his head and you framed his face between your hands.

“None of that. No shame, but no secrets, either? Okay?” you asked him earnestly. He nodded and leaned forward a little and you met him halfway in a soft kiss.

“Okay. Okay. I’m sorry,” he breathed again against your mouth and you kissed him one more time before standing.

“C’mon. Let’s get you to bed. We can figure everything else out in the morning.”

themountainlaurel:

Soor Ploom // @jilliant

[To: Sonny 9:35AM] She’s crawling! I’m going to cry. Our last baby. ❤😟

[From: Sonny 9:37AM] I figured that was comin’. She was doing the rocking back and forth thing the other day. And…it doesn’t have to be our last baby…😉

[To: Sonny 9:40AM] You shut your mouth Dominick Carisi! Jr.! This uterus is out of order!

[From: Sonny 9:41AM] Haha! Just sayin’. Love ya doll. ❤ XOXO

therandomfics:

Ask Me Anything

You had been a social worker for two years now, all grown up and living in your own apartment in the busy and chaotic New York City. You were from a smaller, much less travelled area but went to school for your Bachelors and Masters at Hudson, and never left. The job wasn’t easy but it was rewarding, and you had been blessed to find a position outside of working for the State. From your graduating class, only a small handful had managed to avoid the doldrums of foster care cases, dismissed and thrown to the wayside until the child was 18.

Anytime you managed to find time to visit your friends from Hudson, you were reminded of how lucky you had gotten with your career. Of course, they might have found shit positions and mediocre pay, but they had found something more important – love. You preferred to tell yourself that they weren’t as happy as they seemed, but social media didn’t help qwell your jealousy at all. At least you could always busy yourself with work, right? Distractions were beneficial.. sometimes.

It was Friday. You were excited to leave the office, grab some takeout on the way home and hole up in the apartment for the weekend. The phone on your desk flashed and the receptionist, Anna, called out.

“Y/N. Miss Gardella?” She asked, correcting her greeting.

“Hi, Anna, what’s up?”

She sighed and you could hear the frown on her face. “I need you to come up front please. It’s.. well, please just come here.”

Hopping up and slipping your shoes back on, you walked to the lobby. Anna, biting her freshly manicured nails, turned to you and frowned.

“I’m sorry. You’re the only one here and this kid just wandered in, said his mother had an appointment here and he’s been waiting by the bus stop for her. It’s nearly 6pm, and our last patient left at 4:30.” Her brown eyes were welling with tears as you patted her arm and motioned for her to go back to her desk.

The little boy looked to be about 8, with carrot hued hair and a slew of freckles across his face. He sat kicking his feet, staring up at the television that was playing a loop of Dumbo.

“Hey, Buddy,” you said gently, sitting down across from him. “What’s your Mom’s name? I can call her if you want?”

It should have been easy – get a name, make a call, maybe he wandered off and she was frantic. But, no, that couldn’t be possible. His mom wasn’t a patient, and the amount of dirt on his clothing implied he hadn’t been home in a while. A few cuts, a lot more bruises, and the incessant grumbling from his stomach weren’t leaving you much choice. After half an hour, you locked the door to the office and told the little boy – James – he could stay and finish Dumbo, and Anna sat with the boy and gave him a bottle of water and several packs of graham crackers. The sounds of a circus faded as you walked back to your office. Leaning against the wall with your phone pressed to your ear, you waited for an answer.

“Special Vicitims Unit, Detective Carisi.”

“Hi, Detective. My name is Y/N Gardella. I’m a social worker at The Wellspring Center here in Manhattan. There’s a child here who just wandered in, seems like he’s had a rough day at the very least. I.. don’t think calling CPS will be too helpful on a Friday night…” you trailed off and stared at the diploma hanging on the wall. All of that schooling and you didn’t know how to explain yourself.

“Mrs. Gardella, I can be there in fifteen – maybe twenty minutes. Thanks for the call,” he said, and hung up.

“Miss,” you muttered in correction and shoved your phone in your pocket.

As promised, the Detective arrived in about 15 minutes. You granted him access to the office and thanked him for being so quick.

“James,” you began, and knelt down in front of the child. “This is Mr. Carisi. He’s going to help us find your Momma, okay?”

The boy only nodded, but grabbed at your sweater as you stood up and tried to walk away. It was flattering that he felt comforted by you, but you had zero experience in your current situation. You administered psychological testing, and rarely spoke with patients outside of delivering test results.

“Looks like you’re staying with us, Mrs. Gardella,” the Detective said with a small smile.

“Miss.” You offered him a return of emotion and sat down, allowing James to crawl into your lap immediately. He nuzzled his face against your chest and left a smear of muddy graham cracker where his cheek rested.

The Detective went through a laundry list of questions. Age, last name, Mom’s appearance, phone number, school, anything. The youngster provided solid answers and the Carisi relayed them to his Commanding Officer, a Lieutenant on the other end of the phone. Turned out, Mom was a junkie and Dad was doing hard time out of state for something undisclosed. Carisi took the boy with him and promised to keep you updated on the situation. You thanked him and locked up, finally heading home. So much for a cozy night in.

That night, you called your Mom and chatted for a while, then cried yourself to sleep.

Several days passed. No word about the child. Of course, legally they weren’t obligated to inform you of anything, but you hoped someone would call. Maybe Carisi would? You rolled your eyes at the thought – why did you let your mind wander? You didn’t even know him. He could be married. He could be gay. Maybe he was a terrible person. There was no point in fantasizing about a handsome NYPD Detective.

“Y/N,” Anna whispered, slipping into your office and shutting the door. “That hot cop is back! I told him you didn’t have any more appointments and he wants to follow up about the kid.”

You nodded and bit your lip. “Right. Well, send him in. And don’t call him a hot cop – that’s so disrespectful.”

Anna rolled her eyes and let out a laugh before she disappeared back down the hall. A moment later, the Detective stood in your door way, asking to come in.

“Detective,” you greeted and stood up. You waved him in and met him halfway, offering your hand to shake his. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been thinking about you.” You stopped and dropped his hand. “I mean the situation from Friday. Is he ok?” You waved your hand towards the chairs in front of your desk and then sat back down.

“That’s why I’m here,” he replied and sank down into one of the plush leather chairs. “I can’t say too much, but we found his mother and the situation wasn’t gonna work. He’s not gonna stay with her. We called CPS, got him into emergency foster care and..”

You leaned forward and rested your elbows on your desk. “And…”

“I called to check on him and he ran away. Hasn’t been there since Sunday night. Been missing three days now.” He furrowed his brow and sighed. “Sometimes this fucking job..”

“I’m sure,” you sympathized with a frown. He looked so miserable.

“I’m sorry. Hey look, I gotta get back to work but thanks for being decent and calling.” He flashed a smile and stood up, buttoning his suit jacket.

“Detective,” you felt like you were going to vomit. “How do you handle it? Isn’t it impossible? How do you go in every day knowing it’s like James or worse?”

He laughed – though you knew you weren’t funny – and headed for the door. “I can’t answer that now, but I get off at 7 granted there’s no new case. Can-“

“Yes.”

“Good. Then you can ask me anything at 7.”

Read this series…just amazing!!