It’s after one in the morning in New York City, but the sidewalk in front of this block of brownstones is the picture of serenity. Save the one harried looking, late twenty-something, trying to hold their briefcase closed under their arm while holding onto a warrant and a pen with thick winter gloves.
She finds the one she’s looking for, and walks up the steps before knocking on the door. She’s surprised there’s only a few seconds before the door opens. Only the man who answers is not the one she’s expecting. He’s taller, blonder, with more grey hair. He’s wearing a suit, but the jacket is gone, the vest is open, and the sleeves of his opaque white shirt are rolled up to his elbows. Plus, half his shirt buttons are undone.
“Can I help you?” He asks, leaning against the doorjamb.
“Uh…” she blinks a few times. “I’m looking for Judge Barba? I need him to sign a warrant?”
“Oh, I know who you are. You the fresh face for the Manhattan ADA’s office?”
“Uh, I guess.”
“Yeah. A’right, wait here.” He says, though it comes out as ‘hea’ because of his accent. She waits, all the while trying not to shudder too badly from the cold. She’s sure after what feels like ten minutes but what’s probably five that she’s being ignored. But then the door wrenches open and the man she’s looking for appears, wrapped up in a silk robe that she’s sure is doing nothing against the cold.
“What is it?”
“I need you to sign this.” She thrusts the paper and pen at him. He takes it.
“What is it?”
“A warrant to search the financial records of St. Michael’s Church and all it’s property, including those of the adjacent schools.”
“One week into the new year and you’ve already lost your Christmas spirit?” He asks, but there’s no question there. He grabs the pen and leans on the inside wall.
“You know I spent over a decade of my life as an ADA? But I never understood how intrusive home visits are until I became a judge.” He clicks the pen and hands it back with the signed paper. “Here, go with God.”
And just like that, the door is closed, and she’s left in the freezing cold. She knows she shouldn’t, but still she steps over to look in through the glass of the front door. She watches as the tall man walks beside the judge, resting a hand on his back as they head up the stairs.
So many questions. None of which can be answered while she’s stood shivering on their front steps. But maybe tomorrow when she goes in to work.
Imagine being Carisi’s kid who found him after years of being apart after you ran away.
Requested by Anon~
With people bustling around and shouting, the thought of leaving and coming back some other time crossed your mind. This wasn’t a good time. But a name on someone’s desk caught your eye; Dominick Carisi.
That was his desk. He was here.
You must have been staring at it for a while, because someone eventually walked up. A brunette with a kind smile. “Hi, sweetheart. Can I help you with something?” She asked.
It was now or never, you decided. “I’m looking for Detective Carisi.” You answered. “I’m- I’m his kid. And I’d like to talk to him.”
The woman blinked in surprise, eyebrows shooting up as she put a hand on your shoulder. “Sure. I’ll find him for you.”
ily: i love you ilysm: i love you so much itcjssboacehinyctddwitvfamoaeskatsvutats: In the criminal justice system, sexually-based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York City, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.
“He is so guarded, and he has his intelligence as such an armor. He’s really good at putting people down and not letting things get to him. It’s really interesting to see how he’s letting things in more.” - Raúl Esparza
Cop #1: What are we looking at?
Forensic Scientist: Seven stab wounds. Excessive force used.
Cop #1: Did you speak to the perpetrator? Why did she kill her?
Cop #2: Yes. The victim insulted her OTP.
Cop #1: No crime here. It was OTP-defense. Who wants a donut?
Weekly Recommendations get posted every Thursday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome@wonders-of-the-enterprise. This month is also Tony Stark’s Birthday.