Hoping To Post The Next Chapter Of My OC X Sonny Fic This Weekend

Hoping to post the next chapter of my OC x Sonny fic this weekend

RIP Chadwick Boseman

1977-2020

I'm in utter disbelief at the news. Thank you for bringing up so much joy and excitement over the years.

Lots going on during last night’s episodes of SVU and Organized Crime. Fabulous performances.

Seems small, but it honestly stood out to me that Amanda asked how Sonny’s family was doing to during quarantine. It was one of the first times I’ve seen the support flow the other way, which is part of the reason I don’t always root for this ship.

Chapter 1

Spending a crisp, early autumn, Monday night in formalwear was not Larissa Vasquez‘s idea of a perfect evening, but it was what the charity circuit demanded of her tonight. Sure, it felt good to be philanthropic, and an open bar was nice, as was the distraction of the beautiful modern art displays that surrounded her and her handsome “date”, her father, Raul, who had recruited Larissa as his plus one when her mother came down with the flu a few days prior, but it wasn’t exactly cozy, was it?

It was nice to spend this time alone with her dear dad though. Her parents, siblings, niece, and nephews shared a tight knit bond, and it was always amazing how present and devoted a man Raul was to his family, but it was a rarity to spend one on one time together, just because.

“More bubbles for you?” Raul asked his daughter as he stood from the table they shared with several other Platinum-level donors, mostly his own colleagues.

Larissa shook her head “no” and remained seated, picking at her tiramisu, “I’ll float away if I have any more.” she smiled.

After a few minutes of making small talk with her table mates, Larissa also excused herself for a bit of people watching. That’s when she saw him.

Could it be? Badge # 0188? The café cop? She didn’t know his name, but for the last few months she had shared a weekly round of smiles and innocent flirtation with a cop at the gourmet coffee shop between her home and the new hospital where she worked.

Despite the fact that she knew next to nothing about him, she thought about him more than she cared to admit. And why shouldn’t she enjoy a nice fantasy now and then? She was single (AF as her teenage nephew would say) And he was tall, with gorgeous blue eyes, and a perfectly coiffed head of hair. There was something about their brief, under-caffeinated interactions that had her thinking he was unlike any man she had known. But neither of them had the courage to pursue things beyond the café. Until, tonight.

This guy was slightly more put together than she had ever seen in the coffee cop, but it was a formal event. She was certain it was him. And he would have to recognize her too. Right?

Larissa grabbed some liquid courage from a passing tray and tried, as casually as possible, to approach the detective, who was, thankfully, alone, admiring a sculpture.

“Ahem” a slightly dramatic throat clearing alerted the detective to a beautiful woman standing next to him. He secretly hoped it was his attention she was trying to get.

He took a sip from his beer bottle, flashed his best smile, and motioned to the sculpture before them.

“What do you think?”

Larissa smiled back, but didn’t turn to look back at the sculpture. “You don’t recognize me, do you?”

Shit, Sonny thought. He was usually so good with faces. It was part of his job to be observant. I’m supposed to know her!?

Reading his slightly puzzled face, Larissa offered a hint. “Have any good bear claws lately?” she teased, making reference to their last interaction where she had unknowingly ordered the last one from the bakery case and he audibly groaned in line behind her.

The lightbulb went off immediately. “The Daily Grind!” Sonny exclaimed, with a wag of the finger. “I’m sorry, I guess it’s sometimes true what they say about a face out of place.”

“Not that I’m usually wearing this much face on my way to work in the morning.” she said with a laugh, motioning to her slightly more done up hair and make up appearance.

“I don’t know; you always look great to me.” Sonny stated, softly and genuinely.

She smiled and batted her lashes in appreciation of the compliment, but also took the opportunity to joke: “It's part of my plan to meet men in their most vulnerable and uncaffeinated state. Everything looks like a step up after that.”

Before Sonny could return the banter, a second man joined them. “There you are, darling. You really did float away.” said Raul to Larissa with a wink, motioning to her glass of champagne.

“Daddy, hi!” she said with a slight blush and cringe. Oh, God she thought What am I doing? I don’t even know this guy’s name to introduce him. I’m here trying to drunkenly flirt in front of my father and all his friends from work that I’ve known since childhood.

As if reading her mind, Raul suavely extended his hand and introduced himself to the detective. “Raul Vasquez” he said with a firm, but warm shake. “My daughter is not usually at such a loss for words.”

The introduction turned out not to be necessary. The famously wordy detective quickly went full fanboy. “Sonny Carisi, sir. It’s a pleasure. We’ve met before, actually. When I was a student at Fordham a couple years back, you gave a lecture to my Intellectual Property class. We spoke briefly about your firm’s pro bono work.”

Raul took a minute to size him up, trying to remember the interaction he described. “You were working in sex crimes. It was an evening class. You knew my friend, Mr. Ellis, from the Innocence Project, is that right?”

“Yes, sir. He has a great relationship with my lieutenant.”

“He is Larissa’s godfather.” he said proudly, motioning back to his daughter, the member of their little group they had briefly forgotten about while engaging in mutual admiration and shop talk.

“Larissa” Sonny repeated, as he extended his hand and looked smitten all over again by the beautiful blonde. “I’m very glad we met.”

“Carisi!” a slightly buzzed Chief Dodds interrupted from the bar a few yards away. “There’s someone you’ve got to meet.”

“Yeah, Chief, I’m coming.” he called back with a slight roll of the eye and sip of his beer, not wanting to break away from his present company. “Well, duty calls. You both get home safely.”

“Good night” Larissa returned with a slightly heartbroken smile.

After all that, they were no further along than they had been at the coffee shop! They knew each other’s names now, but there was no phone number exchange, or plan to meet. What if they never saw each other again?

Of course, she understood. He couldn’t exactly be seen flirting so shamelessly in front of her father. It was just bad timing. At least they had the promise of the café later this week. Right?

As she watched Sonny walk away, her rambling thoughts were interrupted by her father. “Shall we get our coats, darling? I think I’ve had enough philanthropy for one evening.”

“Yes” she nodded. “Let’s do it.”

🚨 SPOILER ALERT 🚨

Something that just occurred to me on the rewatch of last night’s episode, which I really loved in the end:

Obviously Sonny and Nicole’s relationship is pretty new, but do we think he had met her sister, Sara, before this incident? He knew she was a documentarian, which could have come from Nicole, but I’m curious about the timing of Sara finally deciding to introduce her girlfriend of over a year that night.

Did she finally realize Nicole wouldn’t disapprove because now both sisters were dating outside their race?

Chapter 3

Just getting back into writing and appreciate so much even the smallest bits of feedback I’m receiving. Thank you!

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The rest of the week flew by as the squad narrowed their investigation into Nikki’s assault. Sonny felt bad leaving his team hanging on Friday, but was also relieved to take the breather.

To: Sonny

From: Unknown Number

Friday, September 13th, 9:03 a.m.

Didn’t see you for coffee this morning. I hope the bear claw incident hasn’t scarred you for life.

Sonny retrieved his phone from his pocket to check the time as he waited in line and was surprised to see a new message waiting for him. So much for an unlucky day! The number wasn’t saved in his phone, but he smiled to himself at the thought of who it must be, and the timing, given his current location.

To: Larissa

From: Sonny

Friday, September 13th, 9:27 a.m.

You’ll have to work harder than that. Plenty more pastries in the case, accompanied by a photo of a familiar shelf stocked with crumb cake, jelly donuts, and cannoli.

To: Sonny

From: Larissa

Friday, September 13th, 9:34 a.m.

As long as you haven’t sworn off the place completely on my account. 😉

To: Larissa

From: Sonny

Friday, September 13th, 9:49 a.m.

You know I’m a cop, right? I’d sell my own mother before giving up coffee. Took the day off though, so running later than usual.

He hesitated before dipping a toe in uncharted waters.

Friday, September 13th, 9:51 a.m.

Sorry to miss our date.

To: Sonny

From: Larissa

Friday, September 13th, 10:10 a.m.

Well, I only tolerate dating disappointments once, so next time the plans better be solid.

To: Larissa

From: Sonny

Friday, September 13th, 10:14 a.m.

Yes ma'am. Name the time and place.

Ugh, the pressure! she thought, returning to her phone after a long day of surgeries. And now I’ve left him hanging for hours.

To: Sonny

From: Larissa

Friday, September 13th, 3:33 p.m.

The usual place, Sunday at 11? ☕️ 🍩

To: Larissa

From: Sonny

Friday, September 13th, 4:06 p.m.

See you then.

To: Sonny

From: Larissa

Friday, September 13th, 4:20 p.m.

You can regale me with tales from your day off. What’s that life like?

To: Larissa

From: Sonny

Friday, September 13th, 5:05 p.m.

I’m not really sure. I had a job interview. 😂

Larissa was sitting at a bar with her younger sister, Florence, when her phone buzzed and lit up next to her cocktail. She tried to contain her smile when she saw the sender’s name but, not wanting to be a rude and distracted companion, hesitated to pick it up.

Her mini-me stopped her story mid-sentence. “Who’s that?”

“Nothing important.”

“Why are you smiling?”

“I can’t be happy to hear from a friend?”

“You can be. But friends are important.”

“It’s nothing urgent, is what I meant.”

“So who is it?”

“You’re exhausting, you know.”

“I’ve been told. If you don’t tell me who it is, I’ll be forced to make assumptions.”

“You won’t be forced to do anything except finish your story and have another drink with me before your gig.” Larissa said with a dramatic smile.

Ah, did she ever have her little sister’s number. As long as the attention could return to her, all was right with the world. They finished a few rounds and needed to part ways so Florence could do a late night set at a jazz club nearby.

“Be careful, please” Larissa warned through their giggles, as the two said their goodbyes. She was feeling particularly on edge since the Nikki Staines incident earlier in the week.

Then, arriving home, and fueled by what was perhaps one too many, Larissa sent:

Can’t wait to hear all about it. Good night 😘