#mike dodds oneshot

[caracalwithchips]

Trapped together (Part 1)

I haven’t written anything in over a year, but apparently this is the time of year I get inspired! However, one of my 2023 goals is to finally write out some of the ideas I’ve had for a while. I will continue to post very sporadically, but please let me know if you would like to be tagged when I do (I believe @plaidbooks asked to be tagged on a past post). 

This fic fills the Blizzard square for StoriesofSvu’s 2022 Holiday Bingo @storiesofsvu . It’s my first 2-part fic, and I hope to have the finale uploaded in 1-2 days. 

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Reader

Trigger warnings for a brief mention of serial killer in the “set-up” to the story (skip the 1st paragraph if you’d like to avoid it!)

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It had been a busy two weeks of intense investigation by the Manhattan SVU squad on the hunt of what your team now believed to be a prolific serial killer who traced victims new to the city back to their rural hometowns to attack someone in their families. Today, you and Sergeant Dodds had needed to travel through a West Virginia mountain pass following a lead based on a victim who had run away from her small West Virginia community. Her cousin had suffered a mysterious hunting accident only 5 days after her death in the city.

However, when leaving the small county morgue, the local Sheriff informed you and Sergeant Dodds of an impending blizzard and that the mountain pass was unsafe to travel through and would only get worse throughout the night. You both tried to explain you were used to driving in New York winters, but he convinced you both that it wasn’t worth the risk. Instead, the Sheriff directed you to the only motel in a two hour radius where you and Dodds would have to wait out the storm until the roads cleared enough to return to NYC.

It was a small, desolate, dingy highway motel that looked like it usually saw its own clientele of shady individuals. The owner directed you and the Sarg to the only room left that held one queen-sized bed. Everyone who had been traveling through the area had descended upon the hotel in an effort to ride out the storm, and the owner told you both how lucky you were to arrive in time to get the last room.

You and Dodds shared a look. It was one of discomfort and hesitation. There may have also been some mortification on your part with some added on bubble-guts related to your secret penchant for reading “there was only one bed” romance books. There was no way that situation was actually happening to you in your actual real life. With Mike Dodds. The most beautiful man you had ever seen. Also the nicest.

“Are you absolutely certain there are no other rooms?” asked Dodds. The motel owner again confirmed that there was the one queen bed which we could take or leave. “What about any roll-away cots?”

The hotel owner let out the phlegmatic laugh of a 30-pack year smoker. “Where do you think you are, son? This ain’t no fancy place, which is clearer than day to anyone who ain’t blind. Ain’t you some detective? Sheriff Lonnie called ahead and near ordered me to hold the room for you two.”

You stepped in before your sergeant risked offending the only person standing between an unlucky situation and a worse situation. “Then could we at least get some extra towels and blankets, please? As many extra blankets as you have,” you asserted, with your hand on your gun hip to get the point across. You didn’t trust the ancient-looking powerlines outside to be capable of keeping even the small hotel warm and lit. The owner came back a few minutes later, shoved a stack of towels and blankets into your arms, and shut the door behind him.

You turned around and found Dodds with his hand on his head, clearly thinking hard about something. You watched him for a moment before he noticed you watching. Then, with resolution, he grabbed a blanket from the pile and grabbed a pillow off the bed and headed towards the door.

“What are you doing, Sergeant?”

“I’m going to sleep in the car tonight.”

“Are you insane?” you spluttered.

“I’ve slept in worse places than a car.”

“During an Appalachian mountain blizzard? Do you have any idea how cold it’s about to get outside? People die in these kind of conditions, Sergeant.”

“I’ll keep the engine running.”

“The gas won’t last that long and I doubt the car battery will be able to make it through the storm, either, without dying or the engine line freezing.” You knew nothing about cars, but that sounded right.

He leaned with his head against the door and mumbled something you couldn’t understand.

“Pardon?”

With a big sigh he turned around, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable.” This was all uncomfortable, of course you were uncomfortable. “Are you uncomfortable, Sergeant?”

He hesitated, “a little.”

“Would you be uncomfortable if it was Carisi here with you instead?”

He barked out a laugh and ran his hand through his hair. “I would be, although I’m not sure if I’d be more or less so.”

“I personally think I’d be more uncomfortable with Carisi. He strikes me as the type of sleepover guest who keeps everyone else up all night talking then drools all over your mom’s guest pillows.” You both laughed uncomfortably before you continued, “We’ve had too long of a day for worrying about making one another uncomfortable after an already long week trying to find our perp and getting an idea of the extent of how many victims he even has. I’m tired and we’re both grown. We’ve worked together long enough that we can sleep in the same room without it being weird, can’t we?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make things even more uncomfortable. I just want you to know I respect you and your comfort.” Your heart did a weird somersault before he continued, “and your role as one of my detectives.” Oh. Right. You were going to have to remind yourself to be professional. It’s not like you had the biggest crush of your life on your own Sergeant. That would be career suicide and a recipe for an embarrassing situation that you didn’t have the social grace to handle.

“Of course I know that, that would never be in question, Sir.” There. See? Super professional. Professional was your middle name. “Now, I’m going to try to shower the morgue germs off.”

You carried all of the towels into the bathroom with you. You closed the door behind you and made a face in the mirror after catching a whiff of the moldy air. This was the grossest motel you had ever been in. It had probably been built in the 60s and seemed to have the original brown and mustard carpet, curtains, bedding, possibly even the same towels. You weren’t sure if you wanted to inspect the bed to rule-out bedbugs or if you were afraid to look. It’s not like you could do anything about it.

With a sigh you started shrugging out of your suit. When you were stripped down to your undies, you made a decision. You filled the sink with soapy water and scrubbed your undergarments. Then you took the time to stand with the mini hairdryer attached to the wall to dry them off. You could put up with a lot of things, roach motel included, but you weren’t going to sleep in anything less than fresh drawers. Then you took a quick hot shower and scrubbed yourself dry with a scratchy towel before staring at yourself in the mirror and thinking about the sleeping arrangements.

You really didn’t want to sleep in your suit pants after traipsing through the rural crime scene and a morgue, but you also didn’t want to make your already uncomfortable boss more uncomfortable. You were very grateful that you threw on a t-shirt under your blouse that morning. Still, it barely reached the top of your thighs and your lacey underwear were quite visible. You left the t-shirt on, wrapped a towel around your waist for the walk to the bed, and stepped outside of the now-steamy bathroom and walked, with pretend confidence, towards the bed.

With your head held high and eyes aimed on your destination you strode further into the room…and tripped right over your sergeant who was laying on the floor. You caught yourself after falling on your knees and looked behind you with a look of exasperation.

“WHAT are you doing?” you yelled at the same time apologies were spilling out of his mouth and he was trying to help you up. At some point the towel had fallen off from around your waist so you jumped up the distance between the floor and the bed and quickly pulled the covers over you.

“I’m so sorry, I was trying to find the cleanest part of the carpet to sleep on. I assumed you would see me?”

“No I didn’t see you Sergeant, why would I expect to see you on the floor? Why are you on that disgusting floor? Do you know what kind of things get trapped in a 60 year old rundown motel carpet? Please get up!”

“I thought it would be better if I slept on the floor. I told you I’ve slept in worse places,” he smiled sheepishly and made no move to get up from the floor.

“Sergeant, am I more repugnant than that filthy floor?”

His eyes grew wide as saucers, “Y/N, no!! Of course not! How could you think that?”

“I think that because you continue to sit on the floor.”

He stood up and looked lost. “I….where am I supposed to sleep if not in the car and not on the floor?”

You stared in confusion at his confusion. “Sergeant, in the bed. Next to me. Surely that’s better than a car in a blizzard or a motel room floor?” He turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears. He seemed at a loss for words.

“If it would make you more comfortable, we can pile a bunch of these extra pillows and towels in between our sleeping bodies. You know, so that I do not mistakenly accost you in the night.”

“I never! I never thought…” he stammered.

“Of course not. I’m teasing you, mostly, but I certainly don’t expect you to sleep on the floor and considering where we are I would prefer you did not.” You piled up two extra blankets lengthwise in the middle of the bed. When he remained standing where he was, you shrugged, laid down, and turned over on your side. You really were tired and this was a mentally exhausting case. You didn’t have the energy to spend anymore time coaxing your sergeant into a somewhat comfortable sleeping arrangement nor to convince him that you could both behave like adults. You heard him shuffle into the bathroom and you heard the water start. You pulled the blankets tighter around you. The wind howled outside and despite the old heating system being turned up to its highest number, the room felt very cold. You pulled your knees up to your chest hoping to conserve heat.

You must have been close to dozing off because what felt like only a few minutes later you felt the far side of the bed dip and heard the lamp click off. The bed moved a little as Dodds tried to get comfortable. You weren’t sure if you should say goodnight or continue looking like you were asleep, so you decided to stay as you were. Part of your decision came from the fact that you were so cold, you couldn’t bare the thought of uncoiling from your fetal position. As you started feeling heavier with sleep, you wondered if you had been shivering because you felt another blanket being placed over you. A hand very lightly squeezed your shoulder as you heard a whispered “Goodnight, Detective” before falling fully into sleep.

[gerhardtz]

📌 WELCOME!

I'm Josh (He/Him/His). I'm a 20 y/o artist & fanfiction writer from Cornwall. Currently hyperfixated on FX Fargo, Seasons 1 & 2.

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My OCs; Operation Amarillo, Efica, and FLY HIGH

FX Fargo (2014—)

Classic cars (1950's-1970's)

Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice

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Half Life / HLVRAI

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Lie To Me (2009-2011)

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Multi-Chapter:

Rye is injured and on the run. His conversation with Judge Mundt couldn't have gone any worse... and in his inebriated state, he decided to flee the scene on foot – leaving his car behind. It's not a question of *if* he's found out, but when.

One Hour Ahead of the Possee | 3/? | 4,210 words

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Characters: Rye Gerhardt, Mike Milligan, Floyd Gerhardt, Simone Gerhardt, Peggy Blumquist, Gale Kitchen.

Jethro Sprang was always drawn to the Gerhardts, ever since he was saved from a bully by their youngest when he was ten. He didn't expect that, fourteen years later, he'd be saved by that boy yet again. This time, from the Gerhardts themselves, as he found himself in a dark alleyway, drenched in someone else's blood.

Drop It, Doe Eyes | 1/? | 2,402 words

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Category: M/M

Relationships: Rye Gerhardt/Original Male Character(s)

Characters: Original Male Character(s), Rye Gerhardt

Waiting in the ER after an accident on ice patch junction, Peggy strikes up conversation with a mysterious drifter, who seems to be dead set on changing her life... for better or for worse.

Lifespring | 1/? | 1,115 words - ON HIATUS

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/F

Relationships: Peggy Blumquist/Constance Heck

Characters: Peggy Blumquist, Constance Heck

Oneshots:

“The anniversaries are short-lived, but they come back around at breakneck speed.” On the anniversary of Elron’s death, the Gerhardts hold a family dinner in his honour. It doesn’t quite go to plan, as conflicting opinions on war, the world, and who should be sat at that table, lead to a heated argument.

Dead Boys | 3,167 words

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Characters: Simone Gerhardt, Rye Gerhardt, Dodd Gerhardt, Floyd Gerhardt, Otto Gerhardt, Hanzee Dent

In the harsh Winter of 1973, an important deal goes horribly wrong. Someone has to pay the price, but Dodd's way of delivering it rubs Blake the wrong way. It's no real promise at all, if it's made in blood, but he knew the Gerhardts would disagree.

A Promise Made In Blood | 1,757 words

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Characters: Original Male Character(s), Ollie Stein, Virgil Bauer

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Managing Up | 1,324 words

Rating: Teen

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Relationships: Bear Gerhardt/Ricky G

Characters: Ricky G, Bear Gerhardt

Hanzee pays Mike a visit at the Pearl Hotel and delivers an ominous message.

Head In A Bag | 1,330 words

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Characters: Mike Milligan, Hanzee Dent, Gale Kitchen

After years of fighting, Betsy eventually succumbs to cancer. Now, Lou is left to pick up the pieces and figure out where to go next.

and all the ships at sea... | 715 words

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: F/M

Relationships: Betsy Solverson/Lou Solverson

Characters: Lou Solverson, Betsy Solverson (Mentioned), Molly Solverson, Karl Weathers, Sonny Greer

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Rating: Teen

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Category: Gen

Characters: Hanzee Dent, Rye Gerhardt (Mentioned)

[bullet-prooflove]

Currently working on:

Someone asked a question about stuff I was working on and there is an insane amount but I thought I would give you guys some insight!

Also I have complete COVID brain so can not think creatively at the minute. 

So I have asks, oneshots and series fics scheduled in over the next few weeks already. I put out a weekly a coming up list so you guys can see what’s coming out that week.

Also this doesn’t mean I’m not looking at the asks at the moment. There are so many inspiring ones in there, I am just finding the time to work through them. 

ON TIME DELAY:

So items that are completed and ready to go but are on a time delay (which means they need the prior part/chapter to go out first before they can be placed scheduled.)

Antonio Dawson:

Secrets #2 - You give Voight a flashdrive with some sensitive material on. 

Brian Zvonecek:

Chasing Fires - Chapter 21 - Kat & Kenny’s talk does not go as planned.

Chasing Fires - Chapter 22 - Brian & Kenny get into it.

Joe Velasco:

High!Joe #3 - Joe confesses his feelings.

5+1 - In Sickness & Health - You take care of Joe when he’s sick.

Mike Durate:

Past Mistakes #4 - Mike goes to Benson with a proposition.

Past Mistakes #5 - Mike intends to fall on his sword but makes a surprise discovery.

Will Halstead: 

Muffled Screams #3 - You discuss your delusions with Doctor Charles.

SECOND DRAFT (Pieces that need just a little more work to be considered completed):

Mike Durate 

Past Mistakes #6 - An enemy reflects on what led to this moment.

Past Mistakes #7 - Mike and you discuss what really happened.

Why Ride A Sleigh? - You pay Mike a visit in his office.

Rodrigo Sanchez: 

Park Life - Rodrigo reveals why he left SWAT five years ago.

FIRST DRAFT AKA ROUGH DRAFTS - SO FUCKING MANY BUT HERE GOES!!!

Brian Zvonecek:

Good Boy - SUB!Brian

Jealousy - It’s rare that Brian gets posessive.

Red Lips and Rosy Cheeks -  Brian takes you ice skating.

The First Night I Saw You - Brian reflects on the first night he saw you.

Connor Rhodes:

Murder Tunnel (Working Title) - Connor and you come across something suspicious in the tunnels underneathe the hospital.

Horacio Carrillo:

Gunfire - Your time with Horacio turns violent.

Javier Pena:

Names - Javi loves it when you say his name.

Leslie Shay:

Teasing -  Leslie loves teasing you.

Mike Dodds:

Maroon -  Mike asks you to be careful with him after he’s shot.

Mike Durate:

Ballers - Mike gets bored during a charity event.

First Kiss - You and Mike share a kiss.

Wonderland - You and Mike and the backseat of his vintage Mustang.

4 Christmases Series - Part 3 & Part 4

The Entire Past Mistakes Series

Rodrigo Sanchez:

Not Seeing Other People -  Sanchez doesn’t want to see other people.

Will Halstead:  

Muffled Screams Part 4: The Red Door - Will walks into a nightmare.

... And then there’s the ideas phase but there are far too many of those to go into.

[locke-writes]

Stillness of the Moment

Author: locke-writes

Title: Stillness of the Moment

Sequel to Imagine Mike Dodds coming to speak with you after a particularly difficult case in which you meet with Mike frequently during the case and the two of you begin to reconcile

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,101

Tag List: @scarletsoldierrr​ / @opalsandlacemain​ / @teamsladsandgents​ / @aryn-the-bearheart​ / @andreasworlsboring101​ / ask to be added

Had it not been a 24hr diner the two of you would have sat at the booth all night long just talking. Mike found that Liv was right, not that he ever actually doubted her. Opening up about everything and not sparing the details as he often did helped him come to process what he was working through. The case was far from over and he knew worse days were most likely ahead but at least for now he knew he could end up in bed asleep rather than staring at the ceiling replaying every aspect of the case so far.

Neither one of you knew when conversation drifted from the case and into your lives. Mike's father, your job, him debating adopting a dog, little details of your lives since one another came forth and never seemed to stop. Both of you found it easy to care for one another, to fall into an old pattern, an old routine.

Time ticked on as time does, forcing the two of you to part. Rather than shut everything off completely you told Mike that he could call you any time during the case if he needed to talk. He promised he'd take you up on that offer. He didn't know if he should call though, and you didn't know if he would. At one point in time the two of you had been in love, did that change the nature of how you interacted now? The past was indicative of the present or at least this was how Mike thought, the nature of the end of your relationship would influence the nature of your responses to any call that came through from him.

He wanted to refuse to call but needed another voice, needed someone outside the realm of the case to speak with and to help digest the horrors of the day.

Thus it began. At first it was once a week, conversations that could last hours beginning with the case and ending with whatever topic you'd found yourself in. Mike found it a comfort to be able to speak freely with no judgement, to have you listening, helping him decompress from the horrors of the case. Soon enough the conversations began to occur each night and no longer were about the case alone. Some nights that was what was spoken of but most nights became conversations about the latest movies or a new book Mike had read.

Old habits seemed really and truly to die hard. The night in the diner you'd told Mike that he could call you, any time he needed he could call you. While the case was going on there was an excuse for picking up, an excuse for forgetting the reason that your relationship ended. Easier to pretend that everything was normal, that there wasn't a history between the two of you than it was to admit what was occurring between the two of you.

You began to think of what was going to happen when the case finished. That was the reason he had called you in the beginning, what would happen when all was said and done?

The calls came in night after night and they changed in nature. Soon enough you found yourself dreading when the case would end as you knew that would be the end of any reconciliation with Mike. Once connected you had drifted apart and history was set to repeat itself. You wondered night after night hearing him through the phone, had you really fallen back in love with him?

Had the separation been necessary in the first place? At the time you felt distant from him, you felt as though you had never known him yet now there was something between you, some understanding of one another. He was more open with you than he had been in the entirety of your relationship which made you wonder if the difficulties of the job had allowed him to reevaluate the nature of his relationships with other people.

While it seemed to forward to ask him if he felt the same it was all you could come to think about as conversations drifted more toward colloquial than purely occupational.

Mike knew the case was coming to a close, it was all he managed to focus on. He knew that there was a trial, he knew that he was set to testify, he knew that of course this meant the end of everything. He knew that at the end of the case there came no reason for him to call you. There could be excuses made, there could be reasons later to call. Other cases, other horrors, yet he didn't want to be dependent on you, didn't want to keep talking to you when there was an underlying pull.

There was a pull, there was a connection that remained. You had laid out all the reasons for the separation, the break up, and he knew them. He'd analyzed each point, wanted to work on the points, and he had. He hoped that the change he'd put forth within himself was something which could bring the two of you back together.

He knew he had to let you know the case was done and he hated doing it over the phone, hated telling you in a way that felt so impersonal. He knew he had to let you know the case was done but he was afraid for what that might mean, for what that would lead to. Another separation or starting over again as friends?

There was risk in asking again to meet you at the diner. This was where everything had begun and where everything would end once more. There was risk in your acceptance of the meeting place, yet there was promise of reward.

Mike was already sitting in a booth when you arrived. Silence sat between the two of you for a moment before he began to speak what he had rehearsed. He wanted it to sound like a parting but never a breakup, he wanted it to be some form of closure and yet he knew it was the last thing that he wanted. You knew now that it was the last thing that you wanted as well. You didn't want to stop him from speaking but you didn't want this to be the end.

You took his hand in yours, running your thumb over his palm. This had been a gesture of calm when the two of you were together, you meant it now as an act of reconciliation. You only hoped that Mike understood.

[svucarisiaddict]

Mike Dodds one-shots, au’s and series

I fell in love with my best friend

Beach Day

Mike babysits Noah

He likes when you watch

Meeting Michael

NSFW HC Take 1

NSFW HC Take 2

S/O touching themselves

Leave your key

Forgiveness

I’m ready Mike

Mike wants another

Dadbod Mike

Take me out to the ballgame

Groundhog Day

Charity Auction (Mike, Sonny, Peter, and Nick)

Trying to forget

Interruptions

It wasn’t me

Overprotective Mike

I know what you’re going to say... Fault part 1

I missed you, you know... Fault part 2

Farm Market

High School reunion HC

You’re my favorite person

Are you awake?

Some secrets

Quick the baby is coming

Slow dance

Sleepless

Sleepless 2

New in town

Girl dad

Need You Series

It’s simple

Ghost Sighting

Foolish Pride Series

Sometimes it’s too late for second chances

Once bitten, twice shy

One night

Saying goodbye again

Mirrors

Heartfelt Passages (full series in Peter Stone series master list)

Alternate Heartfelt Passages Ending

I said I love you

I’m too sober

I’m too sober -HP AU

I missed you

Mike checks in

Then Came You Series

Shut up and kiss me

Your hand

Text from Mike 

[roseinutopia]

Written for @phoenixwrites, who wished for a Barba-Noah talk about Noah saying he wished Lucy was his Mama.

I hope you all enjoy it!

[uncpanda]

Second Chances

AN: In ten years I have NEVER written a oneshot this long, it’s over 10,000 words and nearly twenty pages, but this idea has been bugging me for a few weeks. I hope you enjoy! 

Pairing: Mike Dodds x Fem!reader

Warning: Self harm; after a case Mike does bare knuckle boxing as a form of self punishment, nothing too graphic. Mentions of major character death. 

“So, what’s our reason?” 

Liv doesn’t even glance up at you. After six years, she’s gotten rather good at working through your babbling. “Our reason for what?” 

“Hating the new sergeant? When Rollins and Amaro came we hated them because they weren’t Elliot? Are we hating the new guy because he isn’t Nick?” 

She glares up at you, “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that, right?” 

You shrug, “It’s my specialty.” 

“We didn’t hate Carisi when he transferred in.” 

“No, I didn’t hate him. The rest of you were . . . enh? Not to mention the poor man has been asked to be called Sonny about a billion times and I’m the only one who will do it.” 

“Carisi was brash. . . and then there was that mustache.” You shiver a bit at the memory. That thing had been horrible. “And now Carisi is a much loved member of the team.” 

Out of the corner of your eye you watch the chief walk in with who you assume is his son. You lean back against Liv’s desk, “They don’t look much alike, do they?” 

Liv peers around you, “Nope. Be ready though, I’m going to have you teach him the ropes.” 

You smile and then head out of the office and back to your desk, the one that sits right across from the new sergeant. You catch his eye as he passes by and you give him a small smile before diving into your paperwork. 

You’re just getting to the bad part of the paperwork, when you hear your name called. Your head shoots up and you lock eyes with Liv. She’s smiling, it’s her ‘company’ smile, the one she uses for political shindigs. 

“Y/F/N Grey this is Mike Dodds, our new sergeant. Dodds, this is Grey.” 

Your first thought, standing in front of him is, man is he tall. Your second thought is, man is he pretty. You shake his hand and exchange pleasantries. 

“You mind showing the sergeant the ropes? I’ll be along shortly, but the chief and I need to finish our conversation.” 

“No problem Leiu.” You take the slip of paper from her with the details, “Finn and Sonny already there?” 

“Yep. So do me a favor and make the introductions.” 

“On it.” 

You grab your jacket, do a small spin as you put it on, and smile at your new team member, “Time to head out Sarge.” 

You see the confusion on his face as you head out. You stay quiet on your way to the hotel. He’s nervous, you can see it in the slight twitches in his fingers. He’s doing better than you had on your first day; you’d run into a wall while taking a perp down, and the entire squad had mother henned you for a week. You’d been twenty three, and had been deemed the kid from that moment on. Nevermind the fact that you were twenty-nine now, the nickname was still heavily used. 

You make introductions at the hotel. Your sergeant seems to relax a little bit in the presence of fellow males, and you nearly snort. Finn and Sonny are more weary of him than anyone. They’re fiercely protective of you and Liv and Rollins. Your loveable boys.

You nearly burst out laughing when the Sarge mentions his father. Any possible goodwill for the boys just went out the window, and you ask him, “Can I give you a tip?” 

He looks down at you, “Did I screw up already?” 

Your lips twitch, “No. Just some advice.” 

He looks hesitant, “Okay.” 

“Be Mike.” 

He blinks a few times, “What?” 

“Be Mike. Don’t be Chief Dodds son. Be Mike . . . SVU sergeant.” 

He stills, “You mean, don’t use my dad’s name.” 

You smile fully, “I mean. . . be yourself. Don’t be what others expect you to be. This department is . . . brutal. A lot of the time, we pour our hearts into cases only for it to end up as a slap on the wrist. And that isn’t our ADA’s fault. He’s a good guy, snarky as hell, but he knows how to make an impression . . . and I’m rambling. When I do that, call my name, and I’ll get back on topic. Anyways, we get through everything by being a family. We text at all hours, and we spend holidays together. The only way you’re going to make it here. . . without losing who you are in the job, is by embracing the squad. We’re your people now.” 

He stares at you for a second, “You’re very honest . . . you know that?” 

“Yeah. I’ve been told that. I’ve also been told I’m obnoxious . . . if I get to be too much just let me know.” 

He shakes his head, “No. It’s refreshing.” You beam at him. 

Your Sarge does well. He picks up the terminology quickly, and when you correct him on the water and DNA thing he takes it well. You count those as good signs. He really earns your respect when he doesn’t rat out Rollins to his dad, and you can see a glimmer of respect in Liv’s eyes too. 

As the case wraps up and the paperwork is finished it’s nearly two am, and none of you 

have eaten, “Who’s up for Pizza at my place? Sheets and blankets have just been washed, so the pullout couch and chaise are up for grabs.” 

Rollins declines, but she usually does, and Liv has to go home to Noah. Sonny and Finn are all game though, and you look at Mike expectantly. He hesitates, “I still have paperwork left . . .” 

“And it’ll be there in the morning. When you’re just starting out with those reports they take forever, and you may actually starve and wither away into nothing if you try to do them all at once. Come eat pizza and be subjected to Sonny’s bad taste in movies.” 

“Hey!” You toss him a grin over your shoulder and he rolls his eyes. 

“You sure I’m not intruding, new guy, boss’ son and all that?” 

You roll your eyes, and walk over to him. You grab him by the arm and haul him up, 

“Sonny grab his coat.”  

“Yes ma’am.” 

Mike looks back at you as you literally push him towards the door, “I thought I was in charge.” Both Finn and Sonny laugh at that. 

Sonny is the one who drives, and the boys immediately make themselves at home while you order the pizza before going to change. Mike is the only one who’s a little stiff. You watch as he looks around and stops at a photo, “These your parents.” 

You hand over water bottles to each of the guys, Finn scowls, “No beer?” 

“Not at 2:30 in the morning.” You turn your attention back to Mike, “Yep!”

“They live close by?” 

“No. Seattle. And thank God, they’re worriers.” 

He smiles, “Not cops?” 

“Surgeons. So are my siblings. I went against family tradition, much to my mother’s displeasure. She doesn’t like dangerous jobs.” 

Finn huffs, “That’s an understatement. Your mom calls me at least once a week so I can list the trouble you’ve gotten into.” 

“Well, I am her daughter.” 

Your family is dropped from conversation, as the pizza arrives, and you sprint for the door. Before you can pay Mike steps in and hands over cash. You stare at him, and he stares back, “Did I do something wrong?” 

Before you can tell him about the system you have for paying Finn cuts in, “Don’t you complain about free pizza! I swear.” 

You look back at Mike, “You did nothing wrong, it's very sweet of you. Thank you.” 

He studies you for a second and then crosses his arms against his chest, “There’s some sort of system in place, isn’t there?” 

“Yes. And I will tell you about it, when Finn isn’t around to interrupt or trying to change the rules.” 

Sonny laughs, “He can’t change the rules anymore, you wrote them down, remember?” 

“It’s nearly three am, be happy I’m conscious.” 

The pizza is consumed quickly, and Mike starts to relax more and more, as a movie is put on. Eventually, all of the boys fall fast asleep. Finn on the couch, Sonny on the chaise, and Mike on the floor. At least Finn gave him one of the throw pillows. You take out your assortment of blankets and cover all of them before padding back to your room. 

You wake up to the smell of food. It’s nearly ten am, and the squad has the day off after working pretty much through the night. You trudge out and find Sonny and Mike in the kitchen while Finn is eating cereal at the table. “They were taking too long.” He explains in between bites of lucky charms. 

You roll your eyes fondly, “Just means you’re washing dishes.” 

Sonny snorts, “No he isn’t. The man ruins pots and pans. I will do the dishes.” He turns to Mike, “My mother bought her these pots and pans.” 

Mike’s brow furrows, “Are you two . . .?” 

You burst out laughing, and then look at Sonny, “Sorry. It’s just I know way too much about you, and your childhood, and your family to ever step into that web.” 

He waves away the laughter, and turns to Mike, “Despite my mother’s desire otherwise, she’s like a sister. I got hurt on the job one time and she went to get my mom personally. Of course it was during a bible study meeting, and my aunt Florence, my father’s sister, started bad mouthing me and the job, and Y/N made some comments that put her in her place, and bam, my mother started talking about grandchildren.”

“Also known as the reason I refused to go to your cousin’s wedding with you.” 

Mike grins, “Afraid she was going to pull a gun and force the two of you to get married?” 

You point at him, “You make fun, but when you meet Mama Carisi you’ll understand. I 

also expect you to provide cover so I can sneak out.”  

“I can do that.” 

The boys leave a little while later, with Mike being the last one out. He wavers at the door, “Thank you for this. It’s been a long time since I’ve just been one of the guys, and not . . . “ 

You deepen your voice and finish his sentence, “Michael Dodd, perfect son with a stick up his ass?” 

His eyes go wide, “You don’t pull punches, do you?” 

You shrug, “Like you said. I’m very honest. And it’s under those circumstances that I’ll say, I think last night might have knocked the stick loose.” 

He sighs, “Until I see my dad again.” 

You lean against the frame, “It’s not easy being a legacy kid, having the expectations thrust upon you. I know. I’ve been there. I was supposed to be a cardiothoracic surgeon, that’s the specialty my mother had me pegged for. Wanted me to go do my residency in Switzerland with an aunt who runs an institute. 

“I swear, when I told her I was going to be a cop, she went white as a sheet. She said, tragedy follows our family, and it would end with me dead in the street. She didn’t talk to me for a week after that.” 

“And now?” 

You smile, “Now she comes to any sort of promotion or awards thing, she flies out just to see me, and we text constantly. It helps reassure her that I’m okay.” 

There’s a moment of silence before Mike admits, “I wanted to open a bar. I even tended bar when I got out of the army. Dad tolerated it for a little while, I think he knew I needed time to recover, but eventually the conversations about where my life was going started, and . . .yeah.” 

“Are you unhappy?” 

He shakes his head, “No. I love what I do.” 

You smile, “So do I.” 

There’s another moment of silence before you say your goodbyes. 

You find a good rhythm with your sergeant. He hits a few bumps in the road but he’s a good cop, and he’s really trying to make himself a part of the team. For the most part people are pretty receptive, but Rollins is still on edge around him, and Liv is . . . wary. The most important thing is that he doesn’t name drop anymore, even when his father stops by he addresses him by sir. That goes a long way towards unifying things. 

Then comes his first kid case. You can see the toll it takes on him. He goes from warm and welcoming to closed off and self loathing. You know there’s nothing you can say to make him feel better. So, you stay nearby, and you stay quiet. You don’t even tease him when he and Sonny come back dressed in uniform. You do spare a minute to think about how good he looks though. 

When the case is wrapped up, and he’s drowning himself in paperwork, you remind him that your door is open. You don’t expect him to use it, but he does. He knocks on your door a few minutes before midnight. You’re lying on the couch, getting ready to fall asleep in a position that’s going to leave your neck crying in the morning, when you hear it. 

You’re a little surprised to see Mike on the other side of the door, part of you had expected Sonny. Kid cases usually lead to him crashing on your couch. The stubble is still covering his jaw, and his hair is a mess. He’s dressed in workout clothes, and you notice his hands wrapped in bloody bandages. You tsk, he’s been punishing himself. 

Without a word you steer him towards the bathroom. You force him to sit on the counter, before you clean his knuckles. “Please tell me this was the result of a punching bag, or another consenting adult? I don’t want to have to break in a new sergeant.” 

“I’m the only one hurt.” 

You rub neosporin over the cuts, before you apply some gauze, and then bandages. When it’s done you pull out the Advil and pop two in his hand before handing him a small paper cup. He pops the pills before sliding off the counter. You push him into the doorway so you can clean up. 

You can feel his eyes tracking you, and then you feel them on your ass. You straighten and look at him, “Are looking at my ass?” He blushes and you laugh, “Good to know I still got it.” 

“Sorry.” 

You shrug, “You can’t do this every time Mike.” 

He leans against the frame, “I know.” 

“Bloody knuckles aren’t a good look.” 

“Usually I wear gloves, but tonight I needed to feel it.” 

You sigh, and once again steer him towards the living room. You push him onto the couch and he looks up at you, “You know, you push me around a lot.” 

You roll your eyes, as you search for the card you need, “Someone’s gotta do it.” You find it and hand it over to him. 

“A therapist?” 

You wrap your arms around yourself, “It’s who I go to. It’s how I keep the job from swallowing me whole. And this job, this department will do it Mike. Don’t let it.” He stares at you for a second and your brow furrows. You settle down on the couch next to him and place a hand on his forearm. You don’t miss how he leans into it, and that’s when it hits you; the poor guy is touch starved. 

Your lips purse, mainly because you didn’t notice it before. You’re a fairly affectionate person to those you know. You hang off of Sonny all the time, or lay your head on Liv’s shoulder, you’ve been known to rest your chin on Barba’s shoulder as he reads, but you haven’t gotten to that point with Mike yet. That needs to change. 

You grip his shoulder and gently tug him towards you. He hesitates for half a second before he leans into it, and you have his head settled in your lap. You run your fingers through his hair, and let your nails scrape against his scalp. He melts into it. And when the sobs come, and tears for Lily fall, you don’t stop, because Mike Dodds is a good man. 

You lean your head down so that you’re bowed over him, and you whisper reassuring words: he did his best, he’s a good man, he’s kind, he’s strong, he’s gentle. You feel him grip your hand with one his own, and you know this moment of weakness is a huge sign of trust, and you wonder who he has in his life. You decide he has you and the squad and you’ll make damn sure that’s enough. 

You wake up the next morning, on top of Mike. Your limbs are tangled together and his arms are holding you close to his chest. You can feel yourself blushing, especially when, in his sleep he buries his nose in your hair. But you don’t fight it. You actually like being in his arms, and you stop the thought there because you can’t go any farther. 

Eventually, he starts to stir, and when he’s awake he blinks at you owlishly and you declare, “You’re like an octopus when you sleep, you have to glomp onto something.” 

He laughs, “Nope. Just you.” 

You roll your eyes, and he lets you go as you roll off of him. “I bet you have a body pillow and everything.” 

He snorts and follows you into the kitchen, “Yeah right.” 

You start making coffee, and you hear Mike ask, “Do you think having a life outside of the force is actually possible?” 

You raise an eyebrow, “I’d imagine so. Liv seems to have figured it out with Noah. . . I mean it took her fifteen years . . .” The quip doesn’t get the smile you expect. “What’s going on Mike?” 

“I want it.” 

“A life?” 

“The wife, the kids, the house in the suburbs.” 

You lean against the counter, “So what’s stopping you from getting it?” 

“Life, my father, the rules? What about you?” 

“Husband sounds nice. So do the kids. I don’t know about the suburbs though. I think I’d spend more time in the car than at home. Plus, I like knowing I can get takeout at any time day or night.” 

He smiles at that, “I could compromise with that.” 

Your brow furrows as you process and then your mouth makes a little “oh” shape. He smiles, “For such a good detective you’re oblivious.” 

“Only in my personal life. I actually ended up dating a guy for a year and didn’t know it until he tried to kiss. I thought we were just hanging out!” 

Mike walks towards, you and hesitates before you give him a small nod. He cages you in with his arms and bends down so he’s looking you in the eye, “I’d like to take you on a date detective.” 

You grin, “See, that’s how you do it. Simple, straight forward, and I don’t have to interpret anything.” 

“Is that a yes?” 

You roll your eyes, “Duh.” 

He laughs, and you nudge him, “Come on, you have to admit this will make a good story to tell those hypothetical children you were talking about.”” 

“Yeah. Oh how did I ask your mother out, well it was just after a case, I alluded to the future, and she still didn’t get a hint, and when I asked her out she said duh.” 

You pat his cheek affectionately, “You’ve got time to work on your storytelling skills.” 

You move to walk away and he snags you around the waist, spinning you towards him and you squeal before falling into laughter as his fingers dance across your ribs, tickling you. You break free and make a mad dash around the apartment. You dodge him for several minutes before going on the offensive. You jump from the couch and onto his back. 

He takes your weight: no problem, and makes sure your secure before allowing the two of you to fall back onto the couch together. You wrap your arms around him from behind, and clasp them together right near his heart, and lean forward so that your cheek is pressed against his.  His large hand comes up to cover yours. Quietly he says, “You’re one of the only people I can be ‘just Mike’ around.” 

“Hmm. I think you should be ‘just Mike’ all the time. He’s a good dude.” 

He laughs, and when he turns his head you lean in and brush your lips against his. He’s hesitant at first, and you can understand why. He’s a good guy, but with the things you see on the job, he needs to be sure. So you say, “You can always check in with me Mike. My standard code is green is good to go, yellow is slow down, and red is stop, just ask for my color.” 

He visibly relaxes, “Color.” 

“Green.” 

His lips crash against yours. They’re warm, and soft, and you think he tastes just a tad like vanilla chapstick. You save that tidbit for later, as your hand threads through his hair. It’s soft and a little fluffy. All in all the moment turns into you two making out like teenagers on the couch and you both leave that day with a few new marks on your neck. 

You don’t disclose, not right away. While you’re pretty sure what you and Mike have is the real deal, you want to be careful. You know his dad isn’t going to take your relationship well, and filing disclosure paperwork is a big neon sign for a fight. 

So, you pass the days with secret looks and covert touches, as Mike continues to fully integrate himself into the squad. You catch him joking with Liv, and talking baseball with Rollins. He, Sonny, and Finn actually go out to the bar to watch some pay per view fight every other week. Things are good. . . until they aren’t. 

It starts off as a simple favor from Liv asking you to pick her up on the way to the DNA conference. You agree, rather reluctantly from the warmth of Mike’s arms while he still sleeps wrapped around you like a koala. He’s spending more and more nights at your place in the six months you’ve been dating. In fact, he basically lives with you at this point. He has clothes in drawers and hanging up in the closet. His gym bag has a home in your hall closet, and he has shampoo, conditioner, and other toiletries in the bathroom. It should seem like things are moving too fast, instead it’s like things are meant to be. 

You untangle yourself from Mike’s arms, and get ready as quietly as possible. When you get out of the shower, he’s awake but still in bed. He smiles lazily at you as you get dressed, “Leaving a little early, aren’t you?” 

“Liv asked me to pick her up on the way to the conference.” 

He sighs and shifts under the covers, “You guys gone all day?” 

“Most of it, unless something comes up.” 

You swoop down and kiss him, before you can pull back he murmurs, “Love you.” 

He goes still, when he realizes what he just said, but you don’t hesitate, “Love you too.” You toss him a wink that has hime laughing and you’re out the door. It’s fast but you and Mike just click. 

You pick Liv up, and you thank her profusely when she shoves a cup of coffee at you. She grins, “Don’t thank me yet. It’s a bribe. I need to make a stop. Lucy is worried about the other family she nannies for.” 

You shrug, “Give me the address and let’s go.” 

“There’s the enthusiasm I love you for!” You just laugh. 

You follow her to the door, and take in the sights on the street. You never see the butt of the gun coming. It makes contact with the back of your head . . . hard, and you go down, and then everything goes black.

When you come to your  hands are ziptied behind your back, and you have to wiggle into a sitting position.

You look around and find Liv in a chair next to who you assume is the mother. Her face has bruises blooming. Your gaze moves to the two kids in the corner. They look terrified.  Your gaze then shifts to a man and a woman; they’re obviously on something, and that is not good. 

The man, Joe, catches you up on the situation; you’re being held hostage, the mother is being sent out with a third accomplice to get the money they want and you, Liv, and the kids are his meal ticket. When the mother leaves, Joe decides to separate you from the group. He grabs you by the hair, and drags you to your feet. 

The moment you’re standing you act on instinct, and you throw your knee into his crotch. He goes down with a whimper, and a second later the girl, Roxie, has punched you, sending you back to the floor. “You bitch!” 

He moves towards you and you glare, “Touch me, and you’ll lose that hand.” He looks wary, having the family jewels attacked tends to do that. Instead of grabbing you again he points the gun at you, “Kitchen now.” 

You do as you’re told, and Roxie is the one who secures you to the table, right next to the unconscious and bleeding father. You listen as the mother is led out of the house, and Liv and the kids are led upstairs. 

The father is unconscious and bleeding from the head. You try to tell yourself that those wounds always look worse. Eventually, exhaustion begins to tug at you. You feel your head dip several times before you allow it to just take over. Knocking on the door is what wakes you.

You listen carefully, and when you hear Mike’s voice on the other side you want to cry. Instead you do your best to keep your face straight and unemotional. He and Sonny are sent away, but you know he knows something is wrong. 

A little while later you hear yelling from upstairs, and after that the telltale signs of sirens. Hostage negotiation is about to begin. Liv and the kids are brought back down, and you’re kept in the kitchen. You listen as negotiations are made for the father to be taken out. You’re a little surprised, but not by much, when Mike enters posing as one of the paramedics. 

You make eye contact with him, and mouth the word green; you’re doing okay. 

He mouths back the word red; he’s not okay. You’re in here, and he can’t get you out, and you know it’s killing him. You watch him disappear through the door and you want to cry because all you want to do is go back to that morning, when he was wrapped around you, and you were safe. 

It’s another hour or two before Roxie leaves to check the SUV, and another hour after that before Joe decides to go out. You’re being left behind, apparently Joe doesn’t like you. But before he goes he squats down in front of you and says, “If it wouldn’t have swat rushing in here, I’d put a bullet in your head.” 

That’s a lie. He isn’t willing to kill, or he would have done it before Mike and Sonny had come looking for you. He knows the jail sentence that carries, and killing a cop usually got you life. You don’t say anything, because you know Joe’s minutes are limited. So instead, you close your eyes and you listen for the sounds. 

Things are unusually quiet before you hear Liv shout and then, the sound of a bullet. Not a minute later the front door bangs open, and Mike is in front of you. He has you cut free in seconds and your shoulders and arms weep in relief as they’re freed. You sort of collapse on top of him before the paramedics move in to help. 

You’re taken to the hospital, and Mike is the one to ride with you. You can hear him shoot Sonny down when he offers. It’s a little forceful and kind of harried. He’s allowing himself to freakout a little bit now. 

Once you’re safely in the ambulance you take his hand and admit, “Yellow.” 

He lets out a breath, “Same.” 

He doesn’t leave your side. Some uniformed officers come to him as you’re in the emergency room, and he sends them to Finn. When his father calls he sends it straight to voicemail, and he admits, “I think it’s time we disclose.” 

“Can we do it after the doctors look at me?” 

He grins, “You’re cracking jokes, that’s good. It means you’re going to be okay.” 

The nurse comes in and asks for your medical history, she looks at Mike pointedly when she does this, and you wave her off. “He can stay.” 

You detail how you had your appendix out when you were eleven, and the few non-life threatening injuries you’ve had on the job: two bullet grazes and a broken arm. And then she asks a doozy of a question, “Are you pregnant or think you might be pregnant?” 

Your immediate reaction is no. You haven’t been in a relationship in years and you’re not a one night stand kind of girl. Then you remember, you’re in a relationship, and yes you’ve used protection, but nothing is a hundred percent effective, especially after watching Mike box. You try to think about when your last period was, but your head hurts from the math. 

You can feel Mike’s eyes on you, and he quietly says “It was over a month ago.” 

You blanche, and the nurse nods as she catches on, “How about we do a test real quick.” 

“Please.” 

She takes some blood and disappears, and you look at Mike with wide eyes. He takes your hand, “It’s going to be okay.” 

“We’ve only been together. . . .” 

“I know. And knowing us. . . it will be okay.” 

“Your dad . . .” 

“Is not a factor in this. This is your choice.” And he looks so strong and so steady, you know what your choice is. 

It takes about an hour to get the results, and the same nurse slips back in. She hands you the piece of paper that reads positive. You hand it to Mike and the nurse looks between the two of you before saying, “That’s going to be one pretty baby.” 

You burst out laughing, and Mike joins you a few seconds later. You’re told an MRI is the best option, but they’re still going to cover your stomach with something to be on the safe side. You have a concussion and they want to keep you overnight to monitor you. 

When that’s dealt with the OBGYN on duty is sent in to check you out. You’re not far along, only seven weeks, and you wonder how you missed it. The doctor assures you that it’s normal, and then asks if you want to hear the baby’s heartbeat. Once again, Mike leaves it up to you, and you nod. 

You grip Mike’s hand as you wait in silence, and when you hear it, a rush of relief leaves you, and you feel a few tears fall. Mike wipes them away and places a kiss on your forehead. You’re cleaned up, and a few minutes later the room is open to visitors. 

Sonny comes in literally seconds later, carrying pizza and cannoli. “I brought food, and managed to convince my mother to not come up and see you. She is, however, lighting a candle for you. Whether it’s for you feeling better or us getting together, I don’t know.” 

You watch Mike’s jaw clench from the corner of your eye. Sonny doesn’t know about you and Mike, and it’s a long standing joke between the two of you since he’s hopelessly in love with Barba, and usually Mike doesn’t mind, but you can tell he’s feeling a little protective. You find that a hostage and surprise daddy-hood will do that to a man. 

“Thanks Sonny.” 

“No problem. The lieu is asking for you by the way, Sarge. She’s just down the hall, 308. Tucker, the Chief, and Finn were in there too.” 

Reluctantly, you watch Mike move out of the room, and once he’s gone Sonny closes the door and turns to you, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” 

Of course he’s figured it out, “Does anyone else know?” 

“Naw. Everyone knows you two are close, I just know the two of you better than they do. And the mom jokes have been wearing on him lately. So, how long have you two been . . . ?” 

“Six months.” 

He hands you a slice of pizza, “You going to disclose?” 

“Kind of have to.”

“Have to?” 

You swallow your bite of pizza, “I’m pregnant. Seven weeks. And I’m only telling you, because you’re my best friend and you know everything.” 

“I thought your parents were doctors. Didn’t they teach you about safe sex?” He teases. 

“Yes. They did not, however, teach me about the allure of watching one’s partner box.” 

He makes a face, “Too much information.” 

You scoff, “I’ve listened to you go on and on about Barba and your secret dates, and him waiting for you after you took the bar, and much more sordid things. You can handle my PG 13 story.” 

He pushes another slice on you, “Just eat, so my niece or nephew can grow properly.” 

You’re released from the hospital the next day. Sonny is the one to drive you home and stay with you while Mike is forced into the precinct. He’s determined to get the disclosure paperwork in ASAP, and the paperwork in regards to the hostage situation is somewhat sorted on top of that. 

When he finally gets home later that night, his tie and jacket are stuffed into his gym bag, and his sleeves are rolled up. He collapses on the sofa next to you while Sonny just watches in amusement. “Paperwork in?” 

Mike allows his body to fall so that his head lands in your lap and he’s staring at Sonny, “It’s in. I was told it might take a few months to end up on my father’s desk though, since it has to go through HR.” 

It doesn’t take a few months for it to land on his father’s desk. In fact, news of your relationship spreads like wildfire through the department. It results in teasing from Finn and Rollins, a sit down/ serious conversation with Liv, and stares from others in the precinct. You make it a habit to keep things strictly professional in the workplace, all while keeping your baby a secret. 

Mike’s dad blows into the office, two weeks after the paperwork is filed. His face is red with anger and he locks onto you the moment he storms through the doorway. Mike catches him before he reaches you. There’s a whispered, “Not here,” before Dodds senior is whisked away into one of the conference rooms. 

You do your best to ignore it, but you can still hear snippets; accusations of you sleeping your way to a better job, accusations of you using Mike, accusation after accusation, and it has your eyes prickling with tears. Damn pregnancy hormones. 

Barba comes in half way through the tirade, where the entire department is watching the father/son duo duke it out, and settles next to you. He offers you a handkerchief, and you just know that his boyfriend told him what’s going on. 

That’s when Liv notices and scoots over to you, “Why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” 

You’re just about to respond when you hear Mike shout out, “Cause I love her dad. We’re having a baby!” 

Your face burns as Liv’s jaw drops open. You grab your stuff and you bolt. You’re later told by Sonny that Dodds senior actually collapses into a chair at the news. 

You make it back to the apartment, fully exhausted, and climb into bed. Maybe if you hide under the covers long enough, the embarrassment of today will fade away? You groan into your pillow. Eventually, you fall asleep. 

You wake up when the bed shifts. You’re more than a little cranky when you pull the covers back to look at your boyfriend. He moves in for a kiss and you dodge it, and glare, “Red.” 

He sighs and nods, “I’m sorry.” 

You sit up, “That never should have happened in the precinct, Mike. I’m . . . I don’t even have words for how humiliated I am. And I can’t believe you told him about the baby. . . I’m not even out of the first trimester.” 

“I’m sorry, I just . . . I got so mad. He kept talking about how everything we wanted could be ruined by this, that there were other girls out there, and just a bunch of bad stuff. And as I stood there listening, something just clicked. If I let him, he’d run the rest of my life. He’d pick out who I was supposed to marry, tell me the appropriate number of kids to have . . . and I just snapped. I said literally everything that’s been on my mind for years.” 

Your lips twitch, “Feel good?” 

“So, good.” 

You wait a second before you say, “Yellow.” 

He smiles and moves to take your hands, “It took me a while but I finally stood up to him. It just took him threatening what I love most.” 

“Better late than never. Thank you for defending our honor. That being said, if I see your father again before this day is a distant memory, I will scratch his eyes out.” 

Mike sighs, “That might be difficult.” 

“Why?” 

“He’s outside the front door. He heard the word baby, and I swear the man started making plans.” 

You groan, “We’re going to have to go into WITSEC, or kill him. I don’t think there’s any middle ground.” 

Mike places a kiss on your temple, “What do you want to do?” 

“Send him away. I really, I just . . . I can’t deal with him right now Mike.” 

He doesn’t hesitate, “Okay.” 

He’s gone for only a few minutes before he returns. You make room for him to cuddle up beside you and he does just. You take the position of big spoon, and wrap around him like a boa constrictor and say, “Green.”  He just smiles. 

You are put on desk duty the next day, which you feel is a little unfair. Rollins was nearly six months along before she had to stay behind a desk. Apparently, carrying the chief’s grandkid meant different rules. 

Three months later, you’re still successfully dodging the chief, and you’re starting to show. You’re trying to button your pants, but it’s not happening. Mike, who has officially moved in, is watching from the bed, “We need to get you some maternity clothes. We can go this weekend.” 

You look at him in the mirror and then down at your protruding belly. You poke it once, and sigh,”That doesn’t solve the problem of what I’m going to wear today.”  

“Wear the blue dress. You’re not carrying a sidearm, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

“It doesn’t fit over my boobs anymore.” 

His gaze flickers to your chest and then you see a small grin, “Yeah, I can understand that. Do you have a skirt that would fit? You could pair it with one of my dress shirts, and then we could stop by a store tonight?” 

You swoop down and place a kiss on his lips, “That works.” 

You find a skirt with enough stretch, and tuck Mike’s dress shirt into it. It’s a little baggy, but not overly so. You slip on some flats and you head out the door together. Mike’s only dropping you off at the precinct, he’s headed upstate to visit Gregory Yates while you have another fascinating day of paperwork ahead of you. 

You kiss him goodbye right as Liv steps out of the precinct, she shoots you a smile and jokes, “I don’t have to kiss him when I get in, do I?” 

“Nope. I don’t share.” 

She laughs and they’re gone a minute later. You get a few more stares than usual as you walk through the precinct. Your bump is on display instead of hidden under previously baggy shirts. Finn lets out a whistle when you walk in, “You sure you’re not having twins.” 

Rollins punches his arm for you, while Sonny stops just to the side and stares, “Is the baby kicking yet?” 

“I feel flutters, but no one else has been able to feel anything.” 

“By no one, you mean Mike?” 

“Well he is the father.” 

He crosses his arms, “Let me try.”

You sit down at your desk, “No. This is important to Mike, and I don’t really like anyone touching me but him right now.” 

He pouts a little bit, and you say, “Once it’s more common I’ll let you feel. I promise.” That’s all it takes for him to be smiling Sonny again. 

It’s nearly lunchtime when you get the call; Yates and Rudnick have escaped. It’s all hands on deck, well all hands except you. You’re left behind to coordinate things in the precinct and pass on information; which is why you’re completely alone when Dodds Senior enters the precinct. 

He locks onto you, and approaches carefully. He stops just a few feet away, and you stand up from your desk. His eyes go to you bump, and he asks, “Do you have any updates for me detective?” 

“Rudnick has been located, detective Carisi is speaking with him, and teams have been dispatched.” 

“Chicago PD?” 

“Has joined the teams. One detective is with Sonny and Rollins, and the other is with Mike.” 

He sighs, “With any luck we’ll get Yates too.” 

“Yes sir.” 

He nods, and his hands go to his hips, “How have you been detective?” 

“Fine sir.” 

“And the baby?”

Your hand goes to rest on your bump protectively, and you debate telling him anything, “Good as well, sir. We got to see them on our last visit.” 

His eyes widen slightly, “Do you know what it is?” 

“We have it written on a sheet of paper. We haven’t looked yet.” 

“Not curious?” 

“Of course, but Mike and I have a bet going on in regards to the name. We settled on a first name in each case, but the middle name was bugging us. So we made a deal, whoever looks first loses, and the winner gets to decide the middle name.” 

“And if neither of you look?” 

“Barba gets to decide.” 

His brow furrows, “The DA?” 

“Yeah. I had a crying fit early on, and he got me like a dozen muffins to make me feel better, in all the different flavors I wanted. That qualifies him for sainthood.”  

“I see. And your parents? How do they feel about being grandparents?” 

“They don’t know.” 

“They don’t?” 

“No. You see they’re surgeons, so are my siblings. Which means if my parents or siblings find out, then the rest of the hospital finds out, and all of a sudden my OB is being bothered at all hours of the night, and I’m getting texts about totally private things.” 

His lips twitch, “When do you plan on telling them?” 

“When I’m in labor, and not partway through either, most of the way through. That way, they hopefully won’t get here when I’m in labor.” 

“Your family dynamic is rather complicated, isn’t?” 

“I’m the youngest of four. I was adopted when I was only a few days old. I was abandoned at the hospital, and my mom said she just knew I was meant to be theirs, she says I’ve been surprising them ever since. So, in all actuality, I’m pretty much on brand.” 

He smiles, “Well. I hope to meet them one day.” 

“I’m sure you will. This will be the first grandkid.” 

“You siblings don’t have any children?” 

“Not yet. My oldest sister is in the middle of her second specialty fellowship, and the other two are finishing up residency.” 

Dodds senior has just opened his mouth to ask another question, when the phone rings. On the other end is Benson, and what she has to say makes your blood run cold. You hang, and grab the chief’s arm, “Mike’s been shot. We need to go.” You don’t need to say anything else. His speed picks up, and he reverses the hold you have on him, so that he has an arm wrapped around your shoulders as he leads you to his car. 

The ride is filled with worry, made only worse by the hormones running through your body. You reach the hospital, white as a sheet, and you’re on the verge of name dropping when a doctor comes out to see you. He leads you to the back where Mike is. It’s a through and through shot that will require some PT and time off, but he’s okay. 

His eyes are a little blurry, a clear sign of pain medication, but he holds his hand out to you and you take it. You swoop down to place a kiss on his brow, “You scared the crap out of me Mike.” 

“Hhm, Sorry honey.” 

You growl a bit, “That Chicago detective is lucky I’m not hunting her down right now.” 

He tugs you down next to him, “It’s not her fault.”

You don’t believe that for a second. His hand settles on your lower back, “Hey dad. Didn’t expect to see you here so soon.” 

“I was with Y/N when the call came in.” 

He raises an eyebrow, “You two were together? Without supervision?” He focuses on his dad, “And she didn’t kill you?” 

Dodds senior hesitates and you say, “We’re working on things. Today was a good start.” 

He lets out a sigh of relief, “Thank God.” He focuses on you again, “I’m sorry we couldn’t go shopping today.” 

His dad perks up, “Shopping for baby things? I can always help with that. I can help put stuff together too.” 

Your lips quirk, “Maternity clothes. Nothing fits except yoga pants, and if you let me wear those to work I think that would be blatant favoritism.”  

“Oh.” 

“But we do need to start getting stuff for the nursery. Get all the office stuff into storage.” 

He nods, “I can do that. I know people!” And before you know it he’s off making plans and calling people. You look down at Mike, “He’s a little bit of a control freak, ain’t he?” 

Mike scoffs, “That’s down playing it big time.” 

The remaining months of your pregnancy are spent getting things ready for the baby. Dodds senior becomes somewhat of a fixture in your apartment. He and Mike assemble furniture together, and you can see where he’s trying to let Mike make his own choices. When he suggest counter terrorism and Mike turns it down, he doesn’t bring it up again. 

Your baby shower happens in your eighth month, right as the Munson case hits the news. You’re in the elevator with Barba when he’s threatened, and you’re more than a little touched when he steps in front of you. You spend the time memorizing the bastard’s face, and then you chew Barba out for not telling anyone about the threats. Sonny is especially upset with his boyfriend. 

He’s in the middle of chewing him out when you get the call from senior, “Mike’s in a hostage situation, get here ASAP.” 

Rollins drives you. You arrive and William is there to intercept you, you’re just about to ask what the hell happened when you hear the gun go off, and a chill runs down your spine. You can feel time slow down, and then you hear the call, “Officer down!” 

You feel the bile rise as you push into the house, and see Mike bleeding on the floor, with William using his jacket to try and stop it.  You glare at Munsen who’s now in handcuffs, but you can’t do anything. You just watch in horror as the blood pours through. 

You can faintly hear William call your name, but it takes you a few seconds to focus. “Am I riding or you?”

“You.” The response comes before you can stop it. They’re gone a second later, and you feel an arm wrap around you. You look up at Rollins, and she gives you a sad smile, before leading you towards the car. 

Once in, you take out your phone and find the contact. It rings twice before she answers: “Hello?”

You can’t hold back the sob in your voice, “Mom, I need you.” 

The hospital is a flurry of activity when you arrive, officers line the walls, and William is at the center with Olivia. He goes to you immediately, asking if you need anything. You shake your head as a doctor approaches. He looks scared shitless, and you know he’s talked to your mother, “Detective Grey?” You nod, and he swallows visibly, “I’m Leon Richards, the hospital administrator. I just talked with your mother, Dr. Grey, she’s assigned someone from Grey-Sloan Memorial to observe the surgery while she and your father fly in.” 

Your throat is dry, “Thank you.” 

“Please let us know if you need anything.” You say nothing else as he walks away. The name Meredith Grey carries a lot of weight in the medical world. And you can’t help the burst of laughter, because you had warned Mike against using his father’s name, and here you were using your mothers. Everyone looks at you like you’re crazy, but you suppose that’s allowed because no one says anything.

It takes several hours before your mother and father arrive. You study them as they walk towards you. Your father’s face is slightly wrinkled. Your mother keeps her hair dyed, and she looks incredibly good for her age. She takes one look at you, and your protruding belly, and pulls you into a hug, “You are so my child.” 

She passes you to your dad next. He whispers words of comfort in your ear as your mother stomps off in search of who’s in charge. “She had Bailey and Jo observe the surgery. They were sending her updates through the whole thing. No doubt she wants to go in and make sure they didn’t botch anything up.” 

You take another shuddering breath, “I don’t know what I’ll do if. . .” 

“Don’t go there love. Don’t let yourself go there.” 

You sigh, “How can I not, I mean look at you and mom . . . you lost Abby and mom lost Derek, and now. . . now I might lose Mike.” 

Your father doesn’t say anything. He knows tragedy like the back of his hand, and he knows Meredith does too. They’ve both been in this situation; the potential loss of losing their person. And he has no doubt Mike is your person. While you may not have told them about their impending grandparent status you had told them all about Mike, and the boy had even joined you on zoom calls. Cormac had liked the young man, he had fit in well. He had taken the teasing from Liam and Austin well, he’d talked sports with Bailey, and had handled Zola’s interrogation well, and he had managed to make Ellis laugh. He was good people. 

“Tell me about your pregnancy. About my grandchild. Your brothers and sisters are going to flip when they find out you kept this a secret.” 

Your lips twitch, “You guys would have dragged me home and wrapped me in bubble wrap.” 

“You’ll understand that feeling soon enough. The moment you hold that baby, you’ll understand the desire to protect it from every evil in the world. I felt it with Liam. I felt it with Austin. I felt it with Zola, Bailey, and Ellis when I met them. And I felt it with you the first time I saw you in the NICU.

“You were so tiny, but you were such a fighter. I remember your mother coming up to bug me for a consult down in the ER, and she just paused at the sight of you. We weren’t even dating then, you know? We just, each saw you, and felt that you were ours. Brought the kids up and they agreed.” 

“And now, here you are nearly thirty years later.” 

He nods, “No matter how this ends, you’ll survive. You’ll go on for your little one.” 

Your hand cradles your bump as a kick comes through. There’s a shout of your name and you lean forward to see your mom. She’s dressed in scrubs, with the ferry boat scrub cap on. All she says is, “I’m going in. I’ll see you on the other side.” And then she’s gone. 

It’s another two hours before you see her again. And in that time your dad forces you to eat, drink some water, and walk around. When your mom appears again, she has a small army of doctors shuffling behind her, and looking at her in awe. You motion for William to join you.

She smiles, “He’s stable. He’s in the recovery room right now, when he’s moved to his ICU room you can see him.” 

You throw your arms around her as tight as they’ll go, and she hugs back. When you pull back you can feel the tears, and she’s quick to wipe them away. She pulls out her phone, “Okay, now stand where I can get your profile, so I can send a picture to the family and freak them out.”  

You do as she asks, before you settle in for a lecture on hiding a pregnancy. You listen to her rant and when she sees you not taking it seriously, she asks, “Why are you smiling?” 

“Because both you and your mother hid a pregnancy. Technically, I’m just following family tradition.” 

She looks at your dad, “Cormac.” 

He shrugs, “She’s stubborn, like you love. We knew that when she insisted she never needed training wheels on her bike, we knew that when she didn’t cry for use to stay when we dropped her off at kindergarten, we knew that when she decided to be a cop instead of a doctor.” 

Your mother’s lips twitch, but before she can say anything a nurse comes out to tell her that Mike’s been moved back to ICU. She leads you and William back, and your dad tags along as well. 

Mike looks incredibly pale and your mother assures you that’s from the blood loss, and they have a transfusion going on still. “It’ll still be a while before he wakes up.” 

The four of you settle in. Your mom doesn’t say much, she continually checks on Mike, and your father examines his chart. 

When his eyes do open, you can sense something’s wrong. It’s not just the anesthesia, something is wrong you can feel it in your gut. When he gets some things confused you look towards your mom and dad who are studying you. When you shake your head, something isn’t right, they both pounce. 

Your mother starts a neurological exam while your dad gets your aunt Ameila on the phone. She’s put on speaker a moment later and she starts listing out tests, while your mother responds with what she sees. It takes three before Ameila barks to get him back into surgery, it’s an aneurysm. Your dad pushes the code blue button, and doctors and nurses come running. 

They’re both barking out orders, and you’re a little surprised when your dad heads back towards the operating room too, and you’re once again left to wait. You pace this time, non stop, and you can feel senior���s eyes on you the entire time. 

It’s a few hours later when your dad comes out. Your breath stills in your lungs, and you know it’s not good. His voice is serious, “He’s alive. The neuro surgeon did an excellent job, your aunt Ameila observed from Seattle. She’s going to fly out as soon as she can. However there was bleeding on the brain. They’ve put him into a medically induced coma to heal. We won’t know the extent of the damage, or if there even is any damage until we feel confident about bringing him out of it. And there’s always a chance things could get worse.” 

The words wash over you, and then there’s this blinding pain in your belly. You nearly go to the floor and you hear your father yelling for help, and then everything goes blissfully dark. 

You wake up in a hospital bed, and find your mom next to you. “Your blood pressure is through the roof. It sent you and the baby into distress.” 

“Mike?” 

“He’s hanging in there.” She adjusts so she’s sitting on the side of your bed, “You have to go on bed rest though. Your dad and I took some time off work, we’re going to stay with you.” 

You don’t protest, you just lean into her hand when she cups your cheek, and you try not to cry.

Bed rest isn’t fun. It’s you sitting on the couch, with either your mother or your father watching over you. Whichever one isn’t there, is at the hospital, because they’re workaholics, and no hospital is going to say no to Meredith Grey or Cormac Hayes doing surgeries or consultations.

Your Aunt Amelia arrives, and it’s through zoom that you watch her examine Mike. Her prognosis is good, but she won’t know for certain until he wakes up, and she’s not comfortable waking him up just yet. She stops by your apartment for a hug, and to feel the baby kick and then she’s on the next flight out. She’s not a fan of New York. Too many bad memories, she says. 

You go into labor nearly two weeks into bedrest. The baby will still be early, but not terribly so. Your father figures he or she will spend a week in the NICU at most. Your parents take turns coaching you through labor, but you draw the line at either of them delivering the baby. Instead your poor OB is subjected to their stares of death each time you cry out in pain. Then again, that’s your fault, you refused the epidural. 

It takes fourteen hours of labor to bring your baby into the world, and during that time your get to hear both of your mother’s birth stories. They don’t help things. But the moment you hear your son cry you forget all about it, because your dad was right; all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and protect him from all the bad things in the world. 

You get to hold him briefly, before your dad whisks him away to the NICU to make sure he’s okay while your mom stays with you. She places a kiss on your sweaty forehead and tells you just how proud of you she is. 

You’re kept overnight for observation before you’re sent home. And it’s at that point that you begin to live at the hospital. You go back and forth between the baby you haven’t named and the boyfriend who’s unconscious. You tell each of them about the other. You’re constantly exhausted. 

Eventually, your mom and dad have to head back to Seattle, but to your pleasant surprise Zola flies out in their stead. You and Zo had always been close; partly because of the adoption thing and partly because the two of you had just always clicked. 

The two of you stare down at your son and she says, “I can’t believe you grew a human being from scratch.” 

“Tell me about it.” 

There’s a moment of silence before she says, “Before long, Mike can be here with you.” 

You look at her and she shrugs, “Neuro fellow, remember?” 

You grin, because just like her dad and aunt Amelia, she’s absolutely brilliant in the field. You know she’s gotten offers from all the big hospitals, including Grey Sloan. 

“I was thinking about taking a job here, after my fellowship is done.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Making sure you and Mike stay out of trouble, and being able to see my favorite nephew whenever I want are pretty appealing draws. By the way, my nephew needs a name other than baby boy.” 

“I know. But we have time. And Mike has already missed so much, I don’t want him to miss that too.” 

“Fair enough.” 

Turns out, your brilliant sister is right. Mike is brought out of his coma three days later. By that time his incisions are looking great, and you figure he’ll be in a lot less pain than when he initially woke up. 

You watch from the corner of the room as Zola is allowed to do the exam under a local doctor’s watchful eye. She beams at the end, “You got lucky Mike. Your tests and scans show no brain damage. You should thank Y/N for catching the signs.” 

There are tears in his eyes, and his voice is rough from having been on a vent at the beginning of this mess, “Hey you.” 

You take a few hesitant steps towards him, before squatting down next to him. He lifts his hand to run his fingers through your hair, “God, you look amazing.” 

“I had a baby a week ago, I’ve gotten no sleep, and I’ve been living in this freaking hospital. Don’t you ever do this to me again Mike. I mean it, I can’t lose you, do you hear me?” 

He wipes the tears from your face, “Kiss me honey.” 

You oblige him, and when you pull back he asks, “How’s our boy?” 

“He’s amazing. They say he can leave the NICU tomorrow and . . . and you looked!” 

He smiles, “Like two days after we got the results. That means you win middle name rights.” 

Zola leans forward, “So we can finally stop calling him baby boy, and start calling him . . .?” 

You smile, “Aaron Richard Dodds.” 

Zola smiles, “After grandpa?” 

“Yeah. After grandpa.” 

Meredith Gray looks at the picture her oldest daughter just sent her. You’re back in the apartment, in the bedroom, with Mike. You’re cuddled into his side while Aaron lays on his father’s chest. She needs to get it framed. 

“They made a pretty baby, love.” 

She looks back at her husband, “She’s our daughter, of course she made a pretty baby. Mike just made it even better.” 

Bailey leans over her shoulder to look, “He is a pretty man, isn’t he?” 

Meredith laughs, and Cormac rolls his eyes. A trip for the entire family to fly out and meet Aaron and Mike is already in the works. She can’t wait to hold her grandbaby again. She waits until Bailey leaves the room before she turns to Cormac, “I’m so relieved, she didn’t have to go through. . . what we went through.”

“Same love.” There’s another moment of silence before he asks, “You ever think about moving out that way? Liam is at a hospital in Chicago now, and Austin is at one in Connecticut, and Zola . . . well we know she’s going out there.”

She shrugs, “Maybe. I want to see what Bailey and Ellis decide. Bailey has his boards coming up and Ellis is only a year or so away from them herself.” 

“But maybe . . .maybe it’s time for a change.” 

He pulls her to him and kisses her gently, “Just say the word, and I’ll follow you to the ends of the world Doctor Grey.”   

[plaidbooks]

Sonny Carisi

**denotes smut

⛄️ = Holiday bingo 2020

💕= Valentine’s bingo 2021

☀ = Summer Bingo 2021

��� = Moodboard Bingo 2021

🍂 = Fall Bingo 2021

❄ = Holiday Bingo 2021

🍰 = Birthday Bingo 2022

~~NSFW ALPHABET~~**

~~SFW ALPHABET~~

~~Ficlets~~

Just get Home

Oh! You’re Jealous!

Are You Flirting with Me?

Am I Your Lockscreen?

A gentle kiss that turns passionate

A hello/goodbye kiss that needs no thought

Kissing away tears

“Let me fix your tie”

“I bet you think you’re cute letting them run their hands all over you”**

Controlling a remote Vibe**

Reading

A gentle “I love you” after a soft kiss, then a stronger kiss

Kisses where one person is in the other’s lap

Staring at lips before a kiss & a soft kiss, break for “I love you”, then a stronger kiss

“Have you been drinking enough water?”

“Wait” + “Stay with me”

“You’re cold, take my jacket”

“Can I give you a hug? You look upset”

“I have an extra ticket. Would you like to go with me?”

“You’re the first person I think of when I wake up”

“No.... No! Come on, I can’t lose you!” / “I’ll always be by your side”

“Your bedhead is really cute”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror” + “half the time, I got too embarrassed to say anything”

“You are so beautiful--so fucking beautiful” + “It was always you”**

“Don’t you hurt a single hair on her head!”

Trick or Treat 🍂

Twice  🍂

One Call Away 🍂

Mittens/Cold Hands 🍂

A Merry Christmas

Baby’s First Christmas ❄

~~Multichapter Stories~~

The Detective and the Teacher ch. 1 / ch. 2** / ch. 3**  ⛄️

Learning Something New  ⛄️ / Something Sweet**  ⛄️ 

A Glimpse of the Future  ⛄️ / Part 2** / Part 3** / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 5.5  💕

Dating Pains / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Study Buddy / Part 2 💕

R&R / Part 2**

The R Drug** ☀ / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

For Our Girl feat. Mike Dodds** ☀  / Part 2 feat. Mike Dodds**

Ask a Dad 🍰  / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Cabin Life - woodsman!Sonny au masterlist

The Big Leagues - a baseball!AU masterlist

~~Oneshots~~

I’m Okay

Unwind**

First Snow

Secret Santa

Mr. and Mrs. Claus

Wrapping Presents  ⛄️

Mistletoe**  ⛄️

Rough Days**

Love Hurts

Jealousy

Feeling Full**

Past Mistakes

Heated Confessions

Nostalgia (not a reader insert)

Dark on Me

Home**

A Single Lie

Hip-notizing**

Marriage Night**

CPS

Tree Down

Destressing**

Misunderstandings

4 Scenes

Assaulted

Made for Cuddling

New Year’s Surprise**

Undercover

Bickering

Kinks**

Bartering Pain

Fling

New Girl

Bad Decisions

Drinks**

I Needed You

There For You**

Overworked**

Here’s To Trying**

My Beautiful Rose  💕

Make It Up** 💕

100% Smitten  💕

Bella’s Wedding**  💕

Asthma

24 Hour Flu 💕

Lack of Communication 💕 (not a Sonny x reader)

Liquid Courage

Buried

Sorry Ma’am

Did All You Could

Good Girl**

Taken Care Of**

Locked Out

Sex Club

Blue Carnations

Unbiased Help

Dress Blues** (fic 200)

Feeling Cold

Flirt it Out

Guardian Angel

Some Space

Missed Your Taste** ☀

Caught**

Friends

Autumn Leaves 🎇

Once Upon a Time feat. Mike Dodds 🎇

3am Cookies 🎇

Protection 🎇

Rough Beginnings 🎇

Payback

Bachelorette Parties**

Second Thoughts

Turkey Dinners ❄

Building Blocks ❄

Warm Milk

Ripped Dress ❄

Sonni 🍰

Almost Valentine’s Date 🍰

A Normal Day 🍰

Warm It Up

[shatteredteacupss-blog]

Vienna - Sonny Carisi

A little piece written based of Vienna by Billy Joel 

The pitter-patter of the rain was followed suit by the faint sound of my wooden door opening and closing once again, the sound didn’t gain any attention from me because I know Sonny was the only one who would drop by unannounced. He made it a little habit of his, spur of the moment visits after work or whenever he was around the neighbourhood. Sometimes he’d drop by late in the evening and do much other than spend the night in bed curled up against me in some way. Tonight was different though, Sonny full well knew that I was swamped mainly because I had been putting off work to be able to focus more on my dance recital coming up. 

“Hey darling, Hows the paperwork coming along?” I could almost hear the smugness in his voice. 

“Its coming along just fine so far but it would come along better if I didn’t have to do it at all”

“You know if you took a time management class you’d be able to juggle your life a little better” chuckled Sonny

A heavy sigh escaped from my lips because I knew he had a very valid point. Sonny spoke up again breaking the silence

“Since you’ve been working so much on dance lately why dont we have a little show of our own”

I watched Sonny as he slowly walked to the couch and typed away on his phone, before I could even ask what in the world he was talking about the all too familiar sounds of piano chords filled the room. 

“May I have this dance” whispered Sonny 

“Of course”

It all felt so natural. It felt as if my hand was made to fit perfectly in one of his. In this moment I genuinely feel like we’re two puzzle pieces made to be together. Subconsciously I stared singing along 

its alright you can afford to lose a day or two. When will you realise Vienna waits for you? 

“If you can’t listen to me when I tell you to take a break you should listen to dear old Billy Joel” Sonny said softly

Words cant describe the overwhelmed my heart is right now. Pulling my hand out of his I quickly use it to pull his face down to mine. We’ve shared many kisses before, some playful and some intimate, but this one was filled with nothing but love. Our lips moved in sync as the song carried on in the background. As I pull away the only thing I could bring myself to say is 

“Vienna waits for us”

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Most popular oneshot: According to ao3 if I’m looking at kudo and hit counts, my barisi fic A Word, which I wrote when Mike “My Father the Inventor of the Toaster Strudel” Dodds first came onboard on SVU. ah, simpler times...

Most popular multichapter: Ao3 says it’s Runts Make Petty Kings, which is the Loki/Jane Foster space adventure enemies to friends to lovers semi-epic that i originally wrote for NaNoWriMo a few years ago. It’s still technically the longest fic I’ve ever written (we’ll see if Violet Skies takes that crown by the time I’m finished with it LOL) and I’m still amazed I wrote it. 

Actual worst part of writing: Probably getting stuck on something. This is pretty broad, but it really is the worst. Whether it’s because it’s an important scene and you don’t know how to make it interesting cuz to you the scene isn’t interesting but it’s important to the story so you can’t just cut it. Or also when you’re stuck because you want to get a specific idea across and you can’t seem to manifest it into words in the same exact way it lives in your brain. And you know once it’s properly on the page it’ll be amazing... but you just can’t get it right.

How you choose your titles: Song lyrics/titles or poetry lines are very helpful. Sometimes a play on a phrase or idiom. Or I’ll take something from the theme of the piece. 

Do you outline: Only my big multichapter ones and they’re always vague. For instance, Runts Make Petty Kings had a very loose outline for its final chapters (mostly cuz it was Nano and i was in a time crunch and figuring out where i wanted to go ahead of time was very helpful). Violet Skies also has an outline just cuz i had so many ideas and me jotting those ideas down somehow became the outline. 

Ideas I probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice? SO many. I have a good chunk of Jafar/Adam ideas I probably won’t ever write. A couple of TOG fic ideas. More than half a dozen Loki fic ideas that would be cool, but I don’t have the time or energy to ever write.

Callouts @ Me: Why do you take so long to update??? STOP STARTING NEW WIPs!! sooo many niche crossover ships.... 

Best writing traits: I think I have a good handle on how certain characters act in specific situations and managing to keep them in-character even when presented with a situation you’d never expect them to be in. That’s one of the reasons why I think I’m pretty good with writing crossovers and finding ways of making those worlds work together even when they obviously shouldn’t. Also I think i’m pretty good at world building.

Spicy Tangential Opinion: This isn’t very original but... everybody (myself included) needs to be reblogging fics more. And leaving kudos and comments. If you liked a fic, let the author know. A kudo means you read and enjoyed the thing. Great! A comment, even if it’s a simple “i liked it” could make the author’s day!!! Feedback means the world to fic writers and we all should be doing more to give it to them.

[sortofanobsession]

Full Masterlist

+AU fics **ABO AU fics. ^Coda fics

Our Flag Means Death:

Fics:

Death is in the details (WIP) Part 1, Part 2

9-1-1:

Bathena:

Oneshot/Prompt Fills:

Of Mixed Emotions and Loving Families (Ao3)

Madney:

Oneshot/Prompt Fills:

No one should ever mess with Maddie (Ao3)

Bobby as Buck’s Pseudo-Father:

Oneshots/Fics:

The Nature of Pain (Ao3) Ch 1, Ch 2

A rescue of a different kind (Ao3) (Buddie Sequel: Play Ball)

Buddie:

Oneshot/Prompt Fills:

**I’m Begging you to be my Escape (Ao3) Story Masterlist

+Some lawyers just don’t follow the law (Ao3)

+Breath in, Wheeze out  (Ao3)

Buck’s Ducks (Ao3)

+Fear in the Shadows (Ao3)

^Eddie’s Epiphany (3x10 Coda) (Ao3)

+Saving and Losing (Ao3)

The Nature of Pain (Ao3) Ch 1, Ch 2

Music to his ears (Ao3)

+Trauma shakes the soul and marks the skin (Ao3) Soulmate AU

**Flames fueling the fight (Ao3)

A truly terrible lesson to learn (Ao3)

**Life on one’s own (Ao3) Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

+Never going down without a fight (Ao3)

**A Bit Emotionally FUBAR (Ao3) Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

+Uninvited Guests (Ao3)

+A Doggone Terrible Birthday (Ao3)

+Jet Lag and Second Chances (Ao3)

+Demons in the Dark (Ao3)

^Long Drive Home 911 Crossover Coda (Ao3) Ch 1, Ch 2 

^Safe Place and Safer People 4x04 Coda (Ao3) 

^Best Visitors, Worst Visitors 4x04 Coda (Ao3) Part 1, Part 2

Mother’s Day Flowers (Ao3)

+Reality Deep Down (Long overdue Eddie Begins AU) (Ao3)

Arguing with Passion (Ao3)

^Problems and Pancakes 5x13 Coda

^ You can't return unless you leave first 5x16 May Day Coda

In a Flash or Two Pre-6b Speculative Fic (Ao3), Ch 1 (Eddie POV), Ch 2 (Bobby’s POV), Ch 3 (Buck’s POV)

^Terror and Time 6x10 In a Flash Coda #1

^I’m afraid of what you’ll see, right now 6x10 In a Flash Coda #2 Prompt fill

Series:

No one should ever mess with the Buckley Siblings (Ao3 Series)

No one should ever mess with Maddie

No one should ever mess with Buck

Buck and Eddie can’t catch a break (Ao3 Series)

Now when do I start to feel again?-  Part 1, Part 2

Charles Darwin nodded and smiled a knowing smile Part 1

**New Life of Omega Buck- (Ao3 Series)

Part 1: Pain given and pain received 

Part 2: Out of the haze

Part 3: Nothing heals the soul more than family

Part 4: Nothing can hurt you more than family Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3

The Boys:

+There Goes the Neighborhood (Ao3)  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,  Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Star Wars (Sequel Trilogy):

FinnPoe/Stormpilot:

Oneshot/Prompt Fills:

Fluidity of Time (Ao3)

FinnPoeRey/Jedistormpilot:

Oneshot/Prompt Fills:  

Feeling the Force (Ao3)

Far from Fearless (Ao3) 

Shovel Talks Should be for the Experienced Only (Ao3)

Building a new, New Republic (Ao3)

Chaos at the Market (Ao3)

Law & Order SVU:

Oneshot/Prompt Fills

Barisi:

+No Pity & No Party (Ao3)

Barisi/Reader (Soulmates):

+A Case of Expectations ( Ao3) 

Mike Dodds/Reader (Soulmates):

 +Unbelievable (Ao3)

Ao3/Non-Tumblr Works:

MCU:

Darcy Ship Oneshots/Songfics:

Put the Playlist on Shuffle and let it fly

Chapter/Ship List:

Hear Me by Imagine Dragons (Darcy/Bucky)

100 Suns by 30 Seconds to Mars (Darcy & Everyone, Hint of Darcy/Bucky)

Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons (Darcy/Steve)

Wild Ones (Feat. Sia) by Flo Rida (Darcy/Clint)

Unforgettable by Nat Kind Cole (Darcy/Steve)

Tonight by Hanson (Darcy/Bruce)

Love is Greed by Passion Pit (Darcy & Natasha)

Already Home bye Hanson (Darcy/Bucky)

Saturday Nights Alright by Elton John (Darcy & Everyone)

Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon (Darcy/Sam)

Facing the Inevitable Series WIP:

+Fight, Flight, or What you Deserve

+Missed Opportunities and Major Regrets 

MCU 

Moon Knight/Eternals (Crossover)

Reader Insert

+To Cry for the Moon (Marc/Steven/Khonshu x Female Eternal!Reader) Series part 1, part 2, part 3

AUs/Gifsets:

April Fools

Clintasha Baby Chronicles

X-Men FC on FF.net:

The Dreams of Heroes WIP 

A/N: This work was first ever, I lost the notebook and files for a very long time, I do intend to finish it. 

[barisi-is-bae]

Masterlist

Works by linzclair219, aka @barisi-is-bae, aka @dorisi-my-dears

Barisi (Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr./Rafael Barba)

Fanfiction

The Song of Sonny and Rafael: 

Realization 

Company

Belong

Search

Oneshots

Cookies

Amazing 

Headcanons

Judge Barba’s Chambers

Noah and Love

Bothering a Judge

Sonny’s Sweatshirt 

Abuelita’s Funeral

Rafael’s 50th Birthday

Dorisi (Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr./Mike Dodds)

Fanfiction

Multi-chapter

Context

Stay

Oneshots 

Adventure

Mike’s Return

Headcanons

Mike’s Return

Uniformed Boys

More Undercover Sonny

Sonny’s Body

Rolivia (Olivia Benson/Amanda Rollins)

Headcanons

Happy Family 

Dodcek (Mike Dodds/Johnny Dubcek)

Fanfiction

A Year of Firsts

[bullet-prooflove]

Blood Bane - Mike Dodds - Werewolf AU

There was blood in Mike’s mouth and gristle in his ivory white teeth as he rubbed at them frantically with the pad of his forefinger, trying to dislodge the meat in between his incisors. The copper tang of blood still lingered on his tongue, the sensation of chewy flesh still a nauseatingly vivid memory in his head as he reached for the mouthwash perched upon the right corner of the gore covered sink.

With trembling hands, he grabbed the plastic bottle, unscrewing the white lid before pouring the clear green liquid into cap. He pressed the cap to his lips, that strong medicinal scent burning at his nostrils before he knocked the mouthwash back into the regions of his mouth. His tongue tingled as he swirled solvent around his gums and teeth for almost a minute before he allowed himself to spit the contents into the dirty porcelain bowl. His gaze lowered, observing the chunk of skin he had managed to displace from between his teeth before his right hand moved impulsively to twist the spigot of the rusted metal tap, flushing the tanned sinew down into the depths of that gaping plughole.

   He placed his chafed hands upon the rim of the sink, gripping it tightly between clenched fingers as his dark head bowed into the space between his shoulders. His vibrant green eyes flickered closed as he screwed them up tightly, attempting to block out the reveries of what he had done tonight.

   Or rather what the wolf had done.

   He flexed his fists, the skin across his knuckles raw and cracked as it stretched over the bone. The stinging sensation was a welcome distraction from his thoughts. He remembered this feeling from the first time he had changed, his own skin felt rough, pulling taunt over the plains of his muscular body like he wasn’t quite comfortable in his own skin. Exhaustion flowed through him, licking at every single one of his nerve endings as he sagged at the weight of this impossible situation. He couldn’t take another battle like the last one, he would die before he allowed it to happen again.

   He had killed again tonight. He’d felt the exhilaration as the 1200 pounds of pressure behind his teeth sunk into its prey, baring down until it pierced the flesh. The other wolf had twitched, the pulse of its life in his mouth as rich, hot blood flooded over his tongue and flowed down his throat. The sound of tearing of flesh had brought him a savage sense of pleasure as he tore it’s throat right out.

       Mike hunched over the sink his throbbing hands clasping the porcelain tightly as he bowed his head. He was out of control. His nostrils were flaring at the raw stench that arose from his clothes. He felt the monster shifting inside his, stirring as if in sleep. It was tired and sated for now. This time after the hunt was the only time it wasn't actively influencing his decisions.

   He picked up the knife, he had taken from the kitchen and clasped it tightly in his right hand before stepping into the steaming hot bath he had run earlier. The water scalded his skin, turning his skin rosy pink and causing him to hiss through his teeth as he dropped his entire body into the boiling water.    

   The blade was sterling silver. He placed the tip against the skin of his forearm, it was like acid eating at his flesh as he dragged the blade down the underside until it reached the curve of his wrist.

It was time for this to end.

Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[plaidbooks]

Mike Dodds

**denotes smut

💕= Valentine’s bingo 2021

☀ = Summer Bingo 2021

🎇 = Moodboard Bingo 2021

❄ = Holiday Bingo 2021

🍰 = Birthday Bingo 2022

~~NSFW ALPHABET~~**

~~SFW ALPHABET~~

~~Ficlets~~

Are You Flirting With Me?

I Never Told You Before

A Kiss where one has to lean down and the other stands on their tip-toes

A breathless “kiss me”

Kissing while in their lap

Top of the head kiss

“I bought you shampoo”

“I got us matching shirts”

“I just can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name. Now, you’re eating breakfast with me in my sweater”

~~Multichapter Fics~~

Witness Protection / Part 2

12 Sweaters of Christmas ❄ / Part 2

For Our Girl feat. Sonny Carisi**  ☀  / Part 2 feat. Sonny Carisi**

Unlikely Timing 🎇  / Part 2 🍰

~~Oneshots~~

Dinner, Dancing, Doting** 💕

Time For a Family**

Package Delivered**

Here, Let Me** ☀

Delayed Honeymoon** ☀

The Secret Side** ☀

Once Upon a Time feat. Sonny Carisi 🎇

The Future is Now 🎇

Happy Dances 🎇

Exchanging Glances

Emotional Support Animals 🎇

Dead Batteries ❄

Sparring** 🍰

[uncpanda]

Lets see what’s coming your way the next few days:

1) more DC one shots

2) Spencer Reid oneshot

3) mike dodds one shot

4) updates to blood is thicker than water, and back to the navy yard

[plaidbooks]

I never realised I had a thing for Mike Dodds, and then I read that and oh man. OH MAN. That last oneshot? Yeah I can see it.

I’m in the same boat! blame @witches-unruly-heart for my new dive into Mike!