Quinn's usual alarm began beeping an hour and a half after they had fallen asleep. She groaned, smacking the alarm clock sitting on the bedside table until it stopped making noise. A shudder passed through her body as she suddenly became aware that the warm body pressed up against her all night was no longer there. She picked herself up off the bed, brushing her hair out of her face before she left to see where Sonny was. The bathroom door was open and she smelled coffee drifting from her kitchen, but no sight of the detective anywhere.

He left!? The thought raced across her mind as her heartbeat quickened, noticing the chain Sonny had carefully latched was now hanging on the doorframe. He left! Quinn was suddenly left feeling like she had egg on her face - ashamed, embarrassed. She had practically thrown herself at him and he was gone in the morning like a one night stand?

As she turned to disappear into the bathroom and drown her sorrows in the shower, she heard the jangle of keys and the scrape of the lock as it turned. Quinn whipped her head around to look at the door, debating if she had enough time to grab her pepper spray from her bedroom. The door creaked open slowly and Quinn held her breath until she heard the person on the other end pull the key from the lock and shoulder the door open.

Sonny walked in through the door holding a box in one hand and her keys in the other, kicking the door closed behind him. He made eye contact with a bewildered Quinn and raised an eyebrow, puzzled. Quinn ran across the apartment, throwing her arms around his neck, causing him to back into the door. Sonny moved the box out of the way and used his free arm to hold on to her as she buried her head in his chest. "You alright, Quinn?" he asked, rubbing her back gently. She nodded, still face-first in his shirt. "Here, come on, let's go sit down." He gave her a nudge but she wasn't letting go. Conceding, Sonny walked with her attached to him over to the couch, plopping the both of them down and setting the box on the coffee table. "Now can you tell me what's going on?"

"I thought you left," Quinn said, balling her fists in his tee shirt and giving him a shake. "I woke up and you were gone!" Sonny laughed and Quinn frowned at him, shaking him again. "It's not funny! I thought I did something wrong!"

"Quinn," Sonny started "You didn't notice that my jacket, work shirt, tie, and my bag were still here?" He pointed to the items he named scattered around the living room. She followed his motions and saw that, in fact, his jacket, work shirt tie and bag were still lying where he left them the night before.

"I'm sorry I'm like this…" she mumbled and Sonny laughed again, holding her by the back of her head and pressing his forehead against hers.

"Like what, Quinn? I would have thought the exact same thing if we were at my place and you left before I woke up." He turned to grab the box from the table. "Relax. I remembered seeing a bakery while we were walking back here last night. Figured I'd get you a little something." Quinn opened the box slowly and saw the curled pastries full of ricotta cream. "Coffee's already waiting for you."

Quinn grabbed a plate and the two coffee cups from the kitchen, bringing them over to the couch. Sonny was already digging into one of the cannoli with such voracity Quinn wondered if they should have had more to eat last night. She climbed over the back of the couch, settling in against Sonny and turning on the television for some background noise. Picking up a cannoli, she looked up at Sonny and saw a chunk of cream at the corner of his mouth. Setting down her cup, she leaned over his shoulder, sticking her tongue out and licking it away.

Sonny was completely unprepared for her sudden action as he felt all his blood rush south. "Ya had a little schmutz," she said with a smirk, mimicking his comments from the day he came in to work on the Jackson case. Before she could pop her cannoli into her mouth, Sonny nudged her arm and Quinn ended up smearing cream on her chin.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Quinn," Carisi said, faking concern as he dove in and licked the cream off of her chin. She squeaked and used her finger to dig some more filling out of her cannoli and drew it across her lips.

"Hey, detective… I think I've got some more…" she said, putting the cannoli down on the plate and tapping the corner of her mouth. Abandoning all sense of decorum, Sonny brushed the crumbs off his shirt and grabbed Quinn around her waist, pulling her into his lap as his lips crashed down on hers. The kisses were sweet and sticky as he sucked off every last bit of cannoli cream. Lingering slightly, he prodded at her lips with his tongue and Quinn opened her mouth to let him in. He was eager to explore these uncharted territories and Quinn could feel him holding back. It was almost endearing in a way that he was restraining himself and trying to be gentle with her. With her thighs on either side of his, Quinn pushed up right against him - all of him - intent on drawing out the part of Sonny that he was trying to hide away.

He was first to break the kiss, biting down on her lower lip and tugging at it lightly. "Jesus, Quinn," he said breathlessly. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear." She sat back further on Sonny's knees, looking at him intently. "What? Do I still have shit on my face?" Quinn shook her head, smiling.

"You're calling me by my name."

"Am I?" he asked. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I kinda like it. But I did like that you had a nickname for me only you used."

"Well, I'll have to figure out a cute pet name just for you, okay doll?"

"What about that?"

"What?"

Quinn groaned. "God, Fordham, do you not listen to yourself talk? Doll. You called me doll."

"I know, I know, I'm just messin' wit'ya doll," he said, pulling her in for a quick kiss. Quinn scrambled off of his lap, stretching her arms up in the air.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, if you don't mind," she said, heading for the bathroom. Sonny sat back, watching her disappear behind the door that she left cracked, almost invitingly. Tease! Sonny thought as he pulled his cellphone from his pocket and dialed Barbas number.

"Carisi, where are you?" Barba's voice came over the receiver.

"I told you I'm off today, Counselor. I figured maybe we can discuss whatever it is you need over the phone." Sonny rubbed his temple with his free hand.

"You're still at Quinn's aren't you," Barba asked. "Good, maybe you can bring her with you downtown. This is far too important a matter to let sit for too long." Sonny groaned. Barba had completely ignored whatever Sonny had just told him and was insistent on him coming into the office, vacation days be damned.

"Y'know Counselor, I was kinda hoping to spend the day with Quinn today. Help her recuperate from yesterday. Weren't you the one telling me to grow a pair and ask her out?" Carisi's tone was practically pleading, something Barba had never heard before in his life.

"Didn't you do enough recuperating yesterday, amigo?" Barba's sharp retort stung and Sonny winced. "The earlier you two get down here the faster we will be done and you two can go out on your little date. Olivia is going to have my hide if we don't tackle this sooner rather than later."

"Alright, alright, we'll be there," Sonny said, clicking the call off and tossing his phone on the couch. He leaned back and rubbed the heels of his palms against his eyes. The water in the bathroom shut off and after a few minutes Quinn emerged from the shower, wrapped up in towels. "That's a good look for you," Sonny exclaimed with a grin. Quinn quickly ducked into her bedroom to change.

"Who were you on the phone with?" she asked from her room as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"Barba. He wants us to come down and see him. Something about urgent business." She could tell from his tone that he wasn't happy about the call, and that it wasn't so much a request but a demand.

"I'm starting to think he got me this week off just so he could monopolize all my time," Quinn laughed, pulling on her jeans, socks, and sneakers. She left her room and sat on the armrest of the couch. "You can shower if you want. We can keep Barba waiting a little longer."

Sonny paused for a moment. He wanted to shake his head and just get whatever it was Barba wanted over with. But on the other hand, he was exhausted. He felt like crap after staying up all night and he could see his ragged reflection in the television. He let out a reluctant "Okay" and got up, following Quinn into the bathroom where she gave him a clean towel and offered to Febreze his clothes. She turned around quickly as Sonny began to unbuckle his pants. Sonny smirked, amused with her embarrassment after the show she had put on last night. She hadn't expected him to get completely naked and when the shower curtain rustled and the water turned on, Quinn turned back around, gathering up his clothes and taking them back out into the living room.

Smoothing out his clothes over the backrest of the couch, she grabbed a bottle of Febreze from the hall closet, giving everything a generous spray. Quinn sat carefully on the edge of the couch, waiting for Sonny to finish showering. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled it out.

Mike: Hey. Just wanted to check in. I'm sorry for rushing up on you like that.

Quinn raised an eyebrow, trying to formulate a sentence in response. She hadn't expected Mike to come running into the office yesterday, let alone have that much of a reaction to her would-be sexual assault. I'm fine. Thanks. It's okay. She kept her sentences short, not trusting herself to avoid sending paragraph upon paragraph in response.

Mike: How's Carisi? Olivia said he wasn't coming in to work today.

He's fine. Barba wants to talk to him today so he's going downtown.

There was a short silence from Mike's end until her phone buzzed again.

Mike: You going too?

I guess. At this point Quinn assumed the entire squad knew that Carisi had spent the night and she decided to stop kidding herself.

Mike: Okay. Take care of yourself.

Quinn didn't respond, putting her phone back in her pocket. She wasn't sure if she was ready to have a normal relationship with Mike again. She had never really had a normal relationship with him to begin with. Quinn had already split on him after he had dumped her, everything shifting from "Mike is perfect" to "Mike is the worst human being to walk this earth" and he slowly drifted back into the positive after the wedding. It was all too much too quickly and Quinn clenched her palms as she willed herself to stop overthinking.

She heard the squeal of the faucet knobs come from the bathroom and soon Sonny came out. Quinn choked as she saw him, towel hanging low on his hips. His hair was damp and all out of place compared to the usual put together Sonny Carisi she was used to. Beads of water rolled down his chest and abdomen, absorbing into the edge of the towel right below his belly button. "Enjoying the view?" he asked, leaning against the doorway and causing the towel to slide even lower. Quinn bit down on her fist as she got up.

"Just get dressed, Fordham." He smirked in that lopsided way that drove Quinn's heart into a frenzy and he strode over to the couch.

"No peeking!" he said as she clapped her hands over her eyes like a small child. After a few minutes, he let her know he was dressed and she uncovered her eyes. "I smell like a field of lavender," he said, lifting his arm to take a whiff of the fabric. "Like my ma's linen cabinet."

"It's better than smelling like ass," she retorted, crossing her arms. "If you're done making fun of my fabric spray, we can leave." Sonny laughed and grabbed his jacket as she found her purse and house keys. She turned to lock the door behind her as they left and stopped suddenly. "Mike texted me."

"Is that bad?" Sonny asked, looping his thumb through his belt loop.

"I don't know? Is it?" She looked up at him. His expression was earnest and she wanted to cry just looking at him. "I just don't want you to think anything is going on. Especially after what happened at Liv's. I don't want you to leave." She wasn't planning on saying it - it just came out. Quinn looked to the floor and he caught her by the chin, bringing her back up to make eye contact with him.

"Listen to me, doll. If I thought there was anything going on, I don't think any of last night or this morning would have happened. You're allowed to have friends, you know. Nobody's expecting you to erase him from your memory." She struggled to match his gaze as he kept looking right at her. "It would be kinda hard considering I work with him," he laughed, still holding her by the chin. "I get that you and him have a complicated history. You've got some baggage and I wanna help you carry it. I just want you to remember that I trust you."

Quinn was at a loss for words. He finally let go of her and she rocked back on her heels a few times. "Thanks," she mumbled.

"Besides," he started. "I'm not leaving unless you want me to." Quinn sighed in relief.

"Good," she said. He motioned for her to head down the stairs and followed after her, grabbing her by the hand as soon as they made it outside.