Tall. Pale. Lanky. Pornstache.
Those are the four words Amanda's brain immediately conjures when she and her Lieutenant walk into the squad room and the new guy - the guy who was supposed to come in tomorrow, according to Liv - pops up out of nowhere.
He's asking questions about the case before he even introduces himself, and the white paper bag he's carrying smells simultaneously like heaven and trans fat.
Donuts.
No, not donuts.
"I brought zeppole," he says as he offers them the bag.
But there's no time for pastries or getting to know each other. The words witness, girl and shot are being used in the same context and in the 16th precinct that means work.
The Italian dude with the Italian food and the 'stache looks ready to dive into it without a net to save his neck. He's an eager rookie if there ever was one, and Amanda can't wait to watch as Liv breaks his spirit down by throwing a too difficult case at him…
But hey, never let it be said that Dominick "Call me Sonny" Carisi Jr. doesn't know how to make a first impression.
Hey everybody! Thank you so much for stoping by! There'll be 6 more chapters to this, because the idea ran so far away from me I couldn't keep it as a one shot...
Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!