The next morning in the office, Sonny walks in all smiles with a box in his hand. "Cannoli?" He asks coming to me first.

"Eww, no." I respond back, hating things with cream in the middle.

He turns to Amanda "Cannoli?"

She answers back sarcastically "What, are you trying to make me fat?"

He chuckles "Come on, it's still winter."

She puts her finger up "Just to be polite" and she pulls one out of the box.

"Hey, want one?" He asks Nick as he walks by.

Nick looks down and tries to decline "I'm good, thanks."

Amanda pipes in "don't make me eat alone."

He looks at her for a moment and says "i'll take one for later."

"Yeah, there you go." Sonny nods, clearly in a great mood.

Just then, his sister rushes into the room "Sonny, where you been? I've been texting you all morning. Jeez."

She looks disheveled and I stand up from my desk and stand next to her.

"Sorry. I had class last night." He tells her, leaving out the part of him coming over from there. "I must have left my phone on airplane mode." He turns his attention to Amanda and Nick, wrapping his arm around his sister "Hey, guys, this is my sister, Bella."

"Hi." They both say back.

"Oh, hey." She says, clearly not all there.

Sonny then catches on "hey, are you okay? What's— what's going on?" He asks, trying to meet her eye level.

She shakes her head and starts rambling "Tommy didn't come home last night. I'm totally freaking out."

He asks her"when's the last time you talked to him?"

"Right after my sonogram. He was still waiting for his parole officer, and then now his phone is going straight to voice-mail." Her voice is in a panic and her breath is labored.

"Calm down." He tries to tell her. "Did you call his parole officer?"

"Are you crazy?" She responds back.

He nods and begins to take her to the interview room "come here. Just take a seat in here. We'll get you some water. Don't worry, we'll find him, okay?" He tells her and she goes into the room, dropping her self into a chair and putting her head into her hands.

I grab the water for Sonny and he mumbles to me "thanks. Start looking in last nights arrest, I bet he got picked up."

I nod my head to him and return to my computer. It doesn't take long to find him being held at a precinct near his parole office. Sonny and I take the car and make our way to get him out. "ook, I didn't want to bother you, Sonny. Thanks for coming." Tommy trails behind Sonny as we leave the precinct, getting him out of the cell he was in holding for.

Sonny answers him, clearly upset "my sister's going out of her mind worrying about you."

"I'm sorry." He says again.

I can tell how annoyed he is "now she's going to find out you got into some drunken bar fight?"

Tommy pleads "you can't tell Bella. You got to promise me. You got to swear."

Sonny turns, now near the car "you drank, you got busted. I'm not covering for you." He rattles off to him. "Also, you're in the system, which means your parole officer's already been notified."

Tommy shakes his head "Yeah, I'm not worried about that."

"Well, you should be, because when he finds out, he's going to stick it to you." Sonny reminds him.

"She." Tommy clarifies. "And she already has. So no way is she going to bust me now."

"She?" I ask him, worried about what he said just then.

Sonny also catches on "hold on, hold on, what are we talking about here?"

Tommy answers, his voice a bit low "she made me. I swear, Sonny. She made me do her."

Sonny looses it, picking Tommy up by his jacket and collar and throwing him against the car "You cheated on my pregnant sister?" He snarls at him, getting close to his face.

I try to put myself between them, but Sonny is raged enough to have a good enough grip "hey, Sonny, back off!"

"Whoa, whoa! I didn't want to!" He yells back, his eyes filled with fear "she made me. She... She pulled her gun out on me. Please don't tell Bella. Please." He pleads further.

Sonny keeps Tommy against the car, his face still covered with rage. "Sonny, come on. We gotta go in." I grab a hold of his arm, trying to get his focus back to reality.

He breathes out his nose heavily and pushes himself away from Tommy, still giving him a death glare. "Get in." He directs to Tommy who nods and opens the back seat.

I get into the driver's side to take Tommy back home and us back to the precinct, knowing we're going to have to sort this whole thing out.

Sonny talks to Benson alone and I do my best to stay busy, waiting to here what she thinks we should do about it. Eventually, her and Sonny make their way over to me "Grey, I want you with me when I go talk to Tommy. You were there for his initial disclosure."

"Sure, let's go." I respond, standing up and grabbing my jacket from the back of my chair.

I give Sonny an assuring nod and he mouths the words 'thank you' to me. I clue in Olivia on the ride over to Tommy's work on what exactly happened between the two of them earlier. "Tommy Sullivan, police." Benson calls us out as we get closer to him.

He and another man are moving an object from a building into a moving van "I'm in the middle of a job here. If this is about the bar thing?" He asks through a grunt.

"It isn't. Sergeant Benson. You remember Detective Grey. Manhattan SVU." She formally introduces our titles.

"SVU?" He asks with a bit of wide eyes "did Sonny send you? Look, listen, like he said, I made a dumb mistake and I'm willing to take the rap for it."

"Sonny told us there may have been a reason you didn't go home to your fiancée and stayed out drinking instead." I ask, wanting him to accept what happened and move forward with charging this P.O.

He responds "I don't want to make a big deal out of this, okay?"

He tries to walk around us "so you're just going to pretend that nothing happened? Go back to your parole officer next week and hope that she doesn't pull a gun on you?"

"Uh, yeah." He answers, speaking lowly "I only got three months probation left. I'll suck it up."

"Well, what about your fiancée? What does she make of all this?" I ask him, hoping he told her.

He shakes his head "she doesn't know and she's never going to know. Right now, she thinks that I screwed up like I always do and went out drinking." He looks back to the men he's working with and then back to us "listen, I got to get back to work. This is my first time supervising."

Olivia tries to stop him "listen to me. What happened to you-"

He doesn't let her finish "Is no big deal, okay? I didn't fight her off. I didn't get hurt."

"It wasn't right. And it wasn't your fault. And it's not going to just go away if you pretend it didn't happen." She tries to assure him of that.

He responds back "you think anybody's going to believe an ex-con about something like this?"

I decide to try to close out the conversation, knowing he's not going to come in right now anyway "all right, you don't have to make up your mind now, but for Bella's sake, you should go to the hospital when you get off work."

"The hospital?" He questions.

"Yeah. If your P.O. had sexual contact with you, there could be evidence. She could have exposed you to STDs." Olivia elaborates to him.

"You have a pregnant fiancée. You owe it to her to get tested." I remind him, knowing even from the brief time of meeting him, he wouldn't want to put her or the baby at risk.

"Oh, God. I didn't even think about that." He answers, now worried about it.

I ask again "so, what about your clothes you were wearing last night? Can you get those to us?"

"Really?" He pushes.

"Yeah. Look, you violated your parole." Olivia goes on "You don't know what she's going to do or say about you."

Just then, one of his work pals calls over "Tommy, a little help here."

"Yeah, okay, just give me a sec!" He calls back to him then directs his attention back to us "I really can't do this right now."

"Okay, listen to me." Olivia pulls out her card "why don't you come in tomorrow. Bring in the clothes that you were wearing. One step at a time. We'll take your statement." He reluctantly takes the card and nods, leaving us and heading back to work.

I turn to Olivia as we begin to walk away "I really hope he comes in. Sonny's a mess." I comment to her.

She eyes me for a moment, clearly thinking of something but decides to not say it "we'll just have to wait and see."