Barba had not brought up Sonny's confession, nor had Nick as Sonny himself had not mentioned it since that night before the team met at the bar. It had been months since the James Allen rape case and Sonny Carisi had not spoken to either man about his past and they didn't push it, they knew they couldn't.

Sonny hadn't been plagued by thoughts of his rape for years; he was 20 when it had happened and he was now a 25 year old SVU detective, he couldn't afford to be kept up at night thinking about the past and then being tired and off-game at work.

There was a part of him that was angry about exposing his shame but another part of him knew he did it for the right reason, he did what he couldn't five years ago – put a rapist away and stop him from hurting other people.

A case was brought to the team; a young woman was raped (older than Sarah and Sonny had been when It had happened to them) by a serial rapist who would not admit to his crime. His name was Richard Carr, a 45 year old rich white man (another cliché, Rollins had quipped to Sonny) and he stood by his argument that the young women and men he raped 'wanted' it.

"It was completely consensual." Richard declared with his shit-eating grin and sharp eyes. "All those young men and women were of age and consented to sleeping with me. I'm rich, you know that detective, and when I didn't give these greedy people money they played the rape card."

Benson had given Carisi the duty to interrogate the man as he was the youngest of all her squad and therefore fit the rapists MO for his victims.

'He'll talk to you.' Olivia had said. 'He'll want to brag about his victims to you.'

Sonny hoped that was true because at the moment Richard didn't seem to be wavering. He sat in his chair grinning at Sonny with a predatory curve of lips, his eyes raked down the young detective's body and Sonny grimaced.

"Are you attracted to young people?" Sonny asked with mock innocence.

Amanda, Fin and Olivia watched on as Richard's eyes darkened with interest.

"But of course, they're so lively to be around and so naïve." He answered.

"Makes it easier to rape them, doesn't it?" Sonny grit out, his lips were curled and his hands tightly clasped in front of him on the table.

"I didn't rape anyone." Richard laughed. "They didn't get what they wanted and they cried rape."

"You're still sticking by that story?"

"It's the truth detective – Carisi, was it? It's a shame we had to meet under such horrible circumstances, I would have loved to have taken you out."

Fin scoffed on the other side of the glass, his arms crossed and his eyebrows raised in amusement.

"What's this guy thinking?" He asked Amanda and Olivia. "He's being interrogated for rape charges and he's flirting with a detective?"

"He thinks he's smarter than us." Olivia said with pursed lips. "He thinks he can play us."

"Yeah well I don't usually go out with rapists." Sonny hissed angrily.

"It's a good thing I'm not a rapist." Richard grinned again.

Something in Sonny's gut told him what to do next; his face softened and he leant across the metal table seductively.

"Fuck, I know man." The young detective said in a stage like whisper. "You just – they just weren't givin' you want you wanted, that's all."

"What?" Richard gulped, his posture changed as Sonny let his body go limp and sexual almost.

"That's why you slept with them because you knew they'd want it after you started." Sonny explained. "They were playing hard to get because us young people – we don't know what's good for us. We don't listen to our elders like we should."

Richard leant across the same, his body much the same as Sonny's, until their noses were practically touching.

"How many men have you let take you?" Richard growled in a way Sonny guessed was supposed to be sexual.

"Too many." Sonny glanced at the mirror, his eyes telling his colleagues he knew what he was doing. "But none of them would compare to you, I bet."

Sonny stood up and walked around the table to sit on the edge of the metal surface, facing Richard with flirty eyes and a forced quirk on his thin lips.

"But those girls and boys – oh they didn't know that. They refused you, didn't they? And you had to show them what they were missing."

"The new guys sure knows how to play these guys back." Fin grinned.

Amanda watched silently, she saw how Sonny flinched and forced himself not to scramble away every time Richard raised a hand or even moved a leg.

Richard placed his hand on Sonny's thigh, the scared look that appeared made Amanda want to pull the young man out of the room.

"You are a smart one." Richard purred.

"But they didn't want to have sex with you, did they? Even after you started, they were too dumb to realise that you just wanted to show them love."

"They consented."

Sonny inwardly growled; he had been caught.

"Your flirting won't make me tell lies my dear." Richard chortled, his eyes sparkled and Sonny wanted to throw up his lunch.

Sonny pulled Richard up out of his seat by his expensive tie and him beside the table. Sonny dropped the tie and let Richard stand behind him as the young detective smoothed his hands over the metal table and leant his body now, his chest hitting the surface softly.

"How did you do it?" Sonny asked innocently, his tone soft and childlike. "How did you rape your victims? Christian said you attacked him in an alley but Jasmin told us you forced her over your fancy desk in your expensive office. You really are messy, you have no clear plan of attack and Goddamn, it was hard to find you."

Sonny placed his hands in front of him, clasped tightly as he spread his legs apart – his breath hitched and his gut feeling started to disappear as fear took over.

"How many young, innocent people did you rape because you couldn't take no for an answer?" Seethed Sonny. "How many young women and men did you force over your desk as they screamed and begged you to stop? Show me Dick, come on; show me – "

Sonny almost yelped when he felt a pressure on his hips – large hands clamped around his hips and pushed him into the table roughly.

That's when Sonny began to panic.

He tried to turn himself around so he could kick the older, larger man off but Richard kept a firm grip on his hips.

Words swam around Sonny's heard, yelling and more arms around him and an arm reaching around his waist and Sonny wanted to scream but he was frozen – frozen like he had been the night Brandon had attacked him 5 years ago.

"I raped that bitch Jasmin and I raped all those other fucking kids." Richard all but screeched. "You're just a slut, you hear me! You all deserve it!"

'You're just a slut.'

Sonny felt himself fall to the ground. It seemed to happen in slow motion for him.

"Carisi?" Amanda placed her hand on his shoulder, watching him flinch away scared her, made her protective. "Sonny? Are you okay?"

"It nearly happened again." Sonny mumbled with half-lidded eyes, his body swayed to the side as he tried to stand.

Amanda didn't know what to say, she just followed Sonny out of the room when he ran.

Next to the door was a trashcan and Amanda felt useless as she rubbed the blonde man's back while he threw up. His body racked with what looked like sobs but she couldn't hear a single whimper. It was like Sonny was still trying to stay strong and put up a shield.

"Shhh," Amanda soothed. "I know Hon, I know."

It didn't take a genius to figure out why Sonny freaked out so much, to figure out what he meant by 'it nearly happened again'.

"What the hell happened?"

Amanda looked up and found Nick staring at her and Sonny, concern laced his tanned features and there was understanding in his eyes.

"Well," The two detectives looked back at Sonny who was now kneeling beside the bin, his cheeks flushed and his eyes scattered. "This is awkward."

Nick couldn't muster up a smile and Amanda just rested her head against Sonny's shoulder, hitting him lightly on the head before he threw up again.