Disclaimer: I do not own Law and Order: SVU or any of its characters.

Sonnyville

It was Friday evening. Rafael had brought his work home. Not wanting to feel like a jerk, he asked Annie if she needed any help making dinner. She declined. Singing Like A Virgin, she gyrated her hips and cooked. The delicious smell wafted throughout the kitchen. Rafael was still reading a transcript, walking to and fro behind Annie, when the smell awakened his senses. Drawn to it, he walked to the cook, gave her earlobe a little nip and put his hand around her waist.
"What's cooking?"
"Pie - chicken and leeks. And broccoli and spinach dip on the side"
"Bleh"
"Hey", she reached for the high cabinet, "We need our greens"
Rafael stepped away to pace again. His eye landed on the soft-soft skin of her stomach, as her top hitched higher. He planned to do things to that spot later in the night.
"Got it", she was pleased with herself, "Flour"
His nose was in the papers. He wondered aloud,
"Why do you keep the flour up there?"
"I use it often. So this reaching up helps me stretch and provides you with a view"
Grinning, he tried to concentrate on the transcript. Reading the name Sonny (the girl's name) in it, he remembered he hadn't told Annie about an idiot with the same name.
"Hey, Raf"
She had sprinkled flour on her shoulders.
"Does this look like dandruff?"
He gave her a typical neat freak look, despite the severity of which, she laughed. He diverted her attention,
"A guy asked to shadow me in court today"
"Fresh meat?"
"No. He is on Olivia's squad. A detective from Staten"
"Staten Island?", she was happy to hear of her childhood place, "He studies law?"
"Yeah. Dominick Carisi - but you can call him Sonny", he mimicked.
"Huh", Annie had her back to him, "What's he like?"
"Like the newest, jolliest kid on the playground. Way too eager to please. He kind of idolizes me. He said so"
"You love being idolized"
"Yeah. But he's not going to know that"
Annie advised,
"Don't give him a hard time. He probably just wants to be like you"
Rafael smirked and came to kiss her.
"That's not so easy now, is it?"
She kissed him and smiled.
"I'll stroke that ego and something else of yours after dinner"
He pinched her butt when she turned.
"I look forward to that"
Annie jumped a bit but continued to cook.

Sonny was ecstatic. He stopped drinking his smoothie.
"Really? You want me to meet your boyfriend?"
Annie nodded and slurped hers.
"Mm-hm. He has met Uncle Mick and Kyle. Now he gets to meet another important man in my life"
Sonny beamed and put his arm around her.
"Kyle's your gay friend, right?"
"No. Ryland is gay. Kyle is asexual"
"Oh"
"So?", she asked, "What do you say?"
"Hell yeah. I'm gonna give him the whole brother of the girlfriend deal. Don't ya worry, Annie"
"You do that and I'll punch you in the gut. I don't want any of that 'You better treat her good or else' crap, you hear?"
He wasn't too pleased.
"Fine"
They walked for a while until Sonny, as always, broke the silence.
"You know, when I heard about Michael, I assumed you would off yourself sooner or later. I never expected to meet you again, see you looking so happy"
"Me neither"
"Sono felice per te", he smiled.
Annie kissed his cheek.
"Grazie. I'll set up the date and let you know, all right?"
He kissed her on both cheeks,
"Yep. Call me anytime. You have a good day now. Bye"
"Bye!"
They parted towards different streets.

"It's just dinner, Raf"
Annie sat in bed on her knees. He was changing into his tailored pajamas.
"What's his name again?"
"Dom"
"That's his actual name?", he frowned.
"It's not like the Dom in your favorite BDSM porn, okay? It's just his name"
Rafael climbed next to her into bed.
"Fine"
"Great!", she plopped down on top of him, "You're going to love him"
"And I thought I had had enough of Italians"
Annie did her best stereotypical Italian impression, hand gestures and all.
"Ae, Rafael-ah. How you say that-ah? You sleep-uh with one, no?"
He closed his eyes and grinned,
"You are not Italian"
Now it was the Godfather.
"Bonasera, Bonasera. What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully?"
Rafael chuckled,
"Go to sleep, Marlon Brando"

Annie was in a terrific mood. She was about to execute a prank on them both: Rafael, who believed that not even God could pull one on him, and Sonny, whose expression of surprise was just too precious. She longed to see both their faces when they realized how they were connected now. Maybe she could take a picture.
"You cold or something?", Sonny asked.
Annie realized she had been rubbing her hands together like the evil raccoon. She controlled her instincts and sat watching the door with him.
"He's running late. Not a good sign in a man", Sonny drank his wine.
"You were late too, ya bum"
"I got here before he did, didn't I? Oh crap"
"What?"
Sonny gestured to the reception where Rafael was making an inquiry. Annie's stomach churned with anticipation.
"That's our ADA - Rafael Barba. Guy is magic in the courtroom. They should make a show about him. He's that good"
"Is he?", she smiled at Rafael as he got closer.
On seeing Sonny, his smile dissolved. Rafael walked to the table and Sonny stood up, surprised.
"Mr. Barba. Didn't expect to..."
He didn't waste time.
"What are you doing here, Carisi?"
"I'm just having dinner with my friend. This is Annie Dalton. Annie, this is Mr. Barba"
Both her hands were clamped tight on her mouth so that she wouldn't burst into giggles. Rafael gave her his famous glare.
"Are you kidding me right now?"
"All right", she got up and stood next to him, with her hand on his chest, "Sonny, this is Rafael, my boyfriend. And Raf, this is Dom. I mean Dominick. But I call him Sonny!"

The appetizers were a silent affair as the two men were still pissed at Annie for blindsiding them. She was enjoying herself despite their sullen faces.
"How's that Gallagher case going?", Sonny made conversation.
Rafael didn't look up from his plate.
"It's going well"
Annie lovingly passed a hand over his arm, looking at Sonny.
"He isn't very chatty, is he?"
That earned her another look from her boyfriend. Sonny drank some more wine.
"How'd you two meet?", he asked.
Annie tucked a curl behind her ear,
"Parla Italiano (Speak Italian)"
Sonny raised his eyebrows. Annie was fluent and discreet.
"Lui parla Spagnolo tutto il tempo (He speaks Spanish all the time). Tu sai che io non capisco Spagnolo (You know I don't understand Spanish)"
Sonny glanced at Barba before saying,
"Lui sembra arrabbiato (He looks angry)"
"Hai paura di lui? (Are you scared of him?)"
"Sei pazza (You are crazy)"
Annie waved it off.
"Come sta tua madre? (How is your mother?)"
Sonny ignored her and talked to Barba instead.
"So, how'd you guys meet?"
Barba's tone was condescending,
"She wasn't telling you that just now?"
Sonny realized he needed more wine to get through this. He turned to Annie.
"Annie, tell me. How did you two meet?"
She was having too much fun.
"Parla Italiano!"
"Vuoi che lui mi uccida?! (Do you want him to kill me?!)"
Annie took hold of the bottle of wine,
"Vuoi ancora? (Do you want a refill?)"
"Yes, please", Sonny said.

Sonny called her an asshole. Rafael turned his back to her in bed. But Annie slept peacefully, with a lovely smile on her face.