Here ya go

Carisi tapped his pen on the table as he flipped through papers.

"Think you could cut that out?" Rollins looked at Carisi and then the pen.

"Yeah, sorry," Carisi stilled his hand, "you find anything?"

"Barba sure does get a lot of threats," Amanda held up a stack of paper and then proceeded to drop it on the table, "but I haven't seen any here that match the recent ones he's received," she added.

Carisi sighed, "same here."

"So maybe it's someone new," Rollins said, "or maybe it's related to the most recent threats against him, those were in person, so we don't have any written threats to compare it to."

"Well, the threats started to intensify after the Munson trial."

"Do you think Rikers guards are involved in this?" Rollins asked.

"The man who attacked Barba hinted that someone in law enforcement was involved, and after the way they acted on the courthouse steps, I wouldn't be surprised if it was them."

Olivia walked into the room, "do you have any leads?"

"I'm gonna check out the perp and see if he has any ties to Rikers," Carisi said.

Liv looked at Amanda, "Rollins, see if you can find a connection on paper first. If there is involvement at Rikers, we're not going to get their cooperation so we need to be smart about this."

"Got it, Cap," Amanda stood, "I'll let you know if I find anything."

Rollins left the room and Olivia sat.

"Good job taking down the perp last night."

"It's nothing," Carisi waved off the comment.

"I know you didn't sleep last night, Carisi," she continued, "take an hour in the crib."

"I don't need it, I should help Rollins look into Rikers."

"It's an order, Sonny. I'll get you if we find anything."

"Yeah, okay," Carisi stood. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, not even after staying up all night, but it wasn't worth the argument with Liv. He grabbed his phone off his desk and made Rollins promise she wouldn't go to Rikers without him. In the crib he turned off the lights and laid back on a cot.

Sonny sighed.

He hadn't gotten more than a couple hours of sleep over the past few days, but he was wired. The threats against Barba and the assault had been consuming his mind, that was what he was trained for, even if he hadn't been trained for the victim to be Barba. It was hard for him to lay there and know that he was doing nothing to protect him.

He closed his eyes, hoping that he could at least will away the headache that had begun to form. But he couldn't stop thinking about Rafael, and he couldn't stop thinking about the things Barba had said over the past few days. Their relationship had seemed to transform into something new, like it was moving toward something that Carisi had been dreaming of.

He tried to imagine what that would be like, being with Rafael.

"Hey, Carisi," the door to the crib opened and light streamed in, "we've got a lead at Rikers."

XXX

There was a knock at the door and Fin stood. He placed his hand on the door knob, "who's out there?"

"It's Rita Calhoun."

Fin glanced over to Barba who nodded. He opened the door, letting her in before closing it again.

"Barba," Rita said, glancing between him and Fin, "I need to talk to you."

"I'll be right over here," Fin said, sitting back down on the couch. He pulled out his phone to read a message from Liv.

"Does your bodyguard really need to be here?"

Fin glanced up, "you're a defense attorney, as far as I'm concerned that makes you a threat."

Rita sighed and sat down in front of Barba, "I spoke with my client."

"This isn't my case anymore, Rita."

"I'm aware, but my client isn't comfortable talking to any other ADAs in this office."

Barba sighed, "I'm not in a position to make any sort of deal for your client. But I'll get an ADA that Liv and I can vouch for."

Rita stood, "when you have a name for me, I'll speak to my client."

XXX

Carisi let his eyelids fall as the movement of the car relaxed him. The consistent hum of the cars around them was white noise that helped clear his head. He sighed, releasing the tension from his muscles.

"Remind me and we'll stop for coffee on the way back," Amanda said from the driver's seat, "Fin showed me a great little shop in Astoria."

Carisi opened his eyes and let out a yawn.

"How's it been going? Being Barba's body guard and all." Amanda glanced over at him.

"It's been alright," Carisi shrugged, "he's different outside of work, a lot easier to talk to."

"Yeah?"

"I mean, we were talking about court cases the other night and it was just, nice, you know? I like talking to him, spending time with him."

A wry smile crossed Amanda's face. "You've got a thing for Barba."

"What?" Sonny blushed, "I don't– why would you– there's nothing–"

"Relax, Carisi, I'm not gonna tell anyone," she turned to him with that same smile on her face, "but come on, it's pretty clear you've got a thing for him."

"I–" Carisi began, and then paused, "yeah, okay, maybe."

Rollins grinned, "it's about damn time you admitted it."

Carisi let out a relieved yet uneasy sigh and smiled. He'd never talked to anyone in the squad about his sexuality, he'd never told them that he was attracted to men.

Growing up, it had been kind of an open secret in his family. They all knew, but no one really talked about it, well, except for his sisters. It was just easier that way.

It wasn't that he didn't think the squad would understand, and he knew there were other openly gay cops on the force, but it still scared him to talk about it. He had gone so long not talking about it, that even when he wanted to, even when he had tried so hard to tell the squad, he just couldn't get the words out.

Amanda sensed his mood, "Sonny," she started, "there's nothing wrong with being gay, no one's gonna think any differently of you."

"Yeah," he grunted, "I know."

"Like I said, I'm not gonna tell anyone, but I'll be there when you're ready. And I'm here if you need to talk, okay?"

"Thanks," Sonny smiled.

"I got your back," Amanda promised.

Just then they pulled into Rikers. Rollins parked and they headed inside the prison.

After checking their guns and going through the metal detectors Rollins and Carisi entered the visitation room. Sitting at the table in front of them was the woman they had requested to see.

"Can we have the room?" Amanda asked the guard standing by the door, "if anyone asks, you were here and we didn't do anything. Can you help me out?"

He gave her a knowing look, and without saying a word, stepped out of the room and closed the door.

"Who are you?" The woman demanded.

"Manhattan SVU," Amanda flashed her badge.

"What do you want from me?" She asked.

Sonny sat down across from her and smiled, "we just want to talk, Miranda. We're not gonna hurt you, we just wanted the guard out of the room."

"Yeah, well I got nothing to say."

"You don't even know why we're here," Rollins crossed her arms and walked across the room.

"Miranda," Sonny leaned in close, "we're trying to help you. We've got your uncle in custody. We think that maybe someone in here is hurting you to get to him."

"I don't know what you're talking about," her voice lowered and she looked away.

"Just give us a name," Amanda stepped close to her, "no one has to know we got it from you."

"If we know what's going on we can help your uncle," Carisi said, "we can help you."

"If you wanna help me, leave. And stop digging into this, you'll get me killed." Miranda's voice was angry, but Sonny could see the fear in her eyes.

Carisi nodded, he took out one of his cards and handed it to her, "if you change your mind."

Miranda tucked the card away and Carisi stood. He and Rollins walked to the door and opened it. Amanda nodded at the guard who was walking toward them, "thanks," she said, "but the bitch wouldn't say a word." She shook her head in disgust.

"That's what we have to deal with every day," the guard spat.

"I feel for ya, man," Carisi patted his shoulder.

Once they were out of the prison and inside of their car, Amanda turned to face Sonny, "that girl was terrified."

"Can you blame her? Someone at Rikers has gotta be blackmailing Francis, he does what they say or they hurt his niece."

"We need to figure out who it is, nobody's gonna talk if they're stuck in prison with that guard."

Rollins started the car and pulled out of the parking spot. They were on the road in minutes, the thought of getting coffee replaced with their rush to get back to their squad.