The first time Barba shrugged off a cannoli Carisi thought nothing of it. “He must be busy,” he thought.
The second time Barba refused, Carisi raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother him.
It was when it happened the third time, Carisi became concerned. That and he noticed Barba looked slimmer and his suits looked really loose on him. Was Barba ok? Was he sick? Was he starving himself? Since he was the cook of the squad, he always made sure no one went home hungry. Barba was so busy and in recent months everyone, save for himself, seemed really distant from the attorney. The Terrence Reynolds case still casted a shadow over Barba and that bothered Carisi. He was the squad's ADA and they should be there for him.
Carisi would purposely stop by …show more content…
I mean, cause your suits have been looking loose for a little while. You know you-”
“Stop,” Barba interrupts. “No, not starving myself. Not on purpose. Been a little stressed.” He crosses his arms and frowns, “It’s kind of hard to eat when you’re still receiving death threats and you have multiple cases to prosecute at the same time. Kind of makes you forget to eat.”
“You?” Carisi was completely shocked to hear this.
“Yes me,” Barba blushes. “Staying here for the night for observation and that's it. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Of course I do.” Carisi leans forward in his chair. “You're part of the squad. If you want, I can bring you something to eat every day.” “Detective, you don't have to do that,” Barba's cheeks flush more. “I can take care of myself.” “I know, but the squad. Our squad should be there for another. We've got your six,” Carisi looks at him.
Barba purses his lips for a moment, “Ok, fine, if it can get you out of my hair.”
Carisi laughs, “Great! I'll be dropping your lunch off every day. And I'll call Carmen to make sure you eat it.”
Barba groans, “Yes, Mom.”
Carisi couldn't be any more delighted. “Anything you want me to cook?”
“As long as it tastes good I don't care,” Barba
The second time Barba refused, Carisi raised an eyebrow, but didn't bother him.
It was when it happened the third time, Carisi became concerned. That and he noticed Barba looked slimmer and his suits looked really loose on him. Was Barba ok? Was he sick? Was he starving himself? Since he was the cook of the squad, he always made sure no one went home hungry. Barba was so busy and in recent months everyone, save for himself, seemed really distant from the attorney. The Terrence Reynolds case still casted a shadow over Barba and that bothered Carisi. He was the squad's ADA and they should be there for him.
Carisi would purposely stop by …show more content…
I mean, cause your suits have been looking loose for a little while. You know you-”
“Stop,” Barba interrupts. “No, not starving myself. Not on purpose. Been a little stressed.” He crosses his arms and frowns, “It’s kind of hard to eat when you’re still receiving death threats and you have multiple cases to prosecute at the same time. Kind of makes you forget to eat.”
“You?” Carisi was completely shocked to hear this.
“Yes me,” Barba blushes. “Staying here for the night for observation and that's it. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Of course I do.” Carisi leans forward in his chair. “You're part of the squad. If you want, I can bring you something to eat every day.” “Detective, you don't have to do that,” Barba's cheeks flush more. “I can take care of myself.” “I know, but the squad. Our squad should be there for another. We've got your six,” Carisi looks at him.
Barba purses his lips for a moment, “Ok, fine, if it can get you out of my hair.”
Carisi laughs, “Great! I'll be dropping your lunch off every day. And I'll call Carmen to make sure you eat it.”
Barba groans, “Yes, Mom.”
Carisi couldn't be any more delighted. “Anything you want me to cook?”
“As long as it tastes good I don't care,” Barba