Rafael wakes up to see notes written on his arms and his legs. Judging by the notes that were slightly fading, Carisi must have just woken up a little before he did.
"Hope you're not hungover" "Coming over at 3 today" "Do you like cannolis?"
"What," he says to himself as he stretches and gets up from his bed. He was a little groggy but nothing coffee couldn't fix. He makes himself a pot before looking over his calendar: "Carisi coming to make food"
"Shit," he says to himself, rubbing his hair. He actually forgot. He writes back, "I'm fine. Ok. I do." A tired groan escapes from him as he shuffles into the bathroom to take a quick 10 minute shower. He hops out and gets dressed promptly as the smell of coffee beckoned him. Sipping the dark …show more content…
Was he cooking for an entire family? A silly thought popped into his head of "what if this detective invited his entire family?" He wouldn't put it past him. "Come in." He grabs a couple of bags and places them on a counter. "Kitchen's here."
"Thanks," Carisi places the rest of the bags on the counter. "Fancy place you got here."
"It's ok," Rafael shrugs.
"Way bigger than what I have," Carisi starts to pull out items from the bags.
"So lasagna," Rafael didn't want to discuss each other's living arrangements. "Need any help?"
"Nah, I got this. You relax."
"Fine," he nods as Carisi smiles preparing the food.
Rafael couldn't stop staring at his dimples.
"Something wrong, …show more content…
"Here you go," Carisi serves Rafael a plate before serving his own and sits down.
"Thank you," Rafael begins to eat. His eyes widen for a moment after his first bite.
"Something wrong? Is it bad? You can be honest," Carisi looks worried.
"It's fine. It's delicious," Rafael smiles.
"Oh ok, good." Carisi looked relieved seeing Rafael's reaction.
A half hour later they finish their meal.
"That was really good. I underestimated you,” Rafael takes his plate to his sink. "Just as good as your art." He looks to see Carisi blushing. He smirks as he looks at him again. There was something different about Carisi but he couldn't figure it out. It wasn't because he was the One. It was something else. Carisi starts to clean up Rafael's kitchen and packed up the left overs. He split them in half, placing his in the grocery bags, and the rest in the fridge.
"I want to tell you thanks for letting me cook for you," Carisi bites his lip, lifting up the bags, and heading towards the door.
Rafael looks surprised. "Where are you going?"
Carisi reaches for the door but stops, "Leaving."
"I didn't ask."
"I know but I have to help my sister and my niece with some errands"
"Very busy, detective,” he
"Hope you're not hungover" "Coming over at 3 today" "Do you like cannolis?"
"What," he says to himself as he stretches and gets up from his bed. He was a little groggy but nothing coffee couldn't fix. He makes himself a pot before looking over his calendar: "Carisi coming to make food"
"Shit," he says to himself, rubbing his hair. He actually forgot. He writes back, "I'm fine. Ok. I do." A tired groan escapes from him as he shuffles into the bathroom to take a quick 10 minute shower. He hops out and gets dressed promptly as the smell of coffee beckoned him. Sipping the dark …show more content…
Was he cooking for an entire family? A silly thought popped into his head of "what if this detective invited his entire family?" He wouldn't put it past him. "Come in." He grabs a couple of bags and places them on a counter. "Kitchen's here."
"Thanks," Carisi places the rest of the bags on the counter. "Fancy place you got here."
"It's ok," Rafael shrugs.
"Way bigger than what I have," Carisi starts to pull out items from the bags.
"So lasagna," Rafael didn't want to discuss each other's living arrangements. "Need any help?"
"Nah, I got this. You relax."
"Fine," he nods as Carisi smiles preparing the food.
Rafael couldn't stop staring at his dimples.
"Something wrong, …show more content…
"Here you go," Carisi serves Rafael a plate before serving his own and sits down.
"Thank you," Rafael begins to eat. His eyes widen for a moment after his first bite.
"Something wrong? Is it bad? You can be honest," Carisi looks worried.
"It's fine. It's delicious," Rafael smiles.
"Oh ok, good." Carisi looked relieved seeing Rafael's reaction.
A half hour later they finish their meal.
"That was really good. I underestimated you,” Rafael takes his plate to his sink. "Just as good as your art." He looks to see Carisi blushing. He smirks as he looks at him again. There was something different about Carisi but he couldn't figure it out. It wasn't because he was the One. It was something else. Carisi starts to clean up Rafael's kitchen and packed up the left overs. He split them in half, placing his in the grocery bags, and the rest in the fridge.
"I want to tell you thanks for letting me cook for you," Carisi bites his lip, lifting up the bags, and heading towards the door.
Rafael looks surprised. "Where are you going?"
Carisi reaches for the door but stops, "Leaving."
"I didn't ask."
"I know but I have to help my sister and my niece with some errands"
"Very busy, detective,” he