Mike Dodds x You / Female Reader (ft. best friend Sonny Carisi) - send me requests for Mike Dodds
The one where you and Sonny end up in a holding cell, dressed as space cowboys.
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“Call the Captain.”
“In you go space ranger.”
“Call her,” Sonny yells out again, not giving an indication of just which Captain he was looking for, his words slurring in a telltale fashion of too much alcohol as the officer shuts the gate of the holding cell behind you both.
“Yeah, I’ll just go ahead and page Captain Spock via the intergalactic space phone.”
“Look, officer,” you manage to wrangle your way past the more inebriated Sonny, to stick your glittered covered hands past the bars of the holding cell, “if you just called my husband you’ll see this is all a misunderstanding. He’s a Captain.”
Your speech is much less slurred than Sonny’s is, but you see the officer take in your glittered covered skin, the holographic material of your form fitting shorts and cropped halter, along with the knee high boots of a similar material and you know he isn’t going to take you seriously. It makes you curse internally at the damn space cowboy theme of the party Sonny had roped you into going to.
“Yeah, and who might your husband be? Han Solo?” The officer follows his rhetorical question with a chortle that makes your scowl.
“Call the Commissioner,” you state, deadly serious.
“What, the Commissioner is your husband?”
“Call him,” you grit out, ignoring the question
“Sweetheart,” the officer begins patronisingly, “I wouldn’t know how to reach him even if I tried.”
“Give me back my phone, I’ll call him.”
“You’ll get that back in the morning,” the officer responds just as Sonny crumples down onto the bench in the holding crll in a human heap.
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“And she didn’t ask you to call me?” The familiar voice rouses you from sleep.
“My officer thought she was dunk and joking.” A man who you are sure is the officer’s CO responds quickly, his tone nervous.
“But she asked you to call someone?” A different, but equally familiar voice cuts in, its tone sharp.
You don’t get to hear the CO’s response as the three men come into view.
“Hi,” you croak out as you reach to your side with a hand to give Sonny, who is curled up beside you alongside the length of the bench in the cell, his legs hanging off the end.
“Wha-,” the heap beside you springs up with a surprising amount of grace, a good part of the alcohol in his system having worn out with a nap, the crinkle of his equally holographic outfit rustling in the silence of the holding cell.
“We’re saved,” you say nudging your chin in the direction of the three men standing beyond the call staring at you both.
“Why-”? Your father, the Commissioner starts to ask, only for your husband to cut him off with an explanation before he can finish his question.
“Space cowboys.”
It earns a beat of silence, before the Commissioner shakes his head. He does’t smile, but you see the tell tale flicker of amusement in the way his eyes light up.
“All yours Dodds”
“Mike,” you cut in to correct your father’s term of address for your husband “we’ve talked about this.”
“We are in the work place,” he responds smoothly without missing a beat.
“Not for work,” you counter.
“Would you mind getting that gate open?” Mike’s voice interrupts the on going verbal sparring match, his question directed at the CO whose head is swivelling back and forth between you and the Commissioner.
“Right away,” he fumbles with the pass he has snapped to his belt for a second before tapping against the small electronic black box.
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“How did you guys find us,” Sonny asks as the four of you step out of the station.
“Find my friends,” the response of two sets of voices chimes out in unison.
“Cops,” you say to Sonny with a shrug, which only makes the ex-cop chuckle knowing. It had been a habit your father had ever since the creation of the function, checking in on all the members of his family before he turned in for the night. Something which, to the disappoint of a great number of children of the NYPD, numerous members of the force had picked up. While it bothered you in your younger years, you came to understand the need for the knowledge of your loved ones whereabouts that came with being in the NYPD. Unsurprisingly, it was something which Dodds Senior and now Mike had picked up.
“I’ll see you next week,” a pause as the Commissioner gives both you and Sonny a once over, “in better outfits.”
“Sunday best, Sir,” Sonny gives a nod of his head. He’s managed to nap off most, but not all of the alcohol and his eyes still retain a glassy quality.
“Sunday best, Dad,” you echo as you watch your father exchange a look with Mike before stepping into the waiting black SUV.
“Come on cowboys,” Mike says as the black SUV pulls away.
“I can get a cab home,” comes the protest from Sonny but Mike only responds but pulling open the front and back doors of the passenger’s side of a similar looking black SUV parked right behind the one that just pulled away.
“I’m not making another trip to a police station tonight,” Mike’s words sound like a threat, but his tone is light and warm. He cocks his head towards the car and Sonny gives a thankful nod, in full understanding of the good intention, before scrambling in and sinking into the plush leather, eyes fluttering close. Mike shuts the door behind him before turning to you.
“Your turn.” The front of his hair un-styled, flopping over eyes glimmering with amusement, a sure sign that he had been getting ready or in bed before coming to get you.
“I’m sor-,” you start to say, only for Mike to tug you forward gently by a hand to silence you by placing his lips on yours.
“Don’t,” he says against your lips. He feels your smile from the way his lips curve against yours.
“I’m getting glitter on you,” you breathe out as Mike pulls away, the material of his sweatshirt now glistening under the street lamp.
“Feels like I’m part of the gang now,” he shrugs glancing down at his sweatshirt.
“Let’s go home cowboy” you say as you lean towards him to press another kiss to the side of his mouth.
“C’mon,” Mike slips his hands onto either side of your waist, and you squeal in surprise as he lifts you up onto the passenger’s seat.
Hello. I'm totally procrastinating and had a random thought - do you think the SVU Detectives and the loveable ADA Barba have any fears/phobias like for example spiders, heights or maybe even snakes?
Understand they 'catch bad guys' for a living but I like the idea that say Sonny has a dislike of clowns or I think there is an episode where Fin's scared of puppets 😆
ADA Rafael Barba- His phobia is mysophobia or the fear of germs. Not only is he neat and tidy, but he is also a clean freak, almost obsessively. He always carries alcohol hand sanitizer, has disinfecting wipes in his desk drawer, and washes his hands frequently. When Covid hit and everyone was required to wear a mask, he had personalized ones that matched his suits.
ADA Dominick “Sonny” Carisi, Jr.- Sonny has pediophobia or the fear of dolls. It stems from his older sisters telling him scary stories when he was little. They said the old dolls his mom had on display would come alive at night and try to steal his eyes. Sonny still gets chills when he sees a porcelain doll or one of the dolls that opens and closes its eyes. He’ll avoid the doll aisle at all costs.
ADA Peter Stone- Peter’s phobia is autophobia or fear of being alone. His mom left when he was young, his dad worked all the time and his sister was institutionalized. He has felt alone most of his life. To not feel alone he fills his time with random women and alcohol.
Captain Olivia Benson- Liv’s phobia is sciophobia or fear of shadows. Even when she was little she was afraid of shadows. As an adult, she knows what can lurk in the shadows: physically and mentally.
Sergeant Odafin “Fin” Tutuola- He has a fear of puppets or pupaphobia. There’s not really a back story with this one. They just creep him out.
Sergeant Michael Dodds- He has atychiphobia or a fear of failure. I mean if your father is William Dodds and you’re the golden child you don’t have a greater feat than failure.
Detective Amanda Rollisi- Amanda has cherophobia or fear of happiness. Every time she’s been happy something happens to derail it. It’s one reason she taints relationships.
Detective Nicolas Amaro- Nick’s fear is nyctophobia or fear of darkness. When he was a child his dad would always come home late and drunk. Nick would lay in the dark listening to his dad abuse his mom. He still has a nightlight in every room of his house.
Detective John Munch- His fear is politicophobia or fear of government. Really no explanation is needed here.
Detective Elliot Stabler- Elliot has alektorophobia or fear of chickens. His grandparents had a farm when he was little. The rooster would chase him and usually peck him, drawing blood.
Dr. Melinda Warren- Chief Medical Examiner- She has frigophobia or fear of becoming too cold. Melinda’s first autopsy case was a person that froze to death. It’s stuck with her since.
Detective Katriona “Kat” Tamin- Her phobia is sparkalaphobia or fear of glitter. Kat’s mom would dress her in glitter, sequins, and girly clothing. Now, she shies away from anything that triggers her fear. You don’t need sparkles and frills to be feminine.
Detective Joseph Velasco- Joseph has merinthophobia or fear of being tied up. This phobia developed later in life. He had a one-night stand that went a little awry. Joe’s date tied him to the bed frame, blindfolded him, and left. He had to wait for his roommate to come home to untie him.
George Huang, M.D.- George’s fear is ornithophobia or fear of birds. When he was growing up his mother had a houseful of birds of different types: macaws, parakeets, and finches just to name a few. All they did was squawk, peck at him when he tried to pet them, and poop around the house.
Captain Donald Cragen- Donald’s fear is stenophobia or fear of narrow spaces. He doesn’t really know why. Nothing traumatic has ever happened.
Detective Brian Cassidy- Brian has staurophobia or fear of the crucifix. He was a Catholic growing up. Even went to a Catholic school. Brian got into trouble a lot resulting in getting paddled. Now seeing the crucifix brings back bad memories.
Prompt: I think #82 “I was in the neighbourhood.” And # 64 “It’s two sugars, right?” w/ Dodds would be really cute. With the Reader stopping by to see him.
It’s a little after five am when a persistent knocking wakes you up. You try to ignore it because you know who’s on the other side, and you have no desire to see him. It’s only when your neighbors start yelling that you toss the covers to the side and stomp to the door.
You pull open the door and glare at him, he holds up a styrofoam cup, “It’s two sugars, right?”
“It’s too early for coffee Mike.”
You head back into the apartment and Mike follows you in, making sure to close and bolt the door behind him. You scrub your hands over your face, “What are you doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood.”
You stare at him, bright faced, young, and it takes everything you have not to reach out and pull him to you, because you know the moment you do he’ll disappear. “You’re not here.”
“Then where am I?”
“Dead.” The word is said bluntly, and it’s the truth. You know because you’ve had this dream at least once a week for the past year, ever since he’d died.
“I’m not dead. I’m right here.” He says it with a smile that has tears welling in your eyes.
Your voice breaks as you say, “No, Mike. You’re not. I really wish you were, but you’re not.”
“I want to be.”
“I want you to be too.”
His hand reaches out to touch you, and the moment his fingers touch your cheek you spring up in bed to the sound of crying. Your breathing is labored as you scramble out of the bed and into the adjacent room. Your daughter stares up at you with tears streaming down her face. You pick her up and cradle her to your chest, “It’s okay baby girl, mama has you. Mama has you.”
You glance at the clock, and it reads five am. If Mike was still alive he’d be showing up with coffee at this moment. Actually you would have been married by now, and he’d be waking up with you. You push away thoughts of what could have been, turn away from the clock, and make your way to the rocking chair. “It’s okay Maisey, mama has you.”
You’d been three months along when Mike had entered that forsaken house. The two of you hadn’t told anyone, but Mike had been ecstatic, talking about names from the moment the stick had read positive, and now he was missing it.
Ten minutes later you have Maisey calmed down enough to settle in her play pen, and set forth getting ready for the day. At six a knock on the door sounds and you go to get it. You find William on the other side holding a two cups of coffee, he passes one to you wordlessly before making his way towards his granddaughter.
Over the next hour your doorbell rings several more times as Liv, Amanda, Finn, and Sonny show up. And as you watch them surround your little girl, you comfort yourself with the fact that your daughter will never be alone.
I love how everyone in this fandom pretends they don’t know that Mike Dodds had a fiancée. He never mentioned her and she appeared just in the last episode in which he dies.
