Blood rushing out the deep gash imbedded in his head dripped down the detective’s face, a warm.. tingling sensation his skin was feeling. The room was starting to spin, almost felt like vertigo. He couldn’t pass out, not yet at least. Give it some time. The team will be here soon.

”Time, time, time.. give it some time,” he thought, using that inner monologue to talk to himself because surely his voice was of no use at this moment.

And he thought.. and thought.

The concept of whatever time he had left was currently not on his side. No, Carisi was on the verge of losing consciousness right then and there in the dirty, dark basement he was trapped in. Maybe he should have just pursued being a prosecutor a long time ago. This shit doesn’t happen to prosecutors. They don’t.. get abducted and thrown into basements. Detectives are at more risk of this. Detectives have to worry about putting their life on the line a lot of the time. Detectives have to worry about what their last words may be if a situation goes sideways—

Last words. Oh, none of this was good. A mix of panic and fear hit Carisi’s mind hard and quick. He never thought he’d be in such a situation where he was coming this close to death. As he thought to himself, he could only think about the one person who he’d want to speak to when it came to something like this.

Of course it’d be you. You’re his partner — last four years have held so much meaning — and his best friend. You’ve done nothing but show him your undeniable support and love. If he needed anything — from venting at three in the morning about how much law school was taking a toll on him, to picking him up from a local bar because he had one too many beers — you were the person to call.

But never did he think about the last words he’d ever have to say to you. Worst part about all this, you weren’t even here to hear them. He’d most likely have to tell his abductor if the man asked. Twisted.

And here we were. The basement door creaked open, a bit of light shining into the blacked out room. The man closed the door, shutting out the light. The stairs creaked under the man’s feet as he walked down them. He approached Carisi, who was currently struggling to stay alive. The man stopped in his tracks, his eyes roaming over Carisi’s weak form.

In this moment, Carisi wasn’t afraid to die. No, he was way past that. He was more afraid of the fact that he would never see you again. He was afraid for how you would react to him being gone.

He was afraid that he would never get to tell you that he loved you most in this world, that you were his everything.

Time, time, time… give it some time..