A/N: heres chapter 3 loves! enjoy!
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And now, I have a boxer-clad Elliot Stabler standing in the doorway of my apartment.
Wow.
Oh, and three guesses who’s at the door.
“Um, is there something I should be aware of detectives?”
Elliot is just standing there like a brain-dead idiot, his mouth slightly agape. I am staring in shock with my jaw on the floor, and Kathleen is like, “Shit.” Actually, she mumbled “shit” when El opened the door, seeing as she knew who the person was.
“Ah, Captain,” I manage to force out of my throat. “Good morning?”
Cragen’s eyes go between me and El multiple times, as if trying to gauge how inappropriate the situation was, and uncover what happened in this very apartment last night. Then he spots Kathleen, and visibly relaxes. Keep in mind though, that this all transpired in about 3 seconds.
Turning his attention back to Elliot, who is STILL standing there like he is seeing a ghost, he asks, “May I come in, or are you going to keep me waiting out here?”
El just keeps standing there, and I have to yell his name before he responded.
“Ah, yeah,” Elliot stuttered, “C – Come on in.” He backs up and makes room for Cragen to enter through. I caught Cragen rolling his eyes briefly before they met mine, and he gave me a sly smile. I swear to GOD, he should NOT be allowed to give out sly smiles like that – it’s like he already knows what happened last night…speaking of which…
“So, do I even want to know what happened here last night?”
Elliot, Kathleen and I all blush in union. He chuckles lightly at our reactions, before sparing us all from answering.
“It’s okay, I’m not going to ask for all the gory details,” he moved his hand as if to wave the thought away. I – and everyone else in the room – let go of breaths we did not know we were holding.
“I just came by to see how much time off you guys would need.”
“Uh…” I said, “I’m not sure. How much can you give us?”
Cragen looked thoughtful.
“Hmm…I suppose…Is a week enough time?”
I looked at El at the same moment he looked at me. We agreed that it was enough time – how, I don’t know, but it’s just one of those things we can do that others can’t. I suppose that’s what makes us different from all the other partners, and what makes us so close and efficient together.
I realized that Elliot still probably couldn’t talk for himself, so I saved him the trouble and embarrasment. Just another little thing I do for him…
“Yeah,” I agreed, nodding. “A week would be great.”
Cragen pursed his lips, and looked around thoughtfully.
“Okay then. But if you ever need anything,” he added, “Don’t hesitate to call me. And if you need more time…well, I suppose that we can all put up with Munch’s sludge for a little bit longer.”
I gave my captain a small smile.
“Thank you.” Nothing else needed to be said.
Nodding one last time Cragen turned on his heel and left the apartment, pausing only to say goodbye to Kathleen and the other half of his best detective.
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And now, I have a boxer-clad Elliot Stabler standing in the doorway of my apartment.
Wow.
Oh, and three guesses who’s at the door.
“Um, is there something I should be aware of detectives?”
Elliot is just standing there like a brain-dead idiot, his mouth slightly agape. I am staring in shock with my jaw on the floor, and Kathleen is like, “Shit.” Actually, she mumbled “shit” when El opened the door, seeing as she knew who the person was.
“Ah, Captain,” I manage to force out of my throat. “Good morning?”
Cragen’s eyes go between me and El multiple times, as if trying to gauge how inappropriate the situation was, and uncover what happened in this very apartment last night. Then he spots Kathleen, and visibly relaxes. Keep in mind though, that this all transpired in about 3 seconds.
Turning his attention back to Elliot, who is STILL standing there like he is seeing a ghost, he asks, “May I come in, or are you going to keep me waiting out here?”
El just keeps standing there, and I have to yell his name before he responded.
“Ah, yeah,” Elliot stuttered, “C – Come on in.” He backs up and makes room for Cragen to enter through. I caught Cragen rolling his eyes briefly before they met mine, and he gave me a sly smile. I swear to GOD, he should NOT be allowed to give out sly smiles like that – it’s like he already knows what happened last night…speaking of which…
“So, do I even want to know what happened here last night?”
Elliot, Kathleen and I all blush in union. He chuckles lightly at our reactions, before sparing us all from answering.
“It’s okay, I’m not going to ask for all the gory details,” he moved his hand as if to wave the thought away. I – and everyone else in the room – let go of breaths we did not know we were holding.
“I just came by to see how much time off you guys would need.”
“Uh…” I said, “I’m not sure. How much can you give us?”
Cragen looked thoughtful.
“Hmm…I suppose…Is a week enough time?”
I looked at El at the same moment he looked at me. We agreed that it was enough time – how, I don’t know, but it’s just one of those things we can do that others can’t. I suppose that’s what makes us different from all the other partners, and what makes us so close and efficient together.
I realized that Elliot still probably couldn’t talk for himself, so I saved him the trouble and embarrasment. Just another little thing I do for him…
“Yeah,” I agreed, nodding. “A week would be great.”
Cragen pursed his lips, and looked around thoughtfully.
“Okay then. But if you ever need anything,” he added, “Don’t hesitate to call me. And if you need more time…well, I suppose that we can all put up with Munch’s sludge for a little bit longer.”
I gave my captain a small smile.
“Thank you.” Nothing else needed to be said.
Nodding one last time Cragen turned on his heel and left the apartment, pausing only to say goodbye to Kathleen and the other half of his best detective.
