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?”...
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