For Miss Meehan who encouraged me to go back to writing drabbles and reminded me why I like that genre in the first place. It's not the full-length story you asked for, but it is "more." I hope you like it.
Strangle Me?
"Strangle me; smother me. It's all the same."
"I care for you, George."
"I have a mother. I'm not looking for another."
"Fine! Next time ya single-handed take on a perp built like a linebacker for the Jets, I'll just call the ME." Elliott plops down on the couch and buries his head in the Sunday paper.
George retreats to a chair across the room and starts on a large collection of files. He thinks, What was that? Stress? Fear? Pride? He does want Stabler.
He walks over to the couch, says quietly, "I'm sorry, Elliott. Strangle me?"