Elliot Stabler staggered over to his desk from his cot in the crib. There was a haunted look in his eyes. If Munch hadn't heard him snoring an hour earlier, he would've sworn that Stabler hadn't slept in a week.
"Rough night?" Munch asked as he handed Stabler a cup of coffee.
"I had the most horrible nightmare. Katie and the kids had all disappeared and I was dating that brat down the street who shot a rock through my living-room window last week. That wasn't the worst of it though, she was dressed like a total skank and I was acting like a lovesick toddler on PCP every time I was around her." Stabler said as he sank into his chair and gratefully took the offered coffee.
"Sounds awful." Munch said barely restraining his laughter.
Stabler's phone rang. He briefly talked to the person on the other end, looking both relieved and upset at the same time, before he hung up .
"So, what did the missus want this time?" Munch asked.
"That kid I was telling you about, Mary Sue, broke our livingroom window again." Stabler said as he began to make a dent in the pile of paperwork on his desk.
