Stabler was spending the night alone, the kids gone on some school field trip or something. Sprawled out on the couch, he had just been starting to doze off when the rapping at the door startled him. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at the time and scowled. Who would be dropping by so late? With a heavy sigh he rolled off the couch, standing in one fluid movement, padding over to the door.
The detective was dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, nothing underneath either since he hadn't been able to find his boxers after getting out of the shower. He smelled of cinnamon. Looking out the peep hole, he frowned a little, realizing who it was. Opening the door he looked Chris up and down, nose wrinkling as he smelled the alcohol on the other man.
"Chris?" He wasn't moving to let him yet quite yet.