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"She was supposed to let me see them this weekend! We're not even divorced yet and she's already making demands and changing her mind whenever she wants!"
Cragen pulled a chair in front of his detective. "Sit. Calm down."
Stabler collapsed into the chair and put his head into his hands, exhaling loudly. "Sorry, Captain," he mumbled. "It's just that I haven't seen the kids in weeks, and she promised."
"Did you sign the papers yet?"
He shook his head. "They're still sitting on the table in the dining room. I keep thinking there's a way to fix this, but...the kids must be wondering where I am."
"Elliot," Cragen said, his voice comforting, "your kids love you."
He sighed. "Maybe...maybe I just need to hear it from them once in a while."