The .45 was in his hand the second Chris heard the door open. He wasn't expecting anyone. Everyone had someone else to go home to. He did not. He sat in his office working out the details of another case while drinking scotch and taking it somewhat easy on his bruised ribs. Bruised whole body was more like it. That's what the scotch helped with.

When he heard Peter's voice for a second he contemplated keeping the gun but he put it down on the desk so the wolf would know if he wanted to try anything it would be a fight.

"What do you want?" he asked, getting up with a slight wince in his voice. He wasn't expecting Peter to show up. If he wanted sex Chris was going to disappoint him because there was no way his body could take that on top of the fight earlier in the evening.