DISCLAIMER/AUTHOR'S NOTES: see part 1 (basically, they ain't mine and I'm not making any money here)

DISCLAIMER/AUTHOR'S NOTES: see part 1 (basically, they ain't mine and I'm not making any money here).

MIStake (PART 6)

(story 1 in the MIScommunication Series aka It Sucks To Be You Series)


Judge Donnelly just scooted back into place as the director called the game back into play. She leaned over to a concerned Casey and whispered, "Sorry; I had to check something with my office."

Tony walked back over to the LAW side of the stage. "Okay, it's time to play Fast Money. Who will be representing your team, Captain?"

"I think John and Elliot will do the honors."

"All right, gentlemen... who will be going first?"

Munch pointed to himself and Tony gestured Elliot to go offstage. The screen behind the main podium changed to the Fast Money board.

"Detective Stabler will be unable to hear Detective Munch's answers. We'll put thirty seconds on the clock and ask John here a set of five questions. Then we'll bring Elliot back out and ask him the same questions. If they can score two hundred points total, they will win an extra 25000 for the PBA. Are you ready, John?"

John nodded.

"Okay, thirty seconds on the board. As with all the questions, we surveyed one hundred people and asked them - Name a kitchen appliance you could not live without."

"Coffee maker"

"Name an occupation kids want to be when they grow up."

"FBI Agent."

"Name your favorite day of the year."

"July 30th."

Tony looked extremely puzzled. He shook his head but continued with the next question. "Name the most popular month for weddings."

Munch paused this time, he looked confused.

"Hurry, you don't have much time."


"Name a place most folks would like to go on vacation to."

"Roswell, New Mexico."

The bell rang indicating the end of the round.

Tony turned them both around to face the board. "All right, let's see how you did. The first question - Name a kitchen appliance you could not live without. You said coffee maker. Survey said..."

Coffee maker was worth thirty points.

"Very good start. Name an occupation kids want to be when they grow up. You said FBI Agent. Survey said..."

Zero points were revealed.

"Oh, too bad. Okay, question three - name your favorite day of the year. You said July 30th. July 30th?"

"That's the day Jimmy Hoffa disappeared. It's very special to me."

"I see." Tony rolled his eyes. "Show me..."

Zero points were revealed.

"John, my man, you aren't doing very well here. But you still have two more questions. Name a popular month for weddings. Hey, you passed on this. Aren't you the one who has been married four times?"

"Yeah, and I'm not fond of any of those months."

The buzzer sounded and showed zero points for the passed question.

"Okay, last question for you - name a place most folks would like to go on vacation to. You said Roswell, New Mexico."

The audience groaned.

"John, John, John... I don't think this is going to help your team. But you never know. Survey said..."

Again zero points were shown on the board.

"Okay, let's cover up those answers and bring Elliot back out."

Munch walked back over to his team.

"July 30th? Roswell? You just can't be normal every once in awhile, can you?" Fin smacked him on the back of the head.

Elliot joined Tony in the middle of the stage. He was smiling.

"All righty, Detective, I have some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?"

"Uh, the good news?" Elliot answered reluctantly.

"How would you like a chance to be your team's hero?"

"Being a hero would be cool. So, how many points do I need?"

"That would be the bad news."

"How many?" Elliot glared over at Munch.

"One hundred and seventy."


"Munch had a few problems with the questions. But I'm sure you will do fine. And you'll get an extra fifteen seconds on the clock."

Elliot sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, let's do this."

"Let's put forty-five seconds on the clock and show the audience again what Munch's answers were. Clock starts when I read the first question. Ready?"

Elliot nodded once.

"Name a kitchen appliance you could not live without."

"A microwave."

"Name an occupation kids want to be when they grow up."

"A firefighter."

"Name your favorite day of the year."


"Name a popular month for weddings."

"Oh tell me he didn't get this one right?" Elliot shook his head. "June."

"Name a place most folks would like to go on vacation to."

"Disney World."

Tony congratulated Elliot, then joked. "Those answers sounded really good. But then again, any answers other than Munch's would have sounded really good."

They turned to face the board.

Elliot turned to Munch. "You only got one answer right? One?"

"Okay, let's see if you pulled it off. Name a kitchen appliance you cannot live without. You said microwave. It's the number one answer."

Thirty-five points were revealed.

Elliot pumped his fist.

"So far, so good. Name an occupation kids want to be when they grow-up. You said firefighter. Survey said..."

Thirty-two points were revealed.

Elliot was smiling widely.

"Y'know, neither one of you said policeman. Which in this case was good, since firefighter was the number one answer. Next, name your favorite day of the year. You said Christmas. Let's see how popular that answer is. Survey says..."

Forty points were revealed.

Elliot began rocking on his heels with nervous excitement.

"That was another number one answer. Name a popular wedding month. You said June. Absolutely. Survey said..."

June was worth fifty-five points.

Elliot beamed when he saw the overall total change to one hundred and ninety two.

"You are only eight points away from 50000. You must be feeling pretty good about now, huh?"

"Uh huh."

"So, after you win, whatcha gonna do?"

"I'm going to Disney World."

Just then the board lit up Disney World and the 37 points it was worth. The grand total was two hundred and twenty-nine.

Elliot began to jump up and down. The LAW and ORDER Teams both went out to greet and congratulate Elliot. The studio dropped balloons on the contestants. The audience was cheering loudly.

Meanwhile, Liv sat down on the dais riser and watched her team celebrate. She rubbed her face and placed her chin in her hand, her elbow resting on her knee. She closed her eyes. In the middle of her wallowing she felt a nudge to her shoulder. She chose to ignore it. A harder nudge followed a few seconds later.

"Knock it off!" She looked up. "Oh, it's you Judge, sorry."

"Detective, I know how you feel."

"You've had three EXs completely annihilate your hard earned professional reputation and make you look like a slut-puppy on national television?"

"Uh, no," she said rubbing her nose. "Besides, Casey is not an EX."

"I haven't been home yet."

"Good point."

"Gee, thanks. Are you trying to cheer me up? It's not working."

"Look, for what it's worth, Casey loves you. If she didn't, she wouldn't have let Bitch and Bitchier push her buttons the way they did."

Olivia sighed.

"Detective... Olivia... I do know what it's like to work twice as hard for half the respect. And that's why I had to do something here. This show is never going to air."

"What?" Olivia began to perk up.

"Jim the producer is actually Sam the Ex-Con. I thought I recognized him when he came to the green room before the show. I checked with my office during the break and had them pull some files. I... ahem... politely asked him to consider not airing this show."

"And he just said okay?"

"Not exactly. The okay followed immediately after I gave him the information I planned on sharing with the network executives. It seems that they do not know about his extracurricular past activities."

"You blackmailed the producer?"

"I prefer to think of it as negotiations."

"What about the charity money?"

"It will still be paid. The contract just said we needed to play, it didn't specify the show needed to air."

"Y'know, you are something else." She paused and tilted her head. "You did this for me?"

"And for Heckle, Jeckle and Clyde over there. Not their finest moments either. But I'll take care of them tomorrow. Right now, you are going to take care of me."


"Saving asses makes me ravenous. How about taking me to dinner?"

Olivia stood up and held out her arm. "Your honor, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner?"

The Judge took her arm. "Lead on." She paused. "Olivia."

"Call me Liv." They started walking to the exit.

"Wait." Olivia stopped and turned to the Judge. "What about Casey?"

"She can get her own dinner and, like I said, I'll take care of her tomorrow. I have a plan." Liz waggled her eyebrows.

"Do tell." Olivia replied, intrigued.

"All in good time, Detec... Liv. All in good time."

The celebration in the middle of the stage was winding down. Elliot noticed his partner was among the missing.

"Hey, where's Liv?"

Abbie looked around then pointed over to the left dais. She watched as Liv stood up and said something to the Judge. She stared as Liz took Liv's arm.

"Whoo Whee... go Benson."

They all turned.

"Looks like Benson just raised her batting average."


To be continued in MIShap…stay tuned.