MCA #3, Wednesday Morning
Alex Cabot was making a phone call. A very important one.
"Yes, thank you. I'd like to speak to Jack McCoy, please. ... Jack McCoy. ... He's an Executive Assistant District Attorney? ... Oh. I see. Elizabeth Donnelly, then? ... She's the EADA connected to the Special Victims Unit. ............. Okay. Humor me. What's the District Attorney's name? ... Yes, I'm perfectly serious. .......... Thank you very much. That's all I needed. Uh-huh. You have a great day."
Quickly followed by a second one, to Gibbs.
"Pack your tux. Rent one, if you have to. We're going."
She didn't know what New York City they were headed to -- dimensional stuff made her brain hurt -- but it certainly wasn't hers.
Times Square, here they went ...
(this is entirely famous_gut's fault/idea/inspiration/what-have-you, and Gibbs was modded with permission as a result!)
"Yes, thank you. I'd like to speak to Jack McCoy, please. ... Jack McCoy. ... He's an Executive Assistant District Attorney? ... Oh. I see. Elizabeth Donnelly, then? ... She's the EADA connected to the Special Victims Unit. ............. Okay. Humor me. What's the District Attorney's name? ... Yes, I'm perfectly serious. .......... Thank you very much. That's all I needed. Uh-huh. You have a great day."
Quickly followed by a second one, to Gibbs.
"Pack your tux. Rent one, if you have to. We're going."
She didn't know what New York City they were headed to -- dimensional stuff made her brain hurt -- but it certainly wasn't hers.
Times Square, here they went ...
(this is entirely famous_gut's fault/idea/inspiration/what-have-you, and Gibbs was modded with permission as a result!)