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Not the Sharpest Shank

FLASHBACK

"Toby, I figured out what to do!"

"Really? What?"

"We are going to set Vern up, by making it look like I got to you. Maybe you could spend a few days in the infirmary. We are going to need Dr. Nathan's help, along with permission from the warden."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you want."

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me. I want to stay in one piece as much as the next guy. Plus I have hated Vern since the moment he 'saved' me from Adebisi," he said, using dramatic air quotes.

Elliot laughed, "Okay. Let's go talk to Glynn." They left the pod and headed for the warden's office.

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Glynn's Office

"Are you sure this will work?" Leo Glynn asked a very smug and confident looking Elliot.

"Yeah, it'll work. Vern isn't the sharpest shank in OZ. I don't think he will figure it out. Plus when he comes to finish Toby off, which I am sure he will want to, we will be waiting. Then we will be waiting for him again when he comes after me, once he realizes I set him up. So not only will we have him for conspiracy to commit murder, twice, one of the charges will be against an officer of the law. No jury will overlook that fact. He will be away for life, with no parole and then you can just put him in solitary and wait for him to croak naturally."

"Okay, I trust you. Dr. Nathan," Glynn said, turning to her, "do you think this is doable?"

"Yeah, we can do it, as long as Toby doesn't mind carrying around the extra weight until this is over." Toby just shrugged and nodded.

"Okay, then let's set it up.

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"Agent Pierce Taylor"

"Agent Taylor? This is Detective Elliot Stabler. I need to run something by you."

"Stabler … you are supposed to be undercover, why are you calling me?"

"I am using the phone in the warden's office. The conversations on it are never recorded and no one but him, Dr. Nathan and Tobias Beecher can hear me."

"Tobias Beecher! An inmate! Your cover has been blown already? You really suck at this undercover stuff."

Elliot rolled his eyes, "No my cover was not blown, I told Toby about it so he can help me with Vern. That is what I wanted to run by you. Now will you just shut up and listen?" As he said this, Toby, Glynn and Dr. Nathan could be heard snickering behind him. He just turned, shrugged his shoulders, and flashed a knee-weakening grin.

"Okay, you made you point. What do you want?"

"I want you to take Toby's participation in this under consideration and let him have parole early so he can be home with his family." As Elliot said this, Toby's eyes got wide, he wasn't expecting this. They hadn't discussed him getting anything out of the deal, except his health. This was a total shock, but he was happy about it.

"I can't -"

"Yes, you can. Either you do that or I just go get Brian and walk out of here, and you will never have you case. So what's it gonna be?"

"Fine. He can be reviewed and released as soon as an arrest on Vern comes down. Happy?"

Elliot smiled, "Extremely!"

"Is that all?"

"Yup. Good-bye Agent Taylor."

"Yeah, whatever." With that Elliot and Taylor hung up the phone. Elliot turned to everyone and looked directly at Toby.

"If this goes down and Vern is arrested, you get to go home. On parole, of course, but home none the less."

Toby couldn't say anything. He jumped out of his chair and gave Elliot a huge hug and whispered in his ear, "Thank you so much. I owe you big! When we leave I am taking that fiancé of yours and you out to the nicest place in NYC."

"You don't have to do that. But, okay. I am definitely not going to pass up free food. Now let's get this show on the road.

END FLASHBACK

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Elliot went to visit Toby before count. He was sitting in one the corner beds with his left arm and right leg in 'casts'.

"How ya doing?"

"Pretty good, considering I am not really broken. Did he buy it?"

"Yeah, he did. Are you sure you can live with these cast for awhile? I might be a month or so, but we don't know for sure."

"I can live with it. I would do anything to be with my kids. This is just a challenge in the road to early parole. Thanks again of that. I can't thank you enough. Plus, I didn't want to get hurt for real and I certainly did want an injury to a police officer to be on my conscience. So don't worry about it."

"Well, we will get you out of these things and home with your kids as fast as we can. I can almost guarantee that he will try something soon. Soon being from tomorrow til the end of the month. But don't worry, you got protection whenever he tries."

"Yeah, I have confidence in you. But do me one favor?"

"What's that?"

"Get him before he gets to me?"

"No problem. That's my job after all."

"Thanks."

"Again, no need to thank me. With all your help, Vern will never see the light of day again and you will be free to roam with your kids." Toby shook his head. He was about to say something when Officer Murphy entered the room.

"Keller! Let's go. Leave your girlfriend alone. I don't think that pretty little thing from yesterday would appreciate it. So get a move on," Murphy yelled, not bothering to move from the doorway of the infirmary.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming. See ya tomorrow Toby."

"See ya Chris."

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"He went and talked to him in the infirmary."

"Really? Why?"

"Rumor has it Beecher isn't really broken. He's just faking to protect Keller. Something is up with those two and it isn't going to end pretty for someone."

"I know."

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The Next Day - Gym

"Keller!"

"What Vern?"

"I need you to finish Beecher off. I decided that he needed to be in pain before he dies. So now I want you to finish him."

"I can't get to him. I stack papers, not work in the infirmary or the mail room. I don't have any reason to need to go in there. It might look suspicious. If you need him dead, do it yourself. You are in there everyday anyway," Elliot challenged. "You know what I think? I think you can't actually kill someone yourself. You are always sending others to do your dirty work. Do it yourself."

Vern scowled, "watch what you say boy. You might not like the product of you own words."

"Yeah, whatever you say Vern."

Vern turned towards the entrance of the gym and stalked off, with three of his 'boys' right behind him. Once in the hallway Vern turned to Robson, "You take Franklin here and take care of Beecher. I am going to deal with Keller myself."

"Yes, sir," came the answer from the lackey.

They plotted and planned then parted ways. By dinner tonight Vern was going to be rid of Keller and Beecher. He grinned to himself and started to put his plan into motion.