Codename: Undercover

Chapter One: The Latest Case

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the UC: Undercover team or the La Femme Nikita gang. Which is too bad really, cause they're all so damn attractive that I really wouldn't mind owning any of them. But I digress, ahem, please enjoy or don't (it's up to you). But DO read and reply cause otherwise my already procrastinating self tends to not finish these stories. Anywho, onto the good stuff.....

For those of you who are LFN lovers.....I'm taking us back to when Operations and Madeline ran the Section and Birky ran tech. Spy Boy is still there and so is Nik, of course. ;-)

Donovan glanced around as his team gathered around the large metal table of the briefing room. Jake and Alex sat next to each other, Monica and Cody across from them, and he stood at the head of the table.

"Morning everyone," he greeted them stoically, "we've just been handed a very serious case, more intense than any of the ones we've previously dealt with. The FBI has given us one that even they can't solve....a serial killer they've nicknamed "Dice," I'm sure you can all draw your conclusions from that. There's one catch to us getting this case, however."

"What do you mean catch?," Cody leaned forward intrigued.

"The FBI has sent us a partner group to help us take down Mr. Dice."

"What's the matter, they don't think we can do it? We don't need anyone else, this is what we do," Jake glanced up at Donovan as he spoke.

"None of you fit the profile for the victims and none of you resemble the pattern enough to disguise you to fit in as one. Plus, these people are a little more in depth than we are....they're used to worse than this type of case. And I assure you that they are not pleased with working with us, either." Donovan took a seat at the head of the table.

"Who exactly will we be working with?," Alex glanced up curiously from where she sat in one of the leather chairs.

"A covert agency known as Section One."

"Section One?," Monica leaned forward, resting her arms on the table, "I thought they were a myth. You know, 500 feet underground, never fail a mission, the highest technology in the world...."

"I assure you they are very real, very good, and very serious about what they do. Everyone pack up, we're heading to meet them in one hour," Donovan stood and left the room, signifying that the briefing was over.

"Oh yippee," Cody sighed and stood up, "we get to work with the scariest folks in the business."

"They can't be that bad," Jake glanced over at the group as they left the room. Monica laughed,

"You apparently have never heard about Section One."

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-ONE HOUR LATER.....500 FEET UNDERGROUND.....SECTION ONE-

None of them knew any more about where they were than the fact that they were several hundred feet underground and that the place looked like something out of Men in Black, all black leather and steel. They made their way through a long hall way and emerged in the main area of the Section. A large window spanned a second floor room, the glass was darkened at the moment. A huge tech station lay to their left, the head of which was a small guy in colored glasses, mic in his ear and an Oreo in his hand as he gave commands to a team leader. Donovan lead them into a wood paneled outlet of the area where a large steel table rested with numerous black leather chairs around it. Sinking down into the seats, the team waited.

They waited for ten minutes until a very distinguished couple entered the room. The man looked to be in his fifties, spiked silver hair topped intense green eyes, his appearance made all the more serious by his black suit. The woman looked to be a bit younger, long auburn hair falling in waves around her face, dressed impeccably in a coffee colored suit. She nodded, gracing them with a neutral smile and took a seat across the table from them. The man glanced over them critically, shook Donovan's hand, and also sat.

"My name is Operations," he eyed them again, "I'm the head of Section One. We specialize in cover anti-terrorist actions. You all be working here with us during the McCaulster mission and therefore there are certain things you need to know about your time here. You have each been given a code name which is not to be shared with anyone outside of the Section, when we need to contact you we will do so by using that name. Each of you has been allotted an apartment for the duration of this mission, fully furnished in accordance with the background story that was drawn up for you. In your apartment you will find a briefcase which contains a panel we will upload with necessary information, credit cards, and cash. Madeline will give you your personal information for you backgrounds and the addresses of your temporary homes," he gave a curt nod and rose, disappearing up a stairwell into what the team guessed was the darkened second floor room.

"Each of you has a new life for outside the Section while you are here. Any contact with people you know in your normal lives is not allowed. Do not get distracted with them, I warn you," Madeline spread the folders out on the table in front of them, "briefing for the mission is tomorrow at 6 am, do not be late." She graced them with that same neutral smile and stood, following Operations up the stairs.

"What kind of name is Operations? I mean, come on, are these people for real?," Cody swiveled in his chair to glance at the other UC members.

"A little too real if you ask me," Monica glanced up from where she was flipping through her file.

Alex sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "So now what? We sit here and wait for the next character?"

"No," Donovan stood, "you go to your new homes, start your new lives, and return to tomorrow at 6 am. Don't be late." He turned and walked off, vanishing around a corner.

The team stood, each member grabbing their file as they made their way out of the Section.

"Could this place please rip off more 007 movies?" Cody laughed lightly, attempting to lighten the team's spirits.

"We're in deep shit," Monica smirked as they stepped on to the elevator.

Alex nodded as the doors began to close, "Yep."

SO that's part one. What'd ya think?

~Erica~