The Most Unusual Covert Operation
Characters: All Characters, as deemed fit, but with heavy emphasis on Briggs and Charlie.
Synopsis: AU. The occupants of Graceland are assigned to go undercover and take down Germaine Marsden, the person that issued a beatdown to Charlie. How are they going to handle this operation, when it leads them to a do something they never expected to do?
A/N: I decided to bring together my two favorite shows: Graceland and Power Rangers, since Brandon Jay Mclaren is on Graceland and was, once, a Power Ranger. It's not a crossover.
Federal Building
Los Angeles, CA
Tensions in Graceland were at an all time high because of the recent events.
Paige Arkin was still suspicious her roommate and former lover had something to do with Lina's demise, Mike Warren was recuperating from the gun shot wound and his brush with death, Paul Briggs lied to his roommate and former lover about Agent Juan Badillo's death at his own hands and the fact he was Odin Rossi, Catherine 'Charlie' Demarco was in limbo, on whether or not to keep Paul's baby she was currently pregnant with, Johnny Tuturro was infuriated with Jakes because Carlito spotted him switching the marked bills, which put Lucia and himself in imminent danger, and, finally, Dale Jakes battled the thought of sprinting back to the hardcore liquor to remain afloat in life and to deal with the animosity in the house.
So, when the most unusual covert operation was tossed into Warren's hands, it was meant for Graceland to do as a unit.
Mike almost fell out of his chair. He's gone undercover before as someone with a reputable profession, while his roommates have posed as junkies, pregnant ex-girlfriends, a man hailing from Jamaica in search of a coup of exotic birds, the list the could go on.
But this, this was a new low.
"You're joking, right," Warren scanned the pages. He was all for the target, but, to keep an eye on him, it was the most ludicrous thing he ever read. "I can't do this!"
"You and your team will," Agent Gerry Silvo insisted with an arrogant tone, keeping his face as stoic as he could. "It's fresh from the bureau, and they expect Graceland to have this handled."
"We're going to stick out like a sore thumb, since we, well maybe, Johnny, won't know a lick about this," Warren argued. "Do you really think we have the capability to pull something like this off?"
"Discuss it with your team and meet me in 0800 hours," he directed. He watched Mike leave. Unable to contain his chuckles any longer, he bursted into a fit of laughter. This would be one for the books.
Xxxxx
Graceland
Undisclosed Location in Southern CA
Before heading inside, Mike took a deep breath. He gave himself a little pep talk, and he hoped no one would chuck a shoe or something worse at him. He threw caution to the wind and entered the house. He saw Johnny and Jakes were already on the couch, but as far away from each other as possible. He assumed Paige was upstairs, deeply anticipating her departure from Graceland, while Charlie was in her room and Briggs was doing something zen.
"Alright, can we gather at the table," Warren ordered, scratching one of his brows with apprehensiveness. He was unsure to even bring this up. "Paige, Charlie, Briggs!" It didn't matter, he was going to anyways.
Johnny and Jakes grumbled, the allusive blonde descended down the steps with Charlie then Briggs rounding off the back.
"Okay," Mike began. All of his team gave him his undivided attention, as the situated themselves around the dinner table, "we got another case."
They all groaned in frustration. All of them were already on their own cases.
"Why aren't we somewhere on the streets nailing that son of a bitch," Paige referenced Sydney 'Sid' Markham, the most corrupt cop in history. "If you hadn't shown up..." She spoke about a week earlier.
"What, so he could kill you," Charlie challenged, infuriated by what she was saying. "Mike intervened for your benefit."
"You don't get it," Paige debated with exasperation. Everything in this house was getting to her. All of her pent up frustration was directed at one person, in particular, though.
Johnny rolled his eyes, ignoring the bickering. "Who and where," he asked, since he had important matters to take care of. Matters no one else knew about, but him.
"Germaine Marsden," Mike tossed the photo of the person in question on the table for everyone to see and watched Charlie's face become pale. This was a sensitive subject for her.
Though, he was about to make that frown turn upside down.
Briggs hardened, since that was the asshole that tortured Charlie for close to six hours and possessed the other half of the robbery from the Getty Bank. "Alright, how are we going to do this," he wasted no time and was already on board. He couldn't wait to wring the neck of Germaine himself, and, as far as Ari of the Armenian Mafia was concerned, he would find a way to balance the two operations.
"Well, it seems this Mr. Marsden has an unusual hobby," Warren continued, stalling, prepping for what he needed to say.
"Okay, so what the hell is it," Jakes grew impatient with Mike. "You're stalling."
"Be open minded," Mike warned.
"Cut the crap, Mikey," Charlie snapped, not in the mood for any games now that she knew who the target was. "Where's he going to be?!"
"Powerrangersmorphicon2014," Mike mumbled inaudibly, breaking eye contact with them.
His roommates sent a look of puzzlement towards him, since they didn't understand. Indistinct inquiries fired from their mouths, but it was generally the same.
Agent Warren spoke again, this time with more articulation and much slower. "Pow-er Ran-gers Morph-i-con 2014."
Everyone around the table became eerily quiet. Were the Feds making a mockery out of them for their past transgressions? They couldn't give this case to other members of the bureau? This was the most outlandish proposal yet. A punishment was more like it.
"Who gave you this bullshit order," Charlie demanded incredulously, almost seething at the mouth. She wished her gun was within her grasp, so she could cock it a few times to relieve her anger. Briggs attempted to calm her down. "No, Paulie. You really think I wanna go undercover as, as some, as some Power Ranger!?"
Johnny snickered, after thinking. "Yo, wait a minute now, this could be dope though. I always wanted to be the Green Mighty Morphin Power Ranger with the Dragonzord and own that flute he always played through his helmet!" All eyes settled on him in a questioning manner. "What?! Like y'all didn't want to be a Power Ranger?!"
"Oh yeah, Johnny," Paige relayed with sarcasm, as she crossed her arms. "This asshole doesn't have anything else to do in his spare time?" She thought, no, believed this was ridiculous.
"For real," Jakes agreed, less than enthused. He threw his arms in the air, uncaring to if his beer spilled on anyone. "There's so many bullshit things the British can do... drink tea and crumpets, eat fish and chips, swim in the Pacific ocean believing it's the Bering Strait, drive on the other side of the road, but you mean to tell me he has a fetish for the Power Rangers?!"
Briggs calmed everyone down with waves formed by arms. "Look, I don't like the idea as much as the rest of you, but," his brown orbs landed on Charlie, who confronted him with her expressive eyes. Animosity was prevalent between the two, but he defended and protected her always, "this guy held Charlie captive, beat her face, bruised, bloodied her. Can you imagine if she really gave up she was a Fed?! His hands or worse would have traveled to her..." He couldn't finish the sentence. He couldn't bare to think the worst of what would have come.
"Alright," Warren ruled, "though he's a tough, bad guy with a penchant for beating someone for the truth, he's also a fanboy of the Power Rangers. This is our best shot in taking him down." He figured they were open minded. He scrolled through the lineup of the biggest convention dedicated to the kids' TV show. He flipped the page, and his eyes bugged out of his socket.
"What is it Mikey Mike," Briggs halted his side talk with a reluctant Charlie, after looking at recognition donning his comrade's face.
"He has a favorite Power Ranger."
"I bet you it's Tommy," Johnny sang his guess. "He was the Green, White, Red, twice, and the Black ranger."
"Oh, so his long life aspiration was to be a rainbow," Jakes quipped flatly.
"No," Tuturro shook his head, correcting him. "He's a doctor in paleontology."
"You know, JT, this is fiction, right," Dale questioned, concerned.
"What," Johnny was seriously offended by that. "Tommy was the homie, everything he went through on the show," he fist bumped his chest, "it hit really close to the heart. That letter, it was a conspiracy I tell you."
Again, the rest of the residents of Graceland gawked at Johnny like he had grown two heads.
"What conspiracy," Dale Jakes questioned, pondering. "It's a kid a show, Johnny!"
"The breakup of Tomberly, man. Tommy and Kim, the original power couple," Johnny elaborated, so he could get their gears moving. "You know what I'm talking about. It was traumatizing!?"
"Are you shitting me right now," Charlie attempted to lunge at him, Johnny held his hands up in defense, but Paul and DJ held her back and played peacemaker.
"Chuck, calm down," Briggs demanded.
"How do you know so much about this shit anyways," Paige queried, very curious. After all, Johnny was the youngest of them. She supposed he grew up watching the show religiously. "Alright," she didn't wait for an answer. She knew how much this meant to Charlie to get this creep off the streets, so she went along. "Who is his favorite Power Ranger, Mike," she asked, uninterested.
"Jack Landors, Red Space Patrol Delta, or SPD, ranger," he replied, as he showed the picture of the actor who played him.
The room became pin drop quiet, after they got their peek.
Jakes felt the attention shift to him. It was very uncomfortable, and they stayed on him for too long, a second too long. "I know what y'all are thinking, but..."
"You are like the spitting image of that dude," Johnny shrieked. He hadn't seen it, until now. He snatched the photo and held it against Jakes' face for a side by side.
The others chorused in agreement.
Jakes' stole the picture and observed it. "You really think we look alike?" They nodded keenly. "He has shorter dreads than me, and I have way more facial hair than he does," he gestured his ever growing beard. "No, not uh. I can't pass as him!"
"It's going to be really easy for you to go under," Briggs pointed out. "It's been some years, since this show has been on. I'm sure the actors have gotten older, and it's a guaranteed shoe in to get close to Marsden."
"Fine," Jakes surrendered through gritted teeth, since he wanted to wrap his hands around Germaine for what he did to one of their own.
"What about the rest of us," Paige questioned. "How are we going to incorporate into this?"
"Well, which Power Ranger would you like to be," Mike Warren countered for the willowy blonde. "There's over a hundred to choose from."
