"O'Hara, can I see you in my office?" Chief Vick asked.
"Coming Chief!"
She put down her case report and headed to the Chief's office.
"Yes Chief?"
"I need you to go undercover."
She cheered in her head at the chance to go undercover.
She composed herself. "Alright Chief."
"You and Detective Lassiter will be going undercover as a married couple from Florida."
That part sounded less fun to her, but undercover work is undercover work!
"You'll be going undercover at Club Charcol as Charles and Carrie Barlow. You need to find out if there is any illegal activity of any kind. This specifically includes selling illegal weaponry and illegally imported wine, and there may be bookie's operating without a license."
"When do we start, Chief?"
"Tommorrow night."
"By the way Chief, where is Lassiter?"
"Oh, I sent him to get cold medicine and rest. Don't worry, though, he assures me he'll be fine by tommorow. You're dissmissed."
"Thank you Chief."
~The next night~
ring,ring
Who could be calling for me at work? She answered the phone, "Chief Vick"
"Chief, it's Lassiter. I don't think I'll be able to go undercover tonight. You know I want to, but I have the flu. I'm...I'm...sorry."
"It's fine, Lassiter. Now get some sleep!"
"Alright, good bye Chief."
"Good bye, Lassiter."
Now what do I do? O'Hara already left and she might need someone! Looks like my only choice is...She groaned and went to the phone.
"This is Shawn, your pilot on the supernatural plane!"
"I'm from Florida. My husband and I are on vacation here," Juliet said.
"Where is this husband, Carrie?" the bartender asked.
"Good question, Joe. He's supposed to be finding a good hotel," Juliet replied.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Sha-" Juliet started.
"Carrie, not in front of other people! You know I hate that nickname!" Shawn said.
"Sorry," Juliet replied.
"It's okay, so who's your friend?" Shawn asked.
"Oh! Charles, this is Joe. Joe, this is my husband Charles Barlow."
"Charie Barie to my friends," Shawn said.
"So you find a good hotel?" Joe asked.
"Why yes, my good man, I did! Carrie, come see the info; I left it in the car," Shawn said.
When they got outside and out of earshot, Juliet asked, "Shawn, what are you doing here? Where's Lassiter?"
"Lassie's got the flu. The Chief thought you might want some back-up, so she called me," Shawn replied.
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"Oh, c'mon, Jules! It'll be fun! I mean, you get to work with me; you Lucky Duckie! You're the one who saves the day like Duckie at the dance in Pretty In Pink. Well, except the whole love triangle!"
"Fine, but don't make it a habit."
They walked back in.
"Told you it's a nice hotel!" Shawn exclaimed.
"I guess I should've believed you," Juliet replied.
"Good hotel?" Joe asked.
"Well, it's not the Ritz Carlton, but it'll work," Shawn said.
"So what's the weather like out here? Is it like Florida at all? I know..." Juliet made small talk, as Shawn scanned the room.