"Undercover"
By Lorrie
Disclaimer: The following story is based on the characters of the TV Series "Walker, Texas Ranger". The characters belong to CBS Productions, Top Kick Productions, Washo Brother's Entertainment, etc, but the story is mine. ALL DISCLAIMERS APPLY. (No copyright infringement is intended.)
NOTE: If there are any Judson Mills fans reading this, he has a birthday coming up on May 10! A Yahoo group site has been opened to leave your personal birthday greetings! Please join the group and leave your message!
Judson has been made aware of the site and hopefully will be reading it on or around his birthday.
Go to Yahoo.com, then select groups. From there, enter judsonmillshappybirthday. This should take you to the site.
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Alex turned away as Walker entered the bedroom. She knew that she was being stubborn, but he had just returned from a business trip in Houston and now he had just received word that he was needed on the undercover assignment that Gage and Trivette had been working for the past two weeks.
"Alex, I'm sorry." He whispered as he climbed in bed beside of her. Tears silently ran down her face as she felt him gently kiss her cheek. "I wish there were some other way, but I need to be there on this one to keep Gage and Trivette's covers in place."
"I know, but you just got back from a three day trip and you haven't even seen Angela."
"I just checked in on her. She's sleeping like an angel." He wrapped his arms around his wife. "Alex, you knew what you were getting into when you married me. As long as I'm a Texas Ranger, I'm committed to serve the people of Texas."
She finally turned to him, allowing him to see her tear-stained, bruised face.
The gentle look in his eyes immediately turned to anger. "Alex!" He exclaimed. "What happened?"
"It's nothing." She brushed his hand away and watched as he got up to turn on the overhead light.
"It doesn't look like nothing." He said as he knelt down in front of her and brushed her hair from her cheek again. "What happened? Who did this?"
Alex looked into her husband's eyes. "Joanne was busy and I needed a deposition from an accused felon for another case I'm working on, so I decided to take it myself. So, " she sighed. "I drove down to the state penitentiary and was escorted to an interrogation room. The man was brought up and shackled to the table, normal procedure. I took the deposition and was still writing notes when the guards came to get him. I didn't look up when I heard the cuffs rattling, and before I knew it, he had overtaken one of the guards and made a lunge for me." She began to cry softly. "I was so scared."
Walker took her into his arms. "Alex, who was it? Who did you speak to?"
She stopped crying and looked into Walker's eyes. "Michael Vincent." She said softly.
"Vincent!" Walker raged. "Alex, he made threats against you when he was sentenced. How could you have possibly took a deposition from him without armed guards in the room?"
Alex looked at him with anger in her eyes. "It was a deposition, Walker and he was shackled to the table, it's not like he could get at me while I was talking to him." She shot back.
"What case are you working on that involves Michael Vincent?"
Alex looked down and then back at Walker. "Vincent's wife was found dead in their home two days ago. All of the evidence points to Michael's brother Troy."
"And you had to have Vincent's statement saying what?" Walker asked.
"Walker, I'm conducting an investigation through the County Prosecutors office, I have to be thorough and that included getting first hand information from Michael Vincent!"
Walker stood and walked to the opposite side of the bed. "It's not like you to be so irresponsible, Alex."
Alex jumped to her feet and face Walker. "Don't you dare tell me how to do my job, Cordell Walker!"
Walker started to speak but was interrupted by the telephone. "Hello!" He barked.
"Walker, it's Sydney. We've got a big problem."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Walker muttered.
"What?" Sydney asked.
"Nothing. What's going on?"
"DEA is moving in on the case. I have from a good source that they're planning a raid within the next 24 hours. We've got to get Gage and Trivette out of there, or at the very least get through to whoever's heading up the raid.
Walker sighed. "Alright Sydney find out what you can about the raid and who's in charge. I'll see what I can do to get Gage & Trivette out of there before anything goes down."
"Walker, be careful."
"I'll call you later to see what you've found out."
"Are you sure you don't want back up?"
"I'll let you know." He said and hung up the phone.
Alex came back into the bedroom after soothing Angela who had been awaken by the phone. "Who was it?"
"Sydney. DEA is planning a raid on the Juarez cocaine lab and Gage and Trivette are undercover there."
"But DEA doesn't know that, right?"
Walker nodded. "Right. Alex, I've got to either get them out or get in touch with the lead on the raid."
"How can I help?" She asked.
"Stay here with Angela and know that I love you more than anything else in this world." He took her in his arms and kissed her long and hard.
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"Something's going on." Trivette whispered to Gage as he carried supplies inside the lab.
Gage nodded. "Yeah, I got that feeling too."
"I overheard Juarez and Marcus talking over there. They've been tipped that the lab is going to be raided within the next 24 hours."
"How did anyone locate the lab? I mean, you and I were brought in here blindfolded and supposedly no one knows where this place is."
"Maybe someone inside is a snitch." Trivette suggested.
Gage noticed that Marcus was eyeing them. "You'd better get back to what you were doing."
Trivette nodded and continued loading supplies.
Marcus stopped in front of Sam. "How well do you know those two?" He pointed to Gage and then to Trivette.
"We pulled them out of a bar room brawl in town a couple of weeks ago."
"Three weeks ago." Marcus corrected. "What do we know about them?"
"No more than we know about the others." Sam replied.
Marcus continued to stare at Gage and Trivette. "See what you can find out about them. There's something there that I don't trust."
Sam nodded as Marcus walked away.
********* Walker smiled at Alex as he left the bedroom and headed out towards the bar where he had left Gage and Trivette three weeks ago, hoping to spot the same man who he had watched load his friends into the back of a truck and carry them off.
Soon, he arrived at 'The Roust About' and parked his RAM. Before getting out, he took off his badge and placed it above the visor. "I'll never get anything out of anyone if they know I'm a Ranger." He said to himself.
As soon as he stepped inside, he spotted the man who had been so chummy with Gage and Trivette. Stepping up to the bar, he ordered a beer and took a seat near the table where the man sat.
He waited until one of the men started to get up and deliberately stuck his foot out to trip him. When the man hit the ground, he pushed himself up and scowled at Walker. "You'll pay for that, little man."
Walker stood up knowing that he may have bitten off more than he could chew when he realized that he only came up to the center of the burly man's chest. "I'm really sorry mister. I was just on my way to get another beer. Could I buy you one?"
"Sure, but first, you pay for tripping me." The burly man made a fist and drew back his arm. Walker rammed his fist into the man's stomach and found it to be hard as rock. He drew back his fist and shook it as it started to pain.
"My turn." The burly man replied and before Walker could respond, the man's fist made contact with his jaw, sending him to the floor. "There, now we're even." The man stretched out his hand to help Walker to his feet. "Name's Tiny." He said.
Walker rubbed his throbbing jaw for a moment and then took Tiny's outstretched hand. "Morgan. Caleb Morgan." He offered.
"I'll take that beer now Caleb."
"Sure Tiny." Walker followed Tiny to the bar. "Two drafts." He said as the bartender stepped closer to them.
"Two drafts coming up."
"So, what do you do Caleb?" Tiny asked after finishing his drink.
"I'm sort of between jobs right now. What do you do?"
Tiny scratched his beard. "Let's say I'm in public relations."
Walker nodded. "Don't suppose your employer would be looking for anyone right now?"
"He's always looking for new men. Tell you what," he slapped Walker on the back. "I'll take you to him and he can let you know if he's hiring or not."
"Sounds good to me. I'll follow you in my truck, it's parked right outside."
"Sorry Caleb. It doesn't work that way. I have to take you and you have to be blindfolded. This is all very top secret stuff."
Walker nodded and once they were outside, he allowed Tiny to put a black hood over his head. "It's about an hour ride, so make yourself comfortable." He shouted as he helped Walker into the back of the pickup and pulled a tarp down over the bed.
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Sydney had worked half of the night searching for a name. "Who are you?" She asked aloud as she worked. Finally, she hacked into the mainframe of DEA headquarters. "Gotcha." She said as she pulled up the case file labeled, Juarez-Dallas. "Now comes the hard part, waiting for Walker to call back."
She quickly printed the file she had found and closed out of the DEA mainframe. "I'm so glad Trivette taught me how to do this. I'll have to remember to thank him for it." She smiled as she placed the report into a manila file folder and turned her computer off.
*******
"Sanchez, we need to speak for a moment." Marcus said as he saw Juan Sanchez approaching.
"What about?" Sanchez asked with just a vague hint of an accent.
"In private." Marcus motioned to the other side of the truck, out of view of the others.
"OK, now what?" Sanchez asked.
"You're sure about this raid?"
"Positive. I overhead Tom this morning on the phone."
"And you're sure about Tom? What is he anyway, FBI, DEA, what?"
"I'm assuming DEA. Marcus, we shouldn't be seen together."
Marcus nodded. "Go on." He patted Sanchez's back.
Gage noticed Sanchez as he came around the truck. "Now where has he been?" He started towards the truck and then quickly turned away when he saw Marcus move from behind it a few seconds later. "What are they up to?"
Later during the day, Trivette crossed paths with Gage again at the water barrel. "Did you see Sanchez and Marcus talking this morning?" He asked.
Gage shook his head. "I didn't see them talking, but I saw them come from behind the truck."
"I'm betting that Sanchez is the snitch." Trivette confessed.
"Maybe, but that still doesn't explain how he got his information, if it's correct."
"Oh, it's correct alright." Sanchez said loudly just before he clubbed Gage with the stock of his rifle. Trivette started after him as Gage fell to the ground, but two other men grabbed him. "I would suggest that you come quietly unless you wish to watch your friend die." Sanchez motioned to two other men and they dragged Gage and Trivette towards a waiting truck.
"What about the other one?" Sam asked.
Sanchez nodded. "I will bring him personally."
After Trivette and Gage had been dumped into the back of the truck, it sped away. Trivette knew that they were in big trouble. As the truck bumped along, he thought of jumping and making a run for it, but knew that the thought was out of the question, at least until Gage regain consciousness.
End Pt. 1
Disclaimer: The following story is based on the characters of the TV Series "Walker, Texas Ranger". The characters belong to CBS Productions, Top Kick Productions, Washo Brother's Entertainment, etc, but the story is mine. ALL DISCLAIMERS APPLY. (No copyright infringement is intended.)
NOTE: If there are any Judson Mills fans reading this, he has a birthday coming up on May 10! A Yahoo group site has been opened to leave your personal birthday greetings! Please join the group and leave your message!
Judson has been made aware of the site and hopefully will be reading it on or around his birthday.
Go to Yahoo.com, then select groups. From there, enter judsonmillshappybirthday. This should take you to the site.
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Alex turned away as Walker entered the bedroom. She knew that she was being stubborn, but he had just returned from a business trip in Houston and now he had just received word that he was needed on the undercover assignment that Gage and Trivette had been working for the past two weeks.
"Alex, I'm sorry." He whispered as he climbed in bed beside of her. Tears silently ran down her face as she felt him gently kiss her cheek. "I wish there were some other way, but I need to be there on this one to keep Gage and Trivette's covers in place."
"I know, but you just got back from a three day trip and you haven't even seen Angela."
"I just checked in on her. She's sleeping like an angel." He wrapped his arms around his wife. "Alex, you knew what you were getting into when you married me. As long as I'm a Texas Ranger, I'm committed to serve the people of Texas."
She finally turned to him, allowing him to see her tear-stained, bruised face.
The gentle look in his eyes immediately turned to anger. "Alex!" He exclaimed. "What happened?"
"It's nothing." She brushed his hand away and watched as he got up to turn on the overhead light.
"It doesn't look like nothing." He said as he knelt down in front of her and brushed her hair from her cheek again. "What happened? Who did this?"
Alex looked into her husband's eyes. "Joanne was busy and I needed a deposition from an accused felon for another case I'm working on, so I decided to take it myself. So, " she sighed. "I drove down to the state penitentiary and was escorted to an interrogation room. The man was brought up and shackled to the table, normal procedure. I took the deposition and was still writing notes when the guards came to get him. I didn't look up when I heard the cuffs rattling, and before I knew it, he had overtaken one of the guards and made a lunge for me." She began to cry softly. "I was so scared."
Walker took her into his arms. "Alex, who was it? Who did you speak to?"
She stopped crying and looked into Walker's eyes. "Michael Vincent." She said softly.
"Vincent!" Walker raged. "Alex, he made threats against you when he was sentenced. How could you have possibly took a deposition from him without armed guards in the room?"
Alex looked at him with anger in her eyes. "It was a deposition, Walker and he was shackled to the table, it's not like he could get at me while I was talking to him." She shot back.
"What case are you working on that involves Michael Vincent?"
Alex looked down and then back at Walker. "Vincent's wife was found dead in their home two days ago. All of the evidence points to Michael's brother Troy."
"And you had to have Vincent's statement saying what?" Walker asked.
"Walker, I'm conducting an investigation through the County Prosecutors office, I have to be thorough and that included getting first hand information from Michael Vincent!"
Walker stood and walked to the opposite side of the bed. "It's not like you to be so irresponsible, Alex."
Alex jumped to her feet and face Walker. "Don't you dare tell me how to do my job, Cordell Walker!"
Walker started to speak but was interrupted by the telephone. "Hello!" He barked.
"Walker, it's Sydney. We've got a big problem."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Walker muttered.
"What?" Sydney asked.
"Nothing. What's going on?"
"DEA is moving in on the case. I have from a good source that they're planning a raid within the next 24 hours. We've got to get Gage and Trivette out of there, or at the very least get through to whoever's heading up the raid.
Walker sighed. "Alright Sydney find out what you can about the raid and who's in charge. I'll see what I can do to get Gage & Trivette out of there before anything goes down."
"Walker, be careful."
"I'll call you later to see what you've found out."
"Are you sure you don't want back up?"
"I'll let you know." He said and hung up the phone.
Alex came back into the bedroom after soothing Angela who had been awaken by the phone. "Who was it?"
"Sydney. DEA is planning a raid on the Juarez cocaine lab and Gage and Trivette are undercover there."
"But DEA doesn't know that, right?"
Walker nodded. "Right. Alex, I've got to either get them out or get in touch with the lead on the raid."
"How can I help?" She asked.
"Stay here with Angela and know that I love you more than anything else in this world." He took her in his arms and kissed her long and hard.
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"Something's going on." Trivette whispered to Gage as he carried supplies inside the lab.
Gage nodded. "Yeah, I got that feeling too."
"I overheard Juarez and Marcus talking over there. They've been tipped that the lab is going to be raided within the next 24 hours."
"How did anyone locate the lab? I mean, you and I were brought in here blindfolded and supposedly no one knows where this place is."
"Maybe someone inside is a snitch." Trivette suggested.
Gage noticed that Marcus was eyeing them. "You'd better get back to what you were doing."
Trivette nodded and continued loading supplies.
Marcus stopped in front of Sam. "How well do you know those two?" He pointed to Gage and then to Trivette.
"We pulled them out of a bar room brawl in town a couple of weeks ago."
"Three weeks ago." Marcus corrected. "What do we know about them?"
"No more than we know about the others." Sam replied.
Marcus continued to stare at Gage and Trivette. "See what you can find out about them. There's something there that I don't trust."
Sam nodded as Marcus walked away.
********* Walker smiled at Alex as he left the bedroom and headed out towards the bar where he had left Gage and Trivette three weeks ago, hoping to spot the same man who he had watched load his friends into the back of a truck and carry them off.
Soon, he arrived at 'The Roust About' and parked his RAM. Before getting out, he took off his badge and placed it above the visor. "I'll never get anything out of anyone if they know I'm a Ranger." He said to himself.
As soon as he stepped inside, he spotted the man who had been so chummy with Gage and Trivette. Stepping up to the bar, he ordered a beer and took a seat near the table where the man sat.
He waited until one of the men started to get up and deliberately stuck his foot out to trip him. When the man hit the ground, he pushed himself up and scowled at Walker. "You'll pay for that, little man."
Walker stood up knowing that he may have bitten off more than he could chew when he realized that he only came up to the center of the burly man's chest. "I'm really sorry mister. I was just on my way to get another beer. Could I buy you one?"
"Sure, but first, you pay for tripping me." The burly man made a fist and drew back his arm. Walker rammed his fist into the man's stomach and found it to be hard as rock. He drew back his fist and shook it as it started to pain.
"My turn." The burly man replied and before Walker could respond, the man's fist made contact with his jaw, sending him to the floor. "There, now we're even." The man stretched out his hand to help Walker to his feet. "Name's Tiny." He said.
Walker rubbed his throbbing jaw for a moment and then took Tiny's outstretched hand. "Morgan. Caleb Morgan." He offered.
"I'll take that beer now Caleb."
"Sure Tiny." Walker followed Tiny to the bar. "Two drafts." He said as the bartender stepped closer to them.
"Two drafts coming up."
"So, what do you do Caleb?" Tiny asked after finishing his drink.
"I'm sort of between jobs right now. What do you do?"
Tiny scratched his beard. "Let's say I'm in public relations."
Walker nodded. "Don't suppose your employer would be looking for anyone right now?"
"He's always looking for new men. Tell you what," he slapped Walker on the back. "I'll take you to him and he can let you know if he's hiring or not."
"Sounds good to me. I'll follow you in my truck, it's parked right outside."
"Sorry Caleb. It doesn't work that way. I have to take you and you have to be blindfolded. This is all very top secret stuff."
Walker nodded and once they were outside, he allowed Tiny to put a black hood over his head. "It's about an hour ride, so make yourself comfortable." He shouted as he helped Walker into the back of the pickup and pulled a tarp down over the bed.
*********
Sydney had worked half of the night searching for a name. "Who are you?" She asked aloud as she worked. Finally, she hacked into the mainframe of DEA headquarters. "Gotcha." She said as she pulled up the case file labeled, Juarez-Dallas. "Now comes the hard part, waiting for Walker to call back."
She quickly printed the file she had found and closed out of the DEA mainframe. "I'm so glad Trivette taught me how to do this. I'll have to remember to thank him for it." She smiled as she placed the report into a manila file folder and turned her computer off.
*******
"Sanchez, we need to speak for a moment." Marcus said as he saw Juan Sanchez approaching.
"What about?" Sanchez asked with just a vague hint of an accent.
"In private." Marcus motioned to the other side of the truck, out of view of the others.
"OK, now what?" Sanchez asked.
"You're sure about this raid?"
"Positive. I overhead Tom this morning on the phone."
"And you're sure about Tom? What is he anyway, FBI, DEA, what?"
"I'm assuming DEA. Marcus, we shouldn't be seen together."
Marcus nodded. "Go on." He patted Sanchez's back.
Gage noticed Sanchez as he came around the truck. "Now where has he been?" He started towards the truck and then quickly turned away when he saw Marcus move from behind it a few seconds later. "What are they up to?"
Later during the day, Trivette crossed paths with Gage again at the water barrel. "Did you see Sanchez and Marcus talking this morning?" He asked.
Gage shook his head. "I didn't see them talking, but I saw them come from behind the truck."
"I'm betting that Sanchez is the snitch." Trivette confessed.
"Maybe, but that still doesn't explain how he got his information, if it's correct."
"Oh, it's correct alright." Sanchez said loudly just before he clubbed Gage with the stock of his rifle. Trivette started after him as Gage fell to the ground, but two other men grabbed him. "I would suggest that you come quietly unless you wish to watch your friend die." Sanchez motioned to two other men and they dragged Gage and Trivette towards a waiting truck.
"What about the other one?" Sam asked.
Sanchez nodded. "I will bring him personally."
After Trivette and Gage had been dumped into the back of the truck, it sped away. Trivette knew that they were in big trouble. As the truck bumped along, he thought of jumping and making a run for it, but knew that the thought was out of the question, at least until Gage regain consciousness.
End Pt. 1