Title: Chicago Winter
Author: Celli Lane
Comments: Either as a review or to celli@fanfiction.net.
Rating: G, unless you consider snowballs to be violent.
Season: One.
Spoilers: None.
Archive: Fanfiction.net; anyone else please ask.
Status: Completed
Summary: The UC team gets a little playful on a snowy day.
Disclaimers: UC: Undercover belongs to a whole bunch of people,
among them
Shane Salerno and Danny Devito, and would you want to mess with
either of
them? I don't. I swear, I'm not making any money off
this.
Author's note: The idea for this story came from a suggestion
made on the
UC_Undercover list.
Chicago Winter
by Celli Lane
On a cold January morning, two cars plowed through the slush and
into
parking spaces behind a nondescript building on the outskirts of
Chicago.
Frank Donovan and the members of his team pulled themselves
wearily out of
the cars and headed for the office door.
Alex lagged behind to light a cigarette. "Oh, come
on," she said at the
look from Cody. "I waited 'til I was out of the
car."
She leaned against a car and watched the others slog through the
ankle-deep
snow. Only Donovan was walking with any hint of energy;
even Cody's
shoulders were slumped. The last case had been
painful--well, they were
usually painful, but this one had been the equivalent of medieval
torture.
It was too bad, really. Alex shot a look at the sky.
Chicago's famous wind
was barely a breeze that morning. She put the cigarette to
her lips and
took a breath, inhaling the sharp acid of the smoke. The
chill air made her
nose tingle, and she smiled involuntarily. This kind of day
should be
enough to lift anyone's mood.
A random image popped into her brain, and she made a sound that
was
perilously close to a giggle. Jake swung around.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," she said, attempting to look innocent.
Jake lifted an
eyebrow--he'd known her too long to ever buy innocent--but turned
back
around.
The second he looked away from her, Alex ditched the cigarette,
leaned down,
and scooped up a handful of snow.
It hit Jake on the back of the neck in just the right spot to
trickle down
his back. His yelp of shock and outrage, followed by Alex's
peals of
laughter, had everyone spinning around.
Jake was not a former delinquent for nothing. He let out a
rebel yell and,
snagging a handful of snow, dove for cover.
It took only a few shots for Monica and Cody to jump in.
Soon, Alex was
crouched behind one car, Monica and Cody behind the other, and
Jake behind a
convenient snowdrift. White missiles flew back and
forth. Jake, it turned
out, could adapt his double-handed pistol style to snowballs, and
Cody was
apparently very bad at ducking.
They were stumbling back into the office, pink-faced and huffing
with
laughter, dusting snow off each other's clothes.
"That felt great," Monica said. Snow was melting
on her bangs and dripping
down her forehead. "I feel about twelve again."
"Donovan should have been in there," Cody said.
He grinned. "I would have
enjoyed pasting him one."
"Yeah, well, a snowfight is so...human," Alex said
sardonically. She
started to say something else cutting, but was interrupted when
something
wet and cold and...made of snow...hit her on the head.
Jake looked up, startled, one hand twitching toward his gun--and
got a
snowball smack in the eyes. Cody made a high-pitched
squeaking noise as he
was hit next, and Monica echoed it.
Alex swept melting snow out of her eyes and stared up.
Donovan leaned out
of his office window and wiggled his fingers at them.
"Enjoying yourselves,
kids?"
Alex, Jake, Monica and Cody goggled up at him. Donovan
disappeared from
view, but an unusual sound drifted back to them. Their boss
was laughing.
