SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS

Jayme: Thanks.

DISCLAIMER

UC: Undercover belongs to NBC. I only own Whitlow who'll be making a reappearance later. I got the name "Sullivan" from Smallville.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Jake jerked awake from another nightmare. He let out a sigh and slumped back. He had figured that after they busted Whitlow and put him back in jail that the nightmares would stop. Instead, they seemed to be getting more frequent and worse. He just---he didn't know what to do. With a sigh, the agent climbed out of bed and got dressed. As he did so, his gaze fell on the previous day's newspaper.

"Chrissy," he murmured. She was all grown up now. A famous singer and performing in town. Maybe he should talk to her. She'd understand. Better than anybody else. His mind filled with memories and smiled somewhat ruefully. Chrissy. He missed her. He picked up the paper and looked at the information on it. Then, he walked to the phone and and dialed a number.

"Yeah, hi. I'm Jake Shaw. Do you have any tickets for the Christina Sullivan performance left?" Jake questioned. He listened for a few minutes. Then, "I'd like order a ticket." He gave the person on the other line his information and was told shortly that he could pick the ticket up when he got to the performance in two days.

"Thanks," Jake said gruffly. Then, he hung up. Then, he sighed. He couldn't shake his nightmare. Once again, he was back there...with him. Jake shuddered. He needed---he needed a distraction. He needed---he needed to think. Just then, the phone rang. Jake jumped. Then he took the receiver off its cradle.

"Yeah?" he queried.

"That's how you answer the phone these days?" a voice teased.

"Alex. Hi," Jake said somewhat sheepishly. "Sorry. Had a weird dream. Still tryin' to shake it," he continued.

"It's okay," Alex told him.

"So, what'd you want? I---I mean---" Jake stammered. Alex laughed.

"Okay, stop before you hurt yourself," she advised.

"Right. Sorry," he apologized. "So, um, what can I do for you?" he queried.

"Well, we were thinking about getting some tickets to this singer that's playing in a couple of days: a Christina---" Alex began.

"Sullivan. Uh, thanks for the thought, but I already got one," Jake interrupted, realizing what Alex was asking.

"Oh, wow. Okay. Just thought I'd ask," Alex stated.

"I appreciate it. Thanks," Jake told her. They hung up. Well, look who's a popular girl, he thought to himself. Then, he walked to the stereo and put in the c.d. he had last time.

Hush little baby, don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird.

If that mocking bird don't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring...

Jake didn't know why he he found comfort in the song. Especially after what Whitlow had done to them. But maybe it wasn't the song itself, but just her voice. Her voice had always calmed him down. It had kept him from going crazy. And for that he was grateful.

"If that Billy Goat don't pull, papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull. If that cart and bull tip over, papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover," Jake sang along with the disc. A few minutes later, the song ended and another started. Jake soon lost himself in her music. Oh, man. I had almost forgotten how good her other songs were, Jake thought to himself. Suddenly, the phone rang, wrenching him out of his reverie.

"Hello?" he asked, picking up the receiver.

"Agent Shaw, why aren't you here?" Donovan asked angrily.

"'Cuz nobody told me I was supposed to be," Jake responded. He hung up and went to the garage where he he had parked his bike and then mounted the machine. Then, he took off. A few minutes later, he arrived at headquarters.

"Okay, next you want me somewhere, you tell me. That way I don't look like an idiot," Jake declared.

"Yeah, that was my fault. I was supposed to tell you," Alex sheepishly stated.

"So, what's up?" Jake asked.

"Nothing big. Just a babysitting assignment," Cody answered bitterly.

"Huh?" Jake queried.

"Local police need help in protecting a famous singer," Frank answered.

"Frank, we're federal agents. Why are we being relegated to rent-a-cops?" Jake demanded.

"I'm with Jake," Cody said.

"Shut up, Cody," Monica told him.

"Apparently, this singer has had problems with this guy in the past. He keeps calling her, saying that he knows about something that happened to her when she was kid," Frank said.

"We got a name?" Jake asked.

"Christina Sullivan," Monica replied.

"Chrissy?" Jake questioned, his body tensing.

"You...know her?" Alex questioned.

"When we were kids," was Jake's stoic response. He exhaled sharply. "Okay, um, so what's the suspect's name?" he questioned.

"A Trevor Perkins," Monica told them. Jake's only response was a furrowed brow. Perkins. Perkins. Nope. Doesn't ring a bell, he thought.

"Jake, are you okay?" Monica questioned.

"Does he do anything besides call?" Jake asked, deflecting attention off himself.

"She did get one letter, which they sent to us," Donovan stated. With that, he pulled an envelope out from underneath his coat and tossed it on the table.

"It's all right if we read this?" Jake questioned. Normally he wouldn't care, but Chrissy...that was different.

"Of course," Donovan answered. Jake opened the letter. His eyes skimmed over the letter.

"Agent Shaw...out loud," Donovan instructed.

"Christina, I know your secret. I know what you were like when you were a kid," Jake read aloud.

"You have any idea what this guy's talkin' about?" Alex asked.

"No. we were---only in the same---situation---for a little while," Jake said with some difficulty. He re-focused on the letter. "You were so pretty, like a---" his voice broke off abruptly.

"Jake?" Monica queried. Jake didn't answer.

"Agent Shaw, are you all right?" Donovan asked.

"You were so pretty, like a---like a---" Jake struggled with the words.

"Like a---what?" Cody pressed impatiently.

"Like a mocking bird," Jake finished thickly.

"That means something to you?" Alex asked him. Whitlow held a camera as Jake and Chrissy danced in front of it.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird. If that mocking bird don't sing, papa's gonna buy you a diamond a ring," they sang.

"Did Chrissy leave a number?" Jake wondered, shaking off the memory.

"Yeah. I got it here," Donovan replied. He took out a small card and tossed it to Jake.

"Phone," Jake stated. The instrument was pushed towards the agent who dialed a number. Then, "This is Agent Jake Shaw. Get me Christina Sullivan." He waited a few minutes. Then, as Frank put them on speaker phone, he heard her voice.

"Jake?" Christina Sullivan asked.

"Chrissy, why didn't you tell me?" Jake queried.

"I didn't want you to know, Jake. Once you got out of there, I just wanted you to forget," Chrissy answered. The other agents looked at each other in confusion. What was she talking about?

"I never forgot, Chrissy. I---can't ever forget," Jake said softly. He cleared his throat. "Listen, why don't I pick you up? Where are you?" he questioned. Christina gave him the information.

"Thanks. I'll be right there," he promised. He hung up.

"Jake, you can't go alone," Frank objected.

"I have to, Frank. I'm the only one she trusts," Jake responded. With that, he headed out. They heard his motorcycle engine revving and taking off.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I got the video camera angle from the Joanna Kilbourne movie "Verdict In Blood". It had always been my intention to use it, I just hadn't had a good way to introduce it until now.