SHOUTOUTS\ANSWERS
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DISCLAIMER
UC: Undercover belongs to NBC. I only own characters you don't recognize. The names James and Whitlow are interchangeable since it's the same guy. I do have one sort of swear word, but only 'cuz it fits in with Jake's personality.
Minutes later, Donovan ushered Jake back into the briefing room.
"Jake, you all right?" Alex questioned. Jake just shrugged.
"So, what do we do about these letters?" Monica wondered.
"Well, maybe---maybe we can trick the guy into showing himself and then bust him," Jake suggested.
"How?" Cody questioned.
"By settin' up a meet. Say that Chrissy really wants to meet him. If he's a big of a fan as he claims, he won't be able to resist," Jake commented.
"I don't know. That seems awfully risky," Alex disagreed.
"Hey. I'll be right behind her. No way would the freak get his hands on her," Jake stated.
"No. Alex is right. A set up like that would only put Christina into danger," Donovan determined.
"You'll be there, Jake?" Christina questioned.
"Absolutely," Jake promised.
"Then I want to do it," Christina determined.
"Are you sure?" Alex asked.
"Yeah. Jake'll be there, so I'll be fine," Christina answered.
"And hey, if you change your mind, we can always leave," Jake assured her.
"So, how do we reel this guy in?" Cody wondered.
"We broadcast," Jake answered.
"You mean we go on television and tell Trevor that I wanna meet him?" Chrissy questioned.
"Yeah," Jake answered. "Is that gonna be all right? If not, I can---" he began to ask.
"Jake, it'll be fine. It's a great idea," Christina interrupted, putting a hand on his arm. "Hey, I trust you," she said softly, as she put her other hand on his cheek. Jake tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Trust. Such a precious word. There weren't many people he trusted---really trusted. Chrissy was one of the few, along with the team. And to know that she shared that trust---it meant the world to him. Chrissy looked Jake sympathetically, seeming to read his expression.
"Yeah, I know," she said. Then, "Okay. Let's get crackin'. The sooner we broadcast, the sooner this freak's out of my life." Jake chuckled.
"That's my girl," he muttered. The rest of the team followed the two out the door. It took some finangling, but the team managed to get a local t.v. station to agree to air Christina's message. From the sound room, everyone watched as Christina sat in a chair.
"She looks nervous. Maybe this was a bad idea," Jake worried.
"Relax. She'll be fine," Donovan told him. "Besides, it's a little too late now," he added.
"I'm Megan Hendrix and I'm here live with Christina Sullivan," the anchorwoman stated. In Chicago State Penitentiary, a group of people were gathered around, watching t.v.
"Hey, turn it up," James requested.
"What's up, Whitlow? You recognize the broad?" an inmate asked.
"Yeah. It's my little kitten," James snickered. Another inmate did as the man requested.
"Now Christina, can you tell us why you're here?" Megan questioned.
"Because of Trevor Perkins, of course," Christina answered.
"Who?" Megan asked.
"Well, he's been sending me letters saying that he knows what I was like when I was a kid and that he understands," Christina stated.
"Letters? How often does he send them?" Megan wondered.
"Oh, all the time," Christina giggled.
"Doesn't this concern you? I mean---didn't you call the police?" Megan asked.
"Yes. I'm ashamed to say I did. I mean, he was so sweet and---I complained about it. Now I'd just like to meet him and apologize in person," Christina replied.
"She's good," Cody approved.
"Yeah, Chrissy can throw bull around with the best of 'em," Jake noted. Alex chuckled softly.
"She's, uh---really special to you, isn't she?" the girl queried.
"She's the---the first person I allowed myself to trust," Jake stated.
"Really?" Donovan asked, catching the comment.
"Yeah. After Whitlow, I---just lost hope. But Chrissy, she---she kept me from sinkin'. I've always been grateful," Jake told them.
"So this is basically you returning the favor," Cody said.
"That...and much more," Jake replied. Chrissy finished her message and they signed off after leaving a number where Perkins could reach her. After turning the "ON AIR" sign off, Christina walked back to where the team was waiting.
"So. How'd I do?" she asked them.
"Perfect. As always," came Jake's response.
"Honey-tongue," Christina accused.
"Uh-huh. You know it," Jake admitted. Then, they walked out.