JAKE

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UC: Undercover belongs to NBC. Takes place after Once Upon a Time...In the Hood. I always thought that Jake looked shaken by Quito calling him a dog and this is just my take on why. This is new and hopefully improved. Song is in italics and memories are bold\italics and are supposed to coincide. Don't forget to check out my forum.

CHAPTER ONE: PAINFUL MEMORIES

Jake Shaw slammed his desk drawer shut.

"What's with you?" Alex Cross wondered.

"Nothin'," Jake answered as he stood up. His eyes clouded. Quito's voice echoed in his head. Jake? Yeah, Jake the dog. The words still shook him to the core. Even though Quito knew nothing about him, the man had managed to find his one weak spot: being called a dog. He hadn't been called that since he was thirteen and had been placed with...him. One of the state approved homes that hadn't worked out. Without looking at any of his coworkers, Jake strode out of the room.

"O...kay. What was that all about?" Cody Forrester asked.

"You got me," Monica Davis replied. Their boss, Frank Donovan said nothing, but stared in the direction his agent had gone. Jake mounted his motorcycle and took off. As he did so, images ran through his head like a silent movie. He shook his head to clear it and continued until he was home. Then, he unlocked the door and walked in. He flipped on the light switch and walked over to his stereo system, where a few discs lay haphazardly, one which featured a woman who appeared to be a few years older than him. She threw her head back in silent laughter. Jake took turned on the stereo, took the c.d. out of its case, and placed it in its slot. Once it was ready, he turned on the c.d. A few seconds later, slow, bluesy jazz and a woman's flirtatious voice filled the room.

Hush little baby, don't say a word.

Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird.

Jake walked over to the refrigerator and got out a bottle of Scotch and poured himself a glass.

If that mocking bird don't sing,

Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring.

Jake let the bitter taste scorch his throat. A man reared back a hand and slapped a young boy.

If that diamond ring turns brass,

Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass.

A door silently opened and two two kids jerked awake and stared at each other. Jake shook his head. He couldn't---he couldn't give in to the memory.

If that looking glass gets broke,

Papa's gonna buy you a Billy go-o-oat.

The man walked through the door and the kids shook. The girl pushed the boy behind her. However, the man merely shoved her aside and positioned himself on top of the boy. Jake's Adam's apple wobbled. He swore and threw his glass against the wall.

If that Billy goat don't pull,

Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull...

Jake slid to the ground, crossed his arms over his legs, hung his head, and sobbed.