Title: Chicago Winter
Author: Celli Lane
Comments: Either as a review or to email@example.com.
Rating: G, unless you consider snowballs to be violent.
Archive: Fanfiction.net; anyone else please ask.
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
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
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,
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.