


Chicago Winter

by Celli



Category: UC: UnderCover
Genre: Humor
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2001-11-27
Updated: 2001-11-27
Packaged: 2013-05-06 10:06:11
Rating: K
Chapters: 1
Words: 713
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/474594/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/44329/Celli
Summary: The UC team gets a little playful on a snowy day.





	Chicago Winter

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.  
  



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