Healing the Past

Undercover

Chapter 19

“Hey Garcia. What’s up?” I asked as I got into my car and headed home.

“What’s up? What’s up is the team’s got a bad one over in some crazy small town in Georgia, and they want me to come up with pretty much everything on every citizen.”

“And you want a conversation break or help?”

“Conversation break. It’s a little late for you to be looking into other people’s lives. So what’s up?”

“Boss figured us out.”

“So fast? I know you can be more sneaky than that T.”

I pulled into my parking spot and got out of the car. “Spike got shot; apparently I looked more upset than someone who was just a teammate should.”

“He got shot!?!” She exclaimed.

I flinched. “Calm down Pen. I’ve got neighbors.”

“They can hear me on your phone through the walls?”

“I literally just walked through my door two seconds ago.”

“Oops. My call didn’t get you kicked out of the hospital right?”’

“No. He got out earlier today. I was at his parents’ house.”

“Even worse. You could’ve just ignored the call.”

“Chill. I was leaving anyway.”

“Oh good.”

After another 20 minutes she hung up, and I went to bed.

I got to work and immediately knew there was trouble.

“Thunder, good you’re here. I’m going to need you in plainclothes today.” Greg said as he walked up to me.

“An undercover, really?” I asked. SRU was mainly tactical work.

“We’re helping guns and gangs nail George Chase.”

“So I’m going to get up close with a skeevy arms dealer?”

“Something like that. If you want we can have someone else do it.”

“Give me a Taser and I’m good.”

He laughed. “Done. Oh, and Thunder how’s Spike?”

I glanced around the room. Call me paranoid. Seeing no one I replied. “He’s good.”

He nodded and walked to the briefing room. I went to the locker room and looked in the mirror. I pulled the scrunchy out of my hair and shook my head. I studied my reflection. I was wearing faded blue jeans, western boots, and a blue and gold tank top with a black leather jacket. Not exactly the look an arms dealer would buy, but I would make it work. With that I walked out and headed to the briefing room.

Of course when I walked through the door everyone had to look at me.

“Wow.” Ed commented. “She’s wearing her hair down.

“I didn’t know she did that.” Wordy agreed.

“Looking good T.” Sam said.

“Yeah whatever Pretty Boy.” I replied taking my seat.

Jules laughed and gave me a sympathetic smile.

“Alright all joking aside. Thunder your job is to get as close as possible to this guy. Keep an eye on him until we can make an arrest without endangering civilians.”

“Give me a picture Boss and I’ll stick to him like glue.”