To: psychicsareawesomeXD@comcast.net
From: johara@aol.com
Subject: No subject
****FOR SECURITY PURPOSES THIS MESSAGE AND ALL FOLLOWING ARE ENCRYPTED****
May 12, 2010
2:51 p.m.
Dear Shawn,
Well, I’ve finally done it. I’ve finally got my chance to go undercover. Not just any undercover job, it’s a deep undercover job. Luckily, the department is letting me communicate to them via email. I would have preferred to write letters, but they would take too long send, so for all intents and purposes, this is a letter. Just...electronic. Okay, I’m rambling again.
Well, since you asked me before I left to keep you updated on everything (note my sarcasm), I’ll begin by describing where I am right now. I’m on a plane, to Miami. With Lassiter. It’s small, and there are no pineapples anywhere. You would hate it here. Lassiter is reading over my shoulder, and he keeps asking why I’m writing you.
Spencer- I’m asking because anyone else (like me) would be glad to get rid of you for a couple of weeks.
Sorry about that, Shawn. I had to hurt Carlton to make him give me my laptop back. Don’t laugh. Hurting people isn’t funny.
I do miss you, though, even if Carlton doesn’t. (Which I don’t.) Sorry, that was him, not me. I don’t have a good feeling about this. I really wish I had you along, to cheer us up. Well, me at least. We are going to get involved in some scary stuff soon, but it’s all for the best. If we succeed, a huge drug ring will be wiped out. If we succeed. See? I’m getting all pessimistic now. I could use one of your wisecracks around now. Write back quickly, okay?
Anyway, I know you’re asking why I’m going. To be fair, I don’t quite understand it myself. According to Chief Vick, the Miami PD (where I transferred from, in case you forgot) is going through a large scale strike, and they are dangerously short on help. Also, they are extremely close to finding this ring, but since the Flu hit, progress has been sliding backward. So, they need someone to go undercover as a buyer (don’t laugh, I can be shady if I want to) and find out the major drop points so they can hit them all at once.
Why they didn’t just ask someone closer to them, I don’t know. But they wanted me, and I agreed to come. With Lassiter, though, and I don’t care what you say, I like having him here to help.
Well, the plane is just about to land. Right on time, which is good. We’re meeting with the Miami PD in twenty minutes. I have to turn off my laptop now, so I hope I’ll hear from you soon. Take care. I’ll keep you updated.
-Juliet
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To: johara@aol.com
From: psychicsareawesomeXD@comcast.net
Subject: Hi Jules!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Time: It’s hammer time!
Day one without you :(((
Hi Jules!!! And Lassy-face!!! I got your message, obviously. I’m so glad someone told me what was going on. Chief was all hush-hush about it. I mean, one day you’re sharing a delicious pineapple smoothie with me (Jules was, not you Lassie, but you can if you want to...), and then BAM! You’re on a plane somewhere.
Oh, wait. My psychic senses are telling me...byyyy, no myyyy. Myyy? My Amy...Whose Amy? My Amy. MiAmy. Miami! You’re going to Miami! That would’ve been way more impressive if you hadn’t already told me in your email. Whatever.
So, Miami, huh? Are you gonna get a tan? I mean, you’re tan already, but tan-ner? I should’ve given you my pineapple scented sunscreen. SPF 100. Gus uses it all the time. I always warn him he’ll look like Casper the Friendly Ghost if he doesn’t see the sun once in a while. Wait...never mind.
Oh, and this is to Lassiter: I’ve missed you SO much! I’m so glad you’ve missed me too! That letter, it touched me deeply. XOXOXOXO
Back to you Jules. Yes, I was laughing when you hurt Lassie. Was he screaming like a little girl? I bet he was. Hahahahaha. And I know you can be shady once in a while. I just can’t imagine you buying drugs. You’re too...you.
Are you excited to see your old department again? I sense that you’re a little apprehensive about it. Don’t try to hide it, I’m psychic, remember? You can tell me why if you want to. No pressure at all. You’re doing them a great favor by helping out, though. I really wish I could’ve come. I could keep Lassie company all the time!
So, back here at home, things are pretty good. Gus says hi and he misses you. Chief’s given us a case to work on while you’re gone. I thought that was nice of her. The case is pretty strange. There’s a dead guy in his apartment. No forced entry. No signs of anyone but him at all. The man seems to have died of natural causes, but I had a SUPER AWESOME PSYCHIC VISION (which apparently you can’t copyright, and I wasted a lot of Gus’s money on a lawyer, too) which told me that the guy was poisoned. And guess what? He was! So we’re on the case. So far, we have to wait for the detailed toxicology reports to come back and the apartment to be swept for all traces of poison before we come in.
So, yeah. That’s what’s new. Write back soon. Miss you!
XOXOXOXOXOXO
Shawn (and Gus)
Author's Chapter Notes:
I must say, I'm ridiculously proud of this story. Usually I can't come up with plots, but this one hit me practically already written. I found it fun to write an entire story entirely in letters. It was a different experience! Huge thank you to my beta, Hbee, who also helped me develop part of the plot. Oh, and I disclaim everything that does not belong to me. Kthnksbai.
So, onward to my first multi-chapter fic! Enjoy!
So, onward to my first multi-chapter fic! Enjoy!
Chapter End Notes:
More's coming! I have the first four chapters written and the others coming. I don't know how frequently I'll update. It depends on my schedule. Also, I am not an expert in any way, shape, or form on undercover cops. Or drug gangs. I took quite a bit of creative license in the plot, so I know it's not entirely accurate. Anyway, please review! I love reviews! :)