Michelle "Mickey" Gregg is an undercover cop for the Jump Street Program. She has been working with Doug Penhall, Judy Hoffs, and Harry Ioki for two years. Her new partner, Tom Hanson, joins the team and these are their cases.
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I straightened my knees to let them crack, then I walked to the side of my bed and pulled the sheets up before I got in. Mickey was already under the covers, and I looked down at her adoringly. I leaned down to kiss her goodnight once again. I said, "everything's all right, you're safe with me."
My eyelids were so heavy, but I managed to have my eyes half open, just to make sure that this wasn't a dream. I think I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I woke up in the morning with a weird taste in my mouth, and dried drool on my cheek. I wiped it off and sat up before I realized that Mickey wasn't in bed anymore. I inhaled softly and I could still faintly smell her shampoo lingering on my pillows. I threw the covers off and began making my way around my room, grabbing a nearby blanket that was blue and put it around my shoulders like a cape.
Super Tom.
I heard something tinkering around in the kitchen, and the sound of silverware bouncing in the sink. She must be over there, I could smell something cooking but I wasn't sure what it was.
I glanced at my night stand and nearly forgot that I had an extra key of my apartment made for Mickey to keep. I felt like it was the right time to give it to her. I grabbed the key and hid it in the palm of my hand.
I walked out of my room, and could smell the delicious scent of waffles fill the air. I saw Mickey in the kitchen, slaving away. I smiled at her sleepily and said, "good morning."
"Morning, I made waffles," she said. She knows me so well. I love waffles. I could live a hundred lifetimes and still not deserve this girl. She is just too good to be true.
"I know." I sniffed the air for emphasis. "It smells good. And you were rummaging around the kitchen like a raccoon."
She laughed, "really?"
"Really." Her laugh was so contagious. If every word I said could make her laugh, I'd talk forever. Or if every song I sing to her could fill her heart with joy and love, I'd sing forever. I hope that she lets the love I have for her live in her heart and it can beat forever.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be loud. By the way, I can't find your spatula."
"It's lost?" I asked.
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"That's what I said. I've been using a fork instead. Works just as well since they're in a waffle maker."
"I'll have to get a new one," I said. I walked up behind her and looked down at the waffles while bending down slightly to place my chin on her shoulder. I said to her, "you're so hot when your morning hair is a mess."
She said, "so is yours."
I asked, "how was your night?"
"It was fine," she shrugged.
"Wanna talk about it?" I rubbed her arm gently in an attempt to comfort her. I pressed my lips to the side of her neck and inhaled. I love her scent. It makes me weak.
