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 woke up with a jolt one night because of a sharp knock coming from my living room. I knitted my eyebrows together as my eyes got used to being open, and they stung. My eyelids drifted closed as Mr. Sandman tried to overpower me again until I heard another knock and realized I wasn't dreaming.
I yawned and I pulled my pink blanket from my bed and draped it over my shoulders. I was too tired to even think about who could be here at this hour. I slumped over to the front door and flicked the light on. I peeked through the peephole first before I opened it.
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In an attempt for my eyes to not burn out of their sockets, I scrunched my face from the overhead light and blinked hard as I fully comprehended that Mickey was at my door. I had many questions, but I was far too tired to ask them coherently.
"Hey, I'm really sorry to drag you out of bed," Mickey said softly.
"No, no, it's—" I cleared my throat and leaned against the open door, "what's up?"
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"Well, nothing really. I just, um, I keep hearing these weird noises in my apartment. I thought I might feel better if I slept here," Mickey said.
"You're hearing weird noises in your apartment. You got scared. So you come here," I reiterated to myself sleepily. I was trying to wake myself up more, but it was nearly impossible. I was afraid that I was going to pass out where I stood.
"Look, if it's a problem, I can—"
"No, no, ahem, it's not a problem. Come on in." I opened the door for her. She walked past me as I closed the door.
"Thanks. Again, I'm really sorry. I really didn't want to bother you."
"No, don't worry about it," I yawned, "let's go to my room."
I've stayed the night at her place a few times, and her at mine too. But that was when we were friends. Nothing was weird and we knew our place. Now that we are dating, I don't know what her limits are. Since the relationship is fairly new, I didn't want to push her and make her uncomfortable since we have never really talked about it.
