Mickey's POV
April 1988

I hid behind a wall of the schools gymnasium, peering in to see a group of students in the dark who were counting money. The gymnasium doubled as the schools cafeteria, so lunch tables scattered the room. Some were folded standing up, acting almost like walls while others were still out from the lunch period. Tom and I were assigned to this case together, ready to bust them.

Tom and I bounced out of our hiding spots at the same time, and approached the deal that was happening before our eyes. We were still under cover, with plans to blow it at any second.

"Hey, who are you?" One of the men asked us.

A student that Tom had friended spoke up, "nah, guys, he's cool. He's Tommy Kenobi."

"Tommy Kenobi?" One of the drug dealers asked, instantly clicking the name to Obi Wan Kenobi from Star Wars.

Tom and I reached into our jackets to pull out our gold police badges and we flashed them our snarkiest grins.

The student sighed, "oh, come on, man, I thought you were cool. We partied together, man. You bought us Taco Bell."

"You're fucking cops?!" One of the men shouted and everyone drew their weapons. I took my gun out and pointed it to the leader.

"Put down your weapons!" I ordered.

"Cops have rules, you can't shoot us," another said with a snarky attitude.

"Yeah?" Tom cocked his gun. "Wanna test that theory?"

Someone took a shot, and I immediately ducked down and rolled behind one of the lunch tables that acted as a barricade. I leaned out and pointed my gun and shouted at them again to put their guns down. Tom and I began shooting at them after they kept trying to shoot at us. We were basically shooting aimlessly toward the group so we didn't get a bullet in the head.

I looked over at Tom when he asked, "am I hitting anything?"

The sounds of bullets whizzing past us continued, but I accidentally looked up and noticed a bunch of bullet holes above him. I said, "no, you were shooting at the fucking ceiling."

Once a year, everyone on the team has to complete and pass their firearms qualifications tests. If we fail, we can retest in a couple of weeks but then we can't have our guns with us at all until we pass. I have always passed mine with flying colors. The qualification test is coming up, and after what I've seen today, Tom is going to need to practice a lot more if he wants to pass.

Tom managed to get behind the lunch table that I was hiding behind and he stopped shooting.

"What are you doing?" I asked frantically. "Quit screwing around!"

I took another few shots and heard someone cry out in pain. Then I looked back at Tom and nearly did a double take when I noticed the way he was looking at me. His eyes were soft, he was breathing hard, and his lips were so welcoming. He looked at me in a way that made me feel like we were in a movie.

Ever since he kissed me at South Fernfield High, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I know that it was just to keep our covers and protect our identities, but there was just something about it that stuck with me. I wish I knew if he felt the same.

Another gunshot rang out and I ducked my head, just to see a bullet hole in the wood of the table where my head would have been seconds ago. I don't know if Tom was trying to tell me something or what, but now was not the time. Within moments, cop-mode turned back on and we both got back to the job. Our stand off ultimately ended in their surrender, and we were able to arrest everyone and send them downtown for their booking.