Narrator's POV

Despite being at an energetic football game, every officer of Jump Street had their ears and eyes open for their assignment. Tom was out on the field playing football while Mickey was shaking her pom-poms with the rest of the cheer team. Fuller and the other officers were in the stands, cheering on their teammates while also keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity.

They were still looking for the individual who killed the cheerleader the week prior, and their only lead was Gavin, the deceased's boyfriend who was on the football team. Mickey had learned from the other girls that he had a short temper, and Tom had been witnessing it first hand during practice.

The ends of Mickey's soft brown hair swayed at her shoulders in a curly ponytail as she plastered a fake smile on her face that Doug kept teasing her about from the bleachers. Her robotic expression paired with her robotic movements, and her palms were sweating in the plastic of the pom-poms she had to hold. Tom was getting pushed around on the field, getting tackled and trampled over was not his favorite thing in the world and he could not wait for the assignment to be over.

During one of the plays, a player from the other team ran into Tom full force, causing him to fly back and smack his head against the turf. His head bounced from the impact, and the wind was knocked out of him. Mickey nearly dropped her poms as quickly as her smile fell while witnessing Tom get destroyed on the field. The coach was quick to pull him out, and he had to sit on the bench icing the back of his concussed head.

Mickey lost a lot of motivation to continue with the game once Tom got injured. She wanted to check to see if he was all right, but she could not blow her cover so she continued cheering, but half-assed.

"What's she doing?" Doug asked. He sat in the stands beside Fuller, holding a bag of popcorn in his hands. He gestured toward Mickey and continued, "no one is going to believe she is a pom-pom girl with that attitude."

"It's probably because of Hanson," Fuller said and stole a handful of popcorn. "There is no way they are putting Hanson back out there."

"I should have been put on the assignment," Doug said, "I was a football player back in the day."

"You don't say," Fuller said sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Doug asked. He wasn't sure if he should be offended or not.

"I'm not surprised, is all."

The announcers voice turned on over the cheering of the crowd and he announced that the game was now in half-time and there was going to be a twenty minute break. He also advertised the snack bar, and how hot dogs were only $1 during half-time.

"I'm going to get a dog, want one?" Doug asked.

"Please," Fuller said and handed him a dollar.

Doug went off to the snack bar before the crowd gathered around the counter as Fuller surveyed the field, watching as Mickey walked to Tom with a bottle of water in her hand. Tom heard someone coming, so he looked up at her over his shoulder.

Mickey handed the water to Tom and asked, "how are you feeling?"

"I hate football," Tom answered out of breath and gladly took the bottle.

Mickey looked around at the field and the crowd with a frown and asked, "did you see Lindsey?"

"Who?" Tom asked without thinking.

"Lindsey, Gracie's best friend," Mickey said. Gracie was the girl who was murdered the week prior, and Lindsey was on the cheer team with her. Mickey saw her just a few minutes earlier, but now she was no where to be found.

"I don't see Gavin either," Tom said with a wince as he tilted his head back to drink the cold water.

"Oh, no," they both said as they looked at each other. Tom crushed the rest of his water into his mouth and face while Mickey ran to her bag that sat along the side of the bleachers. She discreetly shoved her handcuffs into her tight skirt, and grabbed her gun that she hid in her poms before her and Tom ran off.

They prowled the area away from the people, and Mickey froze when she heard muffled screams coming from behind one of the school buildings. Tom heard it too, and they followed the noise.

They stepped past the building wall and saw Gavin holding a small knife up to Lindsey's throat. Tears were streaming down her face as she begged Gavin to let her go, but he could not stop talking to her through his clenched teeth.

"Drop the knife, Gavin," Mickey ordered while dropping her poms to reveal the gun that she pointed at his face. Tom was a little surprised that she had her gun, because he didn't see her grab it.

"We are cops, man," Tom said to him.

Gavin smiled sinisterly at Mickey had made her sick to her stomach. Gavin turned back to the crying Lindsey and propped his elbow up to prepare to slice her throat. Mickey took her shot, planting the bullet into his shoulder which made him scream out in pain and drop the knife.

Tom, still dazed from his slight concussion, was a little slow at the arrest. Mickey put the safety on for her gun and handed it to Tom before she stepped forward and shoved Gavin against the wall.

"You shot me!" He shouted as she grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his back and took the cuffs from her skirt and handcuffed his wrists.

"You can go ahead and file your complaint right up my ass," Mickey said sarcastically. She kept him pressed against the wall as she tightened the cuffs around his wrists and she said, "Gavin, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?"

As she was reading Gavin his rights, Tom was entranced by her. He usually does not watch Mickey make arrests that often, but he would love to see more. Lindsey's crying snapped him out of his trance, and he rubbed her back softly in an attempt to comfort her. He eventually pulled her into a comforting hug, letting her cry into his chest that was still padded with his uncomfortable football gear.

Meanwhile, Doug was handing Fuller his hot dog when the sound of the gunshot rang in the air. No one else seemed to notice, but the officers looked at each other in confusion. Fuller said, "that was a gunshot."

"Are you sure?" Doug asked and took a nonchalant bite of his ketchup and mustard smeared hot dog.

Fuller sarcastically said, "there is only one thing in this world that sounds like a gunshot. Let's go check on them."

"Yeah, yeah," Doug agreed and shoved the rest of his hot dog in his mouth as he and Fuller weaved their way out of the stands. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and chewed as fast as he could.

Mickey grabbed the chain of the cuffs with one hand and gripped his shoulder with the other as she pried him off the wall. Gavin laughed and tried to struggle out of her grasp, so Mickey pulled him down aggressively and yelled assertively in his ear, "Mr. Johnson! Answer, me."

"Yes," he hissed back. He was feeling the tightness of the handcuffs around his wrists and her strength was surprising.

Within moments, Fuller and Doug were running to the scene. Mickey gave Gavin to Fuller, and Fuller congratulated her on the arrest. Doug tipped an imaginary hat and left with Fuller to bring Gavin to the station.

Mickey saw Tom and Lindsey, and she walked up to them. She said at a volume that Lindsey could hear, "Lindsey. I'll take you to your parents, all right?"

Lindsey let go of Tom and wiped her tears from her eyes. She sniffed and nodded, and followed Mickey back to the stands.

"Who are you?" Lindsey asked. Her face was flushed, and she finally got her breathing under control, but her eyes were still red and glossy.

"We are cops," Mickey said.

"Both of you?" She asked.

"Both of us." Mickey nodded.

"I had no idea. Are you going to come back to practice?" Lindsey asked.

Mickey chuckled softly, "no. I'm afraid my work here is done."

Mickey walked her all the way to her concerned parents who were beginning to make their way down the stands to meet them. Lindsey turned to Mickey and thanked her profusely for saving her, and gave her a hug. Mickey warmly hugged her back, and left once Lindsey's parents reached them.

While Mickey was with Lindsey, Tom walked back to the locker room to change into his everyday clothes. He got more ice for his throbbing head, and headed back outside.

A moment of regret waved over him, because Fuller and Doug had driven him to the school. With them gone, he was not sure how he would get home until he heard Mickey's voice behind him.

"Hanson!" She yelled and jogged over to him. She did not pack clothes, so she was still in the cheerleading uniform. The game was starting its third quarter, and they could hear the distant cheers from the crowd.

Tom smiled as she came up, trying his best to keep his gaze on her face. Her bright smile was contagious, and he was very happy to see her. An indescribable feeling towards her that made him feel so weak.

"Too bad we cannot go to that high school party anymore," Mickey pouted jokingly.

"I'm just exhausted," Tom yawned.

"Me too. I can't wait to get out of this thing. Do you need a ride home?" Mickey asked him, noticing that he was not holding car keys.

"That would be great," Tom said, "thanks."

"Don't mention it." Mickey smiled. She grabbed her car keys from her bag and walked beside Tom to her car.

Mickey drove Tom home, knowing that they reached his apartment building when she saw his Mustang parked in front. Their drive was uneventful, for they were both tired and Tom had a splitting headache.

"Thanks for driving me," Tom said as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"It wasn't a problem." Mickey smiled over at him.

Almost automatically, Tom and Mickey started leaning toward each other while looking longingly at each other's lips. Tom's eyes drifted closed and right before their lips touched, Tom froze. He said softly, "I should be going to bed."

Mickey exhaled softly as she relaxed back into her seat and she nodded, "yeah. Me too."

Mickey was immediately embarrassed by the interaction. Tom waved at her after he got out of the car. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered away as she drove off, and she visibly grimaced at the traumatic memory that she knew would not leave her any time soon.

Moments after Tom got out of the car and Mickey drove away, the realization of him dodging a kiss from Mickey overwhelmed him. He groaned and locked his fingers behind his head. He quickly spun around to call out to Mickey, but she was already turning onto another street and was too far away. He clenched his jaw and was mad at himself as he walked up to his apartment.

Thank you so much for reading! This was fun to write in the narrator's POV. Should I do more narrator pov or stick with Mickey's? Or add some Tom POV too? Don't forget to vote and comment! 🥰