Hi! So, I decided to post my own 21 Jump Street fic. There isn't a lot of Booker and wanted to post it. Hope you enjoy!

The sudden light breeze of a cool September morning blew through the long strands of my wavy brown hair. It was styled in a wrapped pink bandana used as a hairband. My hands were on the wheel of my Sunfire yellow 1967 Stingray Corvette convertible, driving into the streets of the downtown district of Metropolis towards the destination of Jump Street Chapel. Summer was at its end and school was back in session which also means more illegal activity committed among students. A wave of relief washed over me and exhilaration of butterflies nipped at my stomach, I was looking forward to rejoining Jump Street for another year. I miss working undercover as a student rather than walking the streets as a street walker.

When summer began, Jump Street was on vacation, and the smart alecks in the department decided to transferred me down to work on VICE. I spent my nights dressed in skimpy outfits to be the bait and stalked the street corners on the marked areas where the activity spread like a disease. Successfully, I arrested the sleazy sick men on my watch, but I seriously needed some psychiatric help afterwards from dealing with those disgusting pigs.

I entered the familiar asphalt lot of the old church chapel and parked my vehicle in its usual spot, besides the Acapulco blue 1967 Mustang Fastback that belonged to Hanson. Seeing his car parked there in the lot brought a warm smile to my face, Tom Hanson became one of my close friends when he first joined the program three years ago. Often times, the cops in Jump Street assumed he and I were closer than friends, but it wasn't true. At least I know it isn't. Sure, Tom had several girlfriends in the past and yes, he's single. But I'm not looking for romance any time soon. For now, we're just friends.

After I shut off the ignition and removed the restraint of the safe belt from my body, I opened the door and climbed out of the car. I walked to the other side of the passenger seat and leaned over the cold metal door grabbing my small saddle purse and pulled the strap over my shoulder. My brown eyes scanned the lot, finding two other familiar vehicles that belonged to Harry T. Ioki and Judy Hoffs, two very good friends of mine. We were with Jump Street when it became a new program for younger cops who had fresh faces and when it was only the three of us and Doug Penhall with Captain Jenko leading the program. As I turned around to face the entrance of the Chapel, I noticed a black 1968 Firebird convertible parked. It looked familiar to me, but I couldn't place my finger on it. I felt a cold shiver ran down my spine as I pulled on my purple leather jacket close to my body. The sound of my coral flats clicked against the metal steps leading to the front entrance of the building, I felt the increase pounding of my heart echoing inside my head. Reaching higher levels of anxiousness to return working in the program, my hand reached for the old brass knob of the door turning the handle and pushing through the warm atmosphere. The air became filled with the bustle of voices and constant phone lines ringing to be answered. My brown orbs peered at the sight of the hectic environment in front of me as I slowly climbed down the stairs. I recognized old faces and easily spotted the new additions scurrying around the Chapel carrying boxes of personal belongings and case files. The place became a complete storm and I love it, it's what I missed about my job.

"Rose! Welcome Back!" My attention looked away from the commotion and faced the recognizable voice of Harry. He greeted me with a wide charming grin and opened his arms as I walked straight into him, feeling his tight embrace.

"Harry! It's so great to see you again. I'm relieved summer is over." I smiled at him, happy to be back. We began walking to his desk as I leaned against it while he took a seat on the edge of the table.

"Same here, I thought it was never going to end. From the look on your face, VICE didn't work out for you, huh?" He let out and cracked a soft smirk along his lips, as I began to tell him my experience.

"Yes, it really didn't. It was terrible, Harry. I never felt so violated in my life! Honestly, I'm just glad it's over." My voice breathed out as I decided to change the subject. "Anyways, I noticed both Jude's and Hanson's cars parked outside. Have you seen them?" Harry grinned back at me and nodded his head.

"Yeah, right now Hanson with his new partner discussing the latest report they're working on in Fuller's office. Jude is right over at her desk, she'll be excited to see you. Jude!" As Harry raised his voice to reach across the room, Judy looked up from her desk and her smile pulled into a bright grin once she noticed me with Harry.

"Rose! Oh, girl. I'm so glad to see you again! How are you?" My best friend spoke out, almost in a squeal. It was great to see her again, but at the same time my mind began to wonder about Tom's new partner because Doug was still with Intelligence.

"Relieved, now that Jump Street is back! By the way, I really love your hair, Judy. It's cool!" The two of us embraced in a hug and after we pulled apart, I commented on her short hair and she responded with a wide grin. My eyes caught the sight of someone walking towards us, someone recognizable.

'That can't be him. Can't it?' My inner voice spoke out within my thoughts as Judy's voice broke me out of the trance.

"At least, someone appreciates my new haircut. Thank you, Rose." She shot a glare at Harry, who shrugged his shoulders and felt a little embarrassed. I smiled at his reaction as Judy spoke again. "Well, I'm just glad to be out of that milk carton costume. Did you know, I did such a great job with the kids they wanted me to be Officer Cookie next. Thankfully that never happened." I began to laugh lightly, remembering the first time I saw her wearing that ridiculous boxy milk outfit the beginning of summer.

"I wouldn't mind having your summer job. Instead I spend all my nights wearing only a little black dress and having sickening men describing every little detail of their intentions to do to me. That's not how I pictured my summer." I placed my arms over my chest, talking about my work with VICE brought the feeling of those dirty hands feeling me up before I made the arrests. Judy was about to open her mouth to speak, but another voice beat her to it.

"A little black dress, huh? Now that's something I would love to see you wear." My body turned around to the source of that voice and stared into the warm hazel eyes looking right at me.

'Dennis…' My heart began to pound faster than its usual beat, but those eyes weren't filled with happiness and I don't blame him.

"That's too bad because I already burned it." I told him to his face. Everything about him was still the same as the day I first met him. His dark brown almost black hair locks stuck out in several angles, the simple black t-shirt and dark blue denim jacket with matching colored jeans. And those black biker boots just said it all.

'He never changed in the last four years.' My mind spoke out. I was still stunned to see him back in my life.

"Rose…this is Officer Booker. He just started a couple of days ago with Hanson. Dennis this is Rose Soto." Harry introduced me to the man I once loved. Dennis slowly extended out his hand for me take and I did hesitated for a few seconds before reaching in for the handshake. Instantly, I felt the sudden warmth radiating within his grasp.

"Hello, Dennis." My voice sounded soft but audible as we shook hands for a few seconds. Once we stopped, Dennis still held on to my hand not willing to let go.

"You told me you wanted to make a difference, but I never thought I'd see you as a cop, Rose." Dennis looked at me with a smirk, the same smirk I fell in love with all those years ago. But it was off and I knew why. Both Harry and Jude noticed the two of us had met before.

"Yeah, well, I guess things changed. What about you? You became the one thing you hated the most…" I spoke back to him in response, feeling his hand giving me a light squeeze and I was able to free my hand from his grasp.

"Wait, the two of you know each other?" Harry interrupted us, his mouth showed a wide grin and Judy's lips were extended wide.

"This is really good." Judy let out and a wave of scarlet rushed across my face. Now I had to explain the story.

"Dennis and I went to the same high school…" I turned to face them both, dreading this as I have gone in too deep.

"She tutored me in Algebra and we became close…" Dennis's voice spoke out, feeling his hazel orbs burning through me, as I glanced up to see his face. I tried to ignore the heavy swarms of butterflies fleeting inside my abdomen.

"It's been four years since I've last seen you or even heard of you, Rose." Dennis stared at me with intensity, his hands held on to my wrists softly running small circles against my skin. I could see the pain brewing within those eyes, but I couldn't speak to him and needed to be away from Dennis.

"I'm sorry. I need to get back to my desk, Dennis…" I took one more glance at him before slipping out of his grasp and walking away towards the opposite direction.

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