"Great first impression", I thought as I peeled into the parking lot. I can peel all I like, because I drive a sixty nine dodge charger, I parked looked in my mirror, checking my hair of course, and headed in. I guess I should tell you who I am and what I do. My name is Jacqueline McCann-Fortier, McCann is my dad's name and Fortier was my mums, I'm about 5'4, yes I'm short and I know it, I have short ,slightly wavy, brown hair and grey green eyes. I'm a cop, and the reason I was assigned to the Jump street program is because I was shot twice in the shoulder and had to get thirty stitches in my side because I got stabbed, the other reason was that I looked too young, I was twenty but I looked 15. I used to work in New Jersey so did my brother, he moved because there were threats to kill him. You can't blame the guys he can be a bit of an ass sometimes.

That day I was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans a yellow polo shirt, not vivid yellow just yellow enough to be yellow, and my black leather jacket that has zippers all over it. I walked into the building, cathedral, whatever you want to call it; looked dead at the first person I saw and asked

"Where's Captain Fullers office?"

"You see the door, the one that has "Captain A. Fuller" written on it, yeah that's his office." A guy with brown hair said with his back turned to me said.

"You always were a mouthy bastard weren't you Mac?"

"Fuck…" was the only response that I got as he turned around.

"I wove oo too." I added with a pout.

"Why the hell are you here?"

"When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much…"

"Fuck, I'm not up to your shit today."

"M'kay see you around brother dearest" I said giving a huge fake grin. I proceeded to walk towards the door marked "Captain A. Fuller.

"Miss Fortier I assume" a voice said before I could even knock on the door. I turned around to see a tall black man wearing a rather vivid sweater. "It's okay I'm late too," he said while unlocking his door.

"Captain Fuller I assume."

"That's correct."

"You're the new recruit, right?" He said while sitting down in a big black chair and motioning for me to sit down on a chair in front of the desk.

"Yeah, the one and only."

"Do you have a brother?" he asked while making his fingers make a little tent, au Monty Burns's style.

"Yes, any particular reason why you ask?"

"Hmm, no not really." He said while he picked up my file, which was rather large, I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. I relaxed and leaned back a bit in my chair.

"Impressive, oui, non?" I asked

"Does anyone know where I could find the sta…" a guy with blond and brown hair wearing plaid asked.

"Penhall this is…should I call you Fortier or McCann?" Fuller started to introduce us

"Fortier"

"Wait a minute…Do you mean to say that this lovely young lady" he pointed at me "Is related to 21 Jump Streets Anthony McCann?"

"Are you?" Fuller asked,

"Yeah I kind of am, sadly"

"Yeah, but you moved away when you were fifteen."

"I did, and you know why." I said raising my voice slightly.

"You left me."

I got up and grabbed his collar, practically dragging him out of the room. I went out the same door I came in,

"What kind of stunt are you trying to pull, Mac, are you trying to make me lose this job, you want me to beat you up, do you want to beat me up? I can understand the second two but the first one is just moronic, if you wanna fight me at work isn't the time."

"You're pretty damn pushy for someone your size." He said walking up into my face and looking down.

"Get out of my face"

"What I didn't hear you all the way down there."

I punched his face. "I said, get out of my face."