Chap. 3


Jason looked at Shawn like his head had just fallen off. "No way! No way is meek little Mimi a cop."

Up to that point Mimi had thought the situation was funny. Then he had to go and insult her. She jabbed him in the chest with her finger, "Listen bub. I'll have you know that I've been a cop now for 5 years and I stopped being meek a long ass time ago. So you take your macho pig act out of my precinct!!!"

As she had made each point, she had gotten closer and closer to Jason. She was practically nose to nose with him. Jason's brain was clouded by her presence. She was definitely not the Mimi that he used to know.


Shawn watched the whole scene with amusement. They didn't know what was about to hit them. He cleared his throat, "As much as I would like to see Jason get his ass beat by Mimi. We do have a undercover op going on here. Robinson, Lockhart report back to your assignments."

Mimi glared at Jason one more time and then turned around and followed Robinson out of the station. Just then Jason's cell rang. He fished it out of his suit jacket.

"Welles."

"Yes sir. Yes sir, I'm in the station right now. Yes, Lt. Brady. Ok. Ok. No it's not a problem. Yes sir. Thank you sir." With that Jason hung up the phone. Shawn looked at him curiously. "That was my director. He just assigned me to the hooker case your working on. I'm not trying to step on any toes here Shawn, Ok? I'm just doing my job and trying to help."

Shawn slapped him on the back, "Hey you don't have to tell me. I'd love to have some help on this case. It's starting to kick our ass's." Now the only person to convince was Mimi. Shawn groaned at the thought.

"Let's get to the stakeout, bud." Jason said.


Mimi walked around her corner staying in the range of the road for guys to see her. She was still stewing about Jason. He had the nerve to look gorgeous after all these years. She had never thought he would be a cop, but then again most rebellious teens tend to take the law in their own hands. They were the only ones brave enough to do it.

Ok, focus Lockhart! Your out freezing your ass off to catch a killer, not analyze how hot Jason is. Remember you have a lot riding on this. Mimi was starting to think that no one else was going to drive by tonight when a car pulled up. She shimmied up to the car and leaned her upper body in the car, revealing a clear shot down her dress. She licked her lips slowly and finally peered into the car.

"Jason! What the hell are you doing here!?"


Jason couldn't answer Mimi. He was still staring down her dress. Wow, she had an amazing body.

Mimi glared at him, but it did no good seeing as how his eyes were focused on another part of her anatomy. "Yo, boob boy! We're not in high school anymore, bud. Shouldn't seeing boobs be an everyday occurrence now or something. I mean your not some horny teenager anymore."

Jason grinned at her last words, "Speak for your self, Lockhart. I happen to admire the female form and you sweetheart, have a top notch one. But I'm getting off track. Get in the car, Shawn wants a wire on you."

Mimi frowned, "Why? I've never had one before. What all of a sudden he's doubting me?"

Jason looked uncomfortable, "Well, actually it was my idea."

Mimi snorted, "Ok, genius. Where in the hell am I going to put a wire on this outfit." As she said that she stepped back and spun around. Jason gulped. Her dress was super tight and super short. Then he grinned. He had a perfect place for it.