This takes place during Shirts and Skins. Sort of a what could have happened if Judy and Hanson grew closer after Stand By Your Man.

It's my first Jump Street story, so please be gracious Hope you enjoy

"Coming! I'm coming," Hanson said, walking to his apartment door. He barely pulled it back before Judy stormed in.

"Is this a bad time? I need to talk to you."

"Now's fine-" Hanson did a double take. In a panic his hand shot out, grabbing Judy's arm. Turning her back to face him. "What happened to you?"

Judy rubbed the bandage on her head. "Oh. Protest got a little out of hand. One of the skins punched me."

He stepped closer. Serious eyes searching her face. "You ok?"

Judy shrugged. "Yeah. Took some stitches to close it up, but it'll heal."

Reluctantly he let go. "What's up?"

"It's Harry. You know he really is getting on me with this case. He accused me of being out of line at the protest. Said I went too far."

"Did you?" he asked calmly. He leaned against the arm of his couch. Watching her as she paced back and forth.

"Maybe," Judy admitted begrudgingly. "I didn't throw the first punch if that's what you're wondering. But I couldn't take the names anymore. I still can't believe those guys' arrogance. Thinking they have the right to say those slurs to our face and expect us to stand there and take it. And Harry," she scoffed. "Harry should understand. He knows what it's like. Instead, he's coming down on me. It's got to be bothering him more than he lets on. It has to be!"

Tom watched. His lips sealed, as she went on for another couple minutes.

"Am I making too big a deal out of this Hanson?"

"Jude, maybe Harry's being honest. Maybe he's not letting this stuff bother him."

"How can it not? Hanson this battle was fought in this country years ago. Yet there are still people out there who use racist terms and harass people because of their skin color. Harry knows what that feels like. Did he not see it when the department found out he lied about being Japanese?

"It goes with us everywhere. There's no escaping it. Even some of the people we trust and work with are nothing but bigots undercover. And if they're not bigots, they still see you differently because of your color. They always do. Everyone does. I'm sure the first time you saw me, my color didn't go unnoticed."

His head snapped in her direction. A slight frown appearing. "What?"

"You may not want to admit it Hanson, but I'm sure when you saw me walk into Jenko's office and you laid eyes on me for the first time, you had some thoughts run through your mind that were related to my color-"

"What I saw," he said, raising his voice, "when you walked into that office… was a beautiful woman who caught my eye and happened to be Black."

Judy stopped pacing and stared at him.

"One who took me out, showed me the ropes, and who I had a really good time with. A woman who was the one bright spot, to being reassigned. When I met you, for the first time I thought, maybe this Jump Street thing won't be so bad. Especially if it means I get to see this girl every day."

Judy blinked. Her breath lodged in her throat. She had no idea Hanson had felt that way after meeting her.

"Ok," she said trying to regroup. "Ok perhaps I'm wrong." She blinked. The detective in her was unwilling to slip away from what he had revealed just yet. "But tell me this Hanson," she walked to him, leaving a small space between them. Her voice lowered. "That beautiful woman, who you had a great time with that day. If she had been white like you. Had hair like yours… would you have asked her out? Would you have made a move on her?"

Hanson held her gaze before rubbing a hand through his hair. "Ask me that when I don't work with you." He paused letting that sink in. "That carries a lot of weight and you know it. For you probably more than for me."

Judy's shoulders fell in defeat. He was right. If Hanson had made a move on her back then or even now, she would have hesitated just because they worked together. Not because of their skin color. She wasn't sure she would be willing to risk their jobs. How could she blame him for doing the same?

Hanson sighed and stood up. "Look, I don't know what it's like to be in your shoes. Or Harry's. The closest I came was when we were undercover at the school that was racially divided. And I pretended you were my girl." She peered up at him through her lashes. "Walking through that crowd. All those stares. Feeling the hate. Knowing if they attacked us there wouldn't be much I could do to protect you. Hearing that kid yell out-"

"I remember."

Hanson nodded. "I couldn't imagine dealing with that every day. I'll never know what you both feel like. I just…I hope you never have to question how I feel about you."

Judy bit her lip. "No Hanson. I've never had to question that. Truly." She took a breath. "I'm sorry for saying what I said. I didn't mean to imply that you were anything like the people on this case. I was just upset and I'm worried about Harry. I just want to be there for him but sometimes he pushes me away."

"Give him some time. You know him. He'll open up after a while. He always does with you. He trusts you. But cases like these, you need time to sort things out for yourself."

Judy nodded. Hanson knew them well. He understood the special bond that existed between partners. He experienced it with Penhall. Despite how different they were, they had a friendship that couldn't be broken.

She and Harry were the same. Yeah, some times they pushed each other away. They told each other the ugly truths. But when it came down to it, there was nothing they wouldn't do for each other. Even at the protest, though Harry had his opinion on her role in starting the mess, he still had been the first one there to pick her up off the ground. To shield her from further attack.

"Guess I just need to be patient with him. Not my strong suit."

"No it's not," Hanson teased, making a smile appear on her face.

"Thanks Hanson for letting me vent." She ran her hand down his arm. "I better go."

She took a few steps towards the door before Hanson's voice stopped her.

"Jude?"

She turned around once more. Saw his worried gaze looking again at the bandage. "Be careful out there ok."

Her heart fluttered at the concern she saw in his eyes. Going back, Judy wrapped her arms around him. Holding him close.

Hanson's arms slipped around her waist. He placed a kiss to the uninjured side of her head and gripped her tighter. Holding her as if for one more moment, he needed to be sure she was safe, before he let her go.