It was a Monday morning and Jasmine Sandoval had just been transferred to Jump Street after being released from the hospital. She had taken three hits. She had a really bad attitude because of the shooting, and the murder of her mother made everything worse. She walked up the stairs and one of the other officers accidentally bumped into her.

"Get out my way!!" she said in a really angry tone, pushing him away.

All the other officers silently stared at her and wondered who the angry woman was. She went to Captain Fuller's office, and after a while they came out and he addressed the squad.

"Hey, everybody listen up." Everybody fell silent and looked at the Fuller. "This is Jasmine Sandoval. She is a new police officer who was transferred here from L.A."

"Hi," they all replied, but Jasmine just went to her desk and started to work.

An hour or so later, the Jump Street team returned from investigating a murder case in a rather good mood (Why wouldn't they be? With Doug around nobody can be in a bad mood.). Blowfish told them everything that had happened while they were gone.

"She's beautiful," Doug started, but Blowfish cut in.

"Trust me, you all are not going to like her."

"What's not to like?" Dennis asked.

"Go and find out."

"I will."

Dennis walked over to Jasmine. "Hi, I'm Officer Dennis Booker," he started.

"What? And that's suppose to mean something to me?" she replied.

"No, I'm introducing myself," he said in a rather sarcastic way. He turned around and walked back to the team.

Trust Doug to lighten up the mood. "I think she likes you," he said to Dennis.

"Really, you think so?" he joked back.

"No. She has a gun, and she knows how to use it." They all laughed.

"Why do you think she is like that?" Harry asked.

"Not enough attention," Hanson replied.

Of course, at this point the team didn't like Jasmine. She was cocky, bossy and had a really bad attitude. Fuller told them they must be nice to her, for she was now one of them.

And they all said, in sarcastic unison, "Yippie."

They next day, Harry and Jasmine arrived at the same time, but Jasmine got to the door first.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Are you blind? I'm opening the door to go in," Jasmine said meanly.

"What, am I invisible? That's my job. They don't call me a perfect gentleman for nothing, you know," Harry said and opened the door for her.

"My hero," she said sarcastically.

He started the day being a gentleman, but Jasmine changed that. After he opened the door and let her go in first, she didn't even say 'yo' or 'ye'. Nothing, not a word. She walked through the door and Harry followed.

"What are you so angry at all the time?" he asked, while following her.

She turned around to face him. "You!"

"Me? What on earth did I do to you?"

She turned around and walked away without answering his question.

This went on for weeks. The team tried so hard not to explode and tried to be nice, but Jasmine always turned things around. But what no one knew was that Jasmine’s mother was raped and killed. Jasmine opened a center for women who had been raped, and thought this might help her get over her mother’s death, but it she hadn't, and that is why she was always so angry and hated men. When she was transferred to Jump Street, she thought they could help her find herself, but that might take time... a long time.

One night, Jasmine worked late. She was the only one there, except for Joe, the janitor. Jasmine worked through the night tried to bury herself in her work, but she ended up falling asleep. The next morning, Jasmine was still sitting on her chair with her head in her hands on her table, sleeping, when Harry Ioki showed up. He saw her sleeping and walked over to her. He touched her on her shoulder. When she woke up, she looked up and saw him, dark hair and brown eyes, holding a cup of coffee for her.

"Late night? I brought you some coffee."

"Thank you."

Harry looked amazed. He was surprised to find out that she actually had manners. "You’re welcome."

"Nice try buddy."

Just then Doug entered, shouting, "Ioki, what’s up old buddy?"

Harry walked over to him and replied, "Trying to be nice to her." He pointed at Jasmine.

Doug walked over to Jasmine. "Are you messing with my friend?"

"My mission in life. Wouldn’t dream of it, buddy," she replied. "Would you please go away, you are standing in my light," she continued.

"You don’t have to ask me twice," he said, walking away.

Jasmine continued biting everybody’s head off.

"I can’t wait to get a vacation," Harry remarked to Doug while they watched Jasmine.

"That makes two of us," Doug joked back.

The next day, Friday the 13th, the team was sitting at Harry’s desk, talking about what they wanted to do over the weekend.

"Harry, when are you going to find someone special?" Doug wanted to know.

"Well, that question is hard to answer. I don’t think I will ever find someone. Women don’t really find me special," Harry replied.

"Don’t worry old buddy, I have two words for you," Dennis remarked to Harry.

They began to laugh. They knew where he was going with this. "Lisa Dalvequo."

Then Harry replied, miserably, "And I have one word for you. No. Why do you always want to set me up on a blind date?"

Judy butted, "Dennis what are you up to this time?"

"Yes, that’s what I also want to know," Harry said shortly.

"Well, there is this woman, Theresa, and she doesn’t want to go on a date with me unless I find a date for her sister Lisa," Dennis answered.

Then they all laughed - well, everyone except Harry.

"So, will you please do this for me? I will owe you big time," Dennis begged Harry.

"This is the last time."

"Yes it is."

"Why do I get the feeling I shouldn’t really believe you right now?" Harry remarked to Dennis.

The others laughed, knowing that Dennis would do it again if he got the chance.

"What do you all think will happened to Jasmine?" Doug asked.

"What do you mean?" Dennis asked.

"Well, she is always so mean and bossy. Do you think she will ever find a man?"

Everyone looked at each other and replied in unison, "No."

Then Doug joked, "Well I think that Jasmine and Harry would make a good couple."

Everybody laughed and then Harry remarked, "Very funny. I think she and I would kill each other before we fell in love."

That night, Dennis and Harry went on the double date and the night went well, but afterwards Harry nicely told Lisa that she was not for him. Because Harry is afraid to love and to be loved.

Saturday came and Jasmine was in the market to buy things she needed, when Harry spotted her. He was in one of his extremely good moods. He watched her through the shelves and at the end of the passage he jump out from the other side and shouted, "Boo!"

"Harry! Damn! You scared me."

"That was the idea."

Jasmine looked at him with a different eye this time, and she couldn’t help but smile.

"I can not believe what I’ve just seen," Harry remarked.

Jasmine then realized that she was smiling and put her hand in front of her mouth. She walked passed him. Harry turned around and walked after her. He grabbed her around the waist and turned her to face him. Then he asked "What is going on? You just smiled. That is not a crime."

"You wouldn’t understand."

"Try me. Jasmine, if there is anything wrong please tell me. I want to help you."

"Why would you want to help me? No one likes me, including you. And besides, there is nothing you or anyone could do."

"That is not true. Nobody hates you, we just don’t know what to think, because you're always so angry."

"It’s a long and complicated story. I have to go." Jasmine walked away.

Harry realized that something must have happened to her, and that was why she was always so angry. But he would do anything in his power to help her.

Harry spent the rest of the week asking Jasmine in different ways, trying to get her to tell him what was bothering her so that he could help. Every time Harry would ask Jasmine what happened, she would change the subject. But Harry would not stop trying. That made Jasmine feel differently about Harry. She didn’t know what it was, but it was a feeling she had never had.

The next day, Harry and Lisa were having lunch on a rooftop restaurant, when Lisa excused herself momentarily to take a phone call. A moment later, Harry heard a scream, and ran out to find a man holding a knife to Lisa's throat. Harry pointed his gun in the man’s direction. The man began to play games with Harry, letting him think that he was in control of the situation, when the man had already made up his mind about what he was going to do. He convinced Harry that he wanted to talk, so Harry put his gun down to take the threat away from Lisa. The man taunted Harry about the police procedures manual - the section that says you never put your weapon down in a hostage situation, because then the killer doesn't need the hostage.

"You pathetic little loser." Then he slit Lisa’s throat and let her go. Harry screamed and grabbed her, trying to save her life.

The case had become too personal for Harry, and despite his protests, the Captain took him off it. But Harry wasn't about to let this guy get away with killing Lisa.

Harry was sitting by his desk, unable get over the murder of Lisa, thinking it was all his fault that she was killed. Jasmine walked over to him.

"Harry, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Harry looked up and replied, "What? You’re not going to fight me on this?"

"No."

"Jasmine, I think you can do us all a favor and get lost."

"Don’t be so harsh."

"Don’t be so harsh! Jasmine, you are the one who is always harsh and moaning and groaning over everything. I don’t think you can possibly imagine how I feel right now."

Jasmine turned around and walked to her desk. Just then Andrew arrived.

"Harry, I heard what happened. Are you okay?"

"No, I’m not okay Andrew. My friend was killed in front of me, and it was all my fault."

"Don’t say that. It was not your fault."

"How would you know? You weren’t there."

"No, I wasn’t there, but I know that you would do anything you could to help others. So I know that you did all you could."

"I could have done more."

"Like what?"

"I don’t know. I just could’ve. I just want to be alone right now."

Andrew turned around and left. After the others had left, and only Jasmine and Harry were still at Jump Street, Jasmine walked over to his desk. Harry wanted to start by saying, ‘I want to be alone,’ but Jasmine spoke before he had the chance.

"You think I don’t know how you feel, but you are wrong. I know exactly how you feel."

"Jasmine, I tried to make you tell me."

Then Jasmine turned around and left, to go for a walk. An hour or so later, she ended up at the beach.

Jasmine was sitting on the beach thinking about everything. When she got up to walk home, someone knocked her out from behind.

Hours later, Harry was at Andrew’s Karate dojo, working his anger and frustration out by kicking and punching the bags. He was trying to figure out exactly what it was that was bothering him so much. Andrew walked over to Harry and wanted to know if there was anything he could do to help. Before Harry could say a word, Andrew’s protection agency's phone rang. Andrew picked it up and talked. Harry was still busy kicking and punching when Andrew called him to the phone.

"Harry, it’s for you," Andrew said in a confused tone.

Harry walked over to Andrew and took the phone from him.

"Hello?" Harry asked. "Who is this?"

"Does ‘pathetic little loser’ sound familiar?"

Harry then realized who it was and signaled to Andrew to call the police, so that they could trace the call.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, trying to keep the caller busy.

"No, the question is not what I want, it’s what you want."

"Alright, tell me, what do I want?"

"Don’t get sarcastic with me. Does the name Jasmine mean anything to you?"

"What have you done to her?"

"Nothing yet, but screw with me, and that will change quickly. Understand?"

"If you hurt her..."

"Then what? You'll shoot me, like you did right after I slit Lisa’s neck? I don’t think you are in the position to make any threats."

"What do you want me to do?"

"All your questions will be answered in due time." The caller hung up.

Andrew looked at Harry with a worried face. Harry turned around slowly to face Andrew, then Andrew spoke.

"What is it?" he asked anxiously.

Harry looked at him, then he finally said, "The man who killed Lisa kidnapped Jasmine."

"Oh no. Did he tell you why?"

"Not yet. He said all questions will be answered in due time."

"Don’t worry. When the time comes I will help you. You can count on that."

"I know I can. Thank you. Could the police trace the call?"

"No, the caller hung up too soon. I’m sorry. Don’t worry we’ll get her back unharmed."

"I hope so," Harry said softly.

Harry went home and took a shower. He began to read a book, because he couldn’t sleep. He was too worried about Jasmine and couldn’t forget Lisa’s death. But just then the phone interrupted his thoughts. He picked it up.

"Hello, Harry Ioki speaking."

"What are you still doing up at this hour of night?"

Harry realized that it was the killer again. "You again. What do you want?"

"Don’t answer a question with a question. I asked you a question first."

"It’s because of you that I can’t sleep."

"What a shame! Tee-hee-hee. Not really. Anyway. I just called to give you your first assignment. I will call you tomorrow on Andrew’s protection agency line at 10 am. Don’t be late and don’t try anything stupid like trying to trace my call. I will kill Jasmine."

"I want to talk too her."

But the killer hung up without saying anything else. Harry called Andrew and told him that the killer was going to call him tomorrow on his phone, and Andrew assured him that they would be ready for him.

The next day, Harry went to Andrew’s Karate dojo early to wait for the call.

"I knew you would come early," Andrew greeted Harry.

"I couldn’t sleep, so I tried to figure out how and why this man is doing all of this."

"Any luck?"

"No, I still don’t know why. If this man wants me so badly, why kill Lisa and kidnap Jasmine? She has nothing to do with this, and she has already been through enough."

"Don’t worry, we’ll get her."

"Why are you always so calm?"

"Harry, you can’t let your fears and guilt get the best of you. You must be positive and you’ll see, everything will work out the way you want it."

"I hope you’re right, buddy, I can’t afford to lose Jasmine, too."

When Andrew gave Harry a confused look, Harry realized what he’d said.

"Well, I meant the department couldn’t afford to lose a good cop."

"I know what you meant."

Harry saw the smile on Andrew’s face and knew that Andrew wasn’t falling for that one. Just then the phone rang. Andrew walked over and picked it up, but he already knew who it was.

"Hello, Andrew speaking."

"Andrew, give the phone to Harry."

Andrew handed over the phone to Harry.

"Hello."

"Well I see you completed your first assignment well."

"Tell me now what you really want. I’m sick of these silly games."

"Harry, Harry, if I hurt Jasmine, you won’t think these are silly games anymore."

"How do I know that she is still alive?"

"I told you I haven’t done anything to her yet."

"That’s not good enough. I want to talk to her."

"You are pushing it, Harry."

"Well so are you. First you kill Lisa, then you take my woman."

"Well, Harry, I didn’t know that she was your woman."

"Let me talk to her."

The man gave Jasmine the phone.

"Harry, don’t do anything he tells you to do it’s a trap...........Harry!"

The man took the phone from her again and hit her in face with it.

"You have heard that she is still alive. Now if you want to keep it that way, I suggest you do what I tell you. I want my friend Joe Peterson out of jail by Monday, then Jasmine will be released unharmed. If not, her death will be on your conscience."

"I am not in any position to free prisoners just like that. I don’t think that even Fuller can do that."

"Well, then you should get busy planning his escape, and get him out." The caller hung up the phone. Harry put down the phone slowly and turned to face Andrew. Just then the team arrived.

"Harry, we got the message. Is there anything we can do?" Hanson asked.

"I don’t know what to do. He wants me to get his friend out of jail before Monday, otherwise he is going to kill Jasmine."

"Then I suggest we get started planning the escape," Andrew stated.

"What? We can’t just go planning a prisoner’s escape! I do love Jasmine. I was trying to say my...."

Andrew then helped Harry out of his humiliation and finished what he wanted to say before Harry butted in. "I was not talking about the prisoner’s escape, I was talking about Jasmine’s escape."

Everyone looked at Andrew confusedly. "We’re listening," they said.

"I have figured out the clues. They all point to a couple of places."

"Let’s go. Maybe we’ll get lucky," Dennis said.

"It’s about time we get lucky," Harry said, hopefully.

The chase began with Andrew, Harry and the others going different directions. When Harry arrived at his spot, and the killer knocked him out and got away. Then Andrew found him and said that they caught a man who was with the killer. Harry and the team then went to the place where the man said the killer had Jasmine. Everybody went in different directions to find her sooner.

In a dark room Harry found Jasmine. She was lying on a small bed with her back to the door. She didn’t even turned around. She thought it was the killer.

"Jasmine?"

Jasmine spun around. She knew that voice. She threw her arms around Harry and held him tight.

"Harry, what? How? When?"

"It doesn't matter. Are you okay?"

"I’m fine."

"Let's get you out of here."

"Yes, let's."

Harry took Jasmine home, and he went to Jump Street to finish the paper work. Doug found him there.

"Ioki, do you realize what you said earlier?"

"About what?" he asked, pretending he had no idea what Doug was talking about.

"You know exactly what I am talking about. When you said that you love Jasmine."

"I have no idea why I said that. I don’t fall in love."

"You do, and you did. Have you told her how you feel?"

Harry realized that he could not fool Doug and most of all, himself. "How? She hates me, and you of all people should know that."

"Don’t tell me that is going to stop you. Nothing can stop you, Harry."

"Maybe so, but this is different."

Just then, Fuller called Harry into his office

"Tell me, did you find the killer?" Fuller wanted to know.

"No, but his time is short."

"What did he want with Jasmine?"

"I don’t know."

"Where is she now?"

"She is at her house."

"Harry, how can you leave her alone, with the killer still out there? I know you and the others don’t like her, but she is still one of us. And she works just as hard as we do."

"I know Coach, and we don’t hate her. I’m on my way to get her, right now."

"I couldn’t have said that better myself."

Harry went over to Jasmine’s house and saw her getting into her car. He followed her. Jasmine went to her mother’s grave to make peace with the fact that she was not there to protect her and not at the funeral. But she didn’t know that she was being followed.

"Dear Mother,

I wish, I wish so hard that things were different.

That I was there to protect you, but I was not.

That I was there at your funeral, but I was not.

But I cannot wish to turn back time.

It would not be fair.

I wish that things between us were 100% before all this happened.

But they were not.

That is why I am here now, to ask for your forgiveness.

I ask you with tears in my heart, that you can please forgive me.

Forgive me, for not being there to protect you when you needed me the most.

Forgive me for not being there at your funeral.

I bet it was wonderful."

Jasmine sat down by her mother’s grave, and Harry listened to every word she said. He felt very sorry for her. And now, he understood why she was so angry.

"I met friends today.

They are sweet and kind.

I didn’t actually meet them today; it just felt like I did.

I met them weeks ago.

They were always being nice and kind to me, but I have always twisted things around, with my selfish pride.

I wish, O, but I wish I could turn that around.

They risked their lives today, to save mine.

I will always be thankful for that."

"Jasmine?" Harry said from behind.

She turned around. "Harry, what are you doing here?"

"I was just about to ask you the same question. You know the killer is still out there, so that means you must be in Protective Custody," Harry said, pretending he knew nothing.

"Protective Custody! I don’t want to be in Protective Custody. What is wrong with my house?" Jasmine said, half relieved that Harry had not heard a word she had said to her mother.

"There is nothing wrong with your house. You just can’t stay alone. Look, if you don’t want to go into Protective Custody, you are going to have to come and stay with me."

"Fine," Jasmine said, in a soft and gentle voice. "How did you know where to find me?"

"I followed you from your house," Harry said innocently, as he flashed his 1000-watt smile. "Let’s go."

They went to Harry’s place, after getting some clothes for Jasmine, and he took her to his room. A moment or so later, he returned to she see if she was still all right. She looked up at Harry and he saw that she had tears in her eyes. Without thinking, he walked over to her and wrapped her in a tight and secure hug. She returned the hug and buried her face in his chest and started to cry. After a moment, she lifted her head and apologized for crying all over his nice shirt.

He lifted her chin and said, "Don't worry about it. It's washable."

Then Jasmine flashed a little smile, and Harry could not believe what he saw.

Harry grabbed a chair and sat by the windows to keep a lookout on the outside grounds. Jasmine grabbed a book to read and sat on a couch close to Harry. She liked being close to him. He gave her a feeling of safety and security. Not to mention that he was extremely cute. She tried to concentrate on her book, but couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She ignored it and turned to Harry and said.

"So, how long have you been at Jump Street?"

"Almost four years now."

"Hey, how about a movie to get our minds off of things?"

"Not a bad idea."

They decided on the Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker movie 'Rush Hour'. Harry was happy to see Jasmine smiling and laughing. It felt good to just sit back and watch a movie and laugh. The movie relieved some of the tension that Jasmine was feeling, and she started to relax more.

After the movie, Harry burst into a conversation. "So, what can you tell me about yourself?"

"Well, I guess you already know everything."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you know I am a mean, angry, horrible woman."

"I'll tell you what I know. You are not, so stop trying to be mean, angry and horrible. You are wonderful, and the most amazing woman I have ever met."

"Well, thank you Harry. I think you can tell me the truth now."

"I am telling the truth. I know a little about what happened in New Jersey, and I don’t blame you for being so angry and mean all the time. You are an incredibly strong woman. You want to tell me the whole story?"

Jasmine was quiet for a moment then she started, "My mother was raped and murdered and I couldn’t make it to the funeral."

"I’m sorry."

"You’re forgiven."

"What did I do?"

"Nothing."

"Then why did you say I’m forgiven?"

"Because you said that you’re sorry. People only say that when they did something wrong."

"I guess you got me. This time anyway."

Jasmine, unable to speak, just flashed a smile.

"You see, I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"That you can smile. You know, you should do it more often. It suits you perfectly."

They exchanged looks for a moment, then Harry said, "I think it’s time we go to sleep. Otherwise we won’t be able to get up for work."

"Yes, I think we should."

Jasmine went to Harry’s room and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

The next day, Jasmine woke up just inches from Harry, snoring in a pair of white socks, plaid night pants, forest green drape and an olive-gray shirt. Jasmine smiled and whispered in his ear, "Good morning, snoring beauty."

Harry opened his eyes and looked at Jasmine in her little t-shirt. Then he looked into her eyes and replied, "I wasn’t snoring."

"Oh, no? What a shame. I like it when a man snores."

"Did I say I wasn’t snoring? I meant that I was snoring the whole time."

They exchange smiles for a moment.

"The Captain called," said Jasmine. "He said that we should get in as soon as you finish snoring."

"Very funny. I think that we should get ready, then."

"No, you should get ready. I’m already done."

"Fine. I will shower on my own. You’re not invited."

"Yeah? As soon as I walk in that bathroom naked you will change your story."

"O, Yeah? Prove it."

"Nice try. Go and get ready. We have to get going."

Harry and Jasmine arrived at Jump Street to talk to Fuller. Fuller called them into his office at once.

"Yes, Captain," they said in unison, as they walked in.

The Captain smiled at them and said, "I see you two are getting along."

"Not much of a choice," they said in unison, with smiles on they’re faces.

"Good. Well, let’s get down to business. First of all, Jasmine, you don’t have to stay with Harry anymore. We found the killer."

"Where?" Harry demanded.

"In a hotel room. He hung himself with a note that read: 'Damn you, Harry.' Do you know anything about that?"

"No, Captain. I still don’t know why he killed Lisa or why he kidnapped Jasmine. All I know is that it’s because of me."

"I guess we’ll never know, now," Jasmine said.

"Yeah. I guess," Harry replied.

"Maybe it was for no reason at all."

"Maybe."

Jasmine and Harry walked out the office. Jasmine went to her desk and Harry to his. Then Doug walked over to him.

"Have you told her yet?" he asked.

"No, but for starters, we’re friends. Maybe in time she will love me back."

The End