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21 Jump Street: In the Heat of the Night
0 reviews[Songfic] "Then you ask yourself is this where you belong? Is it right, or is it wrong? Does it matter what's right in the heat of the night?"
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Notes: This is actually the first 21 Jump Street fic I've ever written. Well, unless you count Secrets Can Kill, my crossover with NCIS. There wasn't a genre for "General" so . . .
Song: "In The Heat Of The Night" by Pat Benatar
Officer Tom Hanson strolled down the dark streets of Metropolitan, Washington. Amber streetlights and neon signs were the only light. The full moon helped, even if the undercover officer with Jump Street couldn't see it with all the city lights. A light breeze ruffled his already messy brown hair and sent his black trench coat flapping open.
In the heat of the night
When you know it ain't right
But you do what you wanna do
You do what you feel
'Cause no one can feel like you
Out in the summertime city, ain't it a pity
There's so much to tie you down
You're leaving tonight to somewhere you can't be found
He knew it wasn't right, but he did what he wanted to—which right now was along the lines of hoping to run into Judy Hoffs—of course, what were the odds of that? But since no one could feel like him, he did what he felt.
Out in the summertime city, walking down the streets, wasn't it a pity that there was so much to tie him down? Hanson was leaving tonight to somewhere he couldn't be found.
While down at the edge of town
At a pool hall where they all hang around
You hear them talking about the girls they knew
And talk about what they're gonna do
Then you ask yourself, is this where you belong
Is it right, or is it wrong
Does it matter what's right, in the heat of the night
At the edge of town, he slipped into a pool hall where a bunch of high school kids like to hang out—students from his latest case. Tom nonchalantly wandered over to a nearby game to watch, all the while eavesdropping and hoping he could pick up some vital information to his case. So far, all the guys were talking about the girls they knew and what they were gonna do at school tomorrow. Hanson asked himself, Is this where I belong? Is it right, or is it wrong? But did it matter what was right, in the heat of the night?
Out in the streets tonight, under the neon lights
You're searchin' for something new
But nothin' is real, and no one can feel like you
They say that eagles fly in this red hot sky
But were they just passin' through
Or did they look down, and see what you found was true
The 21-year-old undercover cop left the hall and ended up walking out on the streets under the neon lights as he did earlier. He didn't know quite what he was searching for, but he knew it was for something new.
But nothing was real and no one could feel like him. He flashed back to a conversation he'd had with Jenko and Ioki, who'd said that eagles flew in the red-hot sky. But were they just passing through, he wondered now, or did they look down and see what I found was true?
But still in the back of your mind
You've got somethin' to believe in, but there's so much to find
As the bright lights dim, and the night closes in
You thought everything is ending, but it's yet to begin
And you ain't seen nothin' yet
But what you see you'll never forget, and you'll say
But still in the back of Hanson's mind, there was something he had to believe in, yet there was so much to find.
The bright neon lights and amber-colored streetlights dimmed as the night closed in and everyone closed up shop for the night. Tom Hanson Junior thought everything was ending, when in fact is had yet to begin. He hadn't seen nothing yet, but what he'd see he'd never forget.
Why oh why
Did it take you so long to want something more
Why oh why
Did you never get off on this before
Why oh why
Well, here it is, the love you've been waitin' for
Why oh why
Standin' in front of you like an open door
Why oh why did it take him so long to want something more than being a cop? Sure, he wanted to become one so he could enforce the law like his dad, but that wasn't all there was to it. As a matter of fact, why did he never get off on this—this being the only female cop on the team—before?
As if the thought of her called her up, Hanson saw Judy Hoffs walking over to him. The African-American asked when she was close enough to him to talk without yelling, "What are you doing out here so late at night?"
"What, can't a guy take a walk through town at night to enjoy the view?"
She laughed and punched him on the shoulder. "Surely there's more to it than that. I mean, here's the—"
He interrupted, "What are you doing out here?"
"I don't know exactly. I was finishing up at the office"—the office being the chapel—"and was feeling restless, so I decided to stretch my legs for a bit."
Well, here was the love he'd been waiting for standing in front of him like an open door. He'd have to be an idiot to close it off.
And then you ask yourself, is this where you belong
Is it right, or is it wrong
Does it matter what's right,
In the heat of the night
In the heat of the night, when you know it ain't right
But you do what you wanna do
You do what you feel, 'cause no one can feel like you
Song: "In The Heat Of The Night" by Pat Benatar
Officer Tom Hanson strolled down the dark streets of Metropolitan, Washington. Amber streetlights and neon signs were the only light. The full moon helped, even if the undercover officer with Jump Street couldn't see it with all the city lights. A light breeze ruffled his already messy brown hair and sent his black trench coat flapping open.
In the heat of the night
When you know it ain't right
But you do what you wanna do
You do what you feel
'Cause no one can feel like you
Out in the summertime city, ain't it a pity
There's so much to tie you down
You're leaving tonight to somewhere you can't be found
He knew it wasn't right, but he did what he wanted to—which right now was along the lines of hoping to run into Judy Hoffs—of course, what were the odds of that? But since no one could feel like him, he did what he felt.
Out in the summertime city, walking down the streets, wasn't it a pity that there was so much to tie him down? Hanson was leaving tonight to somewhere he couldn't be found.
While down at the edge of town
At a pool hall where they all hang around
You hear them talking about the girls they knew
And talk about what they're gonna do
Then you ask yourself, is this where you belong
Is it right, or is it wrong
Does it matter what's right, in the heat of the night
At the edge of town, he slipped into a pool hall where a bunch of high school kids like to hang out—students from his latest case. Tom nonchalantly wandered over to a nearby game to watch, all the while eavesdropping and hoping he could pick up some vital information to his case. So far, all the guys were talking about the girls they knew and what they were gonna do at school tomorrow. Hanson asked himself, Is this where I belong? Is it right, or is it wrong? But did it matter what was right, in the heat of the night?
Out in the streets tonight, under the neon lights
You're searchin' for something new
But nothin' is real, and no one can feel like you
They say that eagles fly in this red hot sky
But were they just passin' through
Or did they look down, and see what you found was true
The 21-year-old undercover cop left the hall and ended up walking out on the streets under the neon lights as he did earlier. He didn't know quite what he was searching for, but he knew it was for something new.
But nothing was real and no one could feel like him. He flashed back to a conversation he'd had with Jenko and Ioki, who'd said that eagles flew in the red-hot sky. But were they just passing through, he wondered now, or did they look down and see what I found was true?
But still in the back of your mind
You've got somethin' to believe in, but there's so much to find
As the bright lights dim, and the night closes in
You thought everything is ending, but it's yet to begin
And you ain't seen nothin' yet
But what you see you'll never forget, and you'll say
But still in the back of Hanson's mind, there was something he had to believe in, yet there was so much to find.
The bright neon lights and amber-colored streetlights dimmed as the night closed in and everyone closed up shop for the night. Tom Hanson Junior thought everything was ending, when in fact is had yet to begin. He hadn't seen nothing yet, but what he'd see he'd never forget.
Why oh why
Did it take you so long to want something more
Why oh why
Did you never get off on this before
Why oh why
Well, here it is, the love you've been waitin' for
Why oh why
Standin' in front of you like an open door
Why oh why did it take him so long to want something more than being a cop? Sure, he wanted to become one so he could enforce the law like his dad, but that wasn't all there was to it. As a matter of fact, why did he never get off on this—this being the only female cop on the team—before?
As if the thought of her called her up, Hanson saw Judy Hoffs walking over to him. The African-American asked when she was close enough to him to talk without yelling, "What are you doing out here so late at night?"
"What, can't a guy take a walk through town at night to enjoy the view?"
She laughed and punched him on the shoulder. "Surely there's more to it than that. I mean, here's the—"
He interrupted, "What are you doing out here?"
"I don't know exactly. I was finishing up at the office"—the office being the chapel—"and was feeling restless, so I decided to stretch my legs for a bit."
Well, here was the love he'd been waiting for standing in front of him like an open door. He'd have to be an idiot to close it off.
And then you ask yourself, is this where you belong
Is it right, or is it wrong
Does it matter what's right,
In the heat of the night
In the heat of the night, when you know it ain't right
But you do what you wanna do
You do what you feel, 'cause no one can feel like you
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