Mike woke up to the sound of the birds chirping outside his window instead of the normal irritating buzzing of his alarm. As the images from his dream faded slowly, he laid there grinning. Reaching for his phone on the nightstand beside his bed, he turned off the set alarm. He looked through his texts to make sure that the ones between him and Jess were still there. That made his grin even wider.
Stretching as he rose to his feet, heading to the kitchen to start the coffee maker before the scheduled brew time. Heading back to the living room putting on his favorite rock radio station, as he does his normal morning workout of pushups and situps.
Once he completed his daily workout, he headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Wrapped in a towel, he stood in front of the mirror for a leisurely shave and combed out his hair. He tried parting his hair a bit differently to get a different look. Heading to the bedroom closet, he grabbed his favorite dark blue button up and black dress pants. After examining them closely, he determined that they needed to be ironed. Whistling merrily, he took them into the laundry room and turned on the iron.
As he was pressing the shirt, his phone chimed to announce a new text. He smiled, knowing before he picked up the phone that it was from Jess. It read, "good morning handsome - heading to the airport shortly - hopefully, if everything goes as planned I should land at metro by noonish at the latest!"
Smiling as he replied, "Just be safe babe, cant w8 to see you!" Putting his phone down on the counter next to him, accidentally bumping the back of his hand against the hot iron " FUCK!! That's hot... Ok so this isn't just a dream after all" he chuckled as he made his way to the kitchen to get an ice pack.
While in the kitchen he poured his coffee into his travel Mug, headed to the laundry room grabbing his pants and shirt, making sure the iron is off, then to the bedroom to get dressed. Grabbing his Light blue tie quickly dressed and headed to the precinct.
Thirty minutes later. He walked onto the SWAT floor whistling as he made his way through the aisle of desks. Most of the team for the shift was already there. Each shift comprised of 15 member team, which was lead by a Sergeant. The Tactical command of the group was with a lieutenant on each shift, who in turn reported to the Captain of the SWAT. Most of the people in Mike's team were ex-military, with a significant number of years in the force. Lately, a few rookies had been assigned to Mike, as certain people were expected to be promoted later in the year. While Mike was not a hard boss, he was well respected by his team.
Therefore, Mike's current mood was in contrast to what they had grown accustomed to over the past few years. Mike's usual routine was to get his coffee, respond to a greeting with a curt reply and entered his office to start his day. The whistling and the huge grin was very out of character. They stole a glance at each other and looked at Mike rather warily.
"Good morning Team! Aren't Detroit mornings the best in May?" he asked smiling as he laid down a box of Krispy Kreme on the counter next to the coffee pot.
Grabbing a donut for himself, he headed toward his office with his refilled mug of coffee. He left the door open, instead of the usual slamming, it shut. Putting the mug and his phone onto the desk, sitting in his chair. After logging on, he started going over his work emails.
Strange looks and murmurs went around the room. Watson leaned over to Perez and asked, "You don't think.. that he got laid.. do you?"
Perez shrugged his shoulders as he replied, "Either that or those donuts are laced with something. He could be high!"
The team looked at the box of doughnuts as if they were poisoned. Just then, their new rookie, Tyrone Adams walked in. He greeted everyone and headed to the counter to grab a cup of coffee. As he put the pot back, he spotted the box of doughnuts. He exclaimed, "Hey, who bought Krispy Kremes! I love these things." He grabs one and took a bite as he turns around. Everyone was staring at him.
With a mouth full of a doughnut, "What?" he asked. After a slight pause, there was a big scramble as everyone helped themselves to some doughnuts.
As the last donut was consumed, Sgt. Chantelle Benson came in for some coffee. Spotting the empty box, she turned to face the room and inquired, " Alright! I got two questions. One, who brought these? And two, none of yall thought to save one for me?" She glared at them as the team tactfully went about trying to look busy. Mike was the big boss of that team, but Chantelle was the Mama bear.
Mike walked out to grab more coffee seeing the box on the floor he laughed "Well that didn't take long! Glad you guys enjoyed them" whistling as he walked toward the counter.
Watson calls out " Hey LT. Which side of the bed did you wake up on, this morning?'
Quickly Perez added, " and who was on the other side of the bed?"
They all laughed as Mike replied smiling " Alright guys enough about my life. How about we get some actual work done?!"
"Watson and Perez, We have a request for another VIP request from the mayor on Monday." Mike continued
" Yea, there is a rumor going around that Jessica Young is going to be the guest of Honor," Adams added.
Mike's mouth almost smiled at just the mere mention of her name. However, keeping his composure under control, he replied, " It's not a rumor. it's a fact! Miss Young is going to be the guest of honor. So I need you guys to be on your top game. That means eyes on the threat axes more, drool over Miss Young... not so much!"
"In the meantime, we have a lot of paperwork to catch up on so get to it guys!" Mike said as he walked back into his office. As he puts his mug back onto his desk, sitting at his desk. Chantelle walked in slamming the door behind her.
Walking over to Mike's desk, she squares up and looks him in the eyes. She asks, "Alright what's up? Who is she?"
Mike looks up at her confused " Who is who?!"
Chantelle huffs, as she pulls a chair and sits down. She looks at Mike and began speaking in a very matter-of-fact manner, "All right, if you want it spelled out, fine. You got up today and actually looked in the mirror when you combed your hair. You ironed your shirt twice. I know because you had a double crease on the right sleeve... which you attempted to fix. You brought donuts to work. And you did not ask about the threat board. Now I have seen these symptoms before. That was while you were married to the bitch. Your cloud 9 antics. So tell me, who is she?"
Just then, Mike's phone started to ring, and a picture of his ex-wife Kelly popped up on the screen. Chantelle rolled her eyes and grumbled, "Speaking of the bitch. It better not be her Mike, or I swear I will cut off your balls!"
"It is not her!" Mike laughed and picked up the phone. " Yes, Kelly? What's up?'
" Wow!, someone is chipper this morning! You must have gotten some last night, huh?" she asked in her usual questioning tone.
" haha that's so funny I forgot to laugh. But then again that concerns you how exactly?!" Mike stated as he tapped his fingers against the desk.
"It's not really! Just making an observation!' She quickly replied
" Kelly Why are you calling me?!' he asked
