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Poor Tom	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own 21JS or the characters. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. All characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Note: As an avid Led Zeppelin fan, I have taken the name of this fic (plus all the chapter names) from Led Zeppelin songs. Why you may ask? Well, it is purely because there are some fantastic song titles to play with that fit in brilliantly with this fic, especially the title “Poor Tom” I mean really, how perfect is that! Enough said, I hope you enjoy my story.
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Sitting alone in a tiny solitary confinement cell, Tom could hear Doug’s anguished screams resonating off the walls. A feeling of complete hopelessness overwhelmed him as he struggled to come to terms with his current situation. He and Doug had only been undercover at the Riverbend Juvenile Facility for a few days and so far, nothing had gone to plan. Their orders had not come from their regular commanding officer, Captain Adam Fuller but from a Captain Arthur McCormick who had taken over the Jump Street command temporarily whilst Fuller took a deserved three-day break. He and Doug were in the detention center masquerading as Tom and Doug McQuaid, two delinquent brothers who had bad attitudes and rap sheets as long as their arms. Their Jump Street colleagues Dennis Booker and Harry Ioki were also undercover at the facility as the Samurai Boys, just in case things turned ugly. Their assignment was relatively simple, find out who had murdered a detainee by the name of Ricky Green. According to the autopsy report, someone had forcibly injected Ricky with an overdose of heroin and Arthur McCormick wanted to know who was responsible and how the drugs were getting into the center.
Everything had been going to plan until Tom and Doug entered their cell. Unbeknownst to Hanson, Doug suffered from chronic claustrophobia. Their first night locked in, Doug had paced back and forth along the length of the chipped floor, his nervous energy slowly driving Tom crazy. Hanson had finally been able to calm his partner by sitting up all night and talking to him. Their conversation had been somewhat morose. They had discussed the pros and cons of sending juveniles into places such as Riverbend and whether or not it scared them straight or just scared them so much that they had nothing else left to fear. The following morning, overtired and irritable from lack of sleep, Tom had confided to Booker his fears about Doug’s erratic behavior. Dennis took it upon himself to score some sleeping tablets from another detainee, Matty “The Hammer” Richardson , who was effectively in charge of Zone D, which was more commonly known as The Dead Zone or just The Zone. When Booker had attempted to pass the drugs onto him, Hanson had reacted badly, knocking the pills out of Dennis’ hand and onto the asphalt of the exercise yard. He had told Dennis that there was no way he was giving his partner drugs and he would find another way to deal with Penhall’s phobia. It was this solitary act out in the yard that had ultimately been Tom’s undoing. Matty Richardson had taken an instant dislike to Tom and Doug, so he seized his chance to stick it to the McQuaids by reporting to the Facility Director Mr. Clayton Bates that he had seen Tom making a buy. Matty had then ordered his flunkey, Jerome “Bloodhound” Jackson, to plant drugs in Doug and Tom’s cell. Guards had searched their cell and found the illicit substance and Tom knew there was no point in protesting his innocence and saying someone had framed them. So he took the fall, knowing that Doug would not be able to cope in solitary. His only fear was how Doug would deal with being on his own once the guards locked him in for the night.
His partner’s tormented screams from a solitary cell next door answered his question. Doug had obviously suffered a melt down and the irony was that he had ended up in a room smaller than his original cell. Sitting on the cold, cement floor, Hanson covered his ears in an attempt to drown out Penhall’s tortured screams. He could only hope the guards would realize that Doug was not faking it and take him out of his claustrophobic environment; otherwise, there was a real risk that his partner would lose his mind completely.
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Hours after his arrival, Doug’s screams had turned to a pitiful whimpering and Hanson had finally managed to grab a few hours sleep whilst uncomfortably curled up on the hard concrete floor. Sometime during the early hours of the morning, he heard guards enter the block and take Doug away. Tom was not sure if he felt relief or fear for his partner. He could only hope that now that Doug was out of solitary, he would once again be able to function as a trained undercover officer. They were in an unpredictable setting and Tom needed Penhall to be fully alert and have his back if needed. Although The Dead Zonehoused teenagers aged between fourteen and seventeen, Tom was aware that many of them were hardened criminals who would think nothing of sticking a fellow detainee with a homemade shiv if the opportunity arose. At twenty-one years of age, Hanson was older than any inmate housed at Riverbend but physically, he was a lot smaller than many of the teens. He could hold his own in a one on one fight but if he found himself attacked by a gang, he knew he would be in big trouble. Another concern was that security in the center was incredibly lax. The head guard Morty, would ignore almost anything if enough money crossed his palm. Add in the fact that Matty "The Hammer" appeared to run The Zone without too much interference from the security staff and Tom knew he would have to tread carefully. The assignment was turning out to be far more risky than what Captain McCormick had led them to believe during their briefing. Since arriving, Tom had not even been able to make a phone call because Matty was also in charge of the telephone. It was standard procedure when on a case to report in and Tom wondered if McCormick was pissed because neither he nor Penhall had made the call. Hanson was well aware that if Fuller had been in charge they would have been far better prepared and a backup plan would have been set in place in case of unforeseen circumstances. Tom laughed silently to himself. Doug’s emotional breakdown had certainly fit that criterion.
The loud clanging of a metal door opening had Tom scrambling to his feet. Moments later, he heard loud footsteps echoing down the narrow corridor. The bolt of his cell door screeched annoyingly as a guard pulled it back and the door slowly opened. Hanson squinted his eyes as sunlight flooded into his cell. “Time's up McQuaid,” the guard advised him. “You’re going back to The Zone.”
“Where’s my brother?” Tom asked, concerned for Doug’s state of mind but keeping his voice casual.
“County loony bin from what I heard,” the guard laughed as he shoved Tom in front of him. “Looks like you’re on your own now.”
Tom managed to contain his smirk. He was not alone, he still had Booker and Ioki but of course, all anyone at Riverbend knew was that the McQuaids and the Samurai Boys were acquainted with each other, not that they were in fact colleagues. He was grateful that McCormick had at least had enough smarts to send in backup, otherwise he would be screwed.
Upon entering Zone D, Tom immediately looked around for Harry and Dennis, hoping that they could have a quiet chat about what had happened to Penhall. Not seeing them in the recreation room or their cell, he wandered out into the open-air exercise yard. It took several minutes for him to realize that neither of the undercover officers were outside. Spotting a tall lanky offender by the name of Mick, Tom walked over and addressed him. “Have you seen the Samurai Boys? They owe me money.”
Mick tossed away the cigarette he had been smoking and ground it out with the toe of his boot. “Transferred this morning to the Cavan Center,” Mick replied. “Guess you won’t be getting your money back.”
A cold shiver ran down Tom’s spine. “Who ordered it?” he inquired, careful to keep his tone neutral.
Mick lit up another cigarette. “Bates, from what I heard. He reckons they were in need of some extra discipline.”
Tom nodded and began to walk away, his mind in turmoil. He felt a hand on his arm and he turned back around. “You’d better watch yourself McQuaid,” Mick warned, blowing smoke into Hanson’s face from his freshly lit cigarette. “Word’s out that Matty don’t like you much. If you ain’t careful, you’re gonna find yourself in a world of pain.”
“Yeah?” Tom replied, channeling his inner McQuaid I don’t give a fuck attitude. “Maybe Matty’s the one who needs to watch out.”
Mick smirked. “That’s tough talk Tommy, but somehow I doubt you’re gonna be a match for The Hammer.”
Tom smiled as though completely unfazed whilst inside his heart was pounding. “I guess we’ll soon find out,” he replied as he caught sight of Matty striding towards him with his gang of lackeys in tow.
Mick stepped backwards. “Good luck,” he murmured with a laugh.
Hanson immediately went on the defensive and before Matty had even stood still, he slammed his fist into the teenager’s jaw. Matty hit the ground hard, his expression dazed. Tom danced lightly on his toes, his fists raised. “Who’s next?” he challenged, knowing he was probably going to receive an almighty beating but needing to stand his ground so as not to blow his cover.
“Oh man, you are so fucked,” Bloodhound replied, glaring angrily at Hanson. “Nobody takes down The Hammer.”
The beating was over in minutes. Tom lay on the ground, his face covered in blood and his bruised ribs screaming with pain. Nobody stayed to help him, they all wandered away once it was obvious that the fight was over. Bloodhound had laid one final brutal kick to Tom’s battered body before leaning down and whispering in his ear. “You’ve made yourself a lot of enemies McQuaid, you’d better sleep with one eye open.”
Spitting blood onto the ground, Tom gazed up at the tall youth. “Six to one ain’t a fair fight. Let’s see what happens when it’s just me and Matty.”
Bloodhound laughed. “That ain’t ever gonna happen Tommy. Matty runs The Zone and we’ve all got his back. You’d better realize that we own you now and there ain’t nothing you can do about it.”
Tom could still hear Bloodhound’s laughter as he walked away to join his mates. Scrambling to his feet, Hanson stood swaying for a moment before limping back inside, his arms wrapped around his aching ribs. He entered his cell and closed the door before lying carefully on the lower bunk. He draped an arm across his bruised eyes and tried to control his breathing. Every rise and fall of his chest had his ribs screaming with pain and tears threatened to spill from his dark eyes. His only hope was that Fuller was now back in charge at Jump Street and realizing that he had not reported in, would find a way to contact him or pull him out. If not, Hanson knew he was in serious, life threatening trouble.
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