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Ask Me No Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 2448 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Two separate police cars transported Hanson and Booker to the county jail. Tom stood silently as the guard behind the counter processed his paperwork. Occasionally he glanced around him, desperately hoping to catch a glimpse of Booker, but his colleague was nowhere in sight.
When the paperwork was completed, he was ushered into a shower room by a burly guard. “Strip,” the man instructed.
The color drained from Hanson’s face and his eyes grew wide with fear. As his body trembled with foreboding, he remained immobile, the panic causing his limbs to freeze and his mind to go blank.
“Are you deaf pretty boy?” Officer Matheson murmured against Hanson’s ear. “Take off your clothes… NOW!”
Tom started to hyperventilate and he frantically looked around the room, searching for a means of escape. "I’m not supposed to be here," his confused mind screamed. "It’s all a mistake, a huge mistake!"
Becoming impatient, the hack grabbed hold of Hanson and yanked his arm painfully behind his back. “If you won’t undress yourself, we’ll do it for you,” he growled and using his walkie-talkie, he radioed for backup.
Within moments, two large guards entered the room. It took only seconds for them to wrestle Tom to the floor and whilst two of the men held him down, the other began to undress him. Hanson started to fight back as his fear mounted and when the man yanked down his jeans and boxers, he started to scream hysterically. “NO! DON’T TOUCH ME! DON’T TOUCH ME!”
“Geez,” Matheson panted as he tried to maintain his hold on Hanson’s flailing limbs. “What’s his problem?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Officer Harrison replied. “Matheson, sit on him so Jacobs can spread his legs. I might as well do the cavity search whilst we’ve got him held down.”
Trent Matheson shifted his position so he was straddling Tom’s body and then he wrenched the young officer’s arms behind his back. Hanson screamed in pain and stopped moving but when two meaty fists grabbed his ankles and spread his legs open he once again started to struggle. “NO!” he screamed, as hot tears of fear and humiliation streamed down his cheeks. “OH GOD DON’T! PLEASE DON’T!”
Pulling on a plastic glove, Harrison kneeled down and pressing his face next to Tom’s, he gazed into the terrified young officer’s eyes. “This may hurt a bit,” he laughed and sitting up, he spread open Hanson’s cheeks and rammed his finger into his anus.
Tom only stopped struggling once the ordeal was over. All three hacks took out their metal batons before getting to their feet and they stood poised, waiting for a reprisal. However, Tom remained motionless on the floor sobbing quietly. “Throw him in the shower,” Harrison instructed callously. “The other one will be coming through soon.”
Matheson and Jacobs each grabbed an arm and dragged Tom into the cubicle. With a grin, Jacobs turned on the cold faucet and watched in delight as Tom curled into a ball under the freezing spray of water. “Fucking cops,” he muttered and Matheson threw back his head and laughed.
**
Dressed in a white t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, Tom stood holding two sheets, a blanket, pillow, towel, toothbrush, toothpaste and grey colored soap. He felt numb, unable to comprehend that he was actually in jail and facing a maximum sentence of eleven years for voluntary manslaughter.
He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and closing his eyes, he tried to ignore it. He was tired and all he wanted to do was escape to a happy place in his mind, to a place where there was no rape and no violence.
“Tommy,” the voice murmured. “Hey Tommy.”
Opening his eyes, Tom turned around and saw Booker standing behind him holding the same supplies in his arms. Once again, tears filled his eyes and he choked back a sob. Shifting his belongings to one arm, Dennis stepped forward and putting his free arm around Hanson, he pulled him in close. “It’s okay, I’m here,” he whispered against Tom’s ear.
“Break it up ladies,” Jacobs warned and after speaking into his walkie, the security gate in front of them slowly opened. “Move it,” he commanded and taking out his baton, he poked Booker in the back. Dennis hissed in pain as the metal bar jabbed against the large bruise that covered his right side. Nodding encouragingly at Hanson, he motioned for him to start walking. They wound through several corridors, each segregated by a security gate until eventually they stopped outside of large communal area that was surrounded by dozens of cells spanning over three floors. “End of the road girls,” Jacobs smirked and when the gate opened, he shoved them inside.
Booker gazed around him in horror. “Jesus,” he muttered softly. “They’ve put us in general population.”
As the security gate clanged closed behind them, Jacobs stepped forward. “You lucky couple get to share a cell,” he teased. “Second floor, cell number forty-two. Go up and make your bunks and then you can take your time introducing yourselves. I’m sure a lot of the inmates will be very interested to hear what your occupation is.”
The two men walked slowly up the metal stairs and with each step, they felt dozens of eyes boring into them. Once inside their cell, Booker threw his supplies onto the top bunk before taking Tom’s belongings from his arms and throwing them onto the lower bed. Reaching out, he laid the palm of his hand against Hanson’s smooth cheek. “Hey,” he murmured softly. “Are you okay?”
Tom moved away and sat down on the lower bunk. “Yeah,” he replied quietly before lifting his face and giving Booker a worried look. “What the hell are we going to do? When they find out who we are…” His voice trailed off and he lowered his gaze to the floor. “Jesus Booker, they’re going to kill us.”
Sitting down next to Hanson, Dennis took the concerned officer’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We watch each other’s backs,” he replied pragmatically. “We stick together day and night, okay?”
Lifting his head, Tom managed a small smile. “Yeah, okay,” he replied. “Hopefully we’ll only be in here tonight and once we go before the court tomorrow, our attorneys will get us out on bail.”
Returning the smile, Booker nodded in agreement but deep down, he was not as optimistic as Tom. Standing up, he began to make up his bunk but he stopped when two inmates entered the cell.
“Well looky here,” the taller of the two men said in a singsong voice. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a couple of new fish.” Moving forward, he reached out and ruffled Tom’s hair. “You’re a pretty one,” he murmured. “You’re gonna make a beautiful prag.”
Tom swatted the man’s hand away and standing up, he moved next to Dennis. “Fuck off.”
The man grinned, revealing several missing teeth. “You’re a feisty one. I like that,” he laughed. His eyes traveled over Booker’s tight, muscular body. “Mmm, another pretty little boy. It’s gonna be hard to choose between the two of you.”
Booker stepped forward and his eyes narrowed into slits. “If you lay a hand on me or my friend I’ll punch your remaining teeth down your throat,” he muttered in a low, threatening voice.
A heavy scowl creased the man’s brow and he jabbed his finger hard against Dennis’ chest. “Yeah? You and whose army boy?”
Tom felt a surge of anger rise up inside of him and stepping forward, he stood beside Booker. His eyes flashed dangerously and Booker’s antagonist took a step back in surprise. “I’ve had a really bad week,” he muttered softly. “You really don’t want to get on my bad side.”
The man’s eyes filled with uncertainty but to save face with his fellow inmate, who had remained silent throughout, he laughed loudly. “Okay pretty boy, as it’s your first day I’ll give you a pass. But I warn you, I’ll be watching you and when you least expect it… POW!” The man slammed his fist against the palm of his left hand. “You’ll be wishing you’d been nicer to me.”
Booker and Hanson watched silently as the two men left their cell. Once they were alone, Tom’s bravado faltered and he sat down heavily on the bed. “Shit,” he whispered and he buried his face in his hands.
Sitting down on the bunk, Dennis put his arm around Tom’s shoulders and tried to make light of the situation. “Geez Hanson,” he laughed. “You even had me scared.”
Tom jumped to his feet and started pacing the floor of the small cell as his hands raked wildly through his hair. “This isn’t funny!” he yelled. “Jesus Christ Booker we’re in jail! How can you sit there making fucking jokes after everything we’ve been through, after everything we’ve seen, after every…”
Tom covered his eyes with his hand and started to sob. “I can’t do this!” he cried. “Oh fuck! How the hell did this happen?”
Standing up, Booker pulled Tom into his arms. “You’ve got to be strong Tommy,” he muttered as his hand stroked Hanson’s back. “You know what it’s like in here, any sign of weakness and—”
A loud bell rang out followed by the sound of dozens of feet walking up the metal steps. “Count!” an authoritative voice sounded over the PA system.
Hanson pulled away from Booker’s embrace and sniffing loudly, he wiped at his teary eyes. Both men stepped out onto the narrow platform outside their cell and waited until a CO walked passed and called out their names. Walking back into their cell, they continued the process of making their beds and several minutes later, another guard walked past and after peering in at them, he spoke into his radio and the security gate at the front of their cell slammed closed.
Tom climbed onto his bed and lying back against his pillow, he closed his eyes. Booker remained standing for several more minutes before climbing onto the top bunk and mirroring Hanson, he closed his eyes and tried to block out the unnerving sounds that echoed around the jail.
**
Awakening from a light sleep, it took Dennis several moments to remember where he was. Rubbing his hand over his face, he groaned softly. The jail was silent except for a soft moaning that rose up from the bunk below. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and nimbly jumped to the floor.
Soft moonlight shone through the small barred window and illuminated Tom’s features. Although asleep, he wore a troubled expression and his head moved slowly from side to side. Another soft moan escaped his lips and Dennis’ felt as though his heart would break. Hanson was so beautiful that it would be difficult for him to remain unnoticed in a jail full of sex-starved men. Booker knew it was common for heterosexual men to find a mate whilst incarcerated and the relationships were not always consensual. He was terrified that Hanson would become a target and all he could hope was that he would be able to protect him.
Sitting down on the thin mattress, he placed a hand on Tom’s shoulder. Hanson’s eyes flew open in fear but he quickly relaxed when he saw Booker sitting beside him. Wiping his hand over his mouth, he managed an uneasy smile. “Jesus Booker, you scared the life out of me,” he whispered.
Dennis returned the smile. “Sorry, you were moaning in your sleep,” he replied quietly. He hesitated for a moment and his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay?”
The absurdity of the inquiry was too much for Tom and he let out a low, hollow laugh. “Sure,” he replied sarcastically. “I’ve never been better.” Seeing the pain on Booker’s face, he let out a sigh. “I’m fine Dennis,” he replied quietly and his expression softened. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be here alone and I don’t think I could have survived that. So thanks, it means a lot.”
Booker’s heart skipped a beat and his stomach flip-flopped happily. It was the first time that Tom had used his given name and hearing it tumble off the lips of the man that he knew he was slowly falling in love with warmed his heart. Standing up, he smiled down at Hanson. “Yeah well, what are friends for?” he asked softly.
“Who'd have thought we’d ever be friends?” Tom replied with a chuckle. “Fuller will never believe it.”
Laughing lightly, Booker climbed back up to his bunk. Lying back against his pillow, he placed his arms behind his head and gazed up at the ceiling. It had taken unspeakable horrors, but his and Tom’s relationship had finally moved to a new phase and as difficult as it was to believe, they now had a special bond that would be difficult to break.
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