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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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Sitting in the offices of Dodson and Dodson, Attorneys at Law, Tom picked nervously at his fingernails as he listened to Henry Dodson speak about his case. “You need to be prepared Tom, there are going to be a lot of questions as to why you, as a man in his twenties, was not able to fight off a teenage boy.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Booker exclaimed loudly. “There were five other fuckers holding him—”
“It’s okay Dennis,” Tom interjected quietly. “I know there was nothing I could do but their lawyers are going to try and use it as a defense.”
Dennis sat clenching and unclenching his hands as he tried to calm himself. He was finding the whole process of Tom’s court case difficult to deal with. He hated the thought that the teenagers’ lawyers were going to accuse Tom of fabricating the whole story because he had failed his assignment to find the murderer of Ricky Green. Although Hanson had told his captain about Matty’s veiled admission to giving Ricky the fatal overdose, it was only hearsay and there was no hard evidence. Neither was there any DNA evidence to support Tom’s claim that he had been sexual assaulted by any of the boys. There was some talk of Jerome Jackson entering a plea to a minor charge of battery for inflicting cigarette burns to Tom’s arms but because Hanson had inflicted wounds upon his own person, even that was unlikely to happen. To Booker, the whole case seemed doomed from the beginning. But he kept his fears to himself, not wanting to cast any doubts into Tom’s mind about what he was doing. Dennis knew that even if the jury came back with a verdict of not guilty, Tom would gain some sort of closure from the experience and he would finally be able to close the lid on all the bad memories.
Finishing the meeting, Henry Dodson shook hands with Hanson. “Try and get some sleep tonight Tom, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow.”
Tom nodded and taking Booker’s hand, they left the building. As they walked down the street, Booker cast furtive glances at his lover. He thought Tom already looked tired; the black smudges under his eyes a telltale sign that Tom had been having trouble sleeping. Walking into a trendy café, Booker bought two cups of strong, black coffee and carried them over to a booth. They sat opposite each other in silence as Tom added packet after packet of sugar to his cup. Booker reached out and laid a gentle hand on Hanson’s arm, preventing him from pouring anymore into his coffee. “I think that’s enough,” he smiled softly.
When Tom looked up, his eyes glistened with tears. “I don’t think I can do this,” he whispered, his face a picture of misery.
Booker chose his words carefully. “I believe in you Tommy, you’re stronger than you think. Just remember, whatever the outcome, we both know the truth. Forget about whether those bastards will be found guilty, you need to do this for your own peace of mind.”
Taking his lover’s hand in his, Tom gave Dennis an appreciative smile. “When did you become so insightful?” he asked, as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
“You know me,” Booker laughed. “Handsome, astute, brilliant and an awesome lover. I’m the whole fucking package.”
Tom grinned back, his fears slowly evaporating. He knew Dennis was right, he did need to go through the agony of the court case so he could put everything that had happened to him in Riverbend behind him. Once the judge read the verdict, he would be able to close that chapter of his life and look forward to a future with Booker. A week before, he had handed in his resignation to Captain Fuller. He knew he would never be able to return to the job he loved because of the disability to his hands. Fuller had been reluctant to accept it at first but Hanson had been adamant. It was another chapter he needed to close so he could begin to move on with his life. The police force had paid all his medical bills and he would receive a small pension for the rest of his life but he wanted to find something else to fulfill him in the way the Jump Street Program had.
Sipping his coffee, he pulled a face as the sugary sweetness hit his taste buds. Pushing the cup away, he gave Booker a cheeky smile. “How about you take me home and take my mind off my troubles,” he suggested flirtatiously.
Booker gulped down his coffee and standing up, he held out his hand to Hanson. “Let’s go,” he grinned.
Tom laughed and taking his lover’s hand, he stood up. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips lovingly against Dennis’ soft pout. “I love you,” he whispered.
After kissing Tom tenderly, Booker stared deep into Tom’s eyes. “Not as much as I love you,” Booker murmured, as he kissed Tom’s forehead.
Entwining their fingers together, the men exited the café and walked back to their car. On the short drive home, Tom stared silently out of the window. In the hours to follow, he knew Booker would help him to forget what was to come. But no matter how much Dennis helped him to put the trial out of his mind, there was no avoiding tomorrow morning when he would stand face to face with his attackers and it would all come down to their word against his.
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Opening statements from both the prosecutor and the defense lawyer, took all of the morning session to complete. Tom chose not to sit in court, preferring to wait with Booker until the court officer called him to give his evidence. He had asked that no one from Jump Street attend the hearing. He did not want them to know the extent of what had happened to him, not even Penhall. The only person he wanted in the courtroom was Booker. He knew that by being able to gaze at his lover, he would gain the strength he needed to testify. Dennis knew everything he had endured and therefore, Tom knew he would not view him any differently after the case was over.
The courthouse foyer filled up as various cases convened for lunch. Hanson and Booker left the building and found a small diner several blocks away. As neither man was hungry, they shared a grilled chicken sandwich but both men barely touched their meal. They talked about everything except the case, not wanting to think about what was to come. As the minutes ticked past, Booker could see the tension in Tom’s face as he became increasingly quiet. He wished he could carry the burden for Hanson but all he could do was give Tom the love and support he needed to cope mentally, both during and after the trial. Taking Tom’s hand in his, he gave the fingers a gentle squeeze. “It’ll soon be over baby,” he muttered. “Then you and I can get on with living our lives.”
Tom tried to smile but his eyes were full of despondency. “I just can’t help feeling that it’s all a waste of time. Who’s going to believe that an undercover police officer suffered at the hands of teenagers?”
“We’ve got Doctor Hubert’s and Doctor Haverland’s testimony about your injuries,” Booker pointed out, hoping to alleviate Tom’s fears. “Plus Doctor Lewis will attest to the psychological difficulties you faced after the attacks. Don’t give up now Tommy, let’s tackle this with a positive attitude. Your testimony will be far more convincing if you do.”
Hanson knew Booker was right. The defense attorney would swoop upon any hesitancy or apprehension he showed whilst on the stand. He needed to stay calm and deliver his testimony in a clear and concise manner. If he showed any weakness, it could damage his case irrevocably.
Looking at his watch, Tom stood up. “This is it,” he said, managing a weak smile. “Time to face my demons.”
Booker pulled him into a warm embrace. “You’ll do great and if you need some reassurance, just look at me, okay?”
“Okay,” Tom replied. Taking Booker’s hand, they walked back to the courthouse.
**
When Tom sat down at the witness stand, he could feel himself starting to perspire. He glanced over at Booker and he instantly relaxed. He was here now, all he had to do was get through the questioning and it would be over. As Henry Dodson began to quiz him about how he came to be in the Riverbend Juvenile Facility, Tom’s eyes glanced at Matty Richardson. The teenager’s eyes flashed dangerously and pursing his lips, he blew Tom a kiss. Hanson immediately lost focus and he began to stutter. Remembering Dennis’ words, he found his lover’s face in the crowded courtroom and centered on his gaze. He instantly calmed and he managed to answer all of Dodson’s questions, including the harrowing details of the rapes, without pause. However, he did allow the faintest hint of emotion to creep through, without breaking down completely. His eyes filled with tears as he recounted the first night the teenager’s had entered his locked cell and how after the vicious rape was over, Morty the guard had taken him for a shower. His testimony was heartfelt and he knew he could not have done it any better.
When the defense lawyer began his questioning, Tom’s fears had completely evaporated. He remembered Henry Dodson’s instructions and he answered every question in a calm manner without getting angry at the implied suggestions that he had made the whole thing up. He noticed several of the Riverbend boys squirming uncomfortably in their seats and it gave him pleasure to know that they were beginning to realize the implications of what they had done.
As he left the stand, Tom glanced at the jury and he noticed several members were wiping tears from their eyes. He had done all that he could do and he had done it to the best of his ability. Now it was up to Dodson to continue to present his case with the witnesses who were to follow. Walking out of the courtroom, Tom felt a huge weight lift from his shoulders. It was over. No matter what the outcome was, he could now focus on his future instead of his past.
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Meeting Tom in the foyer of the courthouse, Booker pulled him into his arms and squeezed him tightly. “You did amazingly baby,” he whispered. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
Tom’s eyes filled with tears as the emotion of the day finally caught up with him. “Take me home,” he murmured. “I want to spend some time just you and me.”
Draping his arm around his lover’s shoulder, Booker escorted Tom from the courthouse. He too wanted nothing more than to lie with Tom in the privacy of Hanson’s apartment. The next few days would consist of meetings with Henry Dodson’s partner, Maria Dodson so they could discuss how the case was going. Dennis knew that there were still some difficult days ahead but he was confident Hanson would handle it with the poise he had shown on the witness stand.
As they lay together, passionately releasing their stress with gentle strokes and touches to each other’s naked bodies, Booker knew in his heart that regardless of the verdict, Tom would be okay.
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