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Then As It Was, Then Again It Will Be	By : OpenPage Category: 1 through F > 21 Jump Street Views: 1347 -:- 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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Hanson finished off two more beers before deciding to call it a night. He quietly opened the bedroom door so as not to disturb Booker. He undressed down to his t-shirt and boxers before climbing into bed. He lay there almost without breathing, his mind full of the night’s events. He could not get his thoughts off that kiss. His body had reacted in a way he had not expected. He could not remember the last time he had enjoyed a kiss so much. He thought maybe it was the beer that had made him feel the way he had. But deep down he knew that kissing Doug would not have brought on those kinds of feelings. Part of him hated Fuller for putting him in this situation and the other part of him was terrified as to what it all meant. He was not that naïve that he did not realize that people often experimented with their sexuality, especially during college years. But he had always seen himself as heterosexual. He had never once been attracted to another man and yet now he could not get one kiss out of his mind and that kiss had been with Booker of all people. He let out a soft moan of frustration, but instantly regretted it as he felt Booker roll over to face him.
“You okay?” Booker asked, propping himself up on one arm.
Tom turned to face his bedmate, mirroring his position by propping up on one arm also. “No, Booker. Not really.”
An uncomfortable silence stretched out before them until Dennis finally spoke, his voice angry. “I’m sorry, okay? It was a stupid idea to practice being a couple. I only suggested it because… fuck! I don’t know why I suggested it. I just want to catch the assholes that are beating and raping gay men. I won’t force you to do anything else you don’t want to. So let’s just leave it and get some sleep.”
Booker turned his back to Tom, immediately ending the conversation. With a sigh, Hanson turned away. He closed his eyes but found sleep elusive. He could still feel Booker’s lips on his and try as he might, he could not take his mind off it. After two hours of driving himself crazy, he eventually got up and went into the living room. Switching on the TV, he lay on the couch until his eyes finally closed and he fell into an uneasy slumber.
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Booker woke to the smell of bacon and eggs. Rolling over onto his back, he yawned loudly and stretched out his tired limbs. He had heard Hanson leave the bedroom during the night and had contemplated following him. However, he decided to leave the other officer alone so as not to make the situation worse. He wondered now, in the clear light of day, how Tom would react to what had happened the night before. With a sigh, he knew he could not put off the inevitable. Grabbing clean clothes, he opened the bedroom door.
Tom was already showered and dressed and standing over a fry pan cooking breakfast. At the sound of the bedroom door, he turned to face a disheveled Booker. A smile spread across his lips, which caused Dennis to scowl.
“What’s so funny?” Booker asked moodily, a pout forming on his lips.
“Have you seen your hair?” Hanson laughed, pointing at Dennis’ tousled appearance.
“Yeah, right,” answered Booker, a slight smile passing his lips. “I bet you were a picture when you got up.”
Hanson grinned back, grateful that the awkwardness of the previous night was forgotten. “Hurry up and get ready, breakfast in ten.”
Booker exited the bathroom just as Tom was serving up. They sat at the breakfast bar and ate in silence, neither sure how to approach the other. Finally, Tom who broke the silence. “About last night… I don’t want it to be weird between us. We’ve got an important job to do and… well, personal feelings need to be put aside—”
“What personal feelings?” Booker interrupted, giving Hanson a dark look.
“I dunno,” Tom replied, running his fingers through his hair. “I guess I thought—”
“Thought I was trying to seduce you, is that what you thought?!” Dennis exploded. “Get over yourself Hanson, you’re not that fucking hot!” Booker stood up, violently crashing his stool to the floor. “Fuck you! I’ll see you at school.” Without another word, he stormed out of the apartment.
“Yep,” Tom murmured to the empty room. “No one’s gonna have a problem believing we’re a couple.”
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Tom drove towards the college, all the while keeping an eye out for Booker. He finally spotted him walking with his head down and his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Hanson slowed the car but his partner refused to acknowledge his presence. In frustration, Hanson sped up then slammed on the brakes. He jumped out of the vehicle and accosted Booker face to face.
“What the hell is your problem?” Tom yelled grabbing hold of Booker’s arm to stop him from walking away. Dennis lashed out with his fist, catching Hanson straight on the jaw. The smaller officer fell to the ground, his eyes wide with surprise. Booker stared down at him, his fists balled up in anger and ready for the counter attack. But Tom remained on the ground, gingerly rubbing his jaw.
“You feel better now?” he asked Booker, as he scrambled to his feet.
His partner reached out towards him but Hanson shrugged away and returned to his car. “You coming?” he called over his shoulder. Booker remained motionless for a few seconds before moving towards the car and getting into the passenger seat.
“That probably wasn’t the best public display of affection,” Tom remarked, looking in the rearview mirror as he checked his jaw for bruising. He turned towards his partner, but Dennis’ dark eyes refused to meet his. With a sigh, Tom pulled away from the curb and drove the remaining few blocks to Huntsfield College. He found a park and turned off the engine. Booker reached for the door handle but Hanson grabbed his arm. “We need to talk.”
Booker put his hands on the dash as though to calm himself. After a few moments, he turned to Hanson. “Okay. So what do you suggest we do? Huh? This is never going to work. One minute we’re fighting and the next… well, you’ve seen what happens next.”
“Yeah,” replied Tom quietly. “I can’t explain it either. But I want to continue with the case.”
Booker stared deep into Hanson’s eyes. “Do you? Do you really? ‘Cause you know what that means. There is going to be touching and there is going to be kis—”
“I know that!” Tom interrupted, rubbing his hands over his face. “And I can handle it. The question is… can you?”
Booker stared straight ahead, deep in thought. After a few moments he turned back to face his partner. “Yeah I can,” he said with a slight grin. “So how ‘bout we start behaving like undercover cops and find these bastards.”
Tom smiled back and gave Booker a mock salute. “Yes sir!”
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The two officers sat in the Dean of Admissions office filling out their paperwork. The only person privy to their real identities was the Dean himself. With their schedules organized and an hour to kill before their first lecture, they decided to take a stroll around campus. Tom slid his hand into Booker’s and entwined his fingers around his partners. Booker showed no reaction to the contact except to give Tom’s hand a slight squeeze. Together they walked outside into the bright sunshine. The campus was abuzz with students, some walking to class, others throwing Frisbees and many more picnicking on the manicured lawns. Booker leaned in close to Tom so he could whisper without others overhearing. “Over there, by the playing field. That’s where two of the victims were found.”
Tom nodded, and together they made their way over to where a group of jocks were passing a football back and forth. They stopped when they saw the two officers approach.
“Hey look fellas,” said the largest of the five men, as he tossed the ball from one hand to the other. “A couple of queers have come to join in.”
A good-looking man with fair hair came up to his friend and took the ball from him. “Leave ‘em alone Jenks, they’re not doing you any harm.”
Jenks eyed Tom and Dennis up and down, his face twisted with loathing. “I dunno Mike, I don’t like the idea of faggots stinkin’ up our school.”
Booker pulled free from Hanson’s grasp and made to attack the bigoted student. But Hanson pulled him back. “Don’t,” he muttered. “Not yet.”
Jenks pointed a menacing finger at Booker. “You’d better listen to your pretty boyfriend queer or you’re gonna get in a whole lot of trouble.”
As the two officers walked away, Hanson could feel Booker’s anger radiating through his body. Tom kept a calming arm around his partner’s waist until they had walked to the opposite side of the playing field. They stopped at a bench and sat down, neither of them speaking for several minutes. Finally, Tom broke the silence. “So, what do you think?” he asked.
Booker’s dark eyes flashed with fury. “I think there are too many assholes in the world.”
Tom could not help but smile. “Not really what I meant but yeah, I agree.” He placed a comforting hand on Dennis’ arm. “We need to keep an eye on those guys.”
Dennis nodded in agreement, his rage slowly subsiding at the touch of Hanson’s fingers. With a loud sigh, he stood up and offered his hand to Tom. “C’mon, we’ve got class.”
As they walked back across the playing field, Hanson could feel the jock’s eyes boring into their backs. He made a mental note of the two names they had heard and the time they had been on the field. Every piece of information could hold a clue as to who was responsible for the heinous crimes being committed against gay men. Hanson only hoped that they would figure it out before there was another attack.
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