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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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Dennis lay on the couch, furious that Tom had not followed him. He knew he had overreacted to the taunting from the man at the bar but it made him so fucking angry that people felt they had the right to judge him on his sexuality. In a normal situation, he would have punched the guy in the face so hard, cartoon birds would have flown above his head. But he was undercover on a case and Hanson was right to restrain him. However, he did not think Hanson was right to stay at the bar by himself. He knew Tom was more than capable of taking care of himself but that did not stop Booker from feeling uneasy. He looked at the clock and saw he had been home nearly three hours. Grunting, he heaved himself off the couch and headed for the door, just as the sound of sirens cut through the still night air. Turning, he walked over to the window and pulled the curtain aside. His heart began to race as he saw several police cars, lights flashing, stop beside the park across the road. Another siren sounded as an ambulance raced down the street. Several people had gathered, wondering what had happened.
Dennis did not wait to see any more, he ran from the room, desperately hoping that Tom was okay. As he approached the park, he contemplated showing his badge. Showing it would blow his cover but it would also allow him access to the scene. Reaching into his pocket his fingers grasped hold of the leather folder and he pulled it out, hiding it in his hand. As he neared the playing field, he could see two paramedics leaning over a prone body partially concealed by bushes. He hurried up to the nearest officer who was attempting to keep the gawkers at a distance.
“What happened?” Booker asked, desperately hoping that the officer was one who did not follow protocol and would not mind shooting his mouth off to a total stranger.
The police officer gave him a cold, hard stare. “Nothing to see, move away please.”
“I’m Officer Booker and I’m undercover with my partner, Officer Tom Hanson. Tell me what happened,” Dennis said as he flashed his badge at the surprised officer.
The uniformed officer introduced himself as Owen Taylor. As he steered Booker away from listening ears he spoke in a low voice. “Another young man has been found bashed. He’s unconscious and there are signs he may have been raped.”
Fear flashed across Dennis’ face and his heart began to pound. Nervously, he looked around him, hoping to see Tom in the crowd. Turning back to the older officer, he spoke quickly, trying desperately to keep his voice calm. “I need to see the victim. My… my partner is missing and we’ve been undercover as a gay couple. Please, I need to see who it is.”
Taylor nodded. He escorted Booker under the police tape that had cordoned off the area. As they approached the scene, he put a hand on Dennis’ arm and told him to stay back until he had spoken to the paramedics. It seemed as though hours passed before the officer returned and motioned for Booker to follow him.
As they approached, Booker could see that the young man was already on a stretcher with an IV in his arm. He appeared to be naked beneath the sheet that now lay across his waist. Bile rose in Dennis’ throat but he managed to force it down. His hands were shaking uncontrollably as the female paramedic turned and addressed him. “Make the ID quick, we need to get him to hospital.”
Booker felt paralyzed and he could not bring himself to move any closer. Officer Taylor gently took him by the arm and propelled him forward. They stopped within a foot of the stretcher and it was then that Dennis’ world fell apart.
Lying unconscious, his face a bloody mess and his eyes swollen shut, was Tom.
“Tom! Fuck no!” Dennis cried out.
The senior officer nodded to the paramedics and they wheeled Hanson away to the waiting ambulance. Moving forward, Taylor attempted to put a comforting arm around Booker’s shoulders. Dennis pulled away before dropping to his hands and knees and vomiting violently. Several minutes passed before he slowly stood and faced the uniformed officer, his face a mask of despair.
“Come on son,” Officer Taylor said gently. “I’ll give you a ride to the hospital.”
As Officer Taylor drove them towards Coleman Memorial Hospital, Dennis broke down. Burying his face in his hands, he sobbed uncontrollably for his injured partner.
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Booker sat with his head in his hands. He had managed to telephone Fuller before needing to run to the bathroom and vomit for a second time. He could not bring himself to phone Margaret Hanson. His only hope was that his Captain would shoulder that burden for him.
Hearing footsteps, he turned to see Captain Fuller and Penhall approaching. Standing up, he started to speak. “Coach I—”
There was no warning before Doug’s fist slammed into his face. Booker fell back against the wall, blood flowing from his broken nose.
“You SON-OF-A-BITCH!” Penhall screamed, grabbing Booker by the front of his shirt. Throwing his arm back, he got ready for another swing.
“PENHALL!” Fuller roared. “Enough!”
Doug kept his grip on Dennis but dropped his other arm. He gave Booker a hard shove, sending him crashing back against the wall. “If he dies, I will kill you,” he said to Dennis in a low, menacing tone.
Several hospital security guards arrived but Fuller was able to calm the situation. A nurse appeared with an ice pack and after examining Dennis’ injuries, hurried away. Penhall paced back and forth whilst continuously slamming his right fist into his left palm, no doubt wishing it were Booker’s face he was damaging. Time moved slowly. Whenever a doctor emerged, all three men instinctively turned, only to see the doctor hurry past on his way to some other emergency. Eventually, after more than two hours of waiting, a doctor addressed the group of worried officers.
“Who is the next of kin?” Doctor Reid asked brusquely.
Captain Fuller stepped forward. “I’m Hanson’s Commanding Officer, Captain Adam Fuller. I’ve been unable to reach Tom’s mother.”
The doctor nodded absently, all the while examining his clipboard. “Uh huh. Yes well, we will need to speak to her as soon as possible.”
“That’s it?” Doug asked, his tone confrontational. “I’m his partner and best friend, so you’d better tell me what the hell is going on.”
Once more Fuller intervened by placing a hand on Penhall’s shoulder. “Easy Doug,” he placated. Turning to the doctor, he continued. “Hanson is not only our friend and colleague, this is now an official police investigation. So please, is there somewhere we can talk?”
Doctor Reid considered Fuller’s statement before giving a small nod and motioning the three officers into the empty waiting room. Closing the door his manner became business like.
“Officer Hanson has sustained multiple injuries, the most serious being a head injury caused by blunt force trauma. There is swelling on the brain and he is in a coma. His whole body has received a very severe beating and we are currently doing scans to see how bad his internal injuries are. There are ligature marks on his wrists, which suggest the use of restraints. His wrist is broken and his left shoulder dislocated. It is probable the injuries occurred whilst he was trying to protect himself from his attacker.” The doctor paused whilst he consulted his notes. “There are deep lacerations on his back and Officer Hanson has been raped. There is significant anal tearing to suggest that the attack was brutal and prolonged. We will of course conduct a full rape kit and test for any STDs.” Looking up from his clipboard, he stood and opened the door. “I’m sorry, but that is all I can tell you at this time.”
The three Jump Street officers left the hospital in silence. As they walked outside Fuller turned to Booker, his look unsympathetic. “I want a full report on my desk by morning and that’s an order.”
Booker nodded, not daring to lift his head and meet the wrath of his superior officer. Penhall walked up and gave Dennis a hard poke in the chest with his index finger. “And after you write that report you’d better make yourself scarce around the Chapel ‘cause we don’t want you there no more.”
He and Fuller then walked away, leaving Booker alone with his grief.
**
The Chapel was mostly empty when Dennis arrived at 4am. He was glad that he did not have to face any accusatory stares from his fellow officers, especially from Penhall, Ioki and Hoffs. Sitting down he began the laborious task of typing up his report. Although tired and distraught, his mind remained fully focused on the job at hand. He left nothing out, including the kiss at the college bar. He felt no shame for how he and Hanson had conducted themselves on the case. His only real regret was storming off into the night and leaving Tom alone. If he had not let his emotions get the better of him, Hanson would not have been hurt. He had let his partner down and for that, Booker could never forgive himself. Having finished his report, Dennis was about to walk into Fuller’s office when the Commanding Officer entered the Chapel. Seeing Booker, Fuller’s expression hardened before softening slightly as he took in the sight of Dennis’ blackened eyes. He silently motioned for the officer to follow him and with a sigh, Dennis complied. After entering Fuller’s office, he closed the door.
“Take a seat Booker,” Fuller instructed, his voice sounding weary.
Dennis placed his report on Fuller’s desk, and sat down. A long silence stretched out between the two officers as Fuller read Dennis’ account of the case. When he had finished he looked Dennis straight in the eye. “There’s nothing in there that you want to change?”
Booker shook his head. “No Cap’n.”
“You’re sure?” Fuller continued. “You understand that this report will be on permanent file.”
“Are you worried about mine or Hanson’s reputation?” Booker asked frostily. “I’ll admit I was the one who screwed up but everything else in that report Hanson and I agreed on.”
“Is that right?” Fuller asked, not quite believing Dennis. “Because last time I checked, you two didn’t seem to like each other that much.”
Dennis stood up. “Yeah well, believe what you like. I’ve done as you’ve asked, so can I go now?”
Fuller nodded. As Booker opened the door, his Commanding Officer gave one last request. “Booker, I need your gun and badge. As of now you’re on suspension, pending a review.”
Dennis turned back, then slowly walked up to Fuller’s desk. He pulled out his gun and badge and laid them carefully in front of his superior. “Don’t bother Captain, I quit.” Without another word, he walked out, leaving the Chapel and his life as a police officer behind.
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