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Striding down the hospital corridor, Tom grinned happily to himself. He had stopped at the bakery and purchased half a dozen jelly donuts for Booker and he hoped that his gesture would help to cement his relationship with his new friend. It was a standing joke around the Chapel that Dennis always ate the jellies and although Tom knew it was a risk bringing in the exact same donuts that he liked, it was a gamble he was prepared to take. It was not as though it was an unusual liking; half the population of America probably chose jellies over any other type of donut. Therefore, he felt safe indulging Booker with his favorite dessert.
Walking into Booker’s room, his smile broadened. “Hey Dennis, I thought you might be sick of hospital food so I brought you—” Stopping mid sentence, he stared in surprise at Booker’s angry face. “What’s wrong?”
Dennis’ eyes narrowed and he gave Tom a withering look. “What’s wrong?” he parroted through clenched teeth. “Gee Officer Hanson, let’s see. What could possibly be wrong?”
A shiver of foreboding ran down Tom’s spine. The day he had been dreading had finally dawned, Dennis’ memory had returned and he knew who he was. Stepping forward, he put down the box of donuts and laid a gentle hand on Booker’s arm. “Dennis let me explain,” he replied quietly. “I only did it because—”
“NO!” Booker yelled as he snatched his arm away from Tom’s touch. “Fuck you Hanson… Fuck YOU! How could you do this to me, you lying sack of shit!”
Lowering his eyes, Tom’s lower lip pushed into a soft pout. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he mumbled awkwardly. “I did it to help you.”
Dennis’ eyes flashed with fury. “Help me? That’s bullshit! Do you hear me? BULL… FUCKING… SHIT! I know that this is some kind of twisted game to get back at me. Did you think it was funny to see me so vulnerable and in need of a friend? Oh I bet you and Penhall had a good laugh at how easily you played me. Was everyone at the Chapel in on it? Do you all hate me that much?”
“It wasn’t like that,” Tom muttered regretfully. “I don’t hate you, I just thought it would be easier to give you support if you didn’t know who I was.”
“Really?” Booker shot back sarcastically. “So I suppose it had nothing to do with feeling guilty over the shooting. If you hadn’t been screaming in my face that day, maybe I would have seen the gunman sooner and none of this would have fucking happened!”
Tom ran a shaky hand across his mouth. “Okay, maybe that was part of it,” he admitted in a quiet voice. “But Dennis I wasn’t pretending to be your friend these last few days. I’ve really enjoyed talking to you and—”
“Get out,” Booker commanded in a low voice.
“Dennis wait,” Tom pleaded quietly. “Just let me expl—”
“GET OUT!” Booker screamed as angry tears began to stream down his face. “I hate you Hanson! I fucking hate you! Now get out and leave me the hell alone!”
Shocked by the ferocity of Booker’s outburst, Tom turned and quickly exited the room with the police officer’s expletives still ringing in his ears.
**
Four weeks later
Sitting cross-legged on his desk, Tom watched as Booker hobbled into the room with the aid of a wooden cane. They had not spoken since their argument a month ago and he quickly ducked his head when Dennis shot him a filthy look.
Officer Harry Ioki was fully aware of what had happened between the two men and noticing Dennis’ glare, he nudged Tom and nodded his head towards the angry officer. “Looks like his little crush on you has worn off,” he smirked. “I guess he’s not so into you since you ripped his heart out.”
Narrowing his eyes, Hanson gave Harry a quizzical look. “What the hell are you talking about, who’s not into me anymore?” he asked.
“Dennis,” Ioki replied with a knowing smile. “He’s had a thing for you since day one.”
Tom snorted. “Firstly Harry, Booker’s hated me from the first time we met and it was only when he had amnesia and didn’t know who I was that he was nice to me. Secondly, he dates women not men.”
“Not always,” Officer Judy Hoffs interjected with a wink.
“Don’t be stupid,” Tom retorted crossly. “Booker’s not bisexual.”
“Au contraire mon ami,” Judy replied expressively. “Booker’s definitely dancing with both Ginger and Fred.”
When Tom stared at her in disbelief, Hoffs playfully punched him in the arm. “God Hanson, you’re so naïve at times,” she huffed in exasperation. “He’s crazy about you, or at least he was and who can blame him?”
“Yeah,” Harry intervened with a laugh. “I’d date you if I swung that way. You’re gorgeous.”
Tom glared angrily at his friends. “Shut up,” he growled. “You know how much I hate it when you say that.”
Putting her hand on her hip, Hoffs studied Tom’s face with interest. “I really can’t figure you out sometimes Hanson,” she confessed. “Do you just pretend that you don’t know how pretty you are or do you really not see it?”
Jumping down from his desk, Hanson’s scowl deepened. “You two are really starting to piss me off,” he snarled. “Why don’t you find someone else to play your childish games with?” When the two officers burst out laughing, he gave them the finger and walked briskly over to Penhall’s desk. “God they can be annoying,” he complained to his best friend. “They really need a case to work on rather than letting their imaginations run away with them.”
Doug looked up from his paperwork. “What’s the problem?” he asked.
Leaning against the filing cabinet Tom let out a sigh. “It’s nothing,” he replied quietly, “they’re just trying to get a rise out of me and I guess it worked.”
Penhall’s interest was piqued and leaning back in his chair, he gave Tom his trademark lopsided grin. “Tell me,” he encouraged.
Crossing his arms across his chest, Tom pushed out his lower lip in annoyance. “They said Booker’s got a crush on me.”
Doug’s mouth split into a wide grin and leaning forward, he slapped his hand on the desk. “Of course he does!” he exclaimed. “Jesus Hanson, I thought you knew! What rock have you been living under?”
Tom’s brown eyes filled with doubt. “You can’t be serious,” he muttered. “There’s no way—”
“Of course there’s a way!” Doug laughed loudly. However, when he noticed Dennis staring at them from across the room, he quickly lowered his voice. “Booker’s bi, there’s no doubt about that and he’s had a thing for you since he first laid eyes on you six months ago.”
Rubbing his fingers tentatively over his lips, Hanson cast a furtive glance in Booker’s direction before quickly returning his gaze to Doug. “Are you sure?” he asked in an uncertain voice. “Because he’s always taunting me and making my life hell. Why would he do that if he likes me?”
Sighing in frustration, Penhall gave his friend a measured look. “Come on Hanson, don’t be stupid. It’s obvious that the reason he does all those things is so he can have contact with you. If he didn’t continuously goad you, then you and he would barely talk.”
Doug’s words caused a light bulb moment for Tom and his eyes widened as he slowly came to the realization that what Doug was saying was true. “Shit,” he mumbled. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it too much Tommy,” Doug consoled with a wicked grin. “Since he got his memory back it looks like he’s lost that lovin’ feeling.”
Tired of being the butt of everyone’s jokes, Hanson glared at his friend. “Fuck you Penhall,” he spat furiously. “I don’t need this bullshit, especially from you.”
With the sound of teasing laughter resonating in his ears, Tom stormed angrily from the Chapel. He was so engrossed with his feelings of humiliation that he did not notice Booker’s dark eyes follow him as he left the building.
**
Standing at his office door, Captain Adam Fuller watched as Tom stormed from the building. It did not take Einstein to figure out that Hanson’s outburst had something to do with Booker. He knew his two young officers too well; both were hotheaded and prone to stubbornness and in fact, they were more alike than either man would care to admit. However, their extreme dislike of each other was proving to cause serious problems with their job performance and Fuller knew that if they did not reconcile their differences, one of the men would have to transfer to a different department.
Returning to his desk, he picked up the phone and made a call. He had a plan but he needed to find the right assignment before he could implement it. Twenty minutes later, he hung up the phone and smiled. He had found the perfect mission for Tom and Dennis and all he could hope was that by spending time together, they would find the key to rekindling the friendship that had begun to blossom in the hospital.
**
Tom returned to the Chapel carrying four cups of takeaway coffee in a cardboard tray. He had trouble saying sorry but he knew he had behaved petulantly and he wanted to make it up to his friends. Walking over to Judy and Harry, he gave them an embarrassed smile. “Coffee?” he offered quietly.
The two officers exchanged a brief look before turning back to Hanson. “Sure,” Judy replied softly as she took one of the cardboard cups. “Thanks Tom.”
“Thanks Hanson,” Harry responded with a smile. “This sure beats the bitter day old muck I’ve been drinking.”
Nodding silently, Tom turned and walked over to Penhall’s desk. When Doug ignored him, he cleared his throat noisily and put a coffee down next to his friend. When he still received no acknowledgement, he blew out his cheeks in frustration. “Look, I’m sorry okay?” he apologized in a downcast voice. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”
Looking up from his paperwork, Penhall studied Tom’s face before his lips twitched into a lopsided smile. “Apology accepted,” he replied amiably. “But seriously Hanson, you need to lighten up. It was just harmless teasing.”
Tom pulled up a chair and straddling it backwards, he rested his arms on the wooden back. “I know, I know,” he muttered as he sipped at his coffee. “It’s just I feel so guilty about Booker and I guess it hit a nerve.”
Doug leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. “He’s still not talking to you huh?”
Hanson sighed and shook his head. “No. I’ve left him a couple of messages but he hasn’t rung me back. So I was hoping today we’d get to talk face to face but I guess that’s not going to happen.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Doug saw their captain striding towards them wearing a stern expression. “Heads up,” he warned softly. “Fuller’s on the rampage.”
Turning his head, Tom gave his superior a quizzical look. “What’s up Coach?”
“My office now,” Fuller ordered in a commanding voice.
Tom raised his eyebrows at Penhall and stood up. “Just me Cap’n?” he queried.
Fuller turned and walked away. “Just you and Booker,” he replied over his shoulder.
Hanson let out a loud groan. “Perfect,” he muttered as he followed his superior into his office. He saw that Booker was already seated, his injured leg stuck out in front of him. Without waiting to be asked, he flopped down onto the empty chair next to Booker and crossed his arms defiantly across his chest. He had a horrible feeling that he was not going to like what his captain had to say.
Closing his office door, Fuller walked slowly and purposely behind his desk and sat down. Leaning his elbows on the worn wooden table, he tented his fingers under his chin and gave his two young charges a calculating look. “We have a problem,” he stated flatly.
Booker shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “What problem would that be Coach?” he asked quietly.
Lowering his hands, Fuller pointed purposely at the two men in front of him. “That would be the two of you,” he replied.
Tom chewed nervously on his lower lip as he cast a glance at Booker. “What do you mean?”
Tilting back in his chair, Adam Fuller let out a sigh before tenting his fingers under his chin once again. “I need officers who can work together,” he informed them in a voice tinged with tiredness.
“Meaning?” Booker asked sullenly.
“Meaning Booker,” Fuller snapped back irritably, “that if you two don’t start getting along, one of you has to go.”
Tom immediately sat up straight in his chair and gave his superior a disbelieving look. “Coach you can’t be serious! Surely you wouldn’t consider keeping him over me? I was here first and I’m a much better officer than he—”
“Yeah right!” Booker shot back angrily. “I wasn’t the one throwing a hissy fit in the parking lot when someone tried to kill me!”
Fuller rocked forward in his chair and forcefully slammed both hands down on his desk. “ENOUGH!” he yelled. Both men immediately stopped talking and stared at their captain in shock. They suddenly realized just how serious he was and they both felt a shiver of apprehension course through their bodies. This could mean the end of one of their careers at the Jump Street program and neither man wanted to be the one sent away.
When he once again had the two young men’s undivided attention, Fuller folded his arms and spoke in a calm voice. “I’m prepared to give you both a second chance,” he informed them, “but it’s a one shot deal. If you refuse to do it or return here still bickering like high school girls, I’ll have no choice but to send one of you to another department. Understood?”
Both officers mumbled “Yes Cap’n,” under their breaths and waited to hear their fate.
Seeing the apprehension on their faces, Fuller had to suppress a smile. He found it amusing that both men wore exactly the same expression and presented exactly the same body language. They were so similar and yet they fought constantly. Studying their faces, he wondered if it was a subconscious fight for dominance. Both officers were extremely attractive, fit young men in the prime of their lives and he could not help but think that perhaps Hanson was jealous of Booker. Tom had always been the one all the women swooned over but when Booker arrived on the scene, he suddenly found himself in competition with someone who was as equally appealing as himself. It made perfect sense but it did not solve the problem and Fuller knew what he had to do. Standing up, he walked around to the front of his desk and perching on the wooden surface, he gave his officers a weary sigh. “I’m sending the two of you on a bonding exercise.”
Hanson opened his mouth in protest but he immediately closed it when he saw his captain’s warning look. However, Booker was not so judicious. “What does that mean?” he asked moodily.
Keeping hold of his patience, Fuller gave his disgruntled charge a smile. “What it means Booker, is that you and Hanson are going on a road trip. You’ll fly to Omaha, hire a vehicle and drive to Elsmere. That two-hundred plus miles sitting in a car together should give you enough time to sort out your petty differences. When you get to Elsmere, you’ll pick up a teenage runaway, drive him back to Omaha and escort him on the plane back to sunny California. Any questions?”
Booker’s lip pushed into a soft pout. “It’s fucking freezing in Nebraska this time of year,” he replied sullenly.
Adam Fuller’s mouth split into an amused smile. “Well then Booker, I guess you’d better pack your thermals.”
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