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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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When they arrived at Saint Mary’s, Hanson refused to tell the triage nurse the reason for his visit. Booker stepped forward and speaking in a quiet voice, he explained the need for blood tests, an internal exam and a rape kit. The rape kit was in all probability a waste of time but Dennis was going to leave no stone unturned. Any evidence, no matter how small, was evidence that could help to put a sadistic rapist behind bars. The catch was that they had to find the bastard first.
Sitting down on one of the red plastic chairs that lined the emergency room, Hanson filled in the required paperwork with a shaky hand. Once finished, he gave the clipboard back to the nurse and sat back down. His eyes remained downcast, refusing to meet Booker’s gaze. His right leg jiggled nervously and he chewed at the skin around his thumbnail. An hour past, then two and as the third hour ticked by, Tom stood up and broke the silence. “This is bullshit, let’s go.”
“Thomas Hanson?” a nurse called out and Tom’s eyes immediately filled with apprehension.
Standing up, Booker placed a reassuring hand on Tom’s arm. “You’ve come this far,” he murmured. “Don’t back out now.”
Swallowing down his fear, Hanson gave Booker a beseeching look. “Come with me?” he asked in a low voice.
Booker returned a small smile and nodded. The two men walked over to the nurse who was waiting impatiently for someone to answer her call. “I’m Tom,” Hanson muttered softly.
The nurse cast her eye at Booker before turning her attention to Tom. “Your boyfriend can wait here,” she instructed in an officious voice. “Now follow me.”
As the nurse took off down the corridor, Tom remained standing where he was. Suddenly realizing that Hanson was not beside her, she turned back around and strode purposely towards the two men. “Is there a problem Mister Hanson?” she asked irritably.
“Several,” Tom snapped, angry tears filling his eyes. “Firstly, Booker is not my boyfriend so don’t you dare fucking judge me because of why I’m here. Secondly, I want my friend to come with me and if that’s not allowed, then you and everyone else in this fucking hospital can go to hell!”
Sensing the distress in Tom’s voice, the nurse immediately changed her demeanor. “I apologize Mr. Hanson,” she replied in a calm voice. “It’s been a long shift. Of course your friend can come if that’s what you want.”
“It is,” Tom replied quietly.
They walked down the corridor, eventually stopping outside of a treatment room. The nurse motioned for Tom to enter. “Please take off all your clothing and put on the gown. Doctor Gillett will be in shortly.” Turning to Dennis, she nodded towards a chair in the waiting area outside the room. “You can wait for Mr. Hanson here.”
Without pausing, the nurse turned and walked quickly back down the long corridor. Booker sighed and gave Tom a comforting smile. “I’ll be right outside, okay?”
Tom nodded and he entered the room and closed the door. Dennis sat down on a chair and picked up a discarded magazine. Flicking through the pages, he could smell the faint scent of disinfectant and his stomach churned. Twenty minutes passed and Booker was starting to feel edgy when a doctor suddenly appeared accompanied by a young female nurse. Neither acknowledged him as they entered the treatment room and closed the door.
Another twenty minutes passed and then the door opened and the nurse stepped outside. “Are you Mr. Hanson’s friend?” she inquired softly.
Booker stood up, his dark eyes flickering with fear. “Is Tom okay?” he asked in a shaky voice.
The nurse closed the door and smiled reassuringly. “He’s fine. We’re just having a little trouble with the rape kit and the internal exam. He’s… well, he’s refusing to let the doctor touch him. It’s not uncommon with rape cases, especially with men. So I thought, maybe he’d feel more comfortable if you were in the room.”
Booker chewed at his bottom lip and thought about what the nurse had just said. He was not sure Hanson would feel more comfortable with him in the room but there was only one way to find out. Standing up, he gave the nurse a small smile. “Let me talk to him.”
The woman opened the door and indicated for Booker to enter. Dennis immediately saw Tom standing against the wall, his arms wrapped protectively around his slender body. Sadness filled Booker’s heart, Tom looked so young and vulnerable dressed only in a white hospital gown. Stepping forward, he placed both hands on Hanson’s shoulders. “Hey Tommy,” he murmured. “What’s going on?”
Tom glanced at the doctor before looking back at Booker. “I don’t want to be touched down there,” he whispered, his beautiful dark eyes filling with tears.
Placing his palm against Tom’s cheek, Booker’s face softened. “I understand that Hanson but you really need to be examined. The doctor won’t hurt you and I’ll stay here with you, if that’ll make it easier.”
Hanson’s finger rubbed furiously at his upper lip as his gaze darted nervously from Booker to the doctor and back again. After several minutes, he gave an almost unperceivable nod of his head and climbing onto the hospital bed he lay down on his side.
Pulling up a chair, Booker sat down next to the gurney and took Tom’s hand in both of his. “Just keep looking at me,” he instructed softly. “It’ll be over before you know it.”
“When you’re ready Mr. Hanson, please pull your knees up to your chest,” the doctor instructed.
Tom hesitated for a moment before doing as the doctor asked. Biting down on his lower lip, his eyes filled with tears of shame as the doctor swabbed him internally. Once the examination for evidence was over, the doctor inserted his finger and performed a physical exam. Tom screwed his eyes closed, unable to continue to meet Booker’s sympathetic gaze. Hot tears leaked from his eyes but he remained silent, unwilling to break down completely.
The doctor withdrew his finger and pulled off his rubber glove. “You may get dressed now Mr. Hanson,” he advised in a matter-of-fact voice. “Internally, everything is fine. The STD and HIV results will be sent to your GP and the results of the rape kit will be sent to—”
“Me,” Booker interrupted. “Care of the Jump Street Program.”
“I’m sorry,” the doctor replied in a dismissive voice. “But that’s impossible. We send all results through to—“
Standing up abruptly, Booker pulled out his badge and flashed it at the doctor. “Listen Doc, I don’t give a fuck what you normally do. This time you’re sending the results to me. So hand me your clipboard and I’ll write down the details.”
Dennis’ glowering expression had the desired effect and the Doctor passed his notes to the angry officer. Booker wrote down his details and tossed the paperwork onto the chair. Turning back to Tom, he laid a gentle hand on the bewildered man’s shoulder. “C’mon Hanson, get dressed so we can get out of here.”
This time, Tom did not hesitate. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He quickly put on his boxers and jeans before discarding the gown. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he put on his socks and boots and picking up his jacket, he walked towards the door. “Let’s go,” he said hurriedly and without waiting for Booker, he strode from the room.
**
When the two officers arrived back at Hanson’s apartment, Tom immediately headed into the bathroom and closed the door. Several moments later, Booker heard the sound of running water as Tom turned on the shower. Running a hand through his hair, Dennis looked at the closed bathroom door. Now that a doctor had examined Tom, he needed to stand firm and get Hanson some help. This was the moment he had been dreading, the moment when Tom would either understand that he was doing it because he cared about him or hate him forever for betraying his trust.
Picking up the telephone, he dialed his superior’s number. The phone rang for several seconds before Captain Fuller’s voice shouted down the line. “Fuller!”
Booker hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Hey Coach, it’s Booker.”
“If you’re ringing to say you need more time off, don’t bother,” Adam barked. “I don’t care if you’re missing a limb you will report for duty first thing Thursday morning, understood?”
Glancing nervously at the bathroom door, Booker lowered his voice. “It’s not that Cap’n, I um, I need to talk to you in private about something. Can we meet up?”
Captain Fuller was not a patient man and he slammed his hand down on his desk. “For God’s sake Booker, if you’ve got something to say, just say it!” he yelled. “I don’t have time to play twenty questions.”
Sighing in frustration, Booker rubbed at his tired eyes. “Okay, it’s um… it’s about Hanson.”
Dennis could feel his superior’s annoyance radiating through the telephone. He started to explain but Fuller cut him off. “Booker, it’s about time you and Hanson put your petty differences behind you and started acting like police officers! I’m tired of the accusations and constant arguing. You’re grown men, behave like it!”
“No Coach, you don’t understand,” Booker replied. “I’m worried about Hanson. Something happened to him that I think you should—” Dennis’ stopped mid sentence when he saw Tom standing in the bathroom doorway, a look of horror on his pale face.
“BOOKER? BOOKER ARE YOU THERE?” Fuller yelled down the phone.
Dennis ignored his Captain’s pleas and slowly hung up the phone. “Tom,” he whispered, his dark eyes imploring with Hanson to understand. “I—”
“YOU BASTARD!” Tom screamed and running across the room, he launched himself at Booker, slamming him against the kitchen wall. His hands grasped at Dennis’ clothing and his face contorted in anger. “Is this just a game to you?” he screamed in Booker’s face. “Did you come here pretending to be my friend so you could see the look on my face when you betrayed me? YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! I FUCKING HATE YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY APARTMENT NOW!”
Booker was much stronger than Tom and he easily grabbed hold of his attacker’s wrists, preventing him from causing any more harm. Hanson struggled to break free but Dennis held him firm. “Calm down!” he yelled. “I don’t want to hurt you Tom but—“
Without warning, Hanson threw back his head and head butted Booker. Dennis’ head slammed against the wall and he lost his grip on Tom’s wrists. Seizing his opportunity, Hanson smashed his fist into Booker’s mouth. Blood flew from Dennis’ lips and he slid down the wall and onto the floor. Gazing up at Tom’s furious face, it took all of his willpower not to jump to his feet and beat his attacker to a bloody pulp. Instead, he slowly stood up and gave Tom an angry look. “I had to tell Fuller,” he muttered as he gingerly ran his fingers over his jaw. “And if our positions were reversed, you’d have done the same thing.”
“GO TO HELL!” Tom shouted. “You’re nothing but a narc and I want nothing to do with you! Now get out!”
Booker walked over to the coffee table and picked up his car keys. When he reached the door, he turned back and faced Hanson. “I’m sorry,” he apologized in a quiet voice.
“Fuck you!” Tom spat, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Turning the doorknob, Dennis gave Hanson a sad smile. “I wasn’t pretending to be your friend,” he murmured and opening the door, he walked out of the apartment.
**
Black leather gloved hands inserted a pick and tension wrench into the lock of Hanson’s apartment door and easily clicked each pin into the set position. Expertly using the wrench, the intruder turned the cylinder and the lock popped open. Shoving the tools into his jacket pocket, the man slowly pushed open the door. Peering into the darkened apartment, he stepped forward and softly closed the door behind him.
Taking in his surroundings, the man moved forward towards the partially open bedroom door. Placing his hand on the wooden panel, he gently pushed it open. Pale moonlight filtered in through the partially curtained window, illuminating Tom’s sleeping face. Moving further into the room, the man pulled out a bottle of chloroform and a neatly pressed handkerchief. Carefully opening the bottle, he poured a measured amount of the liquid onto the checkered cloth. Screwing the cap back on the bottle, the man placed the chloroform back in his coat pocket and stepped forward. In one swift movement, he placed the handkerchief over Tom’s nose and mouth and pressed down.
Tom’s eyes shot open and he instantly fought against the strong hand that was smothering him. The sickly sweet smell of the chloroform assaulted his nostrils and he started to gag. He attempted to hold his breath, but after a minute of struggling, he gasped for air and he quickly inhaled enough of the compound for it to take effect. His body went numb and his vision and hearing began to fail. Grabbing hold of his assailant’s wrist, he tried one last time to break free before he slipped into unconsciousness.
The man knew he had to act fast. Gathering Tom in his arms, he kept the handkerchief over his face so that Hanson continued to breathe in the incapacitating vapors. Sticking his head furtively out of the apartment, he stepped into the hallway and pulled the door closed. The man was surprisingly strong for his age and he had no problem carrying a lifeless Hanson down several flights of stairs and out into the car park. Hurrying over to his car, the man lay Tom on the ground and quickly unlocked the trunk. Removing the handkerchief from Tom’s face, the man lifted the unconscious body and placed Hanson carefully into the carpeted interior. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and secured them around Hanson’s wrists. Staring down at his captive’s sleeping face, the man smiled sadistically and slammed down the lid of the trunk.
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