Here's the revamped first chapter of my very first FanFiction story, folks!

This reposted first chapter, which essentially combines the first two chapters of the original story, along with the soon to be updated chapters that follows, is part of my plan to revamp my Coolsville Central series.

This revamp will incorporate everything related to Hanna-Barbera and some elements from the post-Crisis DC Comics continuity (With a basis from the DC Animated Universe) into this universe.

This series, whose overall information and story arc I don't think I had a chance to properly introduce in any of my stories pertained to Dimension One, of which this series' continuity takes place in, functions as my modern-day reboot of the Scooby-Doo franchise, and the Hanna-Barbera universe to a lesser extent.

In this reboot, all human members of Mystery Inc. are born in the year 1995, which is also my year of birth. Also, expect elements from different aspects of the franchise to be incorporated into this reboot.

The elements in question came from the classic HB series, the early WB continuity, A Pup, SDMI and some of the post-2010 DTVs that I hated.

Also, as with all my Scooby stories that takes place in different universes/dimensions, I will be utilizing the following birthdays for the gang:

- Scooby: September 8th, which is based on the original air date of TNSD Mysteries episode Happy Birthday, Scooby-Doo. In addition, Don Messick's birthday is on September 7th

- Shaggy: April 27th, which is also the birthday of Casey Kasem

- Daphne: August 24th, which is also the birthday of Grey Griffin

- Fred: June 30th

- Velma: November 12th

Some bit of background information before I get on with the revamped story: For those of you are familiar with the franchise, you remember the series A Pup Named Scooby-Doo? This is the series that depicted the gang in junior high school solving mysteries. This is also the series that revealed that Shaggy's father is a Coolsville police officer.

As a fan of both Scooby-Doo and Batman, once I discovered this website where everyone can share their fan fiction works, I started to come up with ideas for Scooby-Doo stories. One of those ideas was to tell the origin on how the gang started to solve mysteries, as they do within the entire franchise.

In the past, I had saw a few fan websites dedicated to Scooby-Doo. One of those websites was the Scooby-Doo Case Files, which includes summaries of Scooby-Doo Where Are You! episodes for Seasons 1 and 2. The part that caught my mind was the page that fully explained the unusual aspects of the series.

One of those unusual aspects were the law enforcement officers that appear at the end of most episodes to arrest the main villain of the episode, on how they managed to hold onto their jobs if they can't bring a crook of bad costume to justice.

That page got me going with my thoughts and ideas, and after reading a series of Batman graphic novels and the encyclopedia, which revealed Gotham as a city that has been suffering from corruption, in particular police corruption, I thought maybe that will explain why those law enforcement officers in the Scooby-Doo franchise were portrayed as being incompetent, yet they somehow still managed to held onto their jobs.

With that in mind, I decided to use that as a way to set an origin as to how the gang started to solve mysteries. Also, remembering the graphic novel Batman: Year One, which this fanfic is based on, I decided that since it has already established that Shaggy's father was a police officer, maybe I can use him to play on the role of James Gordon, where he fights for reform within a crooked Coolsville Police Department. As you would discover as you read along this fanfic, I established several events that are parallel to Batman: Year One.

I don't own Scooby-Doo or Dynomutt, Dog Wonder. All characters from both series belong to Hanna-Barbara Productions and Warner Bros. Also, story based on Batman graphic novel Batman: Year One., with Batman's copyright belonging to DC Comics.


Chapter 1: An appointment at police headquarters

January 8, 2001

The story began, well, on a cold, early January morning during rush hour on a light metro train speeding down an elevated section of track through downtown Coolsville, Ohio, en route to the city's main railway station.

The metro vehicle was packed with commuters heading for work, and among the commuters were a certain middle-aged man in his early-forties named Samuel Chastain Rogers, who goes by the nickname "Sam".

Sam, armed with his briefcase, sat on a seat and glanced at his reflection on the glass window, noticing the hints of grey in his short dusty-brown hair.

He then glanced at his watch and noted that he has ten minutes before his appointment at Coolsville Central, which is the name of the headquarters of the Coolsville Police Department.

His appointment at Coolsville Central came three weeks after the command staff at the New York City Police Department Detective Bureau approved his transfer to the Coolsville Police Department, and upon his family's arrival in Coolsville the week before, just after New Years Day, he received an invitation to an appointment at Coolsville Central, where he is to meet with the chief of police.

His transfer came after sixteen proud years of service with the New York City Police Department, four of which were spent in patrol before moving to Narcotics Division of the Organized Crime Control Bureau upon his promotion to Detective, and eventually to the Detective Bureau where he eventually rose through the ranks to Lieutenant before his transfer to Coolsville.

Early on when he was transferred to New York, he was assigned to the 69th Precinct in Brooklyn South and spent his four years of patrol at the precinct.

Following his promotion to Detective in 1989, he was transferred to the 32nd Precinct in Manhattan North, serving in the precincts OCC unit before getting transferred to the Detective squad.

His service with the NYPD also coincided with his attending night classes at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice for his bachelor of arts degree in criminal justice, a degree he earned in 1989.

Sam's transfer to the 32nd Precinct Detective squad came shortly before he was placed on leave with the NYPD after he was called over to serve in Operation Desert Storm in 1990.

One thing to note was that during his studies at the Ohio State University, he took part in its Naval Reserve Officers' Training Corps program and upon his graduation in 1983, he was commissioned as a second lieutenant in the U.S. Marine Corps.

His attending Ohio State University also came as he began attending the Ohio State Police Academy, an attendance that ended in 1984 when he was sworn in as a police officer with the Coolsville Police Department.

His swearing in as a police officer also came as he was discharged to inactive reserves from the Marine Corps after a one-year service, not long after his promotion to first lieutenant.

Sam's initial service with the Coolsville Police Department lasted for a year before he was transferred to New York following an incident.

It was an incident that started to flash in his mind frequently when he was offered the transfer to Coolsville last month, and as he stared out of the window during the train ride, he wondered if anything has changed in the city since he left sixteen years ago.

Shortly after, the train pulled into the platform of the city's downtown railway station, where Sam got off. The police headquarters is only a few blocks away, thus he should arrive at his new job in five minutes.

As Sam board off the train, he passed by a volunteer, asking him if he would like to donate.

Just as the lieutenant replied with a polite "No, thank you", he heard his name and rank being called from the crowd of commuters.

"Sam Rogers! Lieutenant Sam Rogers!" The voice called out.

Sam turned around and noticed a slender auburn-haired man with black eyes and slightly tall for a person in his 30s walking towards him.

As the man walked by the volunteer, who asked if he would like to donate, he gave the volunteer a punch and a kick before making his way to Sam Rogers.

"Almost thought I couldn't find you in this crowd, Lieutenant." The man said.

He then offered Sam his hand as he introduced himself, "Sergeant Walter Claphammer. Chief of Police Lou Strickland sent me here to pick you up so you won't be late for your appointment with him."

"That sure is nice of the chief, Sergeant." Sam Rogers replies as they shook hands. "I'm pretty sure I might be late if I got myself held up in the crowded railway station."

"Yeah. He also figured that you might get lost, since this is your first time going to the Central." Claphammer said as he and Sam Rogers make their way to the exit.

"Well, I began my service in Coolsville before being transferred to New York City sixteen years ago, so I know my way around the city, but thank you anyways, Sergeant." Sam said.

Claphammer nodded as they exited the railroad station. As they waited to cross the road at the crosswalk, Sam's mind began to flash to a certain time.

FLASHBACK - Sixteen Years Ago

June 12, 1985

A year has went by since Sam has joined the Coolsville Police Department following his graduation from the Ohio State University with a degree in criminology and his swearing-in as a new patrol officer.

During the year, Sam was on three months probation, partnered with Officer Mary Jane Beyak, who's a thirty-year veteran on the force.

After the end of his probation period, he was partnered with Officer Sebastian Dibbles, who happened to be the cousin of an Officer Charles "Charlie" Dibbles from the New York City Police Department that will eventually be partnered with Sam following his transfer to New York.

END OF FLASHBACK

Sam was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt someone tugging his arm. Looking up, he saw Claphammer pointing out that the crosswalk light has turned green.

Nodding, Sam followed Claphammer as they crossed the street.

Along the way to the Coolsville Police Department headquarters, Sam noticed that some of the buildings looked like they're in a state of decay, as well as the number of graffiti on the nearby walls.

"Huh." He muttered under his breath. "Things sure haven't changed since I've left for New York sixteen years ago."

"Well, on the bright side, Sam." Claphammer interjected. "At least that means that the city is still at the good times."

Sam nodded but thought otherwise. The "good times" only reminded him more about the incident that sent him to New York all those years ago.

Eventually, the two men arrived at the ten-storey Coolsville Central Building, which houses the headquarters of the Coolsville Police Department.

After going through the reception desk, the two men were on the elevator to the ninth floor, where the office of the chief of police is located at.

Moments later, Sam was seated at the waiting room, near the door to the chief's office, which had words posted on the glass window. It read:

"Louis 'Lou' Strickland

Chief of Police

City of Coolsville"

Seeing Strickland's name only led to Sam's frown to grow. As a matter a fact, the name reminded him on why he was transferred to New York in the first place.

The lieutenant at the reception desk to the chief's office told Sam that the chief will be with him in ten minutes, and that gave Sam plenty of time to think while Walter waited on the nearby hallway.

FLASHBACK - Sixteen Years Ago

June 12, 1985

That night, Sam, who was assigned to the Harbor Division's night patrol was patrolling his beat with Officer S. Dibbles as usual.

The patrol was largely uneventful as they patrolled the Docklands before passing by a certain warehouse before they heard something breaking.

"You heard that, Sam?" Dibbles asked as he stopped his young partner.

Sam nodded. "It's coming from that warehouse!"

Another glass break can be heard and Dibbles decided, "I'll take the north side. You take the south!"

Sam nodded as they prepared their pistols and then split up.

"Radio for backup if something bad happens." Dibbles added as they headed their separate ways.

Sam nodded again before he made his way to the south entrance of the warehouse and stood behind the wall with his pistol pointed towards the sky. He waited before taking a peek around the corner and caught sight of a broken window and a man entering through the nearby door into the warehouse.

Stealthy, the young patrol officer kept his back down, below the line of sight of the window, and promptly made his way through the opened door.

Some time later, a couple can be seen using a crowbar to break open a crate labelled "LexCorp" and a large quantity of diamonds spilled out.

Seeing the couple stealing the diamonds, Sam knew that he had to step out of the shadows.

The couple were in the process of bagging their loot when suddenly, a voice shouted, "Freeze!"

The couple stopped what they were doing and turned, in time to see Sam emerging from the shadows with his gun drawn on them.

"Sam?" The woman asked, and Sam immediately recognized his former training officer.

"Mary Jane!" Sam exclaimed. "I should have known that you were up to no good!"

"This is none of your business, Sam!" Mary said as her husband produced a gun.

What happened next involved a scuffle, and Dibbles came rushing over when he heard two gunshots from the main storage room.

When he arrived, he saw Sam still holding his pistol while Mary Jane Beyak and her husband were on the floor, motionless.

END OF FLASHBACK

Sam snapped out of his thoughts when the lieutenant told him the Strickland was ready to see him.

Soon, Sam was seated in a chair, across the desk from Chief of Police Lou Strickland, who had his reading glasses on as he reviewed Sam's file.

"Strickland sure hasn't changed much after all those years." Sam thought to himself about the chief's physical appearance, other than his brown hair turning grey.

Sixteen years ago, Strickland was the captain in charge of the Harbor Division and is, in fact, the man who arranged for Sam's transfer to New York.

The transfer came after Strickland, on fear that the incident could bring him and other corrupt officers down, arranged for Sam's transfer to New York and an Internal Affairs investigation on Dibbles' actions.

Sam was reluctant on accepting the transfer, but when Strickland threatened him that Dibbles could get dismissed, and thus leaving him more exposed to the threats presented by the corrupt establishment, Sam had no choice but to accept the transfer.

However, months after the transfer and being partnered with Officer Charlie Dibbles at the NYPD 69th Precinct, Sam got the news that Sebastian was killed in a gang shootout after his new partner failed to back him up.

Since then, Sam has held Strickland responsible for the death of his second partner as he made his way through the ranks.

"And now Strickland is the chief of police." Sam thought to himself as he watched Strickland. "I can't say that I'm surprised that things haven't changed at all after I was transferred to New York."

Sam looked around the office as Strickland reviewed his file, noticing the diplomas the chief had received in various institutions, including a bachelor's degree in criminology at the Ohio State University. Also there were the various medals and awards the chief had received during his years of service in the CPD.

There was also a map of both Coolsville County and Coolsville City, with a zoomed-out map of the state of Ohio by its side, hung on the wall of the chief's office.

Taking a brief look at the map, Sam noted that Coolsville is located several miles west from Cincinnati, near the state border with Indiana and Kentucky, while a small lake serves as a water border between the county and city.

Sam remembered from his history lessons that Coolsville was first incorporated as a small town in 1868, initially as part of Hamilton County. As a matter a fact, present-day Coolsville was part of the route that Morgan's Raid went through during the Civil War in 1863.

Eventually, as the town grew in the late 1800s and grew into a city rivaling that of Cincinnati, a new Coolsville County was carved out of what was the western portion of Hamilton County in 1901, thus reducing the county to its present-day size.

In terms for politics, in the present-day, both Coolsville County and a majority of Hamilton County, including Cincinnati, forms Ohio's 1st congressional district for the U.S. House of Representatives.

"Lieutenant Samuel Chastain Rogers." Strickland said as took a look at the lieutenant's file. "An excellent record, an excellent detective who always gets results and a great person to work with."

The chief then placed the file on his desk and took off his glasses as he looked at Sam Rogers. "I'm glad to have you in as our latest addition to our team, Lieutenant. My only catch for you to be able to work here is that you put that incident behind and give us your best work."

"You will get my best work, sir. I promise." Sam replies. "And don't worry, I will not let an incident like the one at the Docklands in '85 repeat under my watch."

"Excellent." Strickland nodded. "We are a team. And it is through the hard work and teamwork of officers like you, together with team spirit, that allows the Coolsville Police Department function well as a whole. That's why I have a lot of emphasis on you providing your best work and put that incident behind you."

Strickland then handed the file back to Sam with a smile as he continued. "And as far as I know, your excellent record from the NYPD indicates that you have what it takes to be back in the team. So on behalf of the members of the CPD, I would like to welcome you back to the Coolsville Police Department."

After that remark, the chief offered Sam his hand. They shook.

"Thank you, sir." Sam replied after the handshake. "So what is my new assignment?"

"You will be the detective commander for the East Coolsville Division. Sergeant Claphammer is the second-in-command there, and you will be in charge of 40 detectives, including 10 guys that works homicide." Strickland replied. "Claphammer will drive you there."

"All right, then, sir. It is a pleasure meeting you again." Sam said as they once again shook hands before glancing at the nearby clock and added. "I think I should be on my way."

"Excellent. Your office is ready for you, lieutenant." Strickland replied as Sam stood up, ready to go.

Just before Sam made his way to the door, the chief said, "Oh, and one more thing, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir?" Sam asked as he turned to face the chief again.

"Don't forget your badge." Strickland said as he grabbed something from the drawing of his desk before handing it to him.

Sam took the moment to get the feel of his new badge, clipped onto its badge wallet.

The badge was in the shape of a shield, together with the words "Coolsville" and "Lieutenant" and the city's coat of arms, in addition to a badge number he immediately recognized as his old badge number during his one-year patrol prior to the transfer sixteen years ago, while the wallet itself has his police identification card on it.

Nodding, Sam clipped his new badge onto the belt of his pants before saying, "Thank you, chief."

"You're welcome." Strickland said. "And don't forget to wear that badge with pride. There's a reason you wear this badge, Lieutenant."

"Right, sir." Sam nodded again. "I won't forget that."

"Excellent." Strickland nodded in approval as Sam picked up his belongings and made his way out of the office, closing the door as he went.

Outside the office, Claphammer was seated at the chair next to the reception desk to the chief's office when Sam walked out. "All ready, Sam?"

"Yeah, Sergeant. Let's go." Sam replies as they make their way to the parking lot where Walter had parked his car.

"The drive should take only about 10 minutes, Sam." Claphammer added as they got into the car.

During the drive, Sam took the time to observe the streets of Coolsville as he thought back to the decade before.

Not long after he was transferred to the NYPD, he re-enlisted in the Marine Corps Reserves as a first lieutenant and it was during his time in the Marine Corps that he began taking part in special forces training.

The year 1989 wasn't just the year he was promoted to Detective and transferred to the 32nd Precinct. That was also the year he was promoted to Captain in the Marine Corps Reserves, and barely a year after his promotion in the USMC, he was called over to serve in Operation Desert Storm as he was placed on leave from the NYPD.

In the year that followed, Sam spent some time in combat and taking part in missions, though he ended up encountering stuff he'd wish he had never set eyes on.

He will later return to service with the NYPD in 1991 shortly after returning home from the Gulf War, though barely a year after, his injury in a gang shootout during a case led to his getting medically discharged from the Marine Corps in 1992.

It was also during that case that he crossed paths with a Department of the Treasury forensic accountant who he will eventually marry two years later in 1994.

By that point, he was promoted to Sergeant and was transferred to the 18th Precinct in Manhattan South, where he will remain through his promotion to Lieutenant in 1998 and up until his transfer to Coolsville early this year.

As he returned his thoughts to the present day, Sam sighed.

"Anything wrong, Sam?" Claphammer asked.

"Uh...no. Nothing." Sam shook his head. "I was...just thinking."

"Yeah, I'm sure you were." Claphammer nodded.

The remainder of the drive was done in silence.


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