Chapter 1

The Parking Lot

Disclaimer: I do not own TJ Hooker, its characters, or the places mentioned. I only own the names made up. Growing Pains, the show, has nothing to do with TJ Hooker.

A/N: Sort of AU This is going to be a series.

Stacy liked running around with her friends. They had a lot of fun. Normally, Stacy was a blonde, but today she was a red head. No, she hadn't dyed her hair, her dad would kill her if she had. She and her friends were skating in an abandoned parking lot, when the cops pulled in.

Everyone took off in all directions, including Stacy. She knew she'd be in loads of trouble, if she were caught. Her father was already mad at her. She'd been hanging around with the "wrong" crowd, they were drinking and smoking. She wasn't doing either, but her dad said that they were a bad influence on her.

Stacy wasn't as lucky as most of her friends, that were there. As she and a couple of her friends tried skating away, she tripped on a crack in the pavement. One of her friends stopped to assist her. That's when they were grabbed.

"Gotcha. Okay, it's time to teach you kids a lesson. You're going down to the precinct."

Stacy cringed, she knew that voice. She kept her head down. She knew sooner or later, Hooker would identify her. She knew to keep her mouth shut as long as she could, but that wouldn't be for long.

Hooker placed Stacy and her friend in the back of the car. To his partner, "Well, we at least got two of them. Maybe they'd be willing to give up the rest of their friends, with a night behind bars."

Stacy started crying. There was no way she wanted to spend the night in jail. She didn't want her dad to know. He was the captain of the precinct Hooker was at. She kept her head down, so that Hooker would not see her face.

Hooker looked in the rearview mirror. He thought he knew the redhead girl, but he wasn't for certain. She never lifted her head. "Young lady, you know you don't have to spend the night in jail. All you have to do is tell us who your friends are."

Stacy shook her head, and whispered. "You don't understand. No one does."

Hooker just shook his head in return. "That's what they all say."

They arrived at the precinct within minutes. Hooker opened the door to the back of the car. "Okay, let's go. Out of the car." Hooker took Stacy by the arm and helped her out. Seeing as Stacy was still on her skates, it was a difficult for her to get out and keep her balance. Her wig became eschewed.

"You may remove your skates, inside. And fix your hair." Looking over at his partner. "Put them in separate rooms. Give them time to cool their heels. Maybe think about what they're going to do." Hooker guided Stacy into the precinct.

As they walked in, Stacy saw her father, and ducked her head. She didn't want her father to see her.

Capt. Sheridan saw Hooker and Stacy. "What you got there, Hooker?"

"Oh, just one of the skating punks, from the parking lot skating gang. I'm taking her to interview room one. Let her cool her heels, before I have a little chat with her."

"Be careful, Hooker. Make certain you have a female officer in there while you chat with her." Sheridan turned away. "Oh and don't forget to call her parents."

"That will be my pleasure. It might just take one more punk off the streets." Grabbing Stacy by the arm. "Come on. I have a nice little room for you."

Stacy had cringed every time Hooker had called her a punk. Tears still streamed down her face, as she skated towards the room. Still keeping her voice low. "I really don't have any names for you. I don't know any of their names."

"That's still to be seen. Here we go." Hooker said as he opened the door. "Can I get you anything? A soda? Candy?"

Stacy shook her head. "No… Just my mom," She whispered.

"What? I don't believe I heard that." Hooker leaned in and finally lifted the girl's head up. "Stacy?" He asked as soon as he saw her face. "Why… what's going on, here?"

Stacy shook her head. "You wouldn't understand, sir. You have Aunt Fran, Chrissy has her mother." A fresh burst of tears flowed from her eyes.

Hooker wanted to pull Stacy into his arms, but he couldn't not at this moment. "Stacy, you are correct. I do not understand. I want to, but now is not the time. I need some information. I need to know the names of them kids in that gang. And I want to know why in God's name are you wearing that red wig?"

Stacy looked at Hooker. "The last question I can answer. I wanted a change. I wanted to look different. I knew dad would have a fit, if I dyed my hair, so I got myself a wig. As for names. I don't have any. I don't know any kids in a gang. My friends and I aren't in a gang."

"Stacy, them so called friends of yours, are smoking and drinking. You must know some of their names."

"Uncle TJ, I don't. I don't hang out with that crowd. They are older than I am. They, also, bring music. Please, believe me, Uncle TJ. I'd tell you if I knew."

Hooker sighed. "Stacy, I don't know what to believe. Not only are you wearing a wig, but you ran. Along with other p… kids, you ran. Why?"

Stacy shuddered again. "Is that the way you look at me, Uncle TJ? Just another punk? Why did I run? I ran, because I was scared. You know my dad. He's already on my case for hanging out with them."

"No, Stacy, I don't think you are a punk. I think you are a mixed up kid. You are right, I do know your dad. As we walked in here, he reminded me to call your parents. I guess, I don't have far to call." Hooker rose from his chair, and picked up her skates. "I don't think you'll need these for a while."

Stacy lowered her head to the table, and then lifted it again. "Uncle TJ, wait, please. Please, don't tell my dad. He won't understand, either."

"Stacy, I must release you into parental custody. I have no choice. You are a minor. Give your dad a chance. He may understand more than you know. However, I won't tell your dad you ran."

Stacy sighed in relief.

"You will." Hooker said as he stepped out of the room.

Stacy dropped her head to her arms and started crying even more. It was bad enough that her dad had been on her about her grades. Now he'd be onto her about her hanging with her friends, again.

Hooker left the room, and slammed the door. He wasn't happy. Nabbing his best friend's daughter was not the highlight of his day. Was she telling the truth, he didn't know? She had never lied to him before, but she hadn't been on the wrong side of the law before, either. TJ grimaced at the thought of telling the captain his daughter was in that room. He walked to the captain's office, formulating a plan in his head. Hooker knocked on the captain's door.

"Come in." The captain called as he was reading reports. He looked up when Hooker walked in. "What you got, Hooker?"

"A very scared young lady, who wants her mother."

"Well, did you call her? You know her asking for a parent, is the same as an adult asking for an attorney."

"Yes, captain, I have. I thought maybe you should speak to her. She, well, just go speak to her, captain. I've notified the parents."

Dennis looked at Hooker strangely. "Ok, Hooker. As you know, I can't speak to her without her parents present. I hope you didn't question her, Hooker."

"I asked her a couple of questions, but I don't think that will be a problem. See, we both know the parents. That's why I want you to speak to her. Just go easy on her."

"Very well, Hooker. I'll go speak to her. No promises, though."

The captain followed Hooker out of his office. Hooker went to the desk as the captain went to the interview room. He looked through the window, before entering the room. All he saw was a scared girl who had her head down. He didn't recognize her right off. He opened the door to the interview room, and stepped in.