Chapter One

The McQuaid Brothers

Disclaimer: I don't own 21 Jump Street, and am getting acquainted with the second season (after having seen the first and third one. :P I have the fourth season, I just haven't watched it yet… :) )

"AAAHH!" The McQuiad brothers screamed at each other as they made their entrance to Westlake High School. Actually, they were Tom Hanson and Dug Penhall, two undercover cops for the Jump Street Program. But you most likely already knew that much.

The students unaware of their true occupation cowered in fear as they pretended to be very touch and mean. When in actuality they were harmless unless provoked. Nice guys, pretending to be bad.

Doug McQuaid brother made his way to the back of the English class with Tom McQuaid following him and taking the seat beside his. They swung their legs up ontop of the desk once they'd sat down and put their hands behind their heads to relax remotely. Some people were looking at them with large, frightened eyes and some were ignoring them. The ones ignoring them didn't think they were so tough, and were mostly girls who knew they wouldn't get beat up by them.

The teacher watched as the McQuaid brothers took their seats and tapped his ballpoint pen on the desk with major irritation and his big brown eyebrow furred and in an angry position.

"Do you two think you can just come in at any time and interrupt my class?" He asked. It was actually a rhetorical question, they'd get in trouble anyway so it didn't matter which way they answered. "Lateness is one thing, but you don't just open the door and scream."

"I do," Tom said, raising his hand and chewing on the toothpick in his mouth at the same time. Doug laughed a hard, loud laugh as he and Tom smashed their knuckles together in a friendly fashion.

"Well, if you can interrupt my class—you must already know English." Doug rolled his eyes in a fake irritancy before he interrupted Tom to give a smart-ass answer.

"Obviously, I mean—we're speaking it aren't we?" But instead of using the correct form of that sentence, he actually said 'ain't' instead of 'aren't'. Something that made certain smart students giggle to themselves and leave the teacher irritated. So, he resorted to that old trick that all teachers know.

He turned his back on them and started teaching again.

It never fails. When a teacher sees that either a student is obviously ignorant of his own juvenile mistakes such as 'ain't' in the position of 'aren't', or if he knows he can't win the argument—he goes back to teaching and no body catches it except those that are closely listening. Tom and Doug smiled proudly at one another.

The teacher was discussing the proper way to structure a sentence so it has no fragments. He even wrote a sentence on the board and picked two students to come up to the board and edit the sentence. He picked Tom and some girl from the class who he called "Alice"

Alice was the first of the pair to get the sentence edited. She left some mistakes for Tom to find, probably to bother him in a good-natured way. She flipped her red hair to her right shoulder blade and walked back to her seat as Tom stood in front of the class, pretending to be ignorant to how to properly edit the rest of the sentence. And if you didn't know any better—you'd say he really didn't know how. He did know how though, but was just pretending.

It was at lunch that they got close to solving the crime they had gone in for. The lunchroom was abuzz with activity as kids of all cliques (Nerds, preps, jocks, Goths, ect.) having small intimate conversations of their own and leaving the McQuaid brothers out of it.

Doug and Tom both got large lunches. Mostly sandwiches, cupcakes, puddings, and whatever the "Special" was that day. Out of everyone in the cafeteria, Tom and Doug had the most lunches.

"I'll bet you ten dollars you can't stuff the pudding and sandwich in your mouth at the same time." Tom said to Doug as he opened up the milk carton. Doug gave him a 'you can't be serious' look, but Tom was very serious.

'You're on!" Doug challenged loudly, he unwrapped the sandwich, pulled open the pudding tab, and shoved them both in his mouth at the same time. Tom dejectedly rolled his eyes and put ten dollars down on the table.

However, Doug ended up missing last period because he spent it throwing up in the bathroom.

As he came out of the stall and wiped final vomit residue off his mouth right before going to wash his hands, he saw the suspect leaning against the sink smoking weed.

"Hey," Doug said toughly. "Where did you get that?"

"What, you going to rat me out?" the suspect had wild brown hair and a letterman's jacket. He was your typical high school football god. Doug shook his head and leaned on the counter.

"No, no I want some. I'm crazy for that stuff but my mom found it and trashed it all. Who sells them to you?" The boy grinned and puffed out another big, silvery gray cloud from his mouth and watched it accumulate in the air before answering his question.

"No one, I grew the weed myself and rolled the joint myself. What are you willing to pay for it?" Doug rolled his eyes as if he were thinking it over. He reached into his pocket while casually saying,

"I'd say…a couple of years in prison." And pulled out his badge. "Sucks to be you right now, don't it?"

Another day (Well actually it took them six days to crack the case.), another joint smoking teenager. You'd think those kids would know what that stuff does to their bodies, and even though their mistakes pay for Tom's paycheck, he'd still rather they not do it. It was a ghastly habit.

Harry sat at his desk, filling out reports on the case he was on. Tom sighed to himself; he had to do the very same thing. He went to his desk and slowly, but surely, began his reports; although he kept himself distracted by looking for the right papers and a pen at different times.

"Ioki, Hoffs, Hanson, Penhall, Booker! My office!" Fuller shouted at the main cast of cops from the door in his office. They all thought it was odd; it was rare that they were all called into his office at the same time. But they went anyway.

Once they were all nicely assembled in the office, looking at each other in question about what Fuller could possibly want. Fuller stood at his door and immediately got to his point.

"Everyone, I want you to meet the newest member of the Jump Street Program." Fuller said before opening the door and shouted "Caldwell! Get in here!"