DISCLAIMER: ok, so I do not own Jump Street or anything associated with it. I wish I did but alas, no.

Flashing blue and red lights filled Doug's vision as he rode down the rain-slicked road, it looked as though someone had lost control on the tight, hairpin corner. Doug weaved his motorcycle through the banked up traffic towards the scene ahead. Doug stopped at the police tape and parked his bike at the edge of the scene. He walked towards a young Officer watching the scene ahead, 'Poor guy' Doug thought, 'He seems too young to deal with this kind of stuff'.

"Hey, what's going on up there?" Doug asked, indicating towards the accident and the flashing lights.

"I'm sorry sir, I cannot tell you much at this time. All I can do is assure you that we are working as quickly as possible and refer you to the recommended detour." The Officer said, sizing Doug up, obviously trying to work out how to handle someone of Doug's size if the situation got out of control.

"Don't worry mate, I'm not going to try anything: I'm a cop too." Dough said as he pulled his badge out of his pocket and showing it to the Officer before sliding it back in his jeans.

"Oh!" the Officer exclaimed as he visibly relaxed. "Well there's been a head on accident. At the moment the paramedics are trying to get one of the drivers out and forensics are collecting some evidence before it gets washed away. Originally there was some talk of waiting till morning but with this rain we can't afford to wait."

"A head on? It just looked like someone had lost control in the rain and had hit the barrier or something." Doug asked, "I didn't think it was that serious."

"Well, from what's left of the Mustang it does look like one of the drivers has lost control and hit the other car." the Officer replied.

"What? A Mustang?" Doug asked, his insides clenching with fear.

"Yeah, a blue one. Why?" the Officer asked as Doug tore through the tape.

"Excuse me Sir, you can't be here, this is a crime scene!" Someone in a uniform yelled.

"I'm a cop!" Doug yelled back as he flung his badge at no one in particular and rushed across the rain washed street towards the heap of twisted metal. "Tommy…".

'This couldn't be happening, he's a McQuaid, McQuaids are invincible. This can't be happening.'

After what felt like an eternity Doug had made it to the wreckage. There was the mangled remains of Hanson's beloved Mustang, and there, slumped over the wheel was an indescribable Hanson. "Hanson." Doug choked out. "Tommy!"

"Someone get him away from there!" Someone yelled as Doug began desperately prying at what was left of the door. Doug felt a pair of arms grasp him around the chest and attempt to pull him away. Doug fought against the arms, he had to save Hanson. Hanson would be ok as long as someone got him out of that damn car!

"Tommy!!" Doug cried as he continued to fight against the restraining officer, he felt a second set of hands attempt to pull him away. "No, let me go. I have to get him out! He's my brother, he needs me!"

"There's nothing you can do, I'm sorry." the paramedic told Doug as he lay a gentle hand on Doug's shoulder.

"No, Tommy." Doug sobbed as he collapsed to his knees, "He's a McQuaid, this isn't supposed to happen".

Doug's tears fell like raindrops as he continued to gaze at Tom. The rain continued it's assualt on the scene, as though some higher power were sparing some sympathy for the loss of Tom Hanson.

Tom Hanson.

My Best Friend,

My Brother,

Forever a McQuaid.

AN: ok, so this is my first attempt at a Jump Street fic, how do you think it went?

This story was largely based on a story I had been told by someone during my journalism study. He said a really beautiful thinng to me (or what I consider something beautiful, but it's so sad he had to say it and he lived it), "It's like waking up to a nightmare".

So what do you think. Continue: yes or no?

Regards,

DaPimp

P.S. and I'm sorry to those people who know me as a Harry Potter nerd, we all have our vices and Jump Street is one of mine J