Yes, I have some open stories and they are nowhere near finished, but I am publishing this anyways. Sometimes that works to get me going on finishing the others. Just hang in there, they are not going to go unfinished... I pinky sware they won't:-)

This is a Joey Penhall story! The rest will be in it more!! There just seems to be a lot of people who love the Joey stories and there aren't enough of them. I did my part for the Booker stories, Hanson stories, and now... it is a Joey story!!!

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Chapter 1

Hanson and Penhall sat inside of a glorified bread truck just outside of the rundown school building. They were ready to make the bust. They watched from the inside of the vehicle across the street from the aging building as they waited for the magic words to come across the radio from Doug's younger brother Joey Penhall. He was going to finish the deal and that would be it. They would charge into the building flanked by multiple men and women and take down Thaddeus "Flea" Higgins. He had evaded capture more than once. He had also been caught but no charges would stick more than once. He had been the one to blow Tom, Doug and Judy's cover at the school. He had been caught with nothing on him and no witnesses every time making him public enemy number one for the Jump Street program. Joey was their last shot without sending in Booker and Ioki who were on another case and being held back just in case.

"No… I won't give you anything until I see the goods." Joey's voice crackled across the recorder. It was all being recorded to catch the young outlaw this time.

Doug smiled to himself as he listened to his brother getting ready to take the Flea down. He was doing it so by the book that it was bound happen for them this time.

"He's doing well." Judy whispered to Tom as Fuller put his fingers to his lips to silence those watching.

"Really, five G's. That's a lot for just a little bit of powder." Joey's voice crackled back as he haggled with Flea over the price of the drugs.

"You're right Joe-Joe, but this is the best. The smoothest blow you've ever had. It's the real deal straight from south of the boarder." Flea continued to drive in his sale.

"Really…" Joey continued. "Who's your source?"

"Shit!" Fuller shook his head as looked over at Doug. "He's just supposed to make the purchase; I really don't need to have another cop with blown cover in this school."

Doug licked his lips as Tom looked back at Fuller. "Maybe he won't have his cover blown. Maybe he'll do better than the rest of us did." Hanson shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows.

"Why? You trying to cut in on my action, Joe-Joe?" Flea accused.

"Nah, bro, just thought we could pull our resources and maybe make a buck or two together." Joey continued to talk never missing a beat. "I need a new set of wheels."

There was a long silence before another word was spoken by either of the two men.

"I like you Joe-Joe. You're a real slick brother. I'll think about your offer. In the mean time do you still want the powder or not?" Flea asked.

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Joey licked his lips as he watched Flea produce the plastic bag of white dust like solid. It was drab white and ground to almost resemble powdered sugar. It was a rather small bag but it was something that could easily be cut and then broken down into several other bags for sale to students or local users. It was almost menacing to look at and consider what this small bag could do to a community or a single person.

"Go ahead, take a hit. It's real pure grade shit." Flea raised his eyebrow as he pushed a hollowed out pen body at Joey.

Joey took the white "Bic" pen sheath and looked at it. It was such a simple everyday item. It had probably been an ink pen for someone's studying yesterday and today it was in this boy's pocket ready to be used as a means for drugs. He was using it to shove crap up his and who knows who else's noses. Joey was a bit concerned with inhaling the stuff, but there were times when you had to just to make a sale or find a contact. Joey had not had to do this yet. He reached down and took the empty pen body to his nose and pretended to inhale a line. The desk in the old fire escape next to what would have been the nurse's office was covered in the white solid indicating it had been used for this before. Since it was in the second floor fire escape near a closed off portion of the building no one had ever caught him.

"Good stuff." Joey said clearing his sinuses. His nasal passages burned as he sneezed and shook his head. "Real pure." He remarked using this as an excuse to explain his un-comfort with the white powder.

"It is, isn't it?" Flea grinned nodding his head.

Joey stood straight up. He was supposed to say a phrase once he had made the purchase. He looked over at Flea who was looking at a cellular phone message. He was a tall kid who was very skinny. He appeared very high strung for a senior in high school. He reminded Joey of a cricket stuck inside a bucket. He jumped at the slightest sound. His dark hair was long and well groomed. He wore very neatly pressed blue jeans and a leather jacket over his white dress shirt. Flea had not fit the ticket of a pusher. He hid himself well, but his extravagant gifts for a certain girl, Gloria Hamilton, had given him away. Her parents had alerted a police when Flea had given her a glitzy diamond and gold ring and ear rings. They had thought perhaps he had stolen the items. It was only when they hadn't shown up on any records for missing and stolen jewelry Flea had been linked to drugs. Flea was likable, but was a seller, pusher and user who had evaded the police for too long. He was going to have to go down this time.

"Five thousand it is. Looking forward to this…" Joey raised his right eyebrow as he started to pull a wad of bills from his pocket. The signal was sent, and the cat was out of the bag. The school would soon be over run with cops and Flea would be going to jail for a long time.

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Fuller ripped the headset off as he looked at the rest of the men and women just waiting for his signal.

"That's it! He's made the buy. Move it out!"

Fuller, Penhall, Hoffs, Hanson, jumped out of the van. They were accompanied by several other men and women in uniform. Only something stopped them. Hanson looked up at Penhall, something wasn't right. There was a rumbling sound. The earth was shaking violently, jumping and shifting from side to side. The sound was almost deafening as car alarms started to chirp loudly, pieces of buildings started to fall to the ground. The officers were cut off as a pipe burst as a crack ripped apart the street they were standing on. Water shot into the air spraying down on top of the officers.

"Earthquake…" someone shouted as Hanson and Hoffs hit the pavement while Penhall and Fuller fell to the ground beside them.

"JOEY!" Doug screamed as a section of the school started to topple and students poured out into the streets.

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Joey Penhall heard and felt the building start to shift violently. He had a bag of blow in one hand and was beginning to pocket it and preparing to pull his badge and weapon just as all hell broke loose. Paint chips raining violently from the ceiling drew Joey's eyes up. There were exposed, rotten and what looked like very heavy timbers above them.

"What the…" Flea shouted above the rumbling.

Joey looked up and down at the space they were in. The starewell was designed to withstand a fire about a hundred years ago. It had been blocked off when the school started getting complaints about asbestos poising and how it could affect the students. It wasn't designed to withstand an earthquake tearing though it today. Joey heard a crack and he looked up to see huge amounts of plaster falling away from the walls. He could see a timber break through the ceiling and he shoved Flea away from where it would have potentially landed on him. It took all his all his strength to shove the boy away. That was enough to save the kid but the massive oak beam still fell. It fell with the assistance of the laws of gravity landing directly on the cop. Joey collapsed to the floor with the enormous beam pushing back down on top of him. He could feel it across the front of his chest as the plaster and asbestos continued to rain down. He threw his right arm protectively across his face as plaster continued to drop down over him cutting and gouging at the delicate skin of his face.

"Joe-Joe…" Flea sat up and saw the man trapped under the rotting oak beam. He then slid across the floor shoving his own body over top of Joey's uncovered face in an effort to help the downed man.

Joey pushed and pushed at the beam. His chest was constricted from the weight of the object. It hurt to breath and it hurt even more to move. He could feel his left shoulder throbbing beneath the weight and continuous shifting of the earth. He was screaming. He could feel Flea shielding him from a possible second hit. His stomach was arched over his face the smell of aftershave lotion on overpowering his sinuses. He gritted his teeth as the world started to fade into silent fog. He was going to die here, Doug outside watching.

It was abruptly that the world went still. Deafeningly still…