Hello Jumpstreeters :) I wrote the first chapter of this story over three years ago but never continued it until now. It'll be quite a long story so I'll be posting a lot of chapters.
Story is set around season 2.
Warnings apply: language, graphic content. Oh and Tommy torture.
Enjoy!
"I'm telling you Hanson, the trip to London would be awesome!
After picking up his best friend Doug Penhall in his blue 1968 mustang that morning to go to work, it was all he talked about; going to London together on vacation. Tom liked the idea at first because he felt like he needed a break. Work started to weigh him down over these past few months because the cases weren't what you call fun. He had just wrapped up a drug case a week ago which dragged on for over a month. There were too many setbacks and plenty of yelling from Fuller. He was left disillusioned and thought he was never going to get it done.
He liked the idea of a vacation but the thing was, he wanted a vacation alone.
Tom looked at his friend with a deadpan expression. "It's too far," he excused.
"I know, but it's another country where people actually speak English!"
"Why does that even matter?" He asked, irritably.
Doug formed a lop-sided smile on his face which only meant trouble. "British girls."
Tom rolled his eyes. "I knew it."
That was the reason why he wanted a vacation alone. Because even though he loved Doug as a brother, he can be really irresponsible sometimes. Like, how can he think he could pick up a British girl and take her to America? And besides, one of the main reasons why he felt he needed a vacation, was to clear his head. But knowing Doug he loved to drive him up the wall with his dumb comments and silly antics.
"Ok, let me lay it out on you. It's not London, I just don't want to be stuck with you for a whole week," he finally admitted off his chest.
Doug looked a bit hurt. He didn't intend to hurt his feelings in any way. But he tried not to feel guilty because he was only being honest.
"Oh thanks a lot Tom!" Doug spat, angrily. "I sometimes wonder why we're best friends!" he then whipped his body away from him and stomped up the steel steps. His feet clanged heavily with every step up towards the chapel.
He was so taken aback from Doug's outburst, he was at lost what to say. Sure, they fought in the past before, but those words cut deep because he valued their friendship so much. If it weren't for Doug, he would have found it difficult fitting in at Jump Street. But Doug taught him that it's okay to act like a goof on the job instead of taking it seriously. He opened him up in many ways he never thought possible. But he got to admit, their friendship got rocky sometimes because their different personalities didn't always clash well - but it usually always recovered. It had to anyway because they were partners and they worked together.
But it never occurred to him that Doug would take those words to heart and he wished he could take it back.
Before he could apologize, he felt hands grip both of his arms and forcefully pull him back from behind. He stumbled over his feet. He really thought was going to fall until his weight fell against a body from behind him.
He let out a startled cry, only to be cut off immediately when a hand clamped over his mouth. It pressed on his face so hard, his jaw ached.
He froze in spot as his heart sped underneath his blue shirt.
What was going on?
Is this a joke?
Judy or Ioki trying to scare me for a laugh?
His heart slowed down in a steady pace when the realization hit.
It wasn't the first time they snuck up from behind him, arm round his neck, hands over his eyes, in a playful way.
But he was soon proved wrong in the matter of seconds as he felt something sharp point against the back of his skull.
It felt like a gun.
His heart fired up and sped again, even faster than before.
He didn't think Judy or Ioki would never think of pointing a gun at his head for a was something different... This wasn't a game... He was in real danger!
In panic, he looked up at Doug and saw he was now half-way up the steps, completely unaware of what was happening down below. He was still talking. He sounded angry and was saying something, but he couldn't hear what.
Doug! Help! He was supposed to yell out, but it sounded muffled from underneath the hand and immediately, the gun behind his head pressed harder against him.
"Shut up!" a low growl masked in a whisper hissed in his ear.
He felt chills run and down his spine. It definitely wasn't a joke and definitely didn't sound like anyone he knew.
Adreneline rushed through his veins, telling him to do something. But what? There was a gun pointed at his head!
The only thing he could think of, was what he learned whilst at the police academy. They said the best way to handle situations like these, was by cooperating until help arrived. Because if he struggled, he would risk being shot.
But what help? Doug had already disappeared through the door and there was no one else in sight.
The man started to move and dragged him backwards. He stumbled over his feet with every unguided step
"Hurry up!" a second voice called from behind him. It was a male's voice and he didn't recognize it either.
The man moved his hand away from his mouth and before he could think of escaping, he was forcefully pushed into the back seat of a black car.
Chapter two will be on the way! Please drop in a review if you have the time. I'm quite nervous posting this and still learning to write.