Involves younger, slightly manlier Tom in high school, at some point does into detail about the murder of his dad, has a reference to Ms. Congeniality. Don't own 21 Jump Street or Ms. Congeniality (which by the way is a very tiny itsy bitsy reference). Ummm, yeah. So I'm new, feel free to offer constructive criticism or anything. I don't get hurt easily and I won't break. I will take anything into consideration. Ummm wasn't too sure about the rating. May get a little well, more, in future chapters, or maybe have a little bit more sensitive topics.. yea…. And it will talk more about Jump Street and all that, just not as much in Chapter 1. Enjoy or not. Wat evs it's a free country! Oh and you may be the ones deciding whether or not there is a chapter 2 or not! Lol, yeah, it may suck that bad. Ha okay.

-Peace-out

CHAPTER 1

"Hanson! Get in here!" Fuller barked the order across the chapel hoping that the young officer would hear him.

"Hoffs, where's Hanson?" he searched the big wide room and found no trace of him. Nor did he sight another one of his men. "Damn it. Where the hell are Hanson and Penhall?!"

"They're in the other room betting on a Red Sox game." Out of nowhere a young Vietnamese man rolled into sight on a wheely office chair.

"What Ioki? Baseball? Hmmm…. Didn't think Hanson knew anything about baseball or any other sports to tell the truth…Tell Hanson his sister's on the telephone, and no gambling!" the roar of his voice strong and threatening enough to will anyone into doing as the older but fierce man pleased.

"Come on, pay up Doug."

Two men in their 20's sat in what looked like a supply room watching a television screen. The older and larger looking of the two sat with a frown on his face and the other with a big smirk. The happier of the two was a little shorter and a lot skinnier.

"No fair, you're not supposed to know anything about baseball. How'd ju know anything bout baseball?"

"I caught in high school."

Looking at the younger man's small frame and comparing it to the usually larger ones of baseball catchers, Doug breathed, "Naaaaaah."

"Hey Hanson, your sister's on the phone. Fuller's got the call in his office."

"Wha? You've gotta sister? Ohhhh… Is she as pretty as you? No way, not prettier than Hanson."

"Ha." Tom Hanson spat a very unenthusiastic chuckle to his partner. "Did she say what she wanted?"

"Hey, I'm just the messenger."

Tom Hanson scooted off into Fuller's office where his captain connected him with his sister. "Hey sis, what's up? Why'd you call?"

A young and obviously feminine voice on the other end responded, "It's Fuj. He's up for parole."

"Oh shit." Memories started to flow back to his high school days, which weren't all that long ago.

In his sister's trademark sarcastic yet somehow serious tone she spat out "Oh, shits right. I talked to some lawyers, and it looks like there's a good chance he's going to be let out early."

5 YEARS EARLIER

Billie sat in her third period class knowing full well why her teacher was treating her so unfairly. She knew because she had planned on it. Mr. Fuginaka's math class was pretty much a joke. He was the school's head baseball coach and not a very good teacher so the faculty had given him only one period at a teaching position that almost anyone who graduated high school could teach. Billie Hanson was very smart, but she sometimes had trouble actually doing school work out of school, which resulted in her getting a D on her quarter report card in her honors math class. Despite her mother and step-father's astonishment and disappointment, Billie decided to take this as a sign from God and chose to transfer into a normal math class. Mr. Fuginaka's math class. The class taught by the son of a bitch who had caused her brother so much pain and humiliation. Being the tricky little conniver Billie Jo Hanson was, she was planning on using his weaknesses in class to prove to everybody he was the immature, sadistic, abusive bastard she knew he was in her heart. Pay back was gonna be a bitch. And who but him would expect sweet little Billie Hanson to protect her big brother.

Tommy Hanson, Billie's older brother, had just recently removed himself from the baseball team. Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. How to describe Tommy? Well, he had big brown eyes and an adorable baby face. Yet, his baby face was masculinized by his hair that flipped just the right way over his eyes and by his body, that wasn't really that buff but not skinny either. He pulled off being very strong yet not overly big, and cute but at the same time tough, which made the guys want to be him, and the girls want to be with him. He was very athletic and had been a minor star in football and had even more talent in baseball. Tommy was by far the best catcher on the team and one of the best pitchers. In his freshman year, however, the head coach had decided that he didn't like this kid and it was up to him to make his life hell in and out of baseball. His goal was to push this little twerp as far as he could. He was horrible and nasty to Tommy, even when his father had died. He lasted much longer than Fug, as the players call him, had thought he would. Tommy stuck it out until he became a big twerp (as opposed to a little twerp). Fug did not like this one bit and made sure that in his senior year Tommy would have as little playing time as possible and made sure that no college scouts would ever look at him. Tommy loved everybody on the team and even after leaving would still support them at games, but just couldn't handle the constant abuse from his coach and couldn't stay on if he wasn't even allowed to play the game he loved.

Despite what Fuj tried to do, Tommy still had things going for him, like being extremely smart to the point where he pretty much didn't have to study, and the fact that he was very popular. Although, despite the despite just stated, Tommy had a place in his heart full of hate and fear that was created by Fujinaka's abuse and he would sometimes loose his temper.

The first day Billie transferred into the class, she was immediately regarded as Hanson's sister and knew that she had succeeded in the first step of her plan: getting Fuj to dislike her. It was actually pretty easy considering all she had to say was, "Yes, Tommy's my brother." Step two was getting on his nerves and pushing the right buttons without anybody else recognizing what she was doing. Throughout the year, when Billie went to one of her brothers games or just saw the evil man around school, she would notice things that made him tick. She noticed that when anyone mispronounced his name, he would become extremely bothered. Another thing that bothered him was people not acknowledging his accomplishments. Earlier in the year, Billie had witnessed a freshman bump into Fuj. The boy saw him wearing a school cap and asked him if he knew who the baseball coach was. The man just stared at the kid with his beady dark eyes and growled, "I'm the coach, kid. And I see you littered. That's a week's detention before school and during lunch." The kid had dropped a pencil after bumping into the older yet very immature man. That Jackass! Well, Billie had at least a couple things she could do to piss him off by reflecting this and similar stories.

BJ, as some would call her, decided to start preparing for her little...plan…a few weeks before the transference into her new class. In all her classes but science, she started to mispronounce many of her teachers' names as well as other words, claiming that she had hit her head hard against a pole while babysitting a wild skateboarding eight year old and the nurse who checked out her head said that she would slur or stutter for a month or two. It was kinda a lame story but everyone just seemed accepted it no problem. She did this a few weeks before and a few weeks into the class by the time it was when this part of the story began. A couple days into the hell hole of a math class, for most people, Fujinaka rudely came up to BJ and told her that her brother had left his "disgusting" baseball mitt in the supply room and needed to get it.

Noting, but not visibly showing the fact that she noticed his choice of words, "Oh, thanks, I guess I can just talk to the baseball coaches later, I'm sure they'll be nice enough to show me or Tommy where it is."

"I'm the baseball coach, you little bit…."

Billie just smiled back at him. He almost called a student a bitch and he really wanted to. If she hadn't have responded to quickly with that snooty smile he would have continued, despite the other kids listening in on their conversation. Billie said, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize, I just never heard anything about you before."

This made him even angrier. The kid he tried to push to the edge all those years hadn't even been hurt enough to confide in his family? Tommy had confided in his family, to some extent, and they all knew how much of a jackass the coach was, but Billie knew that not letting Fuj know that was the best way to go, and as it turned out, Billie really did liked seeing Fuj squirm and lash out in hate, knowing that he couldn't really do anything to her without consequences. Ah, but he did try. For the first time in a long time, Billie actually concentrated on her school work and she knew she was getting all the homework and test questions right, but for some reason, she was still getting F's and D's. Fuj would make up lame excuses for why they were wrong and make accusations of her cheating. This, as I stated earlier, was what Billie was expecting and hoping for. She did ask him about the grades, but didn't push him enough to get faculty members involved. Not yet at least. Not until she blew a fuse.

Back in the classroom, Billie sat waiting for the bell to ring. When it did, she waited for the class to clear and went up to the teacher.

"Excuse me sir, I was wondering if I could talk to you about my grades."

"Oh. My. A-gosh, you are exactly like your twerp of a brother, Tommy."

Haha yessss, something to work with. "Please don't call my brother that."

"I'll call him whatever I want, and I decide what you're grades are. I'm the teacher. Remember?!"

"I know, but please, I need to talk to you about why I am getting such bad grades, please can you talk with me Mr. Faganuka?"

Smack! Ha, the dumbass actually hit me! Oh yeah, he's gonna get it… But owwww! Damn, being socked in the face hurts like hell. Oh my god wait a minute, I mean I expected a slap or something, but he full out sucker punched me. What an evil conniving…kay, get it together, you blew his fuse, your plan will still work.

Blood started trickling down from above BJ's right eye. "I'm sorry, I think I'm gonna just go to the office instead. Bye."

"No!" Fuj grabbed Billie's right arm tightly. "No, it wasn't my fault. It was your fault!"

"Will you please let go of me?"

"No, no. no! You and your brother are just, just… god damn whores!"

"What? Umm… Mr. Fajanuka, I don't really see how this situation makes me a whore, but whatever, just let go of my arm." Oh shit too much. Shooouldn't a played the Faganuka card again, but seriously, "whores"? I mean I know I dress kinda a little bit maybe slutty sometimes, but what about Tommy? And why would he say it in a situation like this? Wow, what a pathetic little man. Can't even think up a good comeback…

Fug grabbed her other arm and pulled Billie in closer to him. "You are not going to report me. You are not."

Oh my god, too close, too close!! Sing! Yeah okay, good, I'll sing… Billie kneed Fuj in the stomach really hard. He loosened his grip but didn't let go until she stomped on his foot and released one of her arms. With that arm she bent her fingers half way, made a stiff hand and rammed it at his nose, making him let go of her other arm to grasp his wounded honker. She could have run away with out him grabbing her at this point, but just for kicks, well, she kicked him in the balls. Thank you Miss Congeniality! She exited the room, head still bleeding and a black eye starting to form, when she saw two of her brother's good looking friends, who were still currently on the baseball team, standing at the door, Tristin and Jesse.

"Billie, what was that?" said the taller of the two, Tristin. He was also several inches taller than Billie's brother. He had blue eyes and dark blond hair and a very awkward past and connection with Billie.

"Hey, are you okay Beaj?" asked Jesse, his dark brown hair complementing the concerned baby blue eyes that were staring intently on Billie.

"Yeah, I just gotta get to the office." And she darted off, in pursuit of the school counseling office. Yeah, this creep is gonna get it, especially once they see my eye. Oh gosh damn! Greeeeat. Black eye's definitely going to go great with all of my outfits for the next couple weeks. Well, one thing's for sure people are going to stare… Whatever, I'll worry about that later.

"Hold up Beaj! Hey Tristin, stay with Fuj, and err, I guess make him stay in the room for now."

"Yeah, sure."

Jesse chased after BJ. "What was going on in there? We heard Fuj yelling and saw him grabbing someone through the window from a few class rooms down."

"Hey just don't worry about it right now. I'm just gonna talk to my counselor first and then we'll figure it all out, okay?"

"Kay… Oh shit. God that was FUJ. The baseball coach. I mean, I know he's an ass, but… wow." Jesse stared off into space. He knew what Fuj was capable of and what he had done to him. Why Billie was able to get away was unknown to him. No way Hanson's sister was stronger than him. Maybe it was just that he, Jesse, was the only one Mr. Fujinaka has done that to. But why else would Tommy leave the team? He was so sure Tommy had been getting the same treatment from that bastard and…

As they walked toward the door to the counseling office, Billie didn't bother to tell Jesse he was about to walk into a wall.