Disclaimer: I do not own 21 Jump street or anything related with it so please do not sue me lol. I only own the original characters I put into the story.

AN - This is my first 21 jump street fanfiction. I haven't written fanfiction in a very very long time so if this sucks I'm really sorry. I had this idea in my mind and I'm not sure its good, but just let me know what you guys think. Thanks.

Stop the pain

Chapter One

Tom Hanson entered the busy chapel at 7:05 Monday morning, everyone busy doing paperwork or talking on the phone to even notice him walk over to his desk and silently take a seat. It had been two weeks since Amy was murdered and none of this seemed to matter any more. Going to work everyday to play some bad-ass drug dealing high school kid, what was the point? Busting kids for doing drugs. Why? Sure drugs are dangerous and could get people killed. But innocent people die everyday, people who don't deserve it. People who had never done anything wrong... People like Amy.

Most of the kids they arrested didn't even learn from their mistakes. As soon as they were out, they either went back to using or dealing. Nothing he or any other cop did would ever change that. So why do this everyday? These kids were going to do whatever they wanted. They used drugs to escape the horrible reality of the world around them. To escape the pain and fear. Who was he to stop them, when he wanted to do the same thing. Escape the painful memories of that night.

The image of her being shot playing over and over in his mind. Her screaming for him and he for her. Her lifeless body lying on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood. And he, a trained police officer had done nothing to stop it. Of course he couldn't stop it... He couldn't even stop high school kids from using drugs. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the memories.

Amy screaming his name.

A gun shot echoing in his head.

No!

Amy's lifeless body.

Blood... so much blood.

Tom ran his hands through his hair, slightly pulling at it. Trying to pull the memories out of his brain, to forget what had happened that night. Forget everything. Forget the images that kept taunting him.

"..., Tom?"

Tom's head shot up and met the worried eyes of Doug Penhall. "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine." Tom lied. He was far from okay, but he would never admit that to anyone. They would make him go to see the psychologist, one thing he swore he would never do again.

"Captain wants to see us." Doug looked at Tom, he was worried about his friend. Everyone had been on edge since Tom had that break down. But Tom had sworn he was going to the psychologist and was getting through this difficult time. "You sure you're okay?"

"I said I'm fine!" Tom snapped, standing up and walking towards Fuller's office. He was sick of everyone asking him how he was. He just wanted everyone to leave him alone, he hated their sympathy. He never asked for it, not when his father died and he certainly did not need it now.

Both men entered Fullers office and took a seat. Fuller eyed the men and sensed all was not right. He looked over at Tom and felt for him. Tom had gone through so much in his life, losing his father at such a young age and now he was reliving it all over again. Fuller had suggested that Tom take some time off to clear his head but Tom had ignored him and insisted on coming back to work. Fuller wasn't sure Tom was ready to go back in the field but he had a new case and needed two of his best officers for the job.

"There's been three drug related deaths at Burlingwood high school this past month. It may be coincidental but I've got the feeling someone is lacing the drugs with a dangerous substance that's killing these kids. I need you two to go in and see what's going on in that school." He handed a folder to each of the officers with the details of the case and watched as they both nodded and exited the office.

"The McQuaid Brothers!" Doug screamed as soon as they stepped foot outside Fuller's office. Tom smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes and walked to his desk with out doing the infamous McQuaid Brothers handshake. Tom said at his desk and opened the file looking over the information. Two boys and girl had been the "victims" if you could even call them that. No one shoved those drugs down their throats, they took them voluntarily.

Tom sighed and closed the file. He had to get ready for a new day... A new day doing the same old thing. All he could think about was how useless this was. He could not help these kids, no one could. But he had a job to do, and maybe just maybe it would stop those haunting images of a lifeless body surrounded by blood that kept flashing in his mind.

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Tom and Doug walked into Burlingwood highschool wearing their usual McQuaid brothers outfits and walking down the hall like they owned the place. They pushed past anyone in their way and anyone who dare say something to them would be in a whole lot of pain. By the end of the school day everyone knew of the McQuaid brothers, that Tommy McQuaid had killed someone and that the two brothers were into drugs, they were users and dealers.

When the last bell rang signaling that the students could finally go home Tom got up to walk out of the classroom but the teacher called his name, grabbing his arm. He was probably going to reprimand him for interrupting the class to many times. Tom roughly pulled away from the teacher.

"Don't touch me." He shot Mr. Harris a look that made the man back away before finally leaving the classroom.

Tom was waiting for Doug by his blue mustang when a kid approached him. The kid was about the same height and build as Tom, maybe a little skinnier with blue eyes and slicked back black hair. "I'm Mickey." He stuck his hand out and Tom looked at it for a moment before wearily shaking it. "I've heard all about you and your brothers reputation. Here's a little welcome present." Mickey smiled and walked away.

Tom looked down at his hand and found a little bag filled with white powder. A part of his brain longed to know what it felt like to just escape from the world for a little while. It was the same part that made him slip the bag into his back pocket when he heard Doug come over to him.

"Whose that guy?" Doug asked looking at the retreating form of Mickey.

Tom looked at the back of Mickey's head and then over to Doug, the only thing he could about was the bag in his pocket. "No one." He responded as he and Doug got into the car and drove towards the chapel.