This is inspired by a near car accident on my part... eeek! I don't own Jump Street or we would be filming this right now! I think this would be a great episode!

Chapter 1

Dennis Booker walked tiredly into the chapel bypassing his own desk. He walked through the ongoing chaos that seemed to consume the area daily. He shuffled past Hanson and Penhall arguing over whose turn it was to write the report for the previous nights bust. He expertly dodged a paper airplane launched by Hoffs in the direction of Ioki who was fervently writing in a file. He made it all the way to Captain Fuller's office to knock on the door.

"Come in!" The voice sounded stressed.

Booker's eyes shifted from the right to the left when he heard the dark almost annoyed tambour of the older mans voice. He took a deep breath in and opened the door. Fuller was standing at his desk wiping water from the top of it. More water seemed to be pouring from the ceiling.

"Did I miss something… when did we add a waterfall?" Booker looked up watching the water continue to rain down on the normally organized desk.

The statuesque black man turned towards the dark eyed officer looking highly irritated. He dropped the folder he was drying and threw the paper towel down onto the floor. The white paper landed in a puddle with a loud squish.

"Booker… this is not a good time… Sal!" Fuller walked impatiently to the door and shouted which brought several officers running.

"Holy shit Cap'n what…"

"I don't want to hear it Doug Penhall… and that goes double for you Tom Hanson. Sal!" Fuller shouted again for the illusive janitor.

Hanson and Penhall both looked at each other and did an about face heading back to their desks only to see Blowfish standing in front of them. There was a crack of thunder as the bigger officer looked at the curly haired janitor and pointed to Fuller's officer.

"You're being paged."

"SAL!" Fuller's voice tore through the Chapel as Ioki and Hoffs both shot to their desks and the janitor ran towards the office.

"It's pouring down rain outside."

"It's pouring down rain in my OFFICE!"

The voices were abruptly cut off by the darkness that the building was plunged into.

"I hate lightning storms." Judy stated to nobody in particular.

"I'll protect you." Penhall laughs.

"Penhall, you'll need protection if you take one more step towards me with that… thing." Judy snapped looking up to see Doug Penhall walking towards her with a water gun.

It was only a few more seconds of darkness when the lights came back on with the help of a back-up generator. The bigger cop swiftly tucked the leaking pistol into the front of his jeans in an effort to protect his innocence. Penhall then looked up at the ceiling whistling to himself. Hanson shook his head in amusement at the immaturity of his partner and the wet spot growing in the front of his jeans. He looked back at Booker who was sitting at his own desk quietly rotating a Rubics Cube. He seemed distracted as he slowly rotated the multi-colored blocks trying to line them up on each side. It soon became apparent that the officer couldn't concentrate as he opened his desk drawer and flung the irksome cube into the wooden drawer, slamming it shut.

"Everything okay Dennis?" Hanson asked not moving from his own desk.

Dennis was watching the clock on the wall, apparently not noticing the other cop addressing him.

"Booker!" Dennis jumped at Hanson's voice.

"Yeah… sorry... I'm sorta day dreaming right now." Dennis looked around and then back at the clock.

"Is everything alright?" Hanson asked again.

"Yeah… I need to get out of here kinda early today. I'm supposed to meet the mother in about an hour at the airport. I need to get out of here soon if I'm gonna make it." Dennis glanced nervously at the clock on the wall beside him.

"Hell bud, get out of here I'll talk to Fuller for ya." Hanson responded. "Besides, it doesn't appear anything is going to happen of importance today."

"You sure… I mean… I don't want to leave anyone hanging out to dry." Booker seemed genuinely concerned about leaving. His eyes pleaded with Hanson.

"Fill out the vacation sheet and I'll let Fuller know when he is a little less stressed." Hanson laughed with a wink.

"Thanks man." Booker jumped and handed Hanson the already filled out vacation sheet and ran out the door.

"What was that all about?" Penhall asked as another thunder clap shook the Chapel.

"The man needs to meet his mother at the airport." Hanson responded situating himself at his own desk where he picked up his coffee mug and took a long drink from the dark lukewarm liquid. He wrinkled his nose at the fluid sliding down the back of his throat.

"What?" Penhall laughed.

"What asshole put salt in my coffee?" Hanson shouted.

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Booker gunned the engine on his classic black Monte Carlo as he blew through the yellow light. He was late and he knew it. His mother would be left waiting for him at the airport if he didn't get there soon. He had an hour trip and thirty minutes to make it in. He was cutting it close and he knew it. He continued down the road merging onto the interstate. The rain continued to fall hard as he moved closer to where he was heading. He was driving a bit faster than he should of but he still wasn't speeding.

Booker saw the tractor trailer in his rearview mirror and thought nothing of the oversized vehicle swerving in and out of traffic. He held his ground as the white and red cab of the truck shifted into the lane beside him. Booker continued to concentrate on the road around him as the cab of the vehicle inched past him and then the trailer too. Dennis shook his head as he noted the name on the side, KIN-ZINKTONS.

He laughed to himself as he wondered what the hell a KIN-ZINKTON was. He heard a horn as he glanced to the right and the trailer was coming into his lane. Dennis panicked when something clipped the front of his car sending him spinning out of control. He held his breath as he felt the car spinning wildly in a circle. He closed his eyes in horror as he felt the car running off the side of the road and down an embankment. Dennis pumped and slammed the brakes; they did nothing to stop the car.

Oh GOD the brake lines! I'm gonna die… I am gonna die right now. This jerk just hit me with his trailer and I am going to die!

Dennis struggled to find his breath as the car continued down the steep embankment it was soon rolling down the hill. Dennis registered the sounds of screaming but it didn't seem to occur to him they were coming from him. He felt something slam into his head and his side. Over and over something pummeled violently into his left side. The car then landed abruptly against the side a large boulder type rock. Dennis wasn't aware he had come to a stop as he had blacked out momentarily from the impact.

"Oh… GOD…" Dennis Booker struggled to take a breath as he opened his eyes a short moment later.

The sound of rain hitting the windshield and the hissing of the radiator against the cold water was the only thing apparent to his senses. Dennis slumped forward as he unsnapped his seat belt. He tried to move his left arm and the sudden shock of pain reminded him not to try that again. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the pain in his left side reminded him what had happened. He opened his eyes and looked down at his left arm and then his legs…

still there… do they move… GOD that hurts…don't do that again. Wait… I smell something…

Dennis sucked in a deep breath as he realized he smelled fuel and that was when he noticed the small flame burning in his engine. Dennis glanced around the car. He needed his jacked and anything else he could use to help himself. The fire was slowly consuming the front end of the car and Dennis realized he needed to get out now. He could smell the gas stronger when he sucked in a deep painful breath. He had to get out… he had to get out now.

SO tell me what you think? Should I continue?? This might just be a bit more dramatic than what happened to me. I just happen to have a very active imagination!