A/N: Hope you enjoy! This story includes bar scenes, attempted rape scenes, and violence, if that's not your cup of tea I encourage you to turn away now before you get into the story. (Unless of course you're feeling brave) Please be well aware of the fact that not all Homosexuals are the way that I have written them in some of these scenes. Some people are just plain nasty or bad. I have absolutely nothing against Homosexuals! Some people are just plain rotten and mean. So please understand I'm just writing a few characters that way. (But most definitely not all of them I think you get what I mean? )

I Got Your Back Chapter 1

Frank "Ponch" Poncherello rushed through the double doors and got ready for work as fast as he could hoping his boss, Jared didn't notice he was late. Ponch had been late a few times this week already. He knew this time he was gonna get another lecture before he could actually get to work. The last time he was late Jared just took some money out of Ponch's pay check. Ponch didn't exactly want to work at a bar for homosexuals. Not that he didn't like them, but just working at a bar in general wasn't his cup of tea. But it paid enough for him to barely get by. He'd been living in a motor home, and living off tuna and beans for who knows how long now? He hated being so poor, but what could he do? He only had a high school education and lots of people hiring these days wanted you to at least have a two year college degree.

This wasn't his first choice in a workplace…but it did pay enough…well barely enough. Ponch longed to have a better job, but on the bright side he didn't have to work happy hour at midnight. That was always a little scary. He'd done it once and vowed never to get those hours again. As Ponch quickly tied the white apron around his waist he silently prayed he'd get a nice easy shift tonight.

He knew that was impossible, the very beginning and towards the end was always the hardest part. He got off at exactly twelve, midnight. When all those people were starting to pile in for "Happy Hour" and Ponch had run into some trouble with them before. A few in particular that always came…and always stared at Ponch like he was something else. Like some model from a magazine. It was hard to ignore the looks on their faces when they were practically drooling over him as he tried to escape this environment that always gave him the chills.

Ponch knew he should've just kept looking for a better place to go, but the thing was…he was desperate for a job. Desperate for money he needed to survive off some cash! And he already had run out of the money that his parents had given him a while ago, before they left for Chicago. His father had gotten one of those job offers that you'd be a fool to refuse, and as everyone knew very well Ponch's dad was no fool. Ponch however didn't want to go with the rest of the family to Chicago. He figured better things awaited him here in L.A. but something about how he was living and his job told him maybe things weren't as good here as he thought.

"Francis!" A familiar voice hollered bringing Ponch back to the present.

At first it made him jump, but then he realized who it was. "Oh…hi Mr. McNealy…"

"Francis you're fifteen minutes late! The costumers are very hungry and thirsty. Don't keep them waiting! Get to it boy…or lose your job."

"Yes sir," Ponch replied grabbing a few trays full of drinks and chip and dip. The dip smelled really strange and Ponch wanted to barf. But that was the way it normally smelled and apparently it was really good, otherwise no one would be buying it as much as they always did.

Ponch set a tray down on the table beside him then carefully lifted everything off handing each drink to the person that had bought it, then placing the chip and dip bowls in the middle of the table. He could feel all eyes staring at him as he worked. He made a point not to make eye contact. He knew if he looked at them they'd start a conversation. He learned that the first night. Someone commented on how much they liked his eyes. And then right there the very first night Ponch experienced what it was like to have a man hitting on him. Like actual real men trying to flirt with him! And that alone was unnerving. That was alright for some people, but for Ponch he just didn't swing that way. So it was weird to him.

Ponch picked up the tray and started back towards the kitchen. A co-worker behind the counter stopped him. "Hey, Ponch…that guy won't stop looking at you," Fred, Ponch's only work friend informed.

Ponch tried to ignore it. "He's probably just thirsty…" Ponch told himself.

"Yeah, thirsting for you, babe," he heard a voice from behind him say.

Ponch froze as soon as he heard that. "Crap that's Wayne…" he thought.

Wayne was a regular, he was the first guy Ponch came into contact with…and the first guy that ever tried to touch Ponch in a very unfit manner. Ponch was trying to avoid Wayne for weeks now. Wayne just kept coming back. He never said anything to Ponch he'd just sit by the window and stare. Ponch would do his job as best as he could without stressing out over the situation, but he couldn't help but wonder if Wayne would ever leave him alone.

Ponch started to walk closer towards the door to the kitchen. He went in fast and closed the door behind him. "Francis, get back out there! I'm not paying you to hide," Jared ordered shoving four treys his way. Ponch took each trey, balancing them carefully on his arms then headed back out into the main room. He took in a few deep breaths before trying to get past a group of people crowding around the bar. Someone was getting a little feisty. Ponch was sure happy he wasn't Fred. He didn't have to deal with the people at the counter.

Ponch quickly got everyone their drinks and was on his way back to the kitchen with the treys when a hand stopped him. Someone grabbed his arm. Ponch wasn't sure what was going on, soon he was spun around to face the person that had grabbed him. Wayne brushed some of the hair off Ponch's forehead. "Why so hostile towards me? I'm just like the rest of the guys…and a lot like you too," he said.

Ponch squirmed. "You're nothing like me, Wayne let go."

Fred upon seeing this from behind the counter could feel his ears getting hot as his blood began to boil. He hated it when anyone grabbed, touched, or did anything to Ponch. Fred was about to yell for Wayne to let go, when suddenly a hand came over Wayne's mouth and someone pulled Wayne away from Ponch. "Get back to work, Ponch," the man said.

Ponch nodded his thanks and hurried off. He didn't even look back to see who had just saved him. But little did he know the person that saved him was gonna turn out to be even more of a nightmare than Wayne…

CHP~CHP~CHP

Everything was beginning to die down now. All the excitement from earlier was gone. Wayne left and promised to be back later for "Happy Hour" Lord knows that's not why he was coming back at that time. Ponch still hadn't seen or heard from the guy that saved him. He was still grateful and didn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment though. If they did happen to cross paths he'd thank him. Little did he know the only reason he was saved was because the guy wanted a reason for Ponch to owe him something…Ponch kept glancing at his watch. The minutes seemed like hours. It was now eleven fifty eight. "Two more minutes…you got this, Ponch," he thought. Then suddenly he felt like he was melting. He was sweating so much…but why? He wasn't that hot…was he scared of something?

Fred noticed something right away. "Ponch…you okay?" he asked.

"Sure…I think so anyway. I'll be even better in two minutes," he replied flashing that trademark toothy grin of his.

Fred wasn't so sure he bought it, he looked at his watch. "One minute actually," he replied.

"Thirty seconds," Ponch corrected.

Fred stuck his tongue out at his friend, then he heard the clock make this dinging noise. It was midnight.

Ponch breathed a sigh of relief. "See you tomorrow, pal!" he called after hanging up his apron, and grabbing his jacket. He headed for the door.

"Be careful out there, Ponch!" Fred yelled.

Ponch wanted to ignore that, but Fred was right. He did need to be careful. As soon as he started to head for the door he felt people staring and some were even reaching for him. Ponch was almost running for the door now. The loud music and disco lights were beginning to bother his head. As soon as his hand touched the door handle and he began to pull it open he was face to face with Wayne.

"Well hello there, Ponchie baby I was just on my way to see you," Wayne said a crooked grin on his face.

"Leave me alone, please. I just wanna go home," Ponch practically begged.

Wayne just cackled.

Ponch literally had nowhere to run right now. Behind him was a sea of people just wanting him to come back..and in front of him was Wayne. Ponch tried to push past, but soon was pushed back by Wayne. Causing Ponch to lose his footing and fall to the floor. Wayne was standing over him, reaching down to grab him. Ponch crawled between Wayne's spread apart legs and out the door. For the first time thankful he was small. As soon as he breathed in the fresh air his freedom came to an end, or so he thought.

A hand came found its way to Ponch's shoulder. Causing the young Puerto Rican to almost jump out of his skin. "Whoa, easy there…calm down, Ponch," came the soft voice if a new friend of his. California Highway Patrol Officer Jonathan Baker.

Visibly Ponch relaxed, but how was he to know Jon wasn't like all the other people in the world he'd had the displeasure of crossing paths with? He was to say the least a little weary of Officers now too. They'd called the cops a few times while Ponch was working and being harassed by Wayne. At some point the officers stopped caring, and some of them even accused Ponch of enjoying it and wanting Wayne all over him like that. Ponch shuddered at the memory, an over-weight blonde CHP officer by the name of A. Grossman had came to the scene one day.

Flashback…

Ponch was pinned against the wall, Wayne on top of him. "You're looking great today, baby…how about a kiss?" he asked. He was half drunk from all his beer earlier. His breath reeked.

Ponch squirmed and wiggled trying to get away. Wayne got closer, Ponch could feel his cold hands on Ponch's shoulders. Ponch was hoping he could get away, but then Wayne began to give Ponch a nice soothing shoulder rub. Not a good thing! It was relaxing Ponch too much…if anyone where to give him a shoulder rub it was relaxing no matter who did it. Ponch LOVED shoulder rubs…especially since he was so tense a lot of the time.

Ponch was getting a little too relaxed, and no one was doing a thing. Fred was using the restroom.

Once again Wayne asked "Baby, how about a kiss?" as soon as those slurred words came outta his mouth Ponch remembered it was Wayne in front of him and he was a little too close.

"No! Get off me!" Ponch cried and pushed him. Wayne fell back stunned, but when he fell back he had a firm grip on Ponch pulling him forward and now on top of him. That was when Officer Grossman decided to show up…he walked in and found the waiter on top of the customer, and trying to get up. The customer was reaching for the young Latino, obviously wanting him back.

Grossman sighed and shook his head. "If you're gonna complain about the customer at least have a more reasonable and believable case…it seems to me that you wanted this, just as much as he did," Grossman said.

Ponch's eyes grew wide. "WHAT!? Me want him!? Never! No way!" he defended.

Grossman snorted "Yeah right…anyway to avoid calling us all the time why don't you and your friend wait till after work to…to do whatever it is you were doing."

"Officer Grossman, I didn't want him to touch me!" Ponch cried.

Soon Fred entered the room before Ponch could get too raged and try to fight with the officer. As he knew would happen if Ponch wasn't constantly being watched by his friends and co-workers.

End flashback…

Suddenly Ponch was brought back to reality when Jon said his name a little loudly. "Ponch?"

"Huh?" Ponch asked a little confused.

"Are you alright?" Jon questioned concern lacing his voice.

Ponch stared at him for a while. "Um yeah," he said.

Jon wasn't buying it. "What where you doing in there?" he queried.

"Uh…nothing…why?" Ponch replied staring at the ground a mixed emotion of embarrassment and anger that Jon found him there. He never wanted Jon to know…

Jon stared up at the night sky, it was velvet black and filled with million of stars that twinkled. That was when he decided to speak up. "Ponch," he said and caught the other man's attention. "I heard the guys at central think it's waste to guard around at a night club. I can't do something, but I know someone who can."

Ponch stared back at the blonde officer, what was Jon really talking about and rather about who? "So...are you guys gonna send some guy in cover, you mean?"

Jon kept for himself that his new friend talked about the person like a guy, but that didn't mattered. "You could say so." He chuckled for himself and then he looked at Ponch's brown eyes that held so much confusion. "I can't do so much and not the guys at central since we got more duties to tend to. But the person I'm talking about can do it, it's just a new cadet and well...let's say this one haven't gotten so much work to do than simple paperwork."

The Puerto Rican frowned and thought about it. He never asked for this, but it was true what Jon told him and the officers couldn't be there always. But another officer, a cadet, would watch him incognito? For some reason, that felt a bit comforting. "Hey, Jon. This cadet you talk about...how soon he be there?"

Once again, Jon hid his laughter as Ponch kept referring the cadet for a male and he ignored it as Ponch would discover it in time. "Well, is tomorrow too soon?"

It was then Ponch began to smile, for the first time in months and since these incidents occurred, it was a cheerful grin. "Tomorrow is perfect, Jon!"

Tomorrow night came quickly, but it felt like the pace of a snail for Ponch. But once Jon appeared, Ponch lost his imagination about a tall, strong guy like his newfound friend.

First off, the guys was shorter than him. Secondly, he didn't looked the least inch of strong. The poor guy could be squashed and rolled into the garbage by Wayne. Third and lastly, it was a small and ginger boy, Ponch would agree with whoever was the boss at the CHP central wouldn't give this guys too much work. The cadet looked as if he would break.

He stared. "What I expected was...different." He finally said.

Jon sighed, he knew Ponch would get discouraged by the sight of his cadet. "C'mon, Ponch. Don't judge of the appearances. Who knows? This one could be twice as strong and quick as fire."

Ponch groaned. "Alright, I give the guy one chance! But the second he gets beaten up, I send him home!"

"This cadet is just three years younger than you, not a kid."

"He looks like a kid for me!"

"Just one chance, please?"

Ponch sighed. "Okay then..."

The hours went on and it was time for Ponch's shift to begin. Jon left for home, but he promised to sit by the phone if anything would happen. Once in a while, the Puerto Rican glanced over to the table where the tiny, ginger boy sat.

He wasn't attracted to guys, but he must confess he was cute. He has a small button nose with freckles above, wide eyes that was green like clovers and the hair was so curly in every direction, orange like a carrot. His body build were thin and lean, looking more like a weak teenager.

But it was something about this guy Ponch felt something strong for. Maybe it was the hair, maybe the eyes or maybe something he smelled like. It was just something there, something he missed.

One hour passed and nothing went wrong. Another one and it was already over two hours since his work shift began. Ponch was amazing of how this felt like, it was like dancing on roses and nothing had gone wrong yet. Actually, he haven' even seen Wayne yet.

It was almost midnight as Ponch went to the little guy's table to give his drinks refills, which was only soda. "How long are you gonna sit here?" He whispered.

"Until you're safe." replied the ginger back and smiled. "If you want, I can walk you home."

"Nice offer, but no thanks." Ponch mumbled and cleaned off the table with a piece of cloth.

The cadet just smiled again. "I will anyways because it's after work thing are most dangerous."

Ponch knew that this guy wouldn't give up and that was when he worried of Wayne would go after this little guy instead. The poor ginger wouldn't stand a chance! But he admired how kind and loyal this cadet was and he understood why Jon chose him of all officers.