Disclaimer: I don't own 21 Jump Street or the characters. But could I please borrow Tom for a while? :o)
Chapter One
Analeese Carter stepped out of the driver's seat of her blanck-and-white, and looked up at the chapel. Stain glass windows, and a giant cross right on the top.
"This should be fun…" She mumbled to herself, her combat boots clinking together as she walked.
Analeese had been assigned to the Jump Street chapel when on duty; a robber mistook her for a groupie and tried to get her to help him get away 2with a million dollars of stolen jewels from the local jewelers. Let's just say: after that, the chief wasn't too happy and sent her off with other "young looking" cops are the 21 Jump Street chapel. She wasn't too fond it at first, she had a mind to quit and become a rent-a-cop at the Winsome Place Mall. 'At least I'd still have my cuffs…' She thought.
Making her way up the stairs and in the door, she was almost knocked over by a balding man carrying a pile of papers sky-rocketing above his head. She was also bombarded by all of the ringing telephones and talking people as soon as she set foot in the door.
"You have got to be kidding me." She was about to turn around and walk back out when a sturdy hand grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her back around.
"So, you must be Analeese."
She plastered on a big, fake smile. "Captain Fuller."
"Just the girl we've been waiting for." Before he led her to his office, he looked her up and down. Her hair: jet black with red streaking out the bottom, her face: eyes a lovely blue colour, but smudged with black kohl. Her jeans were ripped at the knee, at the thigh, and other small tears all around her legs. To top it all off, she was sporting a faded Rolling Stones t-shirt that came off her shoulder with a white tank underneath. And on her feet were combat boots that looked like they had been through both World Wars.
After conquering the sea of people, Analeese had another task to face: her fellow "young looking" cops. She gave each of them a once-over. They all looked to be 22 or 23, but could easily pass for a senior in high school. Why not?
"Hey you guys." Captain Fuller announced, clasping his hand on Analeese's shoulder once more. "This is Analeese Carter. The newest edition to our happy family." He stressed the phrase 'happy family'.
"Hi." Analeese lifted up a hand, and then shoved it back down in her pocket.
One of the dark haired guys stood up and stuck his hand out.
"Tom Hanson." She accepted his hand, and shook it lightly.
"Harry Ioki." He waved to her, but offered no hand.
"Judy Hoffs. Welcome to the Jump Street Chapel."
And last, a buff, tall guy stood and walked over to Analeese, grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on it.
"Doug Penhall, at your service Mademoiselle."
Analeese snatched her hand from his grasp, and wiped the spit off the back of her hand on her jeans.
"Okay, okay. Enough of that. Grab a seat, Analeese." She noticed the empty stool next to the guy that introduced himself as Tom, and made her way over to it and sat.
"Down to business. Hoffs, Ioki, how are things going at Whitehurst?"
Judy spoke up. "I have a lead on the bets, but I'm not quite sure yet. Give us another week." Harry nodded in agreement.
"Okay… but no more. We have to make an arrest soon, or we'll be forced to bring in the cops in uniform.
The whole group put on an expression filled with disdain on their faces. Apparently, they didn't like the police officers that well.
"Alright, new business. There's something weird going down at St. Williams. A teenage girl had been identified as one of the kids involved, and we need to get you guys in there for proof. Hanson, Carter, and Penhall, I've registered you all as transfers from Ridgemont. Notorious for your involvement with drugs, and a criminal record. You were put in as siblings."
Analeese looked at Tom and Doug. Could they pass off as siblings? The idea of this "young cop" thing was starting to rub her the wrong way. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.