Summary – When Captain Fuller is Away, the kiddie cops will play

Penhall the Boss

Tom Hanson glared at the man across the table from him. Sweat beaded down his face as he tried to keep his concentration. His arm was shaking badly, Doug Penhall was bloody strong, it amazed Tom how his partner could be this strong (as to beat him multiple times at this game) and yet he was able to knock him out for a few seconds at the Military Academy. They were currently in a deep game of arm wrestling, and Doug wasn't giving an inch. Tom took a deep breath, he felt it was time for him to try and make his move, enough trying to match strength with strength, Tom needed a plan, a by the book way to win.

"Giving up yet?" Penhall asked, meeting Tom head on.

"No…" Tom gasped for breath as he tried to keep the minimal grip that he had on the game.

"I'm going to beat you Tommy…" Penhall said with a grin. Tom's glare became more intense as he tried his damndest to beat his friend and partner. He was praying for a plan, anyway to beat Doug Penhall fair and square when (if by God's own hand he would never know) Blowfish decided to intervene.

"Hey! Look what I got!" he said loudly, and had the blow horn go off in Penhall's ear. Tom swiftly took his chance and folded Penhall's arm to the left side of the table. He gave a yell of triumph and jumped from his chair.

"YES! Slam-a-rino!"

"Shut up, Hanson," Penhall glared, "That wasn't fair," he almost pouted.

"All's fair in love and war," Hanson grinned.

"Are you kids done playing? Can we get some work done yet?" Captain Adam Fuller marched into the main room after hearing the blow horn.

"Yeah, Coach, we're ready for anything," Hanson said, taking his seat and trying to be serious. But his eyes were shinning with mirth.

"Okay, we only have one case this week. It's about the Jordan Family,"

"Wait, the family that was accused of child abuse?" Penhall asked.

"Yeah, Hanson, I want you to take this one. The family is a Foster Adopt family, the social services doesn't want to put any other kids in the families care unless this whole thing can be wrapped up, they asked us to look into it,"

"Okay, who should I go in as?" Hanson asked.

"I think you're Tommy McQuaid should work with this one, I'll give the social agent the file and let her know your really and undercover cop, but to make sure you can get into that family," Fuller explained.

"Another thing, my great aunt died over the weekend, I'm taking some time to go to the funeral, while I am gone….Penhall is in charge," Fuller said with a sigh as if he regretted leaving the officer in charge.

"WHAT?" Ioke, Hoffs and Hanson said at the same time as their jaws fell open. Penhall just whistled and sat back as if he was the coolest thing on the planet.

"Nothing I can do, there is no one to take my place for the two weeks I'm going to be gone – and Penhall is the senior officer here," Fuller said. The three gave each other looks as if they couldn't believe this was happening, but subsided, they wished Fuller to have as good of a two weeks off as he could, considering his great aunt and all that.

"Good, I have to catch my flight in an hour, so I'm leaving," he said. The officer's wished him a fair well and in trepidation waited for Captain Fuller to leave. Hanson turned his attention over to the file that he had been given on the case. He would get with the social worker in the morning to go over their plans. Get a more personal feel on the family.

"Well, well, well….looks like I'm in charge…" Penhall sighed as he stood. Hoffs gave him a look as if to say to not start anything.

"I am going to be in my office, getting some work done….." he said as he wondered off, taking the name plaque off his desk and taking some papers with him.

"Hanson, I expect a report on my desk by tomorrow," Penhall threw back at the officer sitting at the desk. Tom rolled his eyes.

"I saw that!" Penhall yelled from inside the office.

"I wonder how…?" Hanson muttered as he returned to his desk to get an appointment with the social worked that afternoon since Penhall had put a deadline on him. Hoffs joined him at the desk.

"I hope this power thing doesn't go to his head," she said.

"You and me both, sister," Tom replied.

"Hey, why don't I pull up what I can on the parents while you get in touch with the social worker?" she asked.

"That'd be cool," Tom smiled at her.

Victoria Kendell smiled when the young officer was shown into her office. They shook hands over the desk and Tom took a seat. "I'm glad your department decided to take this one on, I have the…fake file, I gave a copy to the family. They insist on older children," Victoria said.

"Good, my alter ego spent fifteen months in jail for murder, are they sure about this?" Tom asked.

"They said that they would put you right," Victoria shrugged.

"How many other kids do they have?" Tom asked.

"Three others, one is 2, she is sweet. Her name is Jenna. The second is twelve, his name is Lucifer, don't ask me why, his parents named him that. Personally, I think his parents worshiped trees. And the third is fifteen, he's the oldest, his name is Mikael,"

"Okay, what happened to…the other one?" Tom asked. Victoria sighed.

"There is no good way to tell you this; but, I found her on the steps of this building, sobbing her heart out, with a broken arm and a black eye. She wouldn't tell me who did it, but she didn't want to go back. She is with her grandmother, of whom I have recently found," she explained.

"Ouch, okay, so I have some stuff to follow up on, how about I show up tomorrow morning and we can go over there?"

"Sounds like a plan to me, they like to know a day before anyway," Victoria agreed.

Tom yawned as he walked into the Chapel, he stopped by Hoffs desk first.

"Did you find anything?" he asked.

"Yeah, seems as if that one kid they found wasn't the only one who didn't want to go back. There were four others who also didn't want to go back to the Jordan family," Hoffs said.

"Odd, how could this keep going without a formal investigation?" Tom took the forms from her.

"There were formal investigations, but all the social workers said that the family was fine, the house was clean, the kids were clean and well fed and happy,"

"This is weird, that's not what Victoria thinks," Tom muttered.

"Yeah? What does she think?" Hoffs gave him a look.

"Well, she isn't sleeping with me if that's what you're asking, though she is fine. What I meant…" Tom coughed a bit, "What I mean is that she thinks this family is doing something terrible to the kids, but she can't prove it, so she needs me to do it for her," Tom shrugged.

"What? So your going to let them give you bruises?" Hoffs asked.

"If I have too," he shrugged again.

"Hey! Hanson, where is that report?" Penhall poked his head out from the office.

"You said tomorrow!" Hanson yelled back.

"YOU! OFFICE! NOW!" Penhall yelled.

"Now you're in for it," Hoffs muttered as Hanson went to meet his maker.

Penhall slammed the door shut behind the younger officer. Hanson schooled himself to not squirm. He wasn't going to lose this game. Penhall clucked his tongue as he circled Hanson.

"That was on the boarder of insubordination," Penhall said. Hanson didn't look at him. Just because Penhall was in charge didn't mean he could boss the others around.

"I wonder, how shall I punish you for this…" Penhall smiled at his boyfriend.

"Is this your idea of a game?" Tom asked.

"I just wanted to get you alone," Doug shrugged.

"Can't we wait and do this at home?" Tom sighed.

"Fine, I'll wait to punish you when we get home,"

"Thank you," he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, watch it mister, you're in for it as it is," Doug wagged a finger. Tom had been on the receiving end of one of Doug's punishments before, when he had snuck into the drug rehab center for the Weckerly kid. He'd ended up drugged out of his mind and in the state hospital where things could have gone worse. As it was, he was given a week of forced leave and had endured a spanking session from his boy friend because of it.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Okay, I'll let it go this one time, now, what do you have?" Doug asked. The two spent the next few moments talking about the case, Tom decided that it would be best if he went over to the social workers office in the morning and leave his badge and gun behind.

"If they figure me out because I left something someplace or one of the younger kids found it, I'd be booted out of there faster than we can say girl scouts," Tom said.

"I agree, but at least try and call me in the evenings,"

"I'll see what I can do," Tom promised.

A/N – Okay, tell me what you think of this first chapter. Another thing…if anyone wants to see the "punishment" between Tom and Doug, leave me a PM with your e-mail so that I can send it to you. It's going to be rated R for sure.

Ta,

Dizzy