A/N: Thanks for everyone for messaging me about the first chapter! Sorry about taking so long to upload, but my life's been busy right now! Anywho, enjoy chapter two!

Rated T for drug references and language.

Disclaimer: Yeah, like I said before, squat. Except the OCs. They're mine...unless someone really really wants them for a large sum of money. Then I'll consider it.

"Hey, look Harry. It's the McQuaid brothers, back from another day of juvenile delinquency!"

"Yeah. How was Feldman High?"

"Beeeeeeautiful. Hey Iok, how 'bout you get your persons off my desk?" Doug pushed Harry gently off his desk and sat down in his chair. "What a day, what a day, what a day."

Judy took Harry's place on Doug's desk. "So how did the McQuaid brothers find Feldman High? Find anything?" she asked.

"Nothing but the usual," Tom replied, irritated. "They have the nerds, the jocks, the regular kids and the potheads. But they have a secret ingredient."

"What's that?"

"A pair of very egotistic bitches." Tom rubbed his head.

"Tom, that's not nice," Doug said. "I don't think they were that egotistic. They're just a bit...confident."

"A bit? Doug, General Custard was a bit confident, these two are through the roof!"

Judy exchanged glances with Harry. "Just exactly are these two mystery women?"

Tom grimaced. "I don't know. They're these two sisters. Helen and Diana Morrison."

"Morgan," Doug corrected.

"Yeah, Morgan. They're these, I don't know, tough girls who live 'la Vida Loca.' They transferred in about two months ago. And if you ask me, they seem to be a major influence in this group."

"So, do you think they're the ringleaders?"

"I don't know. One thing's for sure though, I'd bet my bottom teeth that they're highly involved." Tom rubbed his hands together. "They sure are annoying though. Especially Diana."

Doug laughed. "Oh please. You're just grumpy that a girl embarrassed you in front of a whole hallway of kids."

"Embarrassed? Doug she set my pants on fire!"

Judy and Harry both stifled a laugh. "She set your pants on fire?" Judy asked, looking at Tom's pants. "How? Where'd she get you?"

Tom scowled and looked away. "These aren't the same pants, Judy. I had to change afterwards since I poured water on it as well."

Doug opened his bag and pulled out the soiled pants without hesitation. He held it in front of him for Judy and Harry to see. A large, dark circle was placed right on the crouch. They couldn't help but laugh when they saw it. Doug joined in as well. Harry was trying to speak through his laughter. "How did you let her light your...candle so easily?" This made Doug and Judy laugh even harder. Tom didn't answer at first, but sulked.

"Yeah, ha ha ha. Laugh it up," he finally said. He opened one of Doug's drawers and took out a lighter, striking it in front of Harry. "Let's see how you like it."

Harry backed away in fear, and Judy rolled her eyes. "Hanson, stop the melodramatics."

Doug snatched the lighter away from him and patted his shoulders. "Aw, ease up partner, it was just a joke! Plus, you were provoking her awfully well. Be thankful you didn't actually get physically hurt by her little prank." He leaned closer. "But me thinky that she may a crush on you."

He shuddered. "Don't even joke about that."

"No, I'm serious! I remember doing things to annoy girls I had a crush on back in school, like when I taped their braids to the back of their chairs. I think she may be doing the same thing. Of course, in a much...different manner."

Tom rolled his eyes. "That's just what I need. A psychotic, homicidal, drug-dealing girl following me around with a box of pot-laced chocolates."

"What?" Judy asked. "Go back a little bit, babe. Homicidal?"

"Apparently, you don't mess with these two broads," Tom stated matter-of-factly. "The bitchier one of them spent time after killing some guy with a knife."

"And Tom is within her firing range."

Fuller walked out of his office and called the group in. He sat back down in his chair. "Okay, what have we found?"

Judy sighed. "I don't know, Captain. These guys at Jefferson have connections, but I don't think it's these guys. I subtly put down their names a couple of times, but they didn't seem familiar with them. And from what I heard this morning, they get it from some older guy."

"How much older?"

"I'm not sure. Not much I figure. Maybe college age. But I think we may be headed to a dead end on this one. I think this is all coincidental."

Fuller looked at her and turned to Harry. "Anything at South Clarkston?"

Harry shook his head. "Nothing with the three kids, it seems to me. But I think I have a link with Jude here. See, from what I heard is, some older kid is the one passing in the drugs to these guys. Maybe it's the same guy, and not those punks from Feldman after all."

"How about we ask the main men ourselves?" He glanced over at Tom and Doug.

"Well, I don't know if there's a mystery man lurking in the shadows or something," Tom said, "but these guys are definitely back on the horse. I don't know if they're involved in the other schools, but trust me, they're involved in something. Doug and I are meeting them tonight to do some 'business.'"

"Yeah, 'supposed to be educational."

"Fine. See if they have any connections with an older man. Anything else?"

Doug smirked. "Yeah, we ran into a very interesting pair of broads over there."

"Penhall, save your wooing for outside the classroom, please. We're here on a case, not The Dating Game."

Penhall's smirk lost some of its height, but he kept smiling lightheartedly. "No no, not like that, Coach. I mean we met a pair of kids that are very involved in this group."

Fuller raised an eyebrow. "How involved?"

"Well, we dunno for sure. But they seem to have a large opinion in this group; I mean, these guys are whipped. Maybe you've heard of them? Diana and Helen Morgan? Ring any bell for you?"

Fuller looked away in thought, then turned back and shook his head. "I don't recall any Diana and Helen Morgan."

"They transferred in about two months ago from Hardsford," Tom said. "They were expelled for drug-dealing. One of them was put away for stabbing a guy to death. Why didn't we get these guys in our file?"

"I don't know. These two are complete news to me. I'll try to get criminal records and transcripts of these two." He rubbed his chin. "How involved do you think they are?"

Tom shrugged. "We have no hard evidence, Captain. But I have a hunch that they could be the real culprits here, and are just stringing these guys in their web. They seem like the manipulative type, as well as having a drug-dealing and criminal record."

Fuller nodded in thought. "Okay. Keep an eye on them until I can get some background. Until then focus on the three kids and any connection to an older, possibly college-age male. That's all for now."

When everyone left Fuller's office, Doug checked his watch. "Almost time to meet them. Ready to go?"

Tom smirked. "Yep."

As they were walking out, Harry yelled, "Hey Tom! Don't forget a fire extinguisher!"

Tom subtly ignored him.

As they pulled up to The Pink Flamingo, they saw the group standing outside. Smoke wrapped around them like wreaths, and the outside light caused a strange eeriness about the situation.

"Geez, what a dump," Tom murmured.

"Yeah," Doug replied. "You ready?"

When they approached the group, Aaron was all smiles. "Hey, boys! Thought you wouldn't make it."

"Are you kiddin'?" Doug replied loudly. "Wouldn't miss it for the world!"

Diana smirked at Tom when he caught up with Doug. "Hello, Hotrod," she said.

Tom ignored her. He looked around. The music from inside the nightclub was muffled booming through the walls. "What are we doing' here, LaRue? This place looks like a dump!"

"Chill out, McQuaid," Aaron rebuffed. "This is a great spot for business and hangouts. I know the guys who run this place; they're friends of my Dad. And sometimes when the cops aren't looking, they let us come in and have a drink."

He sat on the stoop of the club and took out another cigarette. When he lit it and took a few puffs from it, he offered it to Diana. She swatted his hand away. "No way, man, you can keep the cancer stick."

He laughed. "Since when have you gone healthy?"

"Since I don't want to lose my life on some fucking internal growth. The only ways I'm going out is by some old ghost with a grudge or high as a kite with a stupid grin on my face." She smiled. "I'm not going out with a bang in a hospital bed, man."

Helen, who was leaning on the wall behind them, bent in and snatched the cigarette for herself. "Yeah, soon Diana you'll be going soy." She leaned back on her heels and inhaled deeply, blowing it out in Doug and Tom's direction. "What about you two? You've been awfully quiet."

"Eh, about what?" Doug asked.

"Oh, everything," she said with a growing grin on her face. "I've been expecting you two stooges to be running your mouths off. But I'm guessing Tommy-boy over here's got a pretty good idea of what happens when you do that. Right Tommy?"

Tom looked at Helen hard, but bit his tongue from saying anything. Diana rolled her eyes. "Oh, relax Tom. If I intended to hurt you, I would have already. All I gave you was a little scare and a big lesson." She looked at him. "'Kay?"

He glanced and kept his gaze at her. He couldn't get how the Hell someone could really act like that. He nodded in response.

Doug watched the scene, and turned back to Aaron. "So LaRue," he said, changing the topic. "Aren't we supposed to be getting some action? Where is it?"

"Sit tight, Doug," he replied. "He should be coming any minute. Don't know why he's so damn late, though."

Diana stood up from her seat on the stoop. "Is there a phone anywhere around here? I gotta make a call."

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "What for?"

"If I don't tell Dad where we are, he'll kick our asses from here to Boston."

He grinned. "I thought you two were tough. You're still calling Daddy?"

She smiled. "With a dad like ours, even Satan would call him to tell him where he was." She looked around. "Now...phone?"

He pointed down the street. "Down the block. But hurry up, our connection could be coming any minute."

Diana laughed. "I highly doubt that," she remarked as she walked away.

Tom and Doug watched her walk away. "I'm going to follow her," Tom said under his breath. "Maybe do a little listening and see who she's really talking to. If she really needed to call her father, she would have done it earlier." Without anyone's noticing, he snuck behind a car and took off after Diana in the shadows. By the time her reached her, she was already on the phone. He went closer to try and listen to the conversation.

"Yeah, he's not here yet. An hour late. Some connection. I've seen a lot better...no, I couldn't call you earlier, we were under their watch the entire time. You have no idea how hard it was to give you this call...we're trying, but this isn't going as easily as you think!...Yeah...yeah, we know. No, they don't have a clue...Uh-huh...uh-huh...we're doing everything we're being told to do. Yeah, alright. I'll try, but I'm not making any promises. Look, I gotta go, I've been gone too long. They'll start looking for me. Yeah...bye."

She stepped out of the payphone, and nearly crashed into Tom. She jumped back and screamed. "Jesus!" She took a look at the man who scared her. Her eyes narrowed. "McQuaid, what the fuck are you doing snooping around here?"

Tom shrugged his shoulders. "Seems dangerous for a girl to be out on her own in a neighborhood like this." He looked behind her at the phone. "Protective father?"

She looked at him and nodded slowly. "Yeah, he can be a real bastard about it, too. Wants me to call him as often as possible. Like I have the time or the quarters for that." She smiled cautiously. "Come on, we should be headed back. The wrong ideas may pop up if we're out for too long." Diana brushed past him and walked briskly down the block. Tom stood there, trying to think of who she really called, but turned around and followed her.

When they returned, Aaron was hooting with laughter. "Hey, hey! You two! Been out a little long, have we?"

Diana smirked and punched him in the arm. "Shut up, it wasn't what you think. Tom followed me to secure my safety. He was considerate to do that, unlike SOME people I know!"

Aaron pulled her down and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I would have done that, if you asked me!" He rubbed her shoulder. Mitch looked at him with a silent sneer.

Suddenly, a car came pulling around the corner. It slowed down until it stopped in front of the club. A figure stepped out of the driver's seat without turning off the ignition. Obviously, he didn't want to be long. He went to the passenger's seat and took out a duffle bag, then walked toward the group.

Tom raised his eyebrows. Even though he wore his hood over his head, the structure of this man looked bigger and older than anyone in the group. A college-aged man, perhaps. Tom looked at Doug, who looked at him with a similar expression.

Aaron stood up and walked to the man with a grin on his face. "You're late, man." He tried putting a hand on his shoulder, but the man pulled away and swatted his hand back.

"With what I have, you have no right to complain about when I arrive." He kept his face covered by his hoodie, and stayed out of the streetlamp's light. "Now do you have what I want?"

Aaron stopped smiling, and nodded slowly. "Stew," he said without turning around. "Get the bag." Stew walked to a garbage can near the stoop and pulled out an identical duffel bag. He dusted it off and handed it to Aaron. Aaron waited until the other man gave him his duffel bag, then laughed in his throat and tossed his bag at the man's feet. "You're a great cousin, you know that?"

Before anything else could be said, a familiar siren pierced the air. Flashing lights turned the corner and a series of patrol cars were headed in their direction. Aaron turned and yelped. "Cops! Run!"

The man, who jumped in his place higher than any of the rest, ran to his car without the duffle bag and set off with the screech of his tires and turned the corner. Tom tried to see his license plate number, but it was too dark see it. Everyone was scrambling down the street to get away. Many, however, were caught, including the infamous McQuaid brothers. They were shoved roughly inside a cop car. Tom looked out his window just in time to see a kicking and screaming pair of sisters biting and scratching any bare skin on the cops before being pushed into another patrol car. Others were still fighting with officers as they drove off.

After about ten minutes of driving, one of the cops turned to look at Tom and Doug. "So," he asked, "you guys are the Kiddy Cops?"

Doug smiled sarcastically and nodded. "Reeking havoc since 1901."

The cop driving looked at their attire in the mirror and laughed. "I swear, the sight of you would make some of the guys back at the Academy burst a blood vein."