DISCLAIMER

21 Jump Street belongs to Stephen J. Cannel. Torres and his back story belong to Wes Craven.

After the scene had been processed, the Jump Street unit found themselves at Donagon's precinct.

"Man! I cannot believe this is happening again!" Rod complained.

"Yeah, it totally bites," Tom agreed. Then, "Charlie, I gotta admit, I'm worried. It's happening all over again."

"Hey, take it easy, Kiddo. I won't let anything happen," Charlie said soothingly.

"Why did they let him out? We were all better off with him in jail!" Rod cried.

"Heck, we'd be better off if you and Dad hadn't talked me down!" Tom screamed.

"Tommy---" Charlie began to say.

"NO! I had him! I could've shot him point blank! I could've prevented this!" Tom shouted.

"Tommy---" Charlie interjected again, starting to put his hands on the officer's shoulders.

"Why did you talk me down!?" Tom interrupted, knocking his hands away.

"'Cause I couldn't let you ruin your life," Charlie said.

"Ruin my?---it was already ruined!" Tom angrily proclaimed. Then, before anybody could stop him, he went to a desk, knocked over several items, and began kicking and smacking the desk. Judy gasped in surprise.

"I had him! He was right there!" Tom cried. "I could've done it! I was right there!" he continued.

"Tommy, come on, stop!" Rod pleaded.

"You should've let me kill him! You should've let me kill him!" Tom shouted.

"Hanson, please," Judy said. The frenzied actions continued. "I had him! I could've---" Tom ranted.

"Hanson, please!" she emphasized, her voice breaking. Tom gave one last kick and hit the table one last time. The others saw his shoulders shake and realized he was crying.

"Aw, Dare Devil," Rod said softly. He walked up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dang it," Tom sobbed. "I can't---I can't do this again. I don't want to do this again," he told him.

"I know, man. Believe me, I know," the musician stated.

"Torres is---he's makin' a comeback. They let him out and now he's killing again. It's just like when we were kids. Only it's worse because we know who it is, and we can't catch him," the officer cried.

"Listen Kiddo, I'm gonna have some officers check out a hunch," Charlie said gently.

"You mean, maybe he's still usin' the warehouse?" Tom asked, turning around.

"It's a possibility," Charlie stated.

"But we burned it. All of us," Tom responded.

"Yeah, but he's always been a creature of habit. He lives for structures and routines. It'd make perfect sense for him to use the warehouse," Rod pointed out.

"That's---that's true," Tom agreed, wiping away his tears.

"I'll go make that call," Charlie said. He then walked to a desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a number. Then, "Yeah, it's Donagon. Listen, I gotta hunch 'bout The Butcher case. Could you swing by the old warehouse?" Tom let out a shaky breath. He couldn't believe he had lost it again, and in front of the others no less. They probably thought he was some big sissy. As Charlie talked on the phone, Tom could barely suppress a shudder as Torres' evil laughter rang through his head.