Quantum Leap: A Leap on Jump Street Series

A Leap for Judy and Tom

By Heather Samantha Beckett

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept of Quantum Leap or 21 Jump Street or their characters, those solely belong to Don Belisario (Quantum Leap) and Stephen J Cannell and Patrick Hasburgh (21 Jump Street)

Chapter 2: Return of the Prep

Sam had a sinking feeling who the female officer was. He figured it was the attractive black woman with the oversized off the shoulders pink sweater and denim jacket. She also had on tight rolled jeans, slouch socks, and hot pink high-tops. By the way the woman was dressed Sam figured he was sometime in the eighties.

"Ok all I need to do now is figure out where I live and how to get to work tomorrow. So what year am I in Al?"

Al looked at his multicolored hand link and punched in some buttons. "Ok you are officer Tom Hanson and you live in Metroville, New Jersey and it is Sunday March 1, 1990."

"How do I get home?"

"Maybe you'll get lucky and you will be dating that bodacious babe with the cute tight…"

"Al don't say it," said Sam interrupting Al. He knew how Al's perverted mind often worked.

"Jeans. Tight Jeans. You think you know me so well," Al continued trying to prove to Sam that he had just thought the wrong idea. Of course Al knew he had a perverted mind. He just didn't like Sam thinking that all he thought about was sex because he often wanted Sam's respect. Al walked through the bathroom wall and stared at Judy. Sam walked out of the bathroom the normal way since he wasn't a hologram. He may have often wanted Sam's respect but he also loved getting a rise out of Sam. "Who knows maybe you guys are living together and she is going to take you home so you can do the vertical tango."

Sam shot Al a dirty look. "Is sex all you think about?"

Al gave Sam a sheepish grin and was about to answer Sam but he answered for him instead. "Don't answer that."

Al threw his hands up in the air and tried to put on his most innocent expression, "What?"

"Ah yea especially when you get dumped by your girlfriend and haven't had any in a long time," the big guy in the ripped at the sleeves jean shirt said to Sam as he approached him, he figured Sam was talking to him since he couldn't see Al.

"Right," said Sam.

"Ok pal you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Sam asked the big guy who was giving him a quizzical look.

"What do you mean ready for what?" The big guy said playfully punching Sam's arm. "Your mustang is in the shop and I gave you a ride in the pickup. I'm taking you home and tomorrow I'm giving you a ride to work. You do know the place? The place where you go to earn a living?" The big guy said sarcastically.

"Ah yea I know dude. Thanks for the lift man." Sam said trying his best to sound hip. Was he a punk? From the reflection in the mirror it would appear so, but Sam just couldn't fathom the idea of a police officers looking like hoodlums. Then again didn't Al say something about these cops going undercover in high schools? So maybe Tom was just getting off a case when he and his friends went to the bowling tournament.

About ten minuets later the big guy's yellow pick up pulled up to a nice looking apartment complex. Sam was quite impressed with Tom's apartment, it was small but quaint and it gave off a feeling of warmth. Sam figured Tom's apartment was going to be like most bachelors pads, full of dirty dishes in the sink, and clothes, and empty pizza boxes on the floor, but Tom's apartment was neat and organized. Sam chuckled to himself, he remembered his first bachelor's pad back at his MIT days., his place looked like a mad scientists lab and a regular bachelors pad full of dirty dishes in the sink and clothes all over the floor, but instead of pizza boxes all over the place it was usually empty Chinese take out boxes.

Sam picked up a photo on Tom's dresser. It was a photo of a teenage Tom and a man in a police uniform standing next to him with his arm around his shoulder. This must have been Tom's father Sam figured. Tom looked at a line of photos on top of Tom's entertainment center in Tom's living room. The big guy who had given him a ride home, the attractive black woman, the oriental guy, a skinny guy with an afro of black hair and glasses, and an older black gentlemen were in all of the photos. These must have been Tom's fellow officers and more than likely his best friends. They were probably like family to him.

Sam heard the usual swoosh and electronic beeps that followed.

"Oh good you found out where you live," came Sam's greeting.

"Yea I got a ride home with this guy," Sam said pointing to the picture of the guy who had given him a ride home.

"Yea that is your best friend and fellow officer, Doug Penhall. The attractive black woman is Officer Judy Hoffs, the oriental guy or rather Vietnamese guy is Officer H.T. Ioki, and the older black gentleman is their captain Adam Fuller."

"Quite a close knit bunch from what I can see," said Sam. "Did Ziggy find out why I am here?"

"Ziggy says that there is a 90.5 percent chance that you are here to make sure this tom Hanson guy doesn't get fired from the police force for…" Al's voice trailed off and he had a look of concern on his face.

"What Al?" Sam said anxiously, "what did he get fired for?"

"He got fired for killing a prime suspect in a case he and Miss Hoffs were on. History says that he shot the unarmed suspect but Ziggy can't yet tell me why or what the case was about, but we still have reason to believe that Miss Hoffs is seriously injured."

Sam's heart sank. The thought of that beautiful woman being seriously hurt was more than he could bear. Sam shook his head like he was trying to sake off a bad feeling. He had hardly met this woman and already he was developing feelings for her? This couldn't be right. Was it possible? Sam didn't believe in love at first sight. Maybe it could have been that fact that Judy Hoffs was so beautiful how could any man not be mesmerized in her presence?

"Well in any case stick to Miss Hoffs as close as possible." Al said breaking Sam's trance and bringing him back down to earth. "In the original history Miss Hoffs was forced to retire from the force when she was injured and spent the rest of her life in an unhappy marriage and in 2006 at the age of 41 she commits suicide and officer Tom Hanson spends the next 20 years in the pen but gets off in 10 for good behavior. There was evidence that he may have shot the suspect in self defense, but his life is already ruined and he takes a job as a rent-a-cop, and after hearing the news of Judy's suicide he himself commits suicide. After Tom Hanson and Judy Hoffs leave the Jump Street program it looses funding and shuts down and crimes involving teenagers skyrockets and the rest of the officers involved in the program never get taken seriously as police officers and all end up with boring desk jobs.

"Wow it looks like I got my work cut out for me. I can't believe that one act of violence could have such an impact and ruin so many lives, that's why I am a pacifist." Sam said looking up at the clock on the living room wall. "Well Al I got to get to bed. Doug will be here in 6 hours to take me to work. Oh boy."

"Well pacifist or not you are a cop and you are going to have to act like it even if that means getting violent, you think that a young criminal is going to take it easy on you cause you are all into peace and love? This isn't the 60's Sam"

"I know Al I'll do my best that's all we I can do and hope for the best."

"And I will help you as much as possible. I'm going now. I will work with Ziggy so we can get you more info." Al pressed some buttons on his hand link and a door appeared in midair and Al disappeared through it.

Before Sam knew it Penhall was ready to pick him up and take him to work. Penhall's pick up pulled up to old an looking run down chapel on the corners of 8th and Jump Streert. Were he and Penhall supposed to be here? This seemed like the kind of place criminals would hang out. Sam found himself in an ally a dingy ally at that and the chapel seemd to Sam to be a perfect hideout for dope dealers. Sam lookd at the chapel apprehensively. Al hadn't prepared him for this. If he was on a case he figured that he would have gotten prepped ahead of time by his captain. Maybe he was on an unfinished case from before he leaped. Sam now wished he hadn't worn kahkis, a sweater vest, and had his hair neatly combed over to the side. He had seen photos of Tom dressed like this and figured this is how Tom dressed when he wasn't undercover, and Sam wanted to make a good impression at work for Tom's sake. He didn't want to come across too weird so that no one could suspect that there was something definitely different about Tom Hanson.

"What? are you just going to stare at the door?" Doug said pointing to the front door of the chapel. "What did you get in trouble with Fuller and now you are afraid to go into work this morning? The perfect Tom Hanson in trouble? OHHHHH what did you do?"

Swoosh beep beep beep. "Oh yea Sam this is Jump Street Headquarters. The Program is called 21 Jump Street. It is at this old abandoned chapel so their location can remained undisclosed."

Sam looked up at Al, "Oh is that it? And for a second I thought I was undercover and on a drug bust, and look at how I am dressed, I would have stuck out like a sore thumb so much for being good at my job."

"Well Tom you have always been a goody goody nerd and you do need a new wardrobe, but what in Zeus's but hole were you thinking we were doing here? You really thought we were on a drug bust? What are you going to do bust Ioki for taking his daily pain pill? It isn't his fault he got shot and has to take a daily dose of pain killers."

"Oh no," Sam thought real fast, "I was just thinking out loud of what kind of assignment the captain will give us today."

"Good save Sam," Said Al.

"Well whatever kind of assignment we get I hope I get to sit behind a desk today. Last night while I was at the tournament with you the dumb ass babysitter decided to let Clavo watch elm street and he stayed up all night hiding under the covers in my bed. I didn't get a wink of sleep."

Sam couldn't imagine Doug Penhall being a father, but he dare say nothing because he was afraid Doug would get suspicious.

"Hey wait a minuet, aren't you still on that preppy case?" Doug said after a minuet.

Sam looked at Doug uncomfortably. "I don't know" he said, entering the chapel as quickly as possible He was quite impressed with the operation. Everyone had their own little cubical with a desk and there were a few video arcades in one end of the room and a pool table and ping pong table at the other end. The place reminded Sam of some fun hang out club rather than a police headquarters, and most of the officers were dressed in wild outfits and reminded Sam of teenagers, but then again that was the general idea. Sam looked around for Tom's desk. He saw an unorganized desk topped with a few pizza boxes and a picture of an attractive Latin woman. There was a punching bag beside it. This defiantly wasn't Tom's desk it was far too messy. Sam finally spotted Tom's desk because there was a name tag on it that read Tom Hanson. Sam made his way towards the desk and when he arrived he took a seat.

Sam looked around some more he saw a large room off to the side with a desk, this must have been the captain's office and sure enough the older black gentlemen from Tom's photos emerged from the desk and entered the main room of activity. Sam saw the skinny guy with an afro of dark curls and glasses on a ladder changing a light bulb, he was wearing coveralls. Was this guy going undercover as a janitor? Sam assumed he was a fellow officer.

"Hey blowfish I'm in need of a good laugh," an officer said to the janitor.

Blowfish what kind of name was that? Sam thought to himself. Poor guy his parents must have been stoned hippies to give their kid a name like that.

The afro topped guy walked over to the near by janitor's closet.

So he is a janitor. Thought Sam. Wonder what his real name is.

The janitor took out a square piece of glass from his closet and put his face on it and took a big blow his mouth was wide open and his cheeks puffed out like balloon.

Wow he really does look like a blowfish, thought Sam chuckling.

"Sal quick playing and get to work," Fuller said and he turned to Sam looking him up and down.

From the look on Fuller's face Sam could tell that Fuller was impressed. He turned to face the other officers. "Is Hanson the only one who knows how to dress the part for an assignment?"

"He's not dressed for an assignment," Penhall said his mouth full of cold pizza. "It's return of the prep. This is how Hanson loves to dress."

"This is how Sam loves to dress too captain, he's a total geek," Al said suddenly appearing besides Sam's desk.

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked Al in an annoyed tone of voice.

"Um I work here," Said Judy giving Sam a weird look.

"Hey Hanson is it return of the Jack F Kennedy haircut, too?" Ioki snickered.

"Well I don't care what you guys think I think he looks quite handsome," said Judy. She too was dressed preppy in a kaki knee length skirt and whit polo shirt with a tan suede blazer.

"You would," said Penhall rolling his eyes.

"Ahem." Fuller cleared his throat interrupting the current topic of conversation.

"No matter how you normally dress, Hanson you and Hoffs are dressed for your assignment. You two are still undercover as a preppy couple at Jackson High. Another girl was found attacked in the girl's bathroom Friday. She was found by the janitor after school. She was beat pretty bad. She is still unconscious at Mercy Hospital. I want you to get in with these preps and find out what they know. Word has it that this girl was in with the preps just like all the other girls who have been found attacked."

Sam blew a sigh of relief he was glad to be working with Hoffs at least she knew the way to the school.

"Ioki," Fuller said turning to the Vietnamese officer, "you are still at Liberty and I want you to stay close to Marcus Street and see if he lets anything slip about where the jocks are getting the steroids, Penhall you are on desk duty."

"YES" Penhall screamed loudly and pumped his fists in the air in victory.

Fuller shot him a look, and Doug hung his head and quickly immersed himself in paper work.

Sam and Al went outside. Sam followed Hoffs to her red tracker. Soon they were off to Jackson High to play preppy boyfriend/girlfriend. Al walked through Judy's tracker and pretended to take a seat in the back behind Sam.

"Oh this will be fun," Sam said to himself.

"I gotta see this," Said Al.