So here is chapter 7. I hope that you like it. Oh yeah... I should probably remind you that I still do not own Jumpstreet. I think that if I did, It would never have left the air and there would be a great movie now! Have fun and please let me know you are still out there, even if you don't like it... Thanks for reading and I will catch you later...

Chapter 7

Tom leaned heavily on his larger man. Doug held the injured officer tightly next to him as they trudged up the seemingly endless staircase from the pit. Tom struggled with each step. His chest was heavy and every step jarred his damaged ribs. As they reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner into the hallway Hanson tried to suck in a deep breath only to find himself on his knees holding his chest together as he coughed. Doug hit the ground next to Tom as his fever stricken a partner struggled to breathe. Tom had collapsed onto the floor into the fetal position holding his sides when he felt familiar strong hands on his shoulders scoop his upper body up into his arms. With his large fingers Doug gently touched the side of Hanson's cheek feeling the heat radiating from it. Tom opened his eyes and licked his lips as Penhall brushed away Tom's sweat soaked bangs which clung to his forehead. Doug started to open his mouth to reassure Tom that all would be okay when there was a click in his ear. Before Doug could turn around there was a voice behind it.

"Get up now cop." Doug looked up to see Grant looking down from the barrel of the 9mm pistol.

"Give me a second." Doug pleaded as he looked back down at his partner. Tom had been fighting with every step to continue moving. "Tommy buddy, we gotta keep going."

"Doug…" came the barely audible whisper, "…hurts… ribs… hard to… breathe…" Tom labored to get the words out. Doug was sure that he has seen a tear slip down Tom's cheek. Doug felt defeat as he watched his friend slowly fall apart in front of him. Doug tilted his friends face towards his own and looked into the battered face of his partner.

"Tommy, I can't leave you here, they will kill you." Doug looked deep into Tom's eyes and asked, "Can you do this for me please, I can't loose you like this friend."

"Get him off the floor or I swear I will blow a hole in him that will make him forget all his little problems now. " Grant stated abruptly.

Tom opened his eyes again and looked up at Doug "Help… me up…" was all Tom could say. Doug gently placed his partners arm around his own broad shoulder and helped him to his feet. Tom groaned as Doug pulled the injured man up onto his feet. Together followed by Dustin, Grant and their henchmen they moved forward thru a maze of hallways and corridors. The group came to a halt outside what appeared to be a set of double wooden doors. Grant stepped forward with Dustin and unlocked them with a flick of his wrist. Doug pulled Tom closer to him as the younger man placed his injured hand on his chest and tried to take a breath. He coughed a little as a hand behind them pushed the duo forward thru the doors.

The two officers walked into the rundown room. It was a gym with the bleachers on either side. There was a hole in at least one of the windows letting the light of day stream in. It was also letting in the cold wind that was blowing a breeze across Hanson and Penhall. The room smelled of mildew and mold. There were birds chirping in the rafters above the lights hanging from the ceiling. Doug looked up at the hole in the re-enforced window. The sky looked like a pale blue, the first bright colors he had seen in days.

"Stop" Was the command given when the officers reached the middle of the floor. The officers froze in their tracks and waited. Doug looked for the nearest exit door, only to see it covered with wooden planks and boards. His heart started to sink a little. He then looked at his partner who was barely standing on his feet next to him. Toms chin was sagging towards his chest. He moaned slightly as Doug pulled him closer again. In front of them was a large stage set up. It was about three foot off of the ground. There were the velvet remains of a curtain hanging from the ceiling. It looked like a faded red color. Dustin and Grant scaled the front of the stage in a single leap. Dustin walked around the corner and Grant stood in the center.

"On you knees." A voice from behind commanded. Doug looked around and looked at Tom. Tom slowly lifted his head and made eye contact with his friend. "I said NOW Cop!" A set of hands from behind shoved Doug to the floor. Doug felt Tom slip out of his grasp as he was shoved to his knees. He heard the thud next to him as he saw his partner hit the ground next to him. Hanson was trying to get to his knees, holding himself up with his good hand. Doug saw movement out of the corner of his right eye but could not break loose of the hands holding him in place. One of the men behind him viciously kicked Tom in his injured side.

"ARGHHHHHH!! Tom screamed out. Doug fought desperately at the men holding him in place. The man standing over Tom stared coldly at the young officer rolling on the floor next to him. A gun shot was heard at the front of the room causing all eyes to turn to the stage. The hands released Doug. Doug quickly crawled over to Tom and slowly helped his injured partner get to his knees as Grant, Dustin and one of their henchmen walked slowly toward them.

"Well pigs" Grant's snarled "We need to talk about something. Seems your Captain and the folks downtown had the idea that they were going to slow my business down. I am not ready to do that yet. So we have a point to prove."

"And what is that point Grant, that you can overpower two police officers and nearly beat them to death. If that was your point then, well, you're going to loose this game. You see, we need to talk about something. There are more people out there that are sick of you and your kind. Even if you take out Tom and I there will be more out there to take care of you and I guarantee… they will win. Normal people are sick of this stupid crap. This needs to stop now before something bad happens to you or your brothers. You are the one who is going to get a lesson taught to you if this doesn't stop NOW!" Doug hissed back.

"Really…" Grant looked at Hanson and Penhall and in one quick motion lifted his weapon toward the two officers and pulled the trigger.

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