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Chapter 7.

On the beach. Sunrise …

Thank - you - Penhall, Hanson thought to himself, lying on his side on top of a white plastic lounge chair. Tucked against him in the front, Hoff's slim body remained nearly still, except for the warm beating of her heart and occasional rise of her middle when she sighed in her sleep. He drew her closer into him, tightening his arm draped across her stomach and chest, feeling her soft hair envelop his face.

Last night really had turned out to be Tom Hanson's lucky night after all. Closing his eyes and savoring Judy against him still, Hanson remembered the glow of her face in the moonlight, how she'd kept her brown eyes open, and the length of her throat. He saw himself moving above her, his dog tags hanging down over her chest. Judy's hands holding on tight to his hair, his back, his shoulders. Then her above him, the sweat between one body gliding over the other, thin legs and knobbed knees interwoven.

Warm under the day's new sun, Hanson lightly kissed the back of Hoff's neck and shoulders, stroking her arm from the top of her shoulder all the way down to her fingertips. He wanted her to wake up, but from past experience considered it dangerous to himself—and to the mood—to shake or poke a woman out of sleep.

Judy's cozy body did not stir.

"Hoffs…" he whispered, testing to see how soundly she slept. Tom wanted to tell her something, and decided that right now made the best practice for a rejection-free trial run.

"After the case, I plan to leave the Jump Street program. And police work. Like, not on a vacation or anything, but forever." Judy exhaled deeply, still asleep, turning over so that the two officers lay face to face.

"I want you to come with me, Hoffs," Tom told her. "Baby, please say yes."

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Judy turned the shower knob to off and shivered as the bathroom's warm steam immediately began to fill with cool air. She tossed one of the motel's cheap white towels around her brown body and wrapped the other around her hair.

"Drat," Judy said out loud, alone in the bathroom. She'd remembered to bring her own blow dryer, makeup, and shorts into the bathroom, but forgot a shirt. Last night with Hanson was wonderful, but she now felt a conflicting sense of excitement and guilt, and didn't want to rub into Booker's face how intimate she'd become with another man not too long after he admitted his own feelings for her. Luckily Booker must've left the room, probably for an early breakfast, before she and Hanson returned from the beach this morning. Phew! Judy exclaimed, holding her breath, when they'd keyed into the door and found no sign of Dennis. Booker is a big boy. He can handle it, Tom replied and squeezed her shoulder.

"Hello?" Judy called out from the bathroom, checking to see if Dennis had finally come in. No answer. She peeked her head out from the doorway and saw an empty room. Relieved, Judy pulled a shirt out from her bag, then stopped beside Hanson's. Wherever he'd slipped off to, she already missed him. On the beach last night, or maybe this morning, she'd dreamed about Tom Hanson the whole time she lay sleeping in his arms. Looking down above Hanson's bag, Judy noticed a small, familiar logo showing on top of a book of papers in between his clothes. She hesitated, not wanting to invade his privacy, but something pushed her to look.

"'Formal procedure for deactivation,'" Hoffs read out loud. Holding the packet in her hands, the slight weight of it suddenly felt like a ton of bricks. Judy thumbed through the pages, seeing Tom's name typed into several blank spots above dotted lines. The date lines remained blank though, as did the spots for his signature.

"Morning." Judy jumped at the greeting, as Hanson, distracted, entered the room behind her carrying two cups of coffee and a plastic bag. The expression on his handsome face was clearly happy, or as close to happy as Tom Hanson ever allowed himself to appear.

"You know, I don't think that I've ever seen all of your teeth at once." Judy plopped down on the bed and slid the paperwork back into his bag, undetected.

"Huh?" Tom asked her, setting the coffee cups and bag down on a small table, and then noticeably choosing to sit down in a chair across the room.

"All the world loves a smile, Hanson."

"Oh. Ha." He raised his mouth in a half smile. "Well I love yours. So seeing one is enough for me." Tom looked down, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Breakfast." He looked back up at Judy, clearly thinking about something. But neither of them moved. Tom sat silently for a minute. Judy remained tightly covered only by towels.

"Umm, Hoffs? Can I ask you something?"

Judy nodded, not sure what to expect from her partner's weighty silence.

"Can you put on some clothes, please?"

"What?" Judy giggled, relieved. "Is that all? Hanson, I came out here straight from the shower right before you walked in. I needed to come out to grab a shirt."

"Listen, that's all well and good," Tom continued, placing his hands on his knees. "But unfortunately, we're back on duty, Detective." He licked his lips and appeared troubled, seemingly talking to himself just as much as her.

"Frankly there're all sorts of things that I'd like to do to you right now, sitting there like that. But I can't. Because we're on duty."

"Hanson!" Judy exclaimed, thoroughly amused by his behavior. "I'm probably more covered up in these towels than I'll be in my street clothes all day long!" Tom shook his head and ran a hand across his mouth again.

"Come on, Jude. I'm trying to be an officer and a gentleman here." Hanson raised his eyebrows. Judy smiled and stood up, walking past him to change in the bathroom. "Thank you!" he called after her.

Changing, alone, Judy thought back to her own half-naked encounter with Booker the day before. We're all just as bad as the spring break kids, she thought smiling. Maybe it's the room? In truth, until his admission of having such strong feelings for her, Judy had felt tempted by Dennis. His confidence and the way he was always so straight up with her made him very attractive. Not to mention the body. But Booker had one major thing going against him: He wasn't Hanson. Nobody could beat that, she thought, remembering last night and thinking of the man now outside the door. Judy changed her mind, quickly, pulling off her clothes again and hanging them on the towel bar.

"Damn!" she yelled and thumped her fist against the wall, borrowing a play from someone else's book.

"Judy?" Hanson called toward her concerned, getting up and arriving at the doorway just in time to walk up against Judy's bare flesh.

"Uhh…" Hanson threw his hands up in surprise, but was unable to move or take his eyes off of Judy as she stood there naked, her damp hair pushed back. "Hoffs. This is not helping with, you know, the being on duty." She smiled at him but did not speak. "So… Go put some clothes on?" Hanson continued. Judy shook her head negative, grabbed on to a handful of his shirt, and pulled Hanson farther into the bathroom with her.

"Nuh uh," she told him.

"No?" he asked meekly, at the same time pushing the door shut and turning the lock behind him.

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"Glad that I caught you two," Captain Fuller's voice directed out from speaker phone, no less official than in person. "I tried Ioki and Penhall's room earlier, but there was no answer. Where's Booker? Is he with you?"

"We haven't seen Dennis at all this morning." Judy, finally dressed for the day, stood beside Hanson, also fully clothed, as the two of them hovered over the room phone. "We assumed that he was out for breakfast, but come to think of it, Hanson and I haven't actually laid eyes on anyone else since last night. Back in the woods."

"What do you mean you haven't seen them since last night?" Fuller's tone of frustration carried over the phone, and Judy could imagine him pacing in front of his desk. As if reading her thoughts, Hanson held his hand just below her gaze, turning the middle and index fingers down and pretending to make them walk like a person.

"It's eleven in the morning, guys! What's everyone been doing? Didn't you all check in? And what's this about the woods?"

Judy, sure that she must look as guilty as she now felt, cleared her throat, glad that the captain couldn't actually see her, and began to explain the young woman Lydia's drug-induced death.

By the end of the story, Hoffs realized that she must've started crying, because Hanson reached up to wipe away her tears. The deep look in his brown eyes made her feel even sadder, instead of comforted, as she thought about the void that would fill her work life at Jump Street without him there. The captain's voice quickly entered back into the room and drew her back from any wandering thoughts.

"Hmm," Fuller began, sounding concerned. "That makes me even more anxious over the information I have here to share with you two. Hanson?"

"Coach!" Tom took Judy's place over the speaker.

"Did you pick up that fax I sent to the front desk this morning?"

"Yes' sir."

"And?" Fuller asked, once again impatient.

"Well, I didn't open it yet, captain." Hanson's response met with silence on the other end of the line. "So… now would be a good time?"

"Bingo," Adam replied. He continued speaking while the two officers looked at the documents he'd sent. "The man you're looking at is Ramón Doyle-Alvarez. He's our drug smuggler, running his operation across the Caribbean and here in the states as well. Doyle grew up in the Metro city area but moved to Puerto Rico after his parents died in a car accident. He was only 16."

"Captain, I think we know this man," Hanson said gravely. "From last night. He helped us search for the girl."

"And then he offered to go for the police," added Judy.

"Well I doubt he carried through on that promise, Hoffs," Fuller continued. "Ramón has been in the business for nearly ten years now, so he's around your age. He has a lot to lose, yet also nothing to lose at all. This report says that he's killed several cops, and has several others on the take. He's extremely dangerous, guys. I want you to be careful on this one. If it's not looking good, don't hesitate to come back home without him."

"Oh god," Judy said, looking at Hanson, eyes full of worry. "We left them there. Penhall, Ioki, and Booker. We left them there with him. I'm going to check Penhall and Ioki's room to see if they're in there." Quickly, Judy turned and headed out the door.

"Be careful!" Tom called behind her.

"Hanson. Are you alone?" The captain spoke quietly.

"Yes."

"Look, Hanson. I'm not trying to get in your business, but you need to be responsible."

"Captain, I'm not sure I know what you mean." Tom held his chin in his hand and waited for Fuller's response.

"I've been there before, son," Fuller paused. "With a partner. While we were on duty—"

"With all due respect, Captain, it's not like that." Tom cut him off quickly, keeping his voice low.

"Hanson, I know that my past indiscretion is nothing like whatever you've got going on with Hoffs. I saw this one coming from the first week that I met you two." Fuller chuckled. "I'm just glad that Penhall or Booker didn't beat you to it." Tom replied with an inaudible frown. "Anyway, Hanson, just try to keep it cool until the case is over and you're all back at the chapel safe and sound. This case…" The captain paused again, "really has me worried."

"Okay," Tom answered back plainly. He took a quick glance over his shoulder toward the door to make sure that Judy hadn't yet returned to the room. "But how'd you know about us now, coach?"

"I told you, Hanson, I was a young man once too. Besides. Penhall and I both saw you together in that not-so-little PDA on the side of her car." Hanson, cursed under his breath. "Yeah. Real slick, Officer Hanson. Real slick."

"You have my word that it won't happen again."

"Don't make promises that you can't keep, son." Fuller sighed. "Hanson, don't you know that when it comes to women, we're not ever the one in charge?"

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