Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven

  Penhall knelt by his partner's side, unconsciously holding his breath watching out for the rise and fall of Tom's chest. He released the breath when he saw and heard the desperate breaths being dragged down to tortured lungs.

"Tom can you hear me?" Doug asked frightened for his partner.

"He can't hear you man, he's been like that for ages" a young man told the police officer from across the room, and Penhall's hand automatically went for where his gun usually resided

"Who are you?" he asked the figure, yet when the younger man stepped out of the shadows Penhall recognised him with little difficulty. "Toby Macintosh isn't it? You little snitch! Well I hope you're proud of yourself, you caused this" Doug yelled at the youth, his concern for his partner fuelling his anger. Toby didn't reply, he simply retreated back into the corner of the room where he had sat huddled for the last few hours. Doug turned his attention back to Tom, and took a deep breath knowing that what he had to do would be painful for both of them. Firstly he looked at Tom's head wound, and winced in sympathy at the deep gash to his temple, yet he knew that the blood surrounding the wound didn't necessarily mean anything, as head wounds always bled a lot. Next he carefully pulled Hanson's tattered shirt away from his battered torso, and was shocked when the deeply unconscious Hanson flinched from his touch. He soon found out why. His partner's midsection was a mass of cuts and deep bruises, from his hips up to his chest, and Penhall was sure that Tom had a number of broken ribs as well as a possible punctured lung. He sighed deeply, there was very little he could do to help his partner with his current condition, he was just about to get to his feet and walk away when he noticed a patch of dark blood on his partner's torn jeans, he carefully peeled away the denim, and was shocked to find a gaping knife wound, he was more shocked to see that the blade had gone the whole of the way through his friend's thigh, and was still pumping out a lot of blood. Doug got to his feet and pulled his plaid shirt off over his head, carefully he pulled it through under his partner's prone form and tied it into a make shift tourniquet praying that it would stem the flow before his partner bled to death, and hoping that they would be found very soon, because if he stopped the flow of blood for too long his partner would lose his leg.

Judy Hoffs and Harry Ioki walked through the cold dark streets desperately searching for their colleagues, they had been at it for hours, yet so far there was nothing. Unsurprisingly nobody had seen or heard anything, and the two police officers were starting to give up hope.

"Man they could be anywhere!" Harry spoke just to hear his voice as the two walked along the street brandishing the most recent photos of Doug and Tom that they had.

"I know. I hope Tom's okay, I means there was an awful lot of blood at the school, and he obvious hasn't got any help" Judy replied, her fears clearly portrayed in her trembling voice. Harry looked at her, she had spoken the words that each of them had been avoiding for the last few hours, he smiled weakly at her and tenderly placed an arm around her shoulders.

"Look at this way Jude, Tom is tough, the guy could survive anything. Besides if Doug is with him Tom'll probably be begging the kidnappers to beat him to unconsciousness just to get away from Penhall" Harry told her, and she chuckled lightly in response, even though she knew that it wasn't really true. Tom and Doug were complete opposites, they were so different and from completely different backgrounds yet they loved each other, they were closer than most brothers and the best partnership that Judy had ever known. When one hurt the other cried, and when one was happy the other laughed that was the way that they worked. She cast her gaze down at the ground before Harry saw the tears forming in her eyes. She loved the two crazy guys as well, and she really didn't know what would happen if they lost them

Fuller sighed as he once more drew a dead end, he raised his radio to his face, about to radio all units and call off the search for the day when a yell from behind him distracted him. He headed over to where the police officer stood beckoning him across.

"What is it Hobbs?" he asked the man, his impatience clear in his voice.

"Sir we found this" the young cop told the experienced Captain as he handed him a small wallet. Fuller took it off him and carefully flipped it open, and sighed in relief when he pulled out a credit card with the name 'Tom Henderson' on it.

"Okay radio all units, get everybody in this area we're getting closer to our boy" he told the younger officer, who sprang immediately into action to follow orders. "Hold on Tom, we're coming to get you" Adam muttered, his own heart aching with worry for the young cop who was a member of his new family.

Doug sat next to his partner, his back braced against the wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him, he noted every hitch and every gasp in Tom's breathing, yet it took him a moment to notice the chocolate brown eyes starring back at him. As soon as he noticed that his partner was returning his gaze he sprung to his knees and moved closer to him.

"Tom? Can you hear me partner?" he asked softly, willing his partner to respond. Tom looked at him with confused, pain glazed eyes.

"Doug? Is that you?" he whispered, his voice weak from blood loss.

"Yeah buddy it's me. No kidding you can't stay out of trouble for five minutes can you?" he teased his best friend. Tom smiled weakly at his partner, and then a fit of coughs wracked his body, and he convulsed as the pain hit him. Doug placed a calming hand on his shoulder, and took his friend's hand with the other.

"Easy partner take it easy" he soothed the younger cop. His concern grew by the specks of blood around his partner's mouth caused by his coughing. "Hanson I need you to try to stay awake for me okay?" he prompted his friend, determined to do everything that he could to help him. Hanson nodded, but failed to open his eyes, and Penhall felt his own heart break when he saw a lone tear slip from his partner's closed eye down his too pale cheek.

Chapter Seven

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