This chapter is dedicated to Random-Insights, who wanted a little action for Doug. Hope you all enjoy!

Captain Fuller maneuvered his car in and out of traffic, his lights flashing and sirens wailing. Judy braced herself against the door as he narrowly missed the back end of a pickup truck. "Uh, Captain…I'd like to live long enough to find Hanson and Penhall." She said through gritted teeth. Fuller didn't respond but kept his focus on the road ahead.

"We'll find them Jude, don't worry." Ioki said as he leaned forward in his seat. "I'm sure they found a way to escape."

"But we would have heard from them Harry." Judy said.

"Maybe they don't have access to a phone." Harry put a comforting hand on his partner's shoulder.

"We'll find them guys." Fuller said. "They're going to be just fine. We'll get them back home safe and sound."

The rest of the ride remained silent. The silence continued when Fuller pulled the car onto the drive that led up to the safe house. He noticed that the grounds were covered with FBI agents and police officers as well. Fuller parked the car and he and his officers exited the car and made their way over to the group of officers near the front door.

"Captain Fuller, glad you found the place." Sergeant Riley said as he shook Adam's hand.

"Any word yet on my boys?" Fuller asked.

"We have a search party out right now, but they haven't seen anything yet." Riley said. As soon as he finished, his walkie-talkie went off.

"Sergeant Riley, we think we've found something. It's a cabin about 3 miles north of the safe house. It's empty now, but we found several bullet holes. It looks like a boat was also dragged into the river." The voice over the walkie-talkie crackled. "We're going to get a search party to head down river towards the falls. Another one will take the woods and make their way down to the bottom of the falls."

"Roger that" Riley stated. He watched as Fuller and the two Jump Street Officers grabbed flashlights and other gear. "Where do you guys think your going?" he asked.

"We're going to find my men." Fuller said. "And don't try and stop us either." Riley patted him on his shoulder and nodded.

"Wouldn't think of it Captain." Riley said. He watched as the trio made their way into the woods. "Good luck guys." He said, although no one heard.

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Doug and Tom were slowly making their way along the river. They both shivered in the cold night air, the fact that they were both soaked to the skin not helping at all. Doug kept his arm around his partner's waist, helping him along the rough terrain.

"Damn it!" said Tom. "I'm freezing."

Doug looked at his partner. "Me too. I guess taking a midnight bath in the river wasn't such a great idea." He said sarcastically. "How's your head?"

"I'm okay. Just a bit dizzy is all." Tom answered.

Doug stopped to examine the gash on Tom's head. "Well, the bleeding's stopped, but I think you might have a concussion. We've got to get somewhere to get that looked at."

"Do you think that Peterson and his men are still trying to find us?" Tom asked his partner.

Doug shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe they think we drowned." He said hopefully.

Tom shivered at the thought. "We wouldn't be so lucky Penhall." Then he added, "I'm sure Peterson is the type of guy who likes to have proof of his murder victims."

Doug held on tighter and dragged Tom along. "Well, we'd better find someplace to hide out then, and soon. I bet they aren't far behind."

Tom was letting himself be dragged along when all of a sudden he became dizzy and lost his footing. He tumbled to the ground, bringing Penhall down with him. They lay tangled in a heap just by the river.

"Tommy, you okay?" Doug asked, trying to untangle himself. "You still dizzy?"

Hanson ran a hand through his soaked hair and managed to sit himself up against a tree. "Yeah…I just lost my balance." His head was still spinning and he closed his eyes, trying to get rid of the dizziness. His head was really pounding now and he could hear a low buzzing in his ears.

"Hanson, you still dizzy?" Doug asked, watching as Tom opened his eyes and immediately put his head down onto his knees. "You're not going to pass out on me or anything, are you?"

"Shut up Doug." Tom said, his head still down. He prayed that the dizziness would pass and that he didn't pass out. "Just give me a minute, I'll be fine." He didn't feel fine however and felt the sudden urge to throw up. He quickly leaned forward onto his hands and knees and was unsuccessful at keeping the contents of his stomach down.

"Shit." Doug muttered, as he supported Tom's body. When Tom was no longer able to throw anything else up, he helped his friend lean back against the tree. This is when Doug noticed that Tom was extremely pale and drenched in sweat. "You definitely have a concussion." He ran his hand across Tom's forehead, feeling how cold it felt.

Tom closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was so tired all of a sudden and all he wanted to do was sleep. His thoughts of sleep were interrupted however when he felt Doug shaking his arm.

"Tom, don't fall asleep, man. You've got a concussion." Doug said as he patted Tom's cheek. Tom's eyelids fluttered open.

"So tired." He whispered. "I just want to sleep for a few minutes." Tom's eyes began to close again. He felt someone grab onto his arm and haul him up to his feet.

"Come on Tom…we've got to keep going." It was Doug. He had his arm wrapped around Tom's waist once more as they started walking. Tom tried to keep his eyes open and most of the time it was a battle. All he felt like doing was lying down and sleeping, but he knew it wasn't a good thing to do when you had a concussion. So he kept moving, placing one foot in front of the other.

The officers had been walking about an hour when Doug noticed some smoke up ahead. He blinked his eyes, afraid that he was seeing things. However, when he opened his eyes again, he could still see the smoke making its way up into the air. "Tom, do you see that? I think that there's a cabin up ahead."

Tom looked in the direction that Doug was looking. "Yeah, I see it too." They began to walk a bit faster and eventually came upon another cabin. This time though, they could see lights on inside. They made their way up the steps and Doug knocked on the door. He was almost surprised when a middle-aged man opened the door.

Doug let out a sigh. "Thank god. We need some help." He said. "We're undercover police officers and we're being chased by some people. Do you have a phone we could use?"

"Sure. Come on in boys." The man said as he stepped aside to allow them in. "My name's Tony."

Doug led Tom into the cabin and sat him down on the couch. He and Doug were both freezing and the warmth of the fire that crackled in the fireplace was quite welcoming. Doug stood back up and shook Tony's hand. "I'm Doug and this is my partner Tom."

Tony took a look over at Hanson and noticed how pale he was. "What happened to your friend there? He's got a nasty cut on his head." Tony went over to the closet and grabbed a couple of blankets out of it, handing them to Doug and Tom.

"Thanks." Doug said. "We went over the falls and I think he hit his head on some rocks when he went under. I'm pretty sure he's got a concussion too because he's dizzy and nauseous."

"I'll get my first aid kit out of the bathroom." Tony said as he disappeared from the living room. When he came back, he sat down next to Tom to look at the gash on his head. "This is going to sting a bit, I'm afraid." He said as he took out the bottle of peroxide and some gauze.

Tom flinched and let out a moan as Tony cleaned and bandaged the cut on Tom's head. "Thanks." Tom said when he was finished. "Do you mind if we use your phone?"

Tony stood up and pointed to the bedroom. "Let me get you guys some dry clothes first, then you can use the phone in the bedroom."

Doug helped Tom up off the couch and they followed Tony into the bedroom where he got each of the officers some dry clothing for them to put on. He left them to get changed and to make their phone call. "I'll go put some coffee on for you guys. It'll help warm you up." Tony said as he left the room.

Tom sat down after putting on the dry clothes and waited as Doug made a phone call. Maybe this nightmare will be over now, he thought. Or at least he hoped it would be.

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Adam Fuller led the way for his two officers as they made their way along the riverbank. He pointed the flashlight towards the ground and followed the footsteps that they had discovered back at the cabin. There were four sets of them, and all Fuller could hope for was that Doug and Tom were all right.

"Captain, shouldn't we have found them by now?" Judy asked, the fear evident in her voice. She was extremely worried about her friends because she had read the file on Peterson. She knew what kind of man he was and that he never stopped at anything to get what he wanted.

"Judy, we'll find them. Don't worry." Fuller answered. "Doug and Tom are smart and strong. They can handle themselves." Or at least I hope they can handle themselves against Peterson, he thought.

"Fuller's right Jude. You know how Doug and Tom are. Besides, if Peterson caught up to them, he'd want to get as far away from Penhall's rambling as possible." Ioki said, hoping to make his partner feel better.

Judy let out a small laugh and said, "You're right. Hanson and Penhall can take care of themselves." She hoped she was right, although she couldn't help the nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong.

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Back at the cabin, Doug hung up the phone after his conversation with Sergeant Riley. He turned around to find Tom asleep on the bed. He gently reached over and shook him, causing the younger man to jump slightly. "It's okay Hanson, it's just me." Doug said.

Tom sat up, a bit too quick he found out, as he began to sway a bit. Doug quickly grabbed him to steady him until the dizziness passed. "I'm alright now Doug, you can let go." Tom swung his legs over the side of the bed. "Did you get a hold of anyone?" he asked.

Doug sat down next to Tom. "Yeah, I talked to Sergeant Riley. They've got search parties out looking all over the woods for us. I told him where we are and they're directing a team to us right now. He figures it will be about an hour or so before they reach us." Doug smiled and added, "Fuller, Ioki and Jude are out there too. Riley's going to get the message to them."

"Judy's probably freaking out right about now." Tom said and they both laughed.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Doug replied before standing up. "How about we go get a cup of that coffee Tony was talking about."

Tom stood up slowly. "Sounds good to me. I would even go for a cup of Jude's coffee right about now." They laughed at the thought of Judy's famous black sludge that she calls coffee. They made their way back into the living room and sat near the fire.

Tony handed each of them a cup of coffee. "Here you go boys, this'll warm you up." They took the warm mugs and thanked Tony once again. Then they sat around the fire, drinking the warm liquid, allowing it warm their frozen bodies.

The three men were on their second pot of coffee and sharing stories about their lives when Doug heard something outside. He put his cup of coffee down and made his way over to the door. He automatically reached for where his gun would be and found the one he had lifted from the goons at the safe house.

Seeing this, Hanson stood up and asked, "Doug, what are you…" but he was silenced by a wave of Doug's hand.

Hanson watched as Doug made his way carefully to the door. Unfortunately there weren't any windows on the door and he couldn't see anything out the window. Doug listened but didn't hear any more noises coming from outside. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it. Then he peered around the edge of it, but found nothing on the other side. Doug turned back to the two men in the living room and shrugged his shoulders. "Must have been an animal or something." He turned around to close the door when he saw a flash of light and an agonizing pain tore into his shoulder. Doug felt the fire explode throughout his shoulder as he was flung backwards into the living room. He could hear Tom scream his name before he hit the floor and sank into the darkness that took over him.