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Tom tried to stop the pounding in his heart to no avail.

"Greg," the officer said stiffly.

"Little Tommy," Greg said with a smirk. Man, how his best friend's boy had grown up. If only he could see him now. Dennis looked at Tom in concern. Greg walked through the doorway and advanced on Tom, who stepped back nervously. Sensing the panic in his partner, Dennis moved towards him.

"Can't we just get this rehearsal started?" Clarissa queried irritably. Kevin laughed.

"Okay, okay. Whatever you want, Clarissa," he agreed. Tom felt his heart leap in panic as Greg stepped closer. No! Tom thought to himself.

"Dennis, you're with Clarissa," Kevin instructed.

"You got it," Dennis agreed.

"Tommy's with me," Greg declared. Tom opened his mouth to object, but changed his mind and nodded.

"Good," the other Jump Street officers heard the man say. There were footsteps.

"Where do you think they're going?" Doug wondered.

"Wish I knew," Capt. Fuller responded. Tom followed Greg into a classroom, which the older man immediately locked.

"Well, turn around. Let me take a look at you," Greg ordered.

"You know I don't turn my back on nobody," Tom responded. The man slapped the officer.

"And you know you do what you're told…McQuaid," he snarled. From their positions, Doug, Judy, Harry, and Capt. Fuller frowned. 'McQuaid'? That wasn't Tom's name.

"My name is Hanson," Tom angrily spat out. In their own classroom, Clarissa and Dennis looked at the script. Her jaw dropped.

"What the heck?" she questioned.

"Whoa," he said at the same time. Clarissa looked at him.

"I'm---I'm not---" she began to say. Her voice trailed off as he opened his jacket to reveal his badge.

"Relax. I'm a cop. I won't touch you," he assured. She sighed in relief and the two walked out and Dennis led her to the rest of his unit.

"You all right?" Capt. Fuller questioned.

"Yeah," Clarissa responded. In their classroom, Tom was moving backwards through the desks, trying to put as much distance between him and Greg as possible. Suddenly, his back hit the wall.

"Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. What do you think you're doing?" Greg scolded, placing his hands on the officer's shoulders. Tom gulped.

"Uh, Cap, I really think we should go in," Dennis said, remembering what Tom had confided in him and how nervous he had been when he had seen the guy. Tom stood frozen as Greg's fingers expertly unbuttoned his shirt. His mind flashed back to the man performing the same actions many times before. Suddenly, the man caught sight of a thin piece of metal.

"What is this? You're wired?" Greg asked angrily. He slammed the officer against the wall.

"Move it!" Capt. Fuller barked. Everyone instantly started running. Through their headsets, they heard shaky breathing, a gasp, and then an agonized scream.

"Tommy!" Doug yelled.

"Hanson!" Dennis cried at the same time. They all quickened their pace. Tom fought against Greg as the man forced him to the ground.

"I'm going to make you remember what pain is, boy," the man hissed. The officer tried to block the man's advancing hands, only to end up pinned. Then, searing pain coursed through his body again. Unable to help himself, Tom screamed. The rest of the unit reached the door only to find it locked. As one, Doug and Dennis moved back and forced it open.

"Back off! Back off now!" Dennis shouted, as he and the others spread out, guns drawn. Greg chuckled and slowly stood up.

"Easy, people. We're just having a little fun," he said. Dennis fired off a shot to the side.

"Booker," Capt. Fuller reproached with some surprise.

"Next one won't miss scumbag," Dennis warned as Tom zipped up his pants and then stood up, as he started on his shirt.

"Oh, don't bother, Tommy. We're just gonna go another round anyway," Greg smirked.

"Eat me," Tom managed to respond.

"Hanson, walks towards me," Dennis ordered, emphasizing his partner's last name. Tom did as he was told, giving Dennis a look that indicated that he understood the reason for the use of his last name. Greg followed, but was intercepted by the other officers.

"Now you, are under arrest," Dennis continued. He pulled out his handcuffs, linked Greg's hands together, and pushed him out the door, stating his rights. The next morning, Dennis, Harry, Doug, and Judy were at their desks, filing out reports.

"Hey, uh, where's Hanson?" Doug answered.

"Personal day," Dennis and Capt. Fuller responded together. The two looked at each other.

"He told me some stuff," Dennis said at the captain's questioning look.

"Wait a minute. He told you personal stuff, but not me?" Doug questioned.

"You weren't partnered together," Dennis shrugged. Meanwhile, Tom had parked at a prison and walked up to the gate.

"I.D.," the guard said.

"Officer Tom Hanson. Here to see Brett McQuaid," Tom replied, showing him his I.D. and badge.

"Go on in," the guard allowed. Tom walked into the visitor's center and walked up to the glass. Minutes later, a tall, distinguished man walked into view. He picked up the phone and Tom did the same.

"Well, this is a surprise," Brett McQuaid smirked.

"Hi, Dad," Tom said.

"What do you want?" Brett questioned.

"I'm done. I'm through being afraid of you," Tom said.

"Who do you think you are talking to me like that, brat? Do you really---" Tom's father's voice cut off as he hung up the phone. The man angrily gestured for him to pick the phone back up.

"I am so over you. Yes, I am," Tom declared. Then, he turned around and walked away, leaving his father to yell at soundproof glass.

THE END

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