Still struggling in places but I am going to post it anyways, This really is the hardest fic I have written to date. Lamexicana... This better make you a happy bunny, LOL!

Chapter 11

"Cap'n, I'm not gonna stand out here for another damned minute waiting for the OK from a bomb squad to go into a building that is about to come down with our friends trapped inside!" Penhall screamed as Ioki and Hoffs did their best to hold their friend down.

"Penhall, I know your upset… we're all upset but there is nothing we can do right now." The older responded. He watched and agonized with his undercover officers as they waited… and waited. The time was slowly taking its toll on the younger officers. The day had gone from afternoon to evening to dark in what felt like forever. Still there was no sign of a bomb squad to ok entrance into the building. It wrenched at his stomach to see all three falling apart. They had thought it was over when Booker had emerged from the building in one piece, but he had to return. Fuller had fought the instinct to follow his younger officer back in. What he had wanted to do was send Booker to the nearest hospital and go in and get Hanson out and tear Gordon Hughes apart limb from limb. It was too much knowing that Booker had taken this man down for betraying the city he had sworn to protect. He had betrayed young innocent children who had been preyed upon by depraved human beings. He had betrayed himself by seeking revenge on someone who was doing his job.

"Look Cap… there's a back way into this building…"

"Ioki, please…" Fuller pinched the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes to the nightmare that surrounded him. The more the officers pleaded with him the more he wanted to give in to them. Booker's words continued to roll around in his head; "Throw the damn rule book out the window for once…" Booker had been right. He was always challenging the rules. Seeing how much he could get by with and then pushing one inch further. But for once Dennis Booker had been right. These were Adam Fuller's officers and he was going to protect them no matter what it took to do so.

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"Boo-ker!" The voice was loud and sing song like. Almost haunting to listen to the words were clear and tearing through the darkness. Dennis Booker poked his head around the corner of the piller and concrete pile and then turned again to look at Tom Hanson. There wasn't to much left that the two men could do alone. They had ducked behind a large pile of concrete and fallen steel when they had heard movement ten foot from them. It had been Gordon. He was not happy with Hanson's present for him as Booker had come up the elevator.

"Listen up Booker, your not getting out of here alive and neither is your friend."

Gordon's voice was starting to grate at Booker's last nerve. He had threatened Hanson and what the hell was he doing to him when he got back up to the second floor after taking Anderson to safety. The man was a plague to society. He was nothing more than a monster.

"Hanson, you ok?" Booker whispered to the officer still attached to his waist band.

"Mm-hmm." He returned. Hanson had been disturbingly silent as he stumbled along for a while. The two men were trying to get back to the elevator which they had had to abandon following Booker's return. The madman nearly took Tom out before they ran. He hadn't needed to touch Tom's forehead to see he had a fever setting in, that was when he caught a glimpse of his left eye trying to close.

"Hanson, you're not ok. What's wrong?"

"Tired Dennis… eyes burning… I think I'm getting sick…" Hanson stared blankly back at his partner. He felt useless. He could no longer see anything. The blur from earlier was gone. He quietly hoped that it was because the little bit of light that was left was gone. It was now frighteningly dark in his world. He remembered how in grade school the teachers always said that if you loose one your others become heightened. He wondered how long it would be before he could hear a pin drop from across the room. When he heard a crunch and he was sent tumbling to the ground.

"Aggghhh! Hanson…" Booker shouted. Hanson could do nothing to help Booker. All he could here was the repeated kick of a larger man to Booker. Hanson stood unsteadily on his feet and tried to move in the direction of the clatter only to trip and fall in an untidy heap on the floor. Hanson groaned as he struggled to get to his knees again.

"Booker!" Hanson shouted. There was no answer just the continuous thumps and thuds of unforgiving punches and kicks.

Booker was struggling to keep up with Gordon Hughes devastating blows to his body. He felt a kick to his midsection as he was caught between a pile of rubble and Gordy. He wasn't sure what to do next. He tried to roll but there was nowhere to go. Then Gordon's torture of Booker ended as Gordon reached down grabbing the smaller man by the collar and pulling him to his feet.

"Booker… you were so easy to get, so easy to predict and your gonna be so easy to kill. Gordon seethed. His eyes were wide with maleficience. He mercilessly hurled Booker against a steel column and proceeded to assault the already injured officer again

"Gun… Hanson… use my gun!" Booker shouted as he took a swing at the larger man. Booker had been taking blow after blow to his body from the large man. He had little to no defense as he couldn't grip anything to use it to gain the upper hand. He couldn't draw his hand into a fist to return a blow. He was starting to feel run down as he attempted to take a swing at Gordon Hughes who had sidestepped and avoided the blow easily. In return he had grabbed Booker around the waist in a bear hug and squeezed. Booker was starting to feel hazy when he remembered he had handed Hanson his weapon when he realized he couldn't squeeze the trigger if he needed too.

"You have to be kidding Booker… I can't even see to aim the stupid thing and were supposed to only be carrying dummy rounds." Hanson half shouted half whispered.

"Uhh yeah… well… when did I ever obey the rules?" Booker had answered Hanson.

Hanson fumbled around in the dark as he picked up the weighty metal weapon in his hand. It felt bulky in comparison with is standard issue service revolver. He cocked the hammer and lifted the weapon in the direction of the continued assault on Dennis Booker.

"Hanson, three o'clock, three o'clock." Booker strained against the vice like grip squeezing the life out of him. He clenched his teeth together as he desperately tried to push and claw at the unrelenting arms bearing down on his waist. He continued to sacrifice himself to the pain in his arms and hands as he tried to use them to free himself. He lifted his left arm up and pounded at the hard as steel arm only to be rewarded with nauseating pain that skipped across his joints and danced into the muscles surrounding his hand. It hurt but the next thing he felt was unbearable. Fire… it was… it had to have been. It radiated across his midsection and down as he was dropped to the ground. He fell to the ground with a jolt. He curled up into a ball and gritted his teeth as the larger Gordon Hughes fell to the ground next to him. He looked puzzled at Booker as he collapsed the rest of the way to the floor.

"Dennis… where are…" Hanson tripped over something large and landed sprawled out on the ground next to Booker. He still had the smoking weapon in his hands.

"Holy shit… Hanson… you… nailed us both…" Booker strained. The words hardly cleared his lips when he felt Hanson's hands on his stomach. He hit the injury with his hands and Booker groaned loudly. He sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth and cursed under his breath.

"Booker… I-I… I'm sorry…" Hanson was full of fear and remorse as he recognized the impact of the shot he had taken… the lucky shot. He had blindly hit his target with the use of his ears and Booker. It frightened him how accurate he had been. He could have killed Booker too.

"Hanson… help me up… I'll be your eyes." Booker was loosing blood, but the wound wasn't bad as it had passed through Gordon and hit Booker in the right of his stomach. Hanson struggled to his knees clutching his own damaged side and clambering to get Booker to his feet.

The two continued to struggle as Hanson fought through pain and wrapped his arms around his unstable partner. Due to his own injury he wasn't much help to Booker nor was Booker to him. The duo slipped and tripped along the littered floor until they made their way to the elevator shaft making their way to the first floor.

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Penhall, Ioki and Hoffs gathered around Captain Adam Fuller and set up their game plan.

"Ioki, you said you could get in the back? We need to know how if were going to pull this off." Ioki was ready to go over the layout of the building when a gunshot was heard.

Fuller looked around and caught the eye of Sgt. Garrison.

"Mike! What just happened?" Fuller shouted. Mike Garrison shook his head in terror at the sound and took off toward the building at the same time all four remaining Jump Street officers did too. Penhall exploded through the line up of firemen and barricade tape.

"Hanson!" He shouted. The feeling of dread filled him with thoughts of the worst. He shoved violently past the officers trying to block the door. He ran into the ink dark building. Which way do I go…Hanson was in here and he needed help… he didn't know where to go to get to the next floors. "Hanson… Booker!" He shouted. Judy, Ioki and Fuller joined him followed by Mike Garrison. The five people all halted when they heard the service elevator creek to life and stop at the ground floor. Mike pulled out his flashlight and shown it in the direction of the elevator. The doors opened, first the outer door opened and then the inner screen slowly lifted. Penhall's heart nearly pounded through his chest as he watched two men stumble off of the elevator and fall in a heap to the floor.

"Tommy…" Penhall took off in a sprint to the fallen men.

Thanks again for all the responses, you really have no clue how much it helps and makes you feel like you are doing something right! Please let me know whats up, do you like it or hate it. Thanks again and there will be just a bit more and then we can start on the Follow up to Waylon County High... it is going to be called Vengeance... I think...