A/N: Thanks for all your reviews, I'm starting another fic soon for 21 Jumpstreet and it will more than likely be one of my 'comedies' if you will. Pirates in the Pantry (one of my other stories) type stuff. After remembering that there is a Tom Hanson in my school, I thought about some very interesting what ifs...So, here's another slamerino for the kingpin(or would I be the queenpin?...hmm)

Disclaimer: Most of this chapter's dialouge is taken directly from the episode "21Jumpstreet part one" some words I had to cut out cuz I couldn't understand what they were saying...so bear with me...obviously, I don't own it. I wasn't alive yet... :o)

Chapter IV: Remembering

Captain Jenko's funeral took place three days later, and during those three days, Ioki and Hoffs had busted their drug dealers, and Penhall had taken down Sands and Shultz for the series of robberies of the Sophomore lockers. Hanson, who needed something to do for distraction, spent his days cleaning out Jenko's office and his nights at the bowling alley, alone. One day while cleaning out Jenko's desk he came across the captain's badge. He sat on the floor with his back to the wall, looking at it with tears in his eyes, thinking about the day he'd first met this man who had influenced his life so greatly.

FLASHBACK:

Hanson climbed out of his Mustang and, wanting to look professional, placed his hat on his head and his nightstick in his belt. He checked the address on the piece of paper he had been given again after seeing the building. It was a rundown brick building with no way of entrance but the black metal fire escape stairs. He put the paper back into his pocket after confirming that he was where he was supposed to be, and climbed the stairs, not knocking before entering through the door. Once inside, he looked around and saw nobody there. The place was deserted. 'Maybe I am in the wrong place.' He thought to himself.

"Yo! Everybody out the backdoor it's the fuzz!" shouted someone from behind a punching bag hung from the ceiling. The owner of the voice jumped out of his desk and met Hanson on the other side of this bag. "Doug Penhall." said the man, grabbing Hanson's hand and shaking it.

"This is Jumpstreet Chapel right?" Hanson said quizzically.

"Only if you're Catholic." Penhall said. "Ioki here thinks it's a Buddhist temple." he continued, indicating another man sitting at a desk. "Me? I think it's a Synagouge. You know, my mom's Jewish, which only means I get to celebrate both guilt, and hell."

"Yeah, you see, his father was a priest." The other man said. "So don't play bingo with this guy, he's a killer." Hanson nodded in confusion. "Ah, must be putting you on to infiltrate the student council." he added.

"I doubt it...Officer Tom Hanson." he introduced himself.

"H.T. Ioki." Ioki said shaking Hanson's hand.

"H for Harry, T for Truman.Guess what year his folks moved to the states."

"Yeah, and I'm named after the guy who dropped an atom bomb on my house."

"Yeah..." said Hanson exasperatedly. "Look, I'm here to see a Captain Richard Jenko." Ioki and Penhall nodded to each other as Ioki played with a hamster in his hands that Hanson hadn't noticed before.

"YO! JENK!" Penhall shouted behind him. "You gotta turbo charge the hair or somethin' Hanson. You look like Richie Cunningham." Hanson's hand defensively went to his hair while Ioki and Penhall laughed at him. Penhall chuckled and walked away and Ioki mockingly saluted him, Hanson returned the gesture.

Hearing footsteps above him a few moments later, Hanson looked up in time to see a man dressed in a leather jacket with fur around the collar and a plaid, tweed golf hat on his head, slide down a fireman's pole. Taking his hat off, the man approached him.

"Hey, what's happenin' man?" he said. Having helped himself to some coffee, Hanson, cup in hand, cautiously walked over to the strange man.

"Hi." he said. "I'm here to see ah--Captain Jenko."

"Yeah?" said the man."Far out."

"Is he here?"

"Yeah."

"Yo! Autograph!" Ioki called to the man. After winking at Hanson, he moved to Ioki's desk and took the clipboard from him.

"Well, uh, could you tell him Patrolman Hanson is here?" Hanson pushed him. "I don't want him to think I'm late."

"Hey, you ain't late." said the man. Then, looking up he asked Hanson "You like that sound?" Hanson, having silently declared all in the room as insane, replied.

"Not really."

"Me neither. Praise God! Hallelulia! Maybe I'm saved! Been a deadhead since Woodstock." he said, raising his arms in the air and practically dancing.

"I didn't go, I was only five." Hanson said. "Look, I really gotta check in with Captain Jenko." He pleaded, following the man around the chapel. He decided he'd say hi to Jenko and leave. He could wait ten years for the real police force, this wasn't worth it.

"Yeah." The man agreed.

"Yeah! Well, where can I find him?" Hanson said to the man's back. He was now fully and completely irritated. The man turned to face him.

"Hey, you're lookin' at him Hanson. I'm right here." he said. Hanson's jaw dropped at his revelation. " 'cept on Saturday nights when I play lead guitar with some bunkos in my garage band." He said, putting his hat back on his head.

"You're Captain Jenko?"

"Get's better doesn't it?" Jenko said, winking at him again. Hanson followed Jenko through a door to what he assumed was his office. "Hey, can you believe that guy huh?" he said, showing Hanson a poster on his wall. "Jimi, was the best." Jenko sat down after taking off his coat as Hanson just stood in shock. "Too bad he had to throw it all away on a short ride getting high." He added, getting out of the chair again and going across the room to a refridgerator on the other side to retreive a bag of chips and two cans of pop.

"I'm not familiar with him." Hanson said, studying the poster."Who did he play with?" Jenko crossed the room again to answer him.

"God." he said simply. Then, offering the bag of chips he asked. "Breakfast?"

"No thanks." Hanson declined. "I'll grab an omlette later."

"Uh uh. No you won't." Jenko said, taking the cup of coffee from Hanson's hands. "When was the last time you saw a teenager have a cup of black coffee--" he threw the liquid itself into the garbage can, followed by the cup to accent this. "And an omlette for breakfast? Uh uh. From now on it's potato chips, soda pop, french fries and pizza, man. It's a Pepsi generation Sport." Jenko told him, throwing him the bag of chips and a can of pop that he had gotten from the refridgerator. Unsure of what to do, Hanson caught these items anyway. Jenko laughed and took a seat.

"Look, don't call me Sport okay?" Hanson said calmly.

"Hey, I'm your boss, I'll call you anything I want." Jenko said. "Have a seat. Sport." Hanson moved to the seat Jenko had indicated and did as he was told, still uncomfortably holding the chips and pop, he moved around in the seat until he found a comfortable position. "Look Hanson." Jenko said, opening his can of soda and taking a drink. "While you were out in the field getting your butt kicked by all the bad grown-ups, me and my guys here were training to do some real battle. You see, the way I look at it, child is the father of man. I mean, these bad grown-ups are coming from somewhere, they don't just hatch that way." He explained. "That's why we're tryin' to yank them out while they're still in highschool, dig?" Hanson nodded.

"Dig?" he asked.

"Hey, spare me the rap about how I talk okay?"

"Yeah, I know. You went to Woodstock right?"

"Right on brother. Now we're about four weeks ahead of you here Hanson, so I'm gonna have to rush you through some of the training."

"What kind of training?"

"Hoffs!" Jenko yelled out the door. "Gonna teach you how to be a teenager again Sport. How does that grab ya? I'm talking about the bad kind, the kind that gets into trouble, the kind you're gonna have to be like so's they think yer one of 'em, you dig?" He said to Hanson. "Hey Hoffs! Wake up!" He called out the door again.

"Relax, relax I'm up." said a girl entering the room.

"Hoffs, Hanson. Hanson, Hoffs." Jenko introduced them.

"Hi..." Hanson said. Maybe Jumpstreet wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Jude, " said Jenko as Hanson stood. "Run this cat down to wardrobe, see if you can't take some of the cop out of his presentation. And for God's sake, do something about the Jack Kennedy haircut too, would ya? Go with what Officer Hoffs tells ya Hanson. Been real bro." Jenko said, taking Hanson's hand (which still held the chips and soda) and shaking it oddly. "Stick with Hoffs and she'll hook ya up with a little field training tonight. Later." Jenko left his office, leaving Hanson in complete shock.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked the girl.

"Oh, so Jenk's a little bit of a hang on hippie, big deal! Cuz when it comes to goin' undercover, the dude is the best...I'm Judy Hoffs." She said, extending her hand. Hanson shifted the food in his arms again and took it, trying to do what Jenko had just done with his hand. Looking at him oddly, Hoffs turned it into a regular handshake. "Oh, that's okay honey, my people don't do that anymore." She turned to leave and Hanson realized he was in for more than he expected. Like it or not, it looked like he was in the Jumpstreet program after all.

"Chip?" he offered as he held out the bag.

END OF FLASHBACK

Hanson finally let his tears fall. He was sick of being tough. They had been told that Jumpstreet was getting shut down, which had been their worst fear. They had all been told to get back into the system as normal rookie cops and to pretend like Jumpstreet Chapel had never happened. On one note, Hanson was glad he could become a regular cop and be taken seriously for once, but truly, the bad outweighed the good by a longshot. This life he'd known for so long was gone and he was supposed to pretend like it had never happened? He, Hoffs, Ioki and Penhall were going to be split up into different divisions and he knew he was going to get stuck behind a desk typing up reports until he looked old enough to be a cop. That was what had got him out of the field and into Jumpstreet in the first place right?

"Hanson?" Said someone from the door. He wiped away his tears and stood up.

"Oh, Hoffs, hey." He said, giving her a hug.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Uh, just cleaning up, getting stuff out...here, I found something you might want." he said, picking up a wilted flower from where he had set it earlier.

"It's the corsage Jenko gave me that night of the prom at the Sacred Heart."

"Yeah, I found it in one of his desk drawers, I thought you might like it."

"I do. Thanks Hanson...What's that?" she asked, pointing to the badge in Hanson's hand. He innocently put it into his pocket.

"My badge." He lied. She nodded.

"I'm sure going to miss this place." She said, looking around at the almost empty room. Gone were his posters from Woodstock. The refridgerator, the keyboard. Gone were the half empty--no, Jenko wouldn't have said half empty--the half full bags of potato chips and cans of soda. The candy he had hidden everywhere had been discovered and tossed.

"Me too." Hanson agreed. "Did you get assigned yet?"

"No... did you?"

"Nope, not yet. They'll probably wait for this whole thing to blow over. Until after Jenko's funeral tomorrow."

"Yeah. Probably. It's been so quiet around here lately. Penhall and Ioki haven't played baseball out there for awhile."

"That's because Jenk isn't here to pitch."

"I miss him so much Tom."

"Me too Jude. Me too."

A/N: there it is...I was home sick again that's how I got the time...Hope you enjoyed it, even though the flashback scene was pretty long...