DISCLAIMER
Almost everything belongs to Fox Network and Stephen J. Cannell. Regina Chambers and her accusers belong to me.
Two days later, Tom found himself at Regina's office. His stomach knotted. He wasn't sure if he could go through with this, even if it was for the case.
"You better go in. She's waiting," Judy told him.
"I don't know about this, Jude. I still think I oughtta be wired," Tom muttered.
"Look Tom, I'm sure everything will be fine. Just go in," Judy urged. Tom blew out a breath and walked towards the office. He reached out to touch the knob and flashes of the dream of nights ago came rushing back. His face twisted in pain and he moaned softly. No, he thought. He couldn't do it. He couldn't subject himself to that again. But he had to. If it wasn't him, she'd be doing it to some other kid. And Hanson couldn't live with himself if that happened. His fingers grasped the knob and twisted it. The door swung open to reveal Regina, hair in a ponytail, on the couch in a sweatshirt and jeans.
"You're dressed rather casual, aren't you?" Tom queried.
"Shut the door, Tommy," Regina instructed. Reluctantly, the officer did so.
"Okay, so I'm here to talk about my parents. Things are goin' great. This week, they're takin' Doug and me fishin'," Tom said rapidly.
"Cut the trash, Tommy. We both know you're not related to that boy. Your father's dead," Regina stated brusquely. Tom's shoulders slumped.
"What do you want from me?" he asked softly.
"You know what I want, Tommy," Regina replied seductively. The officer's Adam's apple shook.
"No," he told her.
"Tommy," she called. She leaned back, the perfect picture of seduction.
"No," he repeated softly, with a shake of his head. She pushed one of the sweatshirt's sleeves off her shoulder and undid her hair, shaking it out so that it flowed down her shoulders.
"Come on, Tommy," she urged breathlessly. Defeated, he did as he was told.
"That's better," she approved. She leaned into him.
"No," he protested.
"Ssssssshhhhhhh," the woman responded. She reached up to stroke his hair, but he deftly caught her hand.
"I said 'no'," he told her.
"Tommy, you know better than that," she scolded.
"I agreed to come to your office, not to indulge your perverted fantasy," he responded hotly. The next sound out of him was one of pain as she applied her weight on the lower half of his body.
"Stop fighting me, Tommy. You remember what happens when you fight," the woman said sharply. Tom's body went limp and Regina kissed him and let her hands explore his upper body. Tom began to cry.
