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Now, you should all know by now that I only own Brock Harding. Everything else belongs to Fox Network and Stephen J. Cannell.

Meanwhile, Tommy was struggling to make it down the street. But finally, he collapsed onto the ground. He couldn't make it any farther. There was no way.

"Tommy-Boy! Oh, Tommy-Boy! Give up?" Harding called derisively. Tommy panted. This was it. The end of the line. It would all be over soon. Harding had won. He groaned and clutched his leg. The stickiness worried him. He needed a doctor. He knew that.

"Tommy-Boy!" Harding called again. The officer tensed. He was so close! Making a quick decision, Hanson began to crawl away. Harding laughed sinisterly. A few blocks away, various units had gotten together.

"So, what's the situation?" an officer questioned.

"Well, according to Officer Hoffs, Officer Hanson has been shot," Captain Adam Fuller replied.

"Is Hanson okay?" Doug queried.

"No. That shot looked pretty bad," Hoffs replied with a shake of her head. Suddenly, they all heard the sound of a struggle. Everyone tensed and pulled out their weapons. Harding came out, pulling a fighting Hanson with him.

"Let go! Let go of me, Harding!" Tom shouted.

"Let him go, Harding! Let him go, now!" Charlie Rosemont demanded, as he and the other officers un-cocked the safety on their guns.

"Don't try it! I'll kill him!" Harding warned.

"Drop your gun now!" Judy screamed.

"Do what she says, Harding!" Doug cried.

"Don't make this worse for yourself, Harding," Tom cautioned.

"You know somethin', Tommy-Boy? I'm gettin' really sick of your mouth," Harding snarled. Then, before Tom could react, Harding took out a knife, and put his arm around the officer's throat.

"One move and I slit his throat boys!" Harding shouted. Tom froze.

"Tommy! Tommy, stay with us!" Charlie cried.

"Hanson is frozen stiff," said Doug.

"Dad. Dad, help," Tom croaked out. Harry, Doug, and Judy stared at each other.

"Dad?" they mouthed together.

"Take it easy, Tommy. We're gonna get you out of here," Charlie soothed.

"Yeah. Only if you let me walk away from this," Brock sneered.

"Not a chance, buster," Doug stated. Brock's response was to press the knife into Tom's skin.

"Dad?" Tom asked.

"We need to take a shot now," an officer whispered to Capt. Fuller.

"But we can't risk Hanson's life," Capt. Fuller whispered back.

"You gonna let me walk!" Harding screamed.

"Forget it, honey," Judy responded.

"Oh, you just killed your partner," Harding stated. He jerked the knife back andTom suddenly found himself breathing in air. He looked around to see Harding on the floor, grabbing his shoulder. Whatwhat happened? he wondered.

"Hanson!" Hoffs exclaimed. She, Charlie, and the rest of the Jump Street Unit ran up to him as he began to slide to the floor.

"Whoa, take it easy, kid," Charlie said, quickly catching him.

"Someone read that punk his rights," Fuller instructed, gesturing to Harding. A uniformed officer went to do so and the man was led away while the officer was reciting. Minutes later, at Jump Street Chapel, the other Jump Street Officers stared as Charlie knelt in front of Hanson.

"You all right, kid?" the senior officer questioned.

"Yeah. Sure, Charlie," Tom replied dully.

"Okay. You just sit tight, I'm gonna go talk to your partners," Charlie said gently.

"Sure," Tom said lifelessly. The older man patted the officer's knee, then walked back to the others.

"Is Hanson going to be okay?" Capt. Fuller asked quietly.

"With time, yes," Charlie replied. "He'll most likely have trouble sleeping for a few weeks, might be a bit more snappish," he continued.

"And you know this, how?" Doug wondered.

"'Cause the kid's acting the same way he did last time he was in this position," Charlie answered.

"Last time?" echoed Hoffs.

"Yeah. Harding tried to kill Tom when he was thirteen. It really shook him up," Charlie told them.

"No wonder," Ioki stated.

"Yeah," Charlie agreed. They all stared at Tom.

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE

If you were confused as to why Hanson kept saying 'Dad', it was because he was flashing back to the last time he had been in the situation. You probably knew that, but just in case you didn't, that's why.