Single Bullet.

"Good morning all you lovely working class people out there, this is John Stevens with your Weather report, if your going to be driving the I-5 this A.M. Make sure to-" Officer Tom hanson grunted as his alarm went off reaching over to slap the snooze button his eyes opened slowly... It was 6:35. AM, way to early for his blood considering the bust he had last night didn't even wrap up until somewhere around 3 hours ago.

None the less he knew he had a job to do and with a yawn he lifted himself from the warm comforting blankets of his bed taking a moment to pop all his bones back into the right places and whipe the sleep from his eyes.

Normally on nights like the previous one, his captain would tell him not to come in until at least noon, but with the case they had been wrapped up in so close to being finished, Time was of great value, and there was none to spare.

His feet shuffled against the rug as he let out a yawn and headed towards the bathroom, handling his morning business before going to the kitchen to make the coffee, at which point he would then sleepily set himself down at the kitchen table and read his newspaper...

Once he has read the paper from front to back cover, he will then finish his coffee, and head into the shower. After his shower he will turn the radio back on just in time to catch the 7:15 rush report on traffic, grab his keys and head for another day of work at the chapel.

Hanson's life was very routine. Nothing ever changed... And although part of him liked it that way, there was a part of him that wished that even if it were just for one day something... anything would change...

You know what they say... Be careful what you wish for...

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"Booker!" Captain Adam Fuller called sticking his head out of his office door and looking toward where Officer Dennis Booker was now resting at his desk his feet lazily proped up on a stack of paper his head back, eyes closed...

"BOOKER!" He repeated again his voice raising about 10 octives in the process.

"I'm up...I'm up..." The young man mumbled opening his eyes and jumping up from his seat all in one motion turning to face the direction from where his captain had called. "Yeah?"

"C'mere."

"Aye Aye Sir." He jogged over letting out a yawn along the way. "What can I do for you?"

"Since things are kinda slow around here this morning do you think you could do me a favor and run these down to I.E.D.?" He held out a stack of file folders, "I promised them they would be delivered by last night..."

"Sure thing." The captain smiled, "Why don't you stop and pick up some coffee along the way? Your looking a little worn around the eyes this morning."

"Yes sir, can I bring you back anything?"

"How about this Travis Boy's Ass on a stick?"

"Don't worry Captain we'll get him." Booker retrieved his keys from his pocket, "And when we do you can do whatever you want with his butt, because he won't be needing it for a very long time."

"Good Morning Everyone!" Officer Doug Penhall smiled as he skipped down the steps entering into the chapel a bright smile spread across his lips.

"Someone is having a good morning." Fuller leaned against the door frame leading into his office a smirk playing at his lips.

"Your telling me... I couldn't get him to shut up the whole way over here." Harry Ioki, another one of the Jumpstreet officers mumbled as he entered not to far behind the taller, and much louder man, "You should of heard him when Faith came on the radio... If my window would have rolled all the way down, I might have jumped out of it..."

"Oh come on Iok, I wasn't that bad was I?"

"No." Harry smirked taking a seat at his desk, "You were worse."

"Oh yeah, well your just jealous!"

"Jealous? Oh please Penhall anyone can-"

"Come on now boys, let's behave ourselves!" Officer Judy Hoffs grinned as she stepped down the same steps the others has just entered through, carrying 2 bright pink boxes obviously housing doughnuts inside of them. "Anyone Hungry? I figured we might be able to use some sort of treat after last nights fiasco."

"I call Jelly!" Doug grinned reaching into the box and pulling out a jelly filled doughnut putting it to his lips.

"Thanks Jude," Harry Moved over a few papers taking a seat on her desk.

"Did someone say Doughnuts!" Sal "Blowfish" Banducci, the Chapels maitnence man, and close friend to all the people who worked inside of it asked coming from around the corner where the janitors closet was located, mop still in hand.

"Yeah, you want one?" The only female in the room asked as she licked the maple syrup from her fingers before holding out one of the boxes.

"Sure." Sal reached in the box looking around, "Hey Captain, I thought Booker was here... where'd he go?"

"I sent him down to I.E.D, he should be back any minute... What'd you need?"

"He asked me to get him tickets to tomorrow nights game against the Nicks..."

"Ah, yeah well he should be back pretty quick here..."

"Has Hanson checked in yet this morning Cap?" Penahll asked as he began work on his second doughnut a small bit of Jelly decorating the left corner of his mouth.

"No... You know Hanson though, with as late of a bust as we had last night...He'll be here, We need to finish this case up."

"What's your hurry? We got all the time in the world coach, with spring break around the corner it's not like our desks are piled high in schools waiting for our services... I mean we're pretty slow around here..."

"Yes. But in the mean time we have two possibly three guys supplying enough china white to these kids to kill a whole army of horses... and a mayor whose breathing down our necks to take care of it..."

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Hanson Pulled into the parking lot of the Jumpstreet chapel and shut off the engine to his mustang taking a minute to fix his hair lazily with his fingers before opening his door and grabbing his keys from the ignition. The Cold March air actually quite refreshing as he climbed out still humming the tune to the last song that had been playing on the radio...

And that's when it happened so fast... almost as though lightening had struck, without warning...

There was no sound, but yet strangely he knew what had happened his body crumpling forward fear engulfing every inch of his being, he was completely numb... He couldn't even find the strength to scream. As his head shifted to the right his eyes grew in size noting the dark red pool that quickly began surrounding him.

Cold. Suddenly everything was so cold. His eyes began to drift shut... this was it, this was how he was going to die...

The tires to the black ford van sped out of the parking lot as quickly as they could leaving the young officer there on the pavement companied only by his own blood, tears began to well in his eyes.

It felt like an hour had passed, but in reality it was no more than two minutes when Tom's fading conciousness caught sight of a car pulling into the chapels parking lot a weak cough falling from his lips as his eyes closed hoping and praying that now... now he would be safe... He couldn't open them again it was to hard... he was slipping...

Booker Turned off the radio inside his car and sipped his coffee before opening his door and stepping out, the boots he was wearing clanking hard against the pavement as he took a few steps towards the front doors whistling to himself as he went...

And that's when he saw it, the site that would stay with him for the rest of his life and probibly long after as well, his heart stopped in his chest his blood ran cold in his viens and the breath was stolen from his longs.

"Oh... oh god...no..." He shook his head swollowing hard as he ran to his friends limp body laying face down on the asphault only about 3 feet from where his car was parked. A stream of blood was still making it's way down his flesh from a gapeing bullet whole in the middle of his back...

"Hanson! OH god... Shit!" He fell to his knees and scooped up the figure a small sigh of relief, a very small sigh of relief escaping his lips as he saw the mans eye lids fight to open... At least he was still alive... Barely.

"Hanson! Come on man... FULLER! PENHALLLL SOMEONE HELLLLLLLP! PLEASE!"

"Booker?" Hanson's word was no more than a breath as he recognized the voice coming from the man holding him...

"Shhh... your gonna be alright..."

"cold." He fought to open his eyes as he began choking again this time a small line of blood dripped from his lip as he did so...

"Shit..." The concious man began to panic ripping off his jacket and putting it over hansons body. "hang in there, were gonna get you some help... just hold on... CAPTAIIIIIN!" He screamed again this time his voice border lining hysteria.

"What?...What is it?" Captain fuller came running out the others not to far behind him all of them freezing with horrid expressions when they saw what was in front of them...

"CALL AN AMBULANCE..." He screamed patting the side of Hanson's face with his palm... "Hanson I need you to stay with me man... Come on... Stay with me... Hanson! Hanson! HANSON!" His eyes looked up to meet Penhall who now stood petrafied over th two figures...

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I don't know how much justice I did to this first part, it was not easy to right but I had to get where I wanted to go somewhow didn't I? It will get better I promise, just bare with me. And as always I love to hear what your thinking so let me know.

Rosebud