-1Part 16

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Booker tapped his pen against his desk and sighed leaning back further into his chair, he hated being on hold… and even worse then being on hold, he hated the music they played while you were waiting. He always thought that some old lady had cleaned out her atrack tape collection and donated it to the hold society of America.

Finally A human voice…. "Yes hi, this is Officer Dennis Booker from the JumpStreet chapel precinct down south, I was wondering if you could put me through to Officer McCann please?"

More waiting…. Hanson better appreciate this…He thought to himself biting on his inner lip. "Hey!" He sat up right and put his pen down, "Mac… it's Booker how you been man?"

"Oh you know… Peaches keen and all that other crap…. What's up?" Came a reply from the other end of the phone.

"I need a favor…."

"I should've known that was the reason you were calling… What can I do for you?"

"Actually it's for a friend of mine… Officer Hanson, a friend of mine was involved in a shooting not to long ago…."

"Hanson…. That name sounds familiar…."

"The story was all over the papers, they still haven't caught the bastards involved-"

"I'm sorry to hear that, how can I help?"

"This might get a little personal…"

"O…K?"

"I need you to come talk to him"

"Hanson?"

"He's not coping, see the bullet… left him paralyzed from the waist down…"

"Dennis-"

"Mac, please… I don't know who else to call…"

"Shouldn't he be talking to a shrink about this.."

"He is- he did… But he's not opening up how he should, he feels like no one understands what he's going through, and he's not the type to- Please? I'll pay for everything…"

"You know… Booker, when I was- After the shooting. I swore that I would never talk about it again…"

"You owe me.." Booker sighed running a hand through his hair, "Are you going to make me beg?"

"How do you even know he's going to talk to me?"

"I have to do something…"

"Why do I get the feeling that there is more to this then you are telling me."

"Maybe because there is?"

"I figured as much… If I do this you are going to be paying me back for the rest of your life you know that right?"

"So you'll do it?"

"Yeah… I'll do it."

"Thanks man, gotta run but I'll see you soon ok?"

…Click.. Was the only reply heard from the other end.

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Penhall growled pouring a cup of black coffee and making his way back into Hanson's bedroom making sure to slam the door behind himself smirking,

"Owwww!" Came a muffled scream from the figure under the comforter as he grabbed his head and grunted.

"Oh I'm sorry am I being to loud?"

"YES!"

"Good!" He sat down heavily on the bed and pulled the blanket down, "Now drink this, don't think just because you decided to be an ass last night, you're going to get out of going in this morning…"

"You can be a real asshole you know that?"

"Says the man who left me a good 12 drunkenly slurred messages on my answering machine last night."

"I did?"

"Uh-huh"

"Sorry…"

"I just don't get you lately man that's all…"

"I don't think you ever did."

"Now whose being the asshole?"

"Uh Penhall?"

"Hmmm?" Doug moved to the corner of the room and grabbed Hanson's chair unfolding it and putting on the brake.

"I think that I let it slip to Booker last night that we read his file…"

"YOU WHAT!" Doug growled deep in his throat and shook his head . "Damnit Hanson! If he tells Fuller we are going to be in so much trouble were going to need shovels to get out of it!"

"I don't think he will… I mean I don't think he was that mad…"

"How would you know man you were drunk off your ass…"

"I just- I don't know… I just know."

"Well that's reassuring." Doug quipped doing the seat belt and heading toward the closet… "I swear if Fuller-"

"I'll tell him it was all me-"

"Oh and how did you reach the files on the top shelf man?"

Tom's eyes narrowed, that stung… momentarily, but still it stung none the less. He knew Doug was right though. "Good point."

"Maybe you're right to think you should stay in bed all day… Maybe I should join you-"

"Penhall!"

"Not like that you freak!"

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It was nearly an hour later when the two men finally found their way into the chapel.

"You're late." Fuller called coming out of his office… "Over an hour late." He corrected himself looking at his watch.

"Sorry Cap… Hanson was having a few troubles this morning."

"So it appears." He nodded giving Tom a once over and shaking his head. "Should you even be here? You look a little green there Tom."

"Nothing a little more coffee won't cure…"

"Coffee call…" Booker placed a cup on Hanson's desk as if on cue. "I made sure it was strong…"

"Thanks." Hanson knew a look of shame was plastered across his features, probably similar to the one Doug was now wearing.

"No problem."

"Booker-"

"It's alright…" He held his hand up toward both men, "I understand…"

"You do?"

"Understand what?" Fuller asked crossing his arms over his chest waiting for an explanation…

"Nothing ." All three men said at once something a little to fishy for the captains liking, but per usual he just shook his head and walked away.

"Oh cap?"

"Yes Booker?" The older man called over his shoulder,

"Hanson and I won't be coming in tomorrow."

"You won't?"

"We won't?" Hanson's brows furrowed a look of confusion replacing the look of shame.

"No… I have a friend coming in from out of town and Hanson and I are going to lunch with him…"

"Booker I-" Hanson began to protest but was quickly silenced,

"You owe me man… Snoops."