I haven't stolen them, I'm borrowing without permission, with every intention of giving them back (well, maybe!)

Tom was thrown roughly against the wall of the small room causing another wave of dizziness in his already aching and throbbing head. Fighting back neausea he looked up striaght into the eyes of his assailant, his face defiant and blank. He landed a punishing blows to Tom's midsection causing him to double over, and as he did so Crane walked over and grabbed a handful of Tom's hair forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"You've been nothing but a continuous thorn in my side Thomas. Well I'll just have to teach you to stay out of my business."

"I seem to remember that you actually dragged me into your business." Tom said defiantly.

"You were investigating my gang war. That's what got you into this my friend. But you're a slow learner." he said.

"I always was!" Hanson said, a small smile on his face.

"I'm getting bored of your mouth!" Crane said as he slamed Tom's head hard against the stone wall behind him, causing a blinding white flash infront of his eyes. He slid down on to the floor, his back leaning against the wall. Crane bent down, grabbed his hair and forced his head up to look at him. With a malicious glint in his eye he stared into Tom's dazed but angry eyes and said slowly, as if he was relishing every word, "Like father, like son. Daddy was a slow learner too you know Tommy!"

Tom's eyes suddenly cleared and grew so wide they almost filled his entire face, a mixture of fury and disbelief twisting his features.

"I was pleasantly surprised to discover who you were. Made it all the more enjoyable setting you up." he chuckled seeing the look on the young man's face. "Given you something to think about have I? Oh well, at least it will pass the time."

"How did you know my father?" Tom said through gritted teeth.

"Oh we went way back! He stuck his nose in where it wasn't wanted too, must run in the family. So you know what I did?" He knelt down in front of Tom and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "I. Had. Him. Killed."

Hanson stared in disbelief, all pretence at bravado gone now. "It was an accident. Wrong place, wrong time" he said, his voice sounding small and weak even in his own ears.

"Of course it was!" Crane said patting Tom's cheek. At this Hanson suddenly snapped.

"You bastard! You fucking liar!I'll fucking kill you!" Tom's angry, hurt cries could be heard throughout the building as he tried to lock his hands around Crane's neck. However Terry easily removed Tom's slight figure from his boss and threw him against the wall once again before aiming several hard vicious kicks towards Tom's ribs, one of which resulted in a sickening cracking sound he was sure was one of them giving way. With all the wind knocked out of him, literally and figuratively, Tom curled up on the floor, his head swimming with pyshical and emotional agony.

"See you later Tommy" he said smiling as he locked the door behind him.

Tom forced his aching body into an upright position so he was sitting leaning his throbbing overloaded head against the wall. His head was swimming as he tried to let this new information sink in. He hugged his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth, something he did often as a child whenever he was scared. He kept thinking to himself "It can't be true. It was an accident. They always told me it was an accident!"

He was dragged back from his thoughts when he heard the familiar voice of his best friend ringing out at a deafening volume.

Doug was struggling against his escort as they tried to force him into the tiny room across from his partner. He had heard Tom's wild shouting and was demanding to know what was going on.

"If you've hurt him in any way I'll make you wish you'd never been born!" he said glaring at them.

"Pretty big talk for someone who's scared of a little room" the taller of the two said as they resumed trying to lock him in.

Despite his considerable strengh the two bigger men were able to overpower him and shut him inside.

"Let me out!" he screamed "You can't keep me in here!" he yelled as he threw all his weight against the door in the vain hope it would somehow burst open. Once the footsteps of the two retreating men had died away, he heard, muffled but unmistakeble, the sound of a familiar voice calling his name.

Unable to cope with hearing Dougs distress, Tom picked himself up, regained his composure and called out as best he could.

"Doug! Doug, can you hear me?"

"Tom?" he replied, voice thick with panic.

"Yeah! Are you doing ok?"

"Oh god, Tom, you've gotta get me outta here!"

"Come on man, hold it together."

"I can't. There's not even room to walk in here!"

"DOUG!" Tom's cry brought him back like a hard slap. "Don't think about it. Talk to me, man, keep your mind off things, yeah?". He tried to keep his voice level and calm, but he was finding every breath difficult because of a sharp pain in his abdomen and the impact of the emotional blow he had recieved. With nothing to concentrate on other than his partners voice, Doug picked up on this.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Yeah. Not exactly the Ritz is it?" Tom quipped. Doug knew his partner well enough after all these years to be able to see the slight crooked smile on his face as he said this. He also knew that Hanson was doing his best to try and keep his mind occupied and he silently thanked him for it.

"Quality Inn maybe" Doug replied, trying to return the banter. "What do you think the foods like?"

Tom laughed, it sounded eerie to his ears in the empty room, but strangely it made him feel better. "I'm not planning on sticking around to find out Douglas!". Eventhough he couldn't see him, hearing his partner's voice was a great comfort, strange as he was supposed to be helping keep Doug calm.

"You! You'll be screaming for scraps within minutes!"

"Not this time man! Anyway, I had breakfast at Rocket Dog!"

"Oh! So that's why you sound like you're about to be sick?"

"Nah! That's the smell in this place!"

"Sure it's not you?"

"Very mature Penhall!" Doug gave a nervous chuckle after which followed a thoughtfull silence. Both men looked around their respective prisons, trying to assess the situation. Tom had just decided that there was no way he was just going to walk out when Doug broke the silence.

"Hey, Tom?"

"Yeah?" he replied his voice distant and thoughtful

"What do you think he wants from us?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out soon enough!"

"Maybe I don't wanna find out" Doug said so quietly Tom had to strain to hear him through the wall.

"I'll think of something, man. How you doing over there?"

"Might be doing better if I could see who I was talking to. At least I can see out."

"Be thankful it's not got bars over it!" Tom said, trying to be flippant. As soon as he said this however they both blanched and went quiet. Tom had been trying so hard not to think of how much this room reminded him of a prison cell. "Well done Hanson. You blew it", he thought to himself.

It was then that Doug started to piece together part of the game Crane was playing. He was using their fears against them. He was in a shoebox of a room, in the dark with nothing but a square inch hole for light. Harry was being held at gunpoint, and Hanson, well he was practically being forced to live his worst nightmare all over again, and he had made sure that they could all hear each others panic, unable to do anything about it. No doubt about it, the man had done his homework.

"Hey!" Doug said, trying to sound nonchalant, "You're meant to be keeping ME calm!" He heard Tom chuckle quietly. "Really Tom, are you alright?"

"Would it help if I wasn't!" he said joking. "Cos if my pain would give you something else to think about man..."

"Tommy!"

"Don't ..." Hanson began

"...CALL ME TOMMY!" they both finished in unison.

"Why not? I never actually asked you that."

"Cos I'm not twelve anymore!"

"Really! That's it! Cos, you know I've seen twelve year olds bigger than you!

"Really? Wow!"

"Tom, it's getting hard to breathe in here man!"

"Don't think about it. Do something to keep you occupied. Hey, sing with me man!"

"What?"

"I don't know, anything. Tommy used to work on the docks. Unions been on strike he's down on his luck it's tough, so tough! Come on Penhall!"

"Gina works the diner all day, working for her man she brings home her pay for love"

Their voices filtered through the building bringing small smiles to the faces of Harry and Dennis

"She say's we gotta hold on to what we've got, it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not we've got each other and thats a lot for love."

"Hey Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"You're no Jon Bon Jovi you know!"

"Yeah I know it! We'll give it a shot!"

Hanson was abruptly cut short by a mocking voice outside the door of his cell as the key turned in the lock.

"Hey, room service!" Tom called out with a insolent grin on his face.

"Sorry to interupt your little sing along boys, but I was getting lonely" Crane said as he, Terry and another guy, who Tom thought looked like a huge oak tree, stepped through the door.

"No need to appologise" he said still flashing his insolent smile, "I'm not actually that good."

"Bring him!" Crane barked as he turned to leave. The huge giant they had brought in with them forced Tom's hands roughly behind his back and tied them much too tightly together, all but cutting off his circulation and sending another wave of pain through his injured shoulder, before marching him out of the room behind Crane.

"Where are you taking him!" Doug bellowed as he watched the scene through the small hole in the door.

"It's ok Doug" came Tom's soft voice through the door, "Keep singing" he said calmly.

"Tom?"

"We'll give it a shot! Whoa we're half way there. Whoa, livin' on a prayer. Come on man" he shouted, his voice getting muffled as they led him away

"Take my hand and we'll make it I swear. Whoa, livin on a prayer".

Sorry, I was listening to Bon Jovi when writing this and I couldn't resist!