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

Harry and Booker were sat in the corner of the room they had all shared on first arriving here, "Wherever here is" Harry thought to himself. He had helped Booker into a sitting position to keep him from falling asleep. His eye was now completely swollen shut and his arm was most definately broken. They had been joking and smiling to each other while listening to Tom and Doug's none to tuneful rendition. However, Harry had grown concerned after Hanson's softer but no less tone deaf voice had ceased and only Doug's shakey scared tones carried through the rooms.

"It's getting quiet" Dennis said groggily.

"I think Hanson got bored" Harry said keeping his concerns to himself. As he said this the door opened and a bound and severely pissed looking Tom Hanson was shoved through the doorway, landing none to gracefuly on his backside.

"Tom?" Harry said rushing forward, noticing the renewed blood flowing from his shoulder and his ragged breathing.

"Stay right where you are" Crane said pointing a gun at Harry and Dennis.

"What do you want?" Tom spat, no longer feeling like goading him.

"We're going to play a little game Thomas. One of these two" he said gesturing with the gun, "is going to go free. The other I'm going to kill, and guess what Tommy boy? You get to decide which one". The look of hatred and fear on Tom's face brought a smile to Cranes.

"You want me to tell you which of my friends you can kill!" he said in disbelief.

"Well, if you can't decide between these two, I'll just go and kill your pal Douggie back there."

"I won't do it!" Tom said fixing Cranes cold eyes with his wide chocolate ones.

"You're no fun Tom! It's only fair. You got them into this, you can be their way out!" Crane said smiling. "Ok, how about the gook?" he said pointing the gun at Harry

"NO!" Tom screamed

"Ok, the Fonzie wannabe then.

"You bastard" Tom yelled lauching himself at Crane. With his hands bound the best he could manage was to headbut and kick Crane as hard as he could. However, he was able to get very few of these in before Terry and his large friend grabbed him and lifted him away as if he was nothing more than a childs doll.

"That was stupid Officer Hanson" Crane said and signaled to his lackey's, who then proceed to throw Tom to the floor and simultainiously kick and beat his helpless prone form. They aimed savage kicks and blows with both fists and the butts of thier weapons. Tom felt all the air knocked out of him as the blows connected causing more damage to his already fragile and bruised midsection. Harry flinched as he heard the stomach churning sound of his friends ribs cracking. Hanson tried to fend off the blows as best he could, but he was begining to hurt in places he didn't know existed and pain became his entire world. He knew he was in trouble, the stabbing pain in his abdomen could only mean one thing, but he was damned if he was gonna let Crane see his panic and his partners needed him. Harry launched himself forward to try and help Tom, but he only suceeded in drawing Cranes attention, who then turned his gun on him. Harry heard Tom's agonised cry as they continued to kick his damaged torso and then proceeded to slam the back of his head on the floor reopening the semi healed wound and sending white light flashing through his vision before forcing him up by his hair.

"I had hoped you would make it this much fun!" Crane said as he stood looking down at the small, fragile looking officer.

"I'm gonna rip your throat out" Tom spat between gasping breaths.

"You're threatening me?" he said with disgust.

"Harry, what's going on?"Dennis asked, panic in his voice.

"Hanson's in trouble!"

"What do we do?"

"I don't know, Cranes got a gun and two pretty huge guys doing his dirty work for him".

"Hey, Crane!" Booker called out "Try going against someone your own size!" Crane just looked over at Dennis and the state he was in and laughed before turning his attention back to Tom.

"Before I'm done with you," he said, "You'll wish they'd have given you the death sentence for Towers murder." Hanson gave a loud cry as Crane pushed his thumb into the now freely bleeding bullet wound in his shoulder. Between the pain in his ribs, chest and head as well as the throbbing hole in his shoulder, Tom's head and vision swam and he was unable to even put two thoughts together. He tried to look over at Harry to make sure he was still ok, but everything was blured and spining, a recently opened gash in his forehead leaking blood into his eyes. The two holding him released their vicelike grip and he collapsed to the floor, every inch of his body in agony. Ignoring the gun still pointed at him, Harry rushed to his friends aid.

"Tom?" he said putting his arm behind his friend to support his head. Tom simply looked at him with dazed eyes. He managed to form a weak smile with his bloody, split lips. "We'll get you out of here, I promise." Harry said returning the smile.

"We're all walking outta here" Tom replied thickly.

"Ok, that's enough!" Crane said reaching down and yanking Harry into a standing position, causing Tom's battered skull to once again hit the hard concrete floor.

"You're gonna kill him!" Dennis shouted from the corner.

"Oh eventually, but I want to play with little Tommy a bit longer. Joe get him out of here!" Crane said to the giant gesturing to the figure curled up on the floor. Tom was hoisted up over his shoulder and carried from the room as Harry and Booker watched fearing for their friend's health.

"Haven't you done enough to us already? I'll kill you!" Harry screamed as Crane headed to the door. He lauched himself after him but was met by hard wood as Crane shut and bolted the door after him.

"We've gotta get Tommy outta here!" Dennis said.

"We can't help him until we find a way out ourselves" Harry said kicking the door in frustration and anger. "Where are Fuller and Judy?"

Judy had made short work of getting through the window. Being extremely slight in build she had easily wriggeld her way through the gap. As she landed on solid ground inside a dimly lit coridor she had been met by the sound of two cats being strangled. She smiled as she recognised the tone deaf voices she had heard many times during long hours at work. With a small stiffeled chuckle she began following in the direction they were coming from, relived by the fact that they were at least in good enough shape to torture their captors. This was short lived however, as she was hit by Dougs angry and frightened shouts. They were taking Tom somewhere. She swallowed her panic, checked her gun and made her way down the hall.

Doug was on the verge of loosing it when he heard the door to his cell open. He got up to launch an attack on whoever walked in, but he was stopped in his tracks as the bloody beaten form of Tom Hanson was unceremoniously dumped on the floor infront of him.

"Company for you!" Joe laughed as turned to relock the door. Doug instantly went to his partners side.

"My choice now Thomas!" Crane said through the locked door before walking away.

"No" Tom said weakly.

"Tom? Are you ok? Jesus what did they do?" he said lifting his head and resting it on his lap. He examined the various cuts and brusies on his arms and face, and the nasty injuries on his head. His dark hair was matted with blood and sweat. "Tom, talk to me man, you've gotta stay awake!"

"Hard to breathe!" was the only reply. He lifted Tom's jacket and t-shirt away and gasped as he saw the mess of black and purple bruises developing on his midsection. As he gently investigated the damage Tom winced and tried to move away.

"Shit!" Doug said under his breath as he realised some of his ribs, if not all of them, could be broken. Doug took his jacket off and placed it underneath Tom's head so he could check his injuries more thoroughly. As he did so Hanson suddenly convulsed in a horrendous coughing fit. Doug placed his hands firmly but gently on his shoulders to keep him from moving too much as the fit passed. To his distress however he noticed drops of blood around Tom's mouth as he lay back exhuasted. He needed to get him out of here and to a hospital, but as he looked round there was no way he could see of getting out.

"Don't worry buddy." he said to reasure himself as much as his injured partner, "I'll have you out of here in no time, you'll see. You'll be eating gormet hospital food before you know it. Bet you're looking forward to that huh?" No reply came. "Tom? Hey Hanson?" Doug felt panic rising in his chest as he looked down at the still form in front of him. To his relief he could make out Tom's shallow breathing, although every breath seemed to be more effort than the last. He had passed out unnoticed as Doug talked. Doug took his bloody hand and held it tight so he could feel the reasuring warmth, proof Tom was still here. He must have somehow fallen asleep like that, back resting against the wall, still clutching Tom's hand, cos next thing he knew, someone was squeezing his hand. When he opened his eyes Tom's were looking up at him, glazed and filled with pain, but aware, that was something at least.

"Hey! Welcome back, How you feeling?"

"Like...a truck...hit me." came his strangled reply.

"Not quite a truck!" Doug said trying to smile

"Hurts"

"I know Tom. Lay still, take it easy."

"Harry and Booker..."

"Don't worry about them just now. I'm guessing they're in better shape than you anyway."

"Doug.", came Tom's breathless voice

"Shh man, don't talk if it's too painful".

"Penhall!" he said more urgently, trying desperately to tell his partner something.

"What is it?"

"Took his gun"

"What?" Doug said leaning closer to hear what he said.

"While they carried me in here I... took his gun" he said smiling slightly as he tried to reach into his jacket.

"Tommy, I love you!" Doug said as he reached in and picked it out for him.

"Hey,... not... in public!" Hanson said gasping.

"Sorry" Doug said laughing.

"Doug?"

"Yeah?"

"When they come back, you'll have to... use the gun. Get them to take us to Harry and Booker and... then waste em!"

"Against three of them?"

"He's going to kill one of them Doug." he said, breaths comming in painful shallow gasps. "They won't all come at once." Then suddenly his eyes widened and he tried to move. "Doug you'll have to, I can't use it." he said, his wide brown eyes pleading. Doug winced inside as he watched Tom try to sit up.

"Hey, stay still. What is it."

"I can hear someone coming! Help me up." Doug pulled Tom's arm gently around his neck, and placed a supportive arm around his slight waist as he slowly pulled him up. Once on his feet Tom leaned heavily on his partner, his head still spinning and every bone in his body crying out in pain. This is how Joe found them when he opened the door. Before he knew what was happening Doug had pulled the trigger and the giant of a man was in agony on the floor with a bullet in each leg. Doug helped Tom out of the room and down the corridor as gently and slowly as he could, but every step brought new agonies. When they were half way along Doug stopped and lowered Tom to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked urgently

"You need to rest!"

"We need to get to Harry and Dennis."

"We will after you rest a minute."

"What if they don't have a minute?" Tom said fixing Doug with his steady gaze. Doug knew he was right, but he was in no state to be running to the rescue, and Terry and Crane were around the building somewhere. "What's taking Fuller and Judy so long?" he thought to himself. He was snapped back from his thoughts by the sound of gunfire and screaming from the direction of the larger room they had all shared at first. With no time left to think he reached down and pulled Tom gently but firmly to his feet, once again supporting his stumbling partner as they slowly made their way down the hall.

I'm kind of on a roll at the moment. May have another chapter up tomorrow :0)