Sorry it took so long... I have been sick! Please enjoy and I hope that this chapter isn't a let down as I am not really happy with it right now.

Chapter 6

"What the hell are you thinking Penhall?" Booker snarled as the two officers sat down inside of Dennis Booker's flat black Monte Carlo.

"What the hell am I thinking? Booker… that man attacked my partner. He beat him and left him to rot all night in the hallway of this GOD forsaken school. He could have died there." Penhall growled back. He flung his backpack haphazardly over the back of Booker's black leather seats. He leaned his head heavily towards the window letting out a deep sigh as he waited for the roar of the engine.

"Doug you're gonna blow this for us and Tommy if you don't get a grip on yourself!" Dennis scowled at Penhall as he watched the bigger officer turn and look at Booker with bitter, spiteful rage on his face.

"Screw you Booker! Everyone at Jump Street knows that you couldn't give a rat's ass about Hanson or anyone else for that matter." Penhall shoved his fist towards Dennis in retaliation for the remarks.

"Cool it Doug!" Booker shouted as he shoved his own fist towards Penhall in willful revenge. "You can stop the pitiful self righteous act any time now."

"What?" Penhall spat back.

"You heard me! You can cut out the bullshit about being out to score an ass kicking for Hanson. The only reason you're putting on this show is because you fucked up! You left Hanson alone in that building knowing full well that you never for any reason leave your partner. You… Doug Penhall fucked up!" Booker shoved his forefinger and middle finger forcefully into Penhall's chest.

Penhall's jaw dropped as Dennis's words cut through him like glass. He slammed the door to the car open again jumping out of the vintage automobile. He reached through the door and pulled Booker across the console like a child's toy. He then proceeded to slam Booker into the side of his own car. Penhall pulled his fist back as he started to let loose on Booker when he stopped. He struggled to regain his composer as he let his fist fall.

Booker stood still he could feel himself shaking uncontrollably knowing full well he could have put up a fight… a good fight but Penhall would wipe the parking lot up with his face. He was well trained and physically fit but Penhall was an ox.

"Get your hands off of him son."

Penhall swallowed hard as he turned to see Principle Trumble standing behind him. Penhall took a deep breath as he looked back at Booker still glaring frostily back at him.

"I think that I need the two of you in my office after lunch." Trumble raised an eyebrow as he stood in his pristine silk suit. He looked almost model like as he left his hands shoved in his pockets. The suit rippled in the warm afternoon air. "Mr. McQuaid I'll see you after lunch… Mr. Adams, I need a word with you now."

Booker looked over at Penhall as Doug released his collar. He let his hand fall to his sides as he furrowed his brow. What could Trumble possibly want with Booker now?

"I'll wait here for you Denn…"

"You'll excuse us Mr. McQuaid. Your mother called and it seems they are releasing your brother from the hospital right now. Perhaps you'll want to go help get him home while on your lunch break." Trumble challenged.

"I'm not leaving."

"Suit yourself. Mr. Adams… if you will please…" Trumble pointed in the direction of the school.

"Take my car… I'll see you in a half hour back in homeroom." Booker raised an eyebrow at Penhall giving him the okay to leave him. "Call my dad and tell him I'm not gonna be home for lunch today." Booker handed Penhall the keys while Penhall watched intently. He could see the concern in Penhall's face. "I'll be fine Doug… go check on Tommy and your mother."

Doug watched Dennis walk away with the principle. The officer glanced over his shoulder one time as Trumble placed his well manicured hand on Booker's leather jacket clad shoulder pushing him in the direction towards the school.

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"Sit…" the principle pointed to the chair.

"No… I'd rather stand." Booker responded wiping his hand across the whiskers starting to appear on his chin.

"Sit down now Mr. Adams." Trumble pointed at the chair this time raising his voice ever so slightly.

"No." Booker insisted looking coldly back at the quickly reddening face of Bill Trumble.

"You know Mr. Adam's I've had about enough of tired little punks like you. In fact I have done everything possible to remove trash like you who are mucking up the education of my students and terrorizing the teachers. Now sit down or I'll be forced to take action which I don't want to."

"You're selling drugs to your students aren't you… and you're the one who had Tommy… UFFF…" A wooden baseball bat slammed into the base Booker's skull and dropped the officer nearly unconscious onto his stomach. Booker lay silently for a moment feeling the sensation of a pulse in the back of his neck and head. He then flexed his shaky fingers and attempted to push himself up. He felt himself as if he were a million miles away from his own body while he was being rolled over onto his back by two sets of hands. He groaned loudly as his head felt like it would explode.

"I told you to sit down before you caused something you would regret." Trumble repeated as he reached down and plucked something from Booker's pocket. "What's this?"

Booker's eyes cracked opened slightly as he struggled to sit up. He glanced up into the unpleasant and un-amused faces of Principle Trumble and Willy Burke his janitor and obviously his muscle. The young janitor flashed a smile gripping the wooden bat in his large muscular hands.

"Officer Booker…" Trumble shook his head. "I take it you and McQuaid are here to… the McQuaid brothers are police officers? Tisk-tisk… this won't due… get him out of here and we'll take care of him and Officer McQuaid or who ever he is later."

"What do you want me to do with him?" Burke asked still wringing the bat in the palms of his massive hands.

"Chain him up in the boiler room. We have a fire drill planned for later today… maybe its time for the real thing?" Trumble shrugged.

"You're making… a huge mistake…" Booker swallowed hard and his jaw quivered. He shook as he struggled to situate himself up on his elbows.

"Officer… Booker… you made the mistake coming into my school. You caused trouble and ruined my plans. Now I'm gonna seriously mess up yours." Trumble sighed as he lowered himself to the young officer's side pushing the badge back into the officer's jacket pocket. He then looked down at Dennis Booker coldly patting the officer's face.

Booker closed his eyes to the overly friendly pat to his face. The simple pat on the cheek made him feel as if his brains were going to fall apart and leak out his ears. It was overwhelmingly painful. Booker opened his eyes again slowly as he felt Trumble stand up and look over towards Willy Burke who continued to stand beside the principle watching in sheer admiration of the man. He nodded his head as a signal was passed from the principle to the custodian. The janitor took a breath and with one fluid motion he lifted the bat up and then dropped the hard round bottom of the athletic equipment savagely onto Booker's face slamming the officer into peaceful darkness.

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"Doug…" Hanson mustered a smile as he stood up from his hospital bed and sat down into a wheel chair.

"Hey Tom… how you feeling today?" Doug asked timidly rocking back on his own heals.

"Okay as far as having my brains scrambled." Tom winced as he sat down in the wheel chair. "I'm heading home right now… you think you can come with us?"

"Uh… sure... hello Mrs. Han… uh… mom. I have to pick up Dennis in about fifteen minutes…"

"Hoffs told me you drew the short straw." Hanson laughed and then cringed trying to relax in the chair. "Where is Dennis anyways?"

"He and I had a disagreement about lunch… he is talking to the principle right now. I have to… shit!"

"What?" Hanson caught Penhall's eyes.

"The principle… he… no… he wants to be everyone's friend." Penhall stopped in his tracks scratching his head and realizing what he had just done.

"You left him at the school?" Hanson's eyes grew very wide.

"Call Fuller… I gotta go find Dennis." Penhall gasped.

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Penhall walked in the front door of the school and straight into the principle's office.

"Where is he?" Doug demanded.

"Well Mr. McQuaid… you're early. I believe I told you after lunch." Mr. Trumble glanced at his watch and then looked up from his computer monitor.

"I said… where is Dennis?" Doug demanded.

"Dennis… oh you mean Officer Booker… well he's right through there."

Without warning the same baseball bat caught Doug Penhall across the chest and dropped him across the floor. As the officer struggled to recover the bat slammed equally hard across the middle of his back leaving Doug Penhall breathless and in a dark dreamless sleep.

"Get him out of here now… shove him in that trash can and just get him out of here. Lock him up down in the boiler room with his partner. I'll meet you there in half an hour."

"Yes sir." Burke nodded as he began the daunting task of lifting the large officer from the floor and into the oversized garbage bin to move him undetected through the school.

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"Dennis…" Doug's voice was week and his chest hurt to draw a breath.

The other officer whose wrists were chained behind his back sat with his back to the wall and continued to breathe lightly. Blood flowed from his temple and ran heavily along his cheek and down his neck and all across his white t-shirt.

"Dennis… come on Booker… wake up… please…" Doug pleaded with Booker whose head shifted and his breathing became louder.

"That's it… wake up Dennis…"

"Ugghh…" Dennis moaned as his had lay against Penhall's shoulder.

Doug could feel the blistering heat from Dennis's forehead. He felt the warmth from the sticky crimson liquid as it began to run down his own shoulder from Booker's split temple.

"Booker…" Doug coaxed the officer quietly when he heard a noise to his right. He shifted his head towards the bright light as two people walked in the room and down the steps into the boiler room.

"Doug…" Dennis moaned softly. "I'm sorry about what I said… I didn't mean it." Dennis shifted his head again it fell heavily towards his chest.

"Shhh…" Doug retorted feeling badly about Dennis's condition. Dennis continued to groan while occasionally babbling quietly about nothing. "Shhh… Dennis… it's all alright… just hang in there and don't go back to sleep."

"Sleep…" Booker sighed. "So tired… Doug…"

"Well… good morning... I mean good afternoon to the nark's. Hmmm… that just sounded funny as I said that. In fact I just gave a student detention for using that word towards someone else."

"He needs a doctor so why don't you let us go before something bad happens to…"

"Why McQuaid are you implying I don't care or should I say Officer Penhall?" He threw the leather tri fold identification holder at Penhall it landed square in his bruised chest.

"Get up!" Burke pulled Booker to his feet eliciting a groan from the injured officer. He unlocked the handcuffs holding his wrists behind his back long enough to drape them over a steam pipe. He relocked the injured mans wrists leaving Dennis Booker semi conscious and trying halfheartedly to pull his wrists free before he blacked out again.

"Let him go!" Penhall shouted as he watched Booker on his toes continue to struggle with the bonds around his wrists.

"If I were you officer… I think I would be more concerned about myself." Trumble nodded raising his eyebrow.

Burke then reached out and tugged Penhall to his feet. This time he and Trumble opened up on the officer slamming fists and feet into his body as Penhall fell to his knees and continued to struggle to protect his vital organs and his head. He was powerless to stop anything with his arms chained tightly behind his back. It wasn't long before the beating took its toll and he fell hard to the ground and lay prone and unconscious.

"Light the trash cans and get the hell out of here." Trumbel shouted as Willy Burke lit the first trash can of paper and retired sports equipment on fire. The two men ran for the door as the flames began to leap and dance out of control all around them.

"Go!" Trumble shouted again as he and Burke ran for the door to the boiler room slamming it shut behind them.

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