So I got super excited about and carried away with ideas for the upcoming chapters and couldn't bring myself to write this one, so I apologise for its delaydness and its shortness. Anyways I hope you guys are still keen to find out what happens next and are still enjoying :)

Still don't own anything sadly, but only because writers block had stopped me from finishing the writing of my plan to kidnap all of the characters haha, I kid, I kid )

Chapter 11

… Ground hog day …

Hanson awoke once again, startled by a dream he could no longer recall. He rolled over and looked at his alarm clock which told him it was 7:00am. He sat up only to be assaulted by a splitting headache, 'this is happening far too often' he thought as he climbed out of bed, again unable to remember the night before. He did however manage to remember that Doug was coming over tonight so on his way to the kitchen he picked up some of the rubbish that littered his floor, he saw regretfully that his collection of rubbish mainly consisted of empty bottles as threw them in the trash. He put some toast in the toaster and continued to try and clean up his apartment. But even his hung over self, had to admit he was doing a poor job. 'Fuck it' he thought as he dropped the bag of rubbish and instead turned his attention to the toast that had just risen. He buttered it before leaning over the kitchen bench to take a bite. It tasted like cardboard, it was dry in his mouth and he struggled to swallow it. Without thinking he grabbed the half empty bottle of beer that was within an arm's reach and finished it in one go to wash down his breakfast. He caught himself for a moment, 'You're getting far too good at that Tommy' he thought a little concerned at his new talent for sculling warm beer.

He buried a nagging, guilty feeling as he threw the rest of his toast in the bin and headed into his bathroom. He looked into the mirror for the first time in a few days and remembered why he had been avoiding his own reflection. "God" he said out loud without really realising. He stared at himself a little longer severely disappointed in the scary stereotype he had let himself become.

He recalled a time, when he first started at Jump Street that he was quite confused about why Fuller was constantly selecting him for all the drug dealing cases. But now, as he forced himself to look in the mirror and analyse his slim frame, dark hair that shadowed his dark eyes, both of which contrasted his fair complexion and he saw it, he saw how he easily pulled off the look of a drug addict. He laughed a pathetic laugh as he thought it to be truer today more than ever before. Which was handy he thought, as he needed his best 'game face' for today. He sighed, brushed his teeth, got changed and headed off to work. This time not even bothering to comb his hair with his hands.

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"What the fuck was that all about yesterday?", a pissed off man shouted at the three boys who had been waiting in the same car park they had met the man a few days earlier.

"My friend was not at all impressed with your attitudes, tells me if he ever see's any of your insolent faces again he'll make sure you don't see another day,"

"Funny, he seems a lot braver when someone else talks for him," Hanson remarked.

"Shut your cocky little mouth pretty boy, before I shove something in it that will leave you unable to speak," he said threateningly, the double meaning not lost on Hanson. He shivered fighting off memories he didn't have time to deal with at that moment. Doug didn't appreciate the man in front of them whose name they still didn't know, reducing his friend to a shadow of himself. Even if it was only for a second.

"Don't talk to him like that you piece of shit," Doug retorted cruelly, realising how pathetic it sounded but unable to think of anything else to say.

"What a first impression you make, such a way with words you have, doesn't matter though your choir boy looks make up for what you lack in intelligence,"

"Leave him out of this," Hanson said quickly seeming to suddenly awaken from his strange trance. He didn't remember this guy being such a creep last time they met. He thought maybe he was putting it on to freak them out, but he couldn't be sure.

"But he already is in it, yesterday was the first I hear of him and well as far as I can see everything was going fine until he came into the picture," he said as moved his gun until it was firmly pressing into the flesh on Doug's left temple.

"If you hurt him then you can forget about us helping you," Hanson said calmly even though his heart was beating so hard he was sure someone would see his whole body pulsating.

"You're just lucky I like you," he smiled crookedly as he withdrew his hand and placed the gun back in his pocket. "Or this meeting would have ended very differently," he quickly pulled out his hand again, startling an already tense Doug. Everyone was relieved to see a bag of white powder flying across through the air into the arms of Doug, not a bullet.

"Catch ya on the flip side." the man laughed evilly striding away.

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Just like the last time, they had dumped the drugs where they had been told to by the all-knowing piece of torn paper that was delivered to them earlier. However unlike last time when they got back into Hanson's car to drive away, they didn't really drive away.

"I wonder how long they wait until they…." Mathew's nervous question was interrupted by a man in a black van pulling up where they had been parked moments ago. Once they saw him open the van door the threesome new that the plan they had been talking about was about to be put into action. However when they got out of the car the officers saw the face of the suspect and immediately recognised him. Mathew didn't notice his partner's hesitation and continued walking up to the man in question. The officers however were frozen and exchanged a look that simply put said, 'what the fuck are we going to do?'

Thoughts? Maybe you could tell me your favourite or least favourite bits so far so I know what stuff you guys like and want me to write more of? :)