We never knew what we were getting ourselves into by accepting this job. We had know idea of what lay ahead of us down this road, rather it be pain, hurt, friendship, comfort, tears, laughter, torture, hate, love, or romance. Jump Street gave us all of that and we will always have those memories of a life spent on Jump Street.
Never in his life had Tom Hanson imagined he would be lying there next to another man. But then again, never in his life had he imagined he would meet a man like Doug Penhall; a man who single-handedly would change everything he had ever believed or question. A man who could break his heart or give it wings with just one look.
Thoughts streamed through his head as he looked down at the body lying just inches away from his feet. If he had turned around just a little sooner, if he had pulled his gun, if he had done it all differently, maybe her life would be spared. It was amazing what all you could do in those missed seconds. Those missed seconds that had cost her her life.
We'd always be friends, or at least that's what they had thought. They never expected to lose each other, to grow apart over the years, and eventually loose touch. "Daddy!" A little girl cries as she rushes to her father with a folded photograph in her sticky hands, "Who's this of!" "That," her father says, "That's just a bunch of my friends and me." "I've never met them!" The little girl says, a pout forming across her face. "That's because Daddy made a mistake and left them behind." "Why, Daddy?" "Because Daddy thought it was what was best." "Was it?" She asks. "No," Tom Hanson shakes his head, "It wasn't."
Finding the body was the easy part, proving that the suspect committed the murder, that was what was hard – even for two of the finest officers known to Jump Street. Fuller hoped he had made the right choice by assigning these certain two officers to the case. "Got all the info you need?" He asked them with nervousness in his voice. "Sure thing, Cap!" They said before turning to each other and shouting, "THE MCQUAID BROTHERS!" so loudly that their voices bounced and echoed off the walls. Captain Adam Fuller sighed and shook his head as he watched them turn and leave both clad in tattered jeans, flannel shirts, bandanas, combat boots, and ear pericings. Had he made the right choice assigning them this case? Most definitely.
A hug was sometimes all it took to get someone to share what was troubling them. As Tom Hanson wrapped his arms around Judy Hoffs and swayed her side to side, he never expected that what had been troubling her was one of the most horrific nightmares a girl could go through. "He…raped me," her voice was raspy and her eyes were flooded with tears. Tom held her tighter in his arms and vowed never to let her go.
Placeing a hand on the young officer's shoulder, Captain Fuller stared him square in the eyes and said, "Hanson, you are a good officer, one of the bests I have and I can't risk kicking you off the force as much as I'd really like to right now. I know if I kick you off, the program will suffer greatly so I'm going to let you stay on. On one condition: never, ever steal a school bus again." "Borrowing, sir, borrowing with every intention of returning it," Tom Hanson grinned sweetly at Fuller. Fuller bit his lower hip and inhaled sharply, "HANSON!"
Where there was trouble, there were the McQuaid brothers. They almost seemed to hunt it out, look for it, and thirst after it. It was just their first day at Will Turner High and already they had gotten in two fights and been sent to the principal's office three times. Sighing, Principal Norrington placed in head in his hands and let out a small moan. There they were – ripped jeans and all – for the fourth time in one day. Norrington dreaded looking up at them. Something about these boys was trouble and he just knew they wouldn't get far in life. They were the time that would never amount to anything. In fact, that scrawny one, he speculated, would probably wind up working at a bowling ally or some other pathetic excuse of a job.
We knew coming into the job that we might lose one of our own. We just never really prepared ourselves for the pain we'd experience when we received the phone call saying that Officer Tom Hanson had been shot in the chest and died instantly. No amount of training, no amount of teaching could have ever prepared us for that.
Belonging has always been important to me. I always knew that if I were to ever accept a job, I'd have to feel as if I belonged there. That's how I felt when I accepted the job at Jump Street. The moment I walked through those doors, I knew that I just belonged there. I don't have that feeling any more and I suppose it's time I go on to find another place where I'll feel that same feeling of belonging. I never used to feel like I'd find a place were I belonged but Jump Street proved me wrong. Now all I have to do is find another place where I'll feel the same belonging. I doubt any other place can compare though to Jump Street.
A/N: I'll continue with the next part of the song for the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!