Scared to Death
Summary: A Halloween carnival takes a turn for the worst when one of the dead bodies in the corn maze turns out to be real. Now the Jump Street team must put aside the candy corn and caramel apples and solve the case before there is another victim.
Disclaimer: 21 Jump Street is not mine.
Detective Judy Hoffs whipped around to see a man in a wolf mask standing over her. After letting out a short scream, she realized that the man behind the mask was laughing. Glaring at the beast before her, Judy swiveled the chair around and yanked off the mask to see Doug Penhall grinning back at her.
"Doug!" She cried, "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?
"Come on, Jude, get in the Halloween spirit!"
"No thank you," she declined, her breathing still sharp and irregular.
"Come on, Jude, you know I was just kidding."
"Forgive me for forgetting to laugh," her voice was cold and acrid.
"Did she scream?" Tom Hanson asked as he strolled over to her desk, a smirk playing at his lips.
"Yup. Annie up, Hanson!"
Tom rolled his eyes and pulled a dollar from his pants' pocket before slapping it down on Doug's open palm.
"Wait, you two bet to see if I'd scream or not?" Judy demanded.
"Maybe," Tom smirked.
"You two are disturbing."
"Thank you!" Doug smiled.
"So are you coming to the carnival with us tonight?" Tom asked, trying his best to regain his position on her good side.
"After that stunt?" Judy scoffed.
"Come on, you have to!" Doug urged, "Everyone's going!"
"And who, may I ask, is everyone?"
"Doug, me, Harry, and Fuller," Tom answered for Doug, "So you coming or not?"
"I don't know…"
"Come on, you have to!"
"I don't think I 'have' to do anything, Hanson."
"Judy, come on! Please?" Tom flashed her a grin that he knew she couldn't refuse.
"Fine!" She rolled her eyes, "I'll go."
"Yes!" Doug pumped his fist into the air, "You'll love it, Jude!"
"You better hope I do. You two owe me big time."
"Or we can make a deal."
"A-a deal?" Tom knew deals with Judy were never good. She always had an uncanny way of outsmarting them.
"Yeah. A deal."
"What're the stakes?" Doug asked.
"You two don't owe me for any of the trauma you just caused me to endure."
"Sounds good," Doug nodded his approval.
"Wait, there's always a downside," Tom reminded him.
"It isn't really a 'downside' per-say," Judy smirked, "All you two have to do is be scared."
"Scared?" Doug laughed.
"Yup, scared. Instead of owing me anything, I'll just get even."
"Even?" Tom's eyes widened. He didn't like the sound of that at all.
"Yup, even. Tonight at the carnival. I bet I can make you two scream."
"Psh, yeah right," Tom scoffed, "You?"
"We aren't afraid of nuthin!" Doug puffed out his chest, trying his best to appear masculine.
"We'll just see about that tonight, won't we?" Judy smirked.
"You're evil!" Tom objected.
"You're on!" Doug accepted the challenge. Tom's jaw fell.
"Doug, think about this…"
"We can handle anything you throw at us!"
"Doug…just…just think about it…"
"Tommy, surely you aren't scared of a girl, are you?" Doug asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Not a girl," Tom answered, "Just Judy."
"Excuse me?" Judy glared at him.
"And this is my cue to leave. See around."
"Where do you think you're going?" Judy asked.
"Doug and I have to wrap a case. We'll see ya at the carnival tonight."
"Be prepared to be scared," Judy sneered before trying her best to attempt a cackle.
"Yeah, you just keep hoping that," Tom scoffed as he and Doug excused themselves from her desk.
Neither Tom, Doug, nor Judy knew what lay ahead of them that night; nor did they know just how scared they really would be.