AUTHOR'S NOTE I hope you forgive me for falling off the face of the earth! =)

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Chapter Six

Ioki had dropped his face into his hands. Hanson stared slack-jawed at Fuller. "No…" he said finally. "No, it isn't possible!" He stood up and paced around the room. "You're wrong, Captain. Doug would have told me. He would have told me!"

Fuller shook his head. "Not if he didn't know."

That stopped Hanson in his tracks. "What?"

Fuller gave no reply. Hanson stalked over to where he sat. "Penhall doesn't know that his undercover officer is his own daughter?" he growled. He glanced back at Ioki, who still had his head down. "Harry, do you believe this?"

Ioki chuckled bitterly. "I never knew Judy had a daughter. Why should it surprise me that it's Penhall's too?"

Hanson glared at him. "What are you talking about?"

Ioki just shook his head. "I can't believe she didn't tell me."

An angry smirk played on Hanson's lips. "Well this is just great. I find out one of my closest friends had a kid without telling me, but not only that, it was with my best friend. Who of course doesn't know and ends up being the girl's commanding officer of the same program that we all worked in twenty years ago!"

"Hanson, calm down," Fuller tried to say.

But Hanson was too upset to listen. "I can't believe this is happening. How could he not know? Isn't having a kid something you're generally aware of?" Another thought occurred to him and he turned on Fuller. "If she got pregnant during the whole Adabo ordeal, then that means you had her out in the field for an entire school year in that condition!"

"That's what I said," Ioki muttered.

"How could you be so stupid?" Hanson added.

Fuller's eyes narrowed dangerously and he stood. "Sit down, Hanson!" he barked.

It was a tone that Hanson rarely heard. He remembered it once, from the first time he and Doug had posed as the McQuaid brothers. A student had approached him as Tommy McQuaid and asked him to kill her father. He should have gone right to Fuller, but he did not. He sat on it, then dragged Doug into it, and finally tried to get them both out of it by taking the blame. Fuller had not been pleased. That lecture was in the same tone that Fuller had now. Contritely, Hanson sank down onto the bed.

"Do you have any idea how frightened and upset Hoffs was when she came to me and told me that Penhall had gotten her pregnant?" Fuller demanded.

"When did she find out?" Ioki asked.

Fuller looked at him. "The same time that high school girl said that you got her pregnant."

"So then you put her right back in the field a week later with me," Hanson said coldly.

"It was racial violence!" Fuller shot back. "Who else would I put in? And did you notice that from then on, I only put her in non-hostile environments, such as finding your ass every time you chose to disappear or get kidnapped?"

Hanson said nothing. He and Ioki continued to stare at the mauve patterned bedspreads.

"She wanted everything to stay as normal as possible for as long as possible," Fuller finished. A sarcastic note crept into his voice as he added, "Forgive me for trying my best to do that for her."

"Why couldn't we see it?" Ioki asked.

Fuller shrugged. "Some women don't show."

Hanson shook his head. "I still can't believe Doug doesn't know."

"And it's to stay that way!" Fuller told him. "Hoffs wanted it and at least for now, I'm going to still respect her wishes. I expect you both to do the same."

"Forever?" Hanson asked.

"Not forever," Fuller said. "Just until we figure out how this is all going to play out."

Ioki said bitterly, "He doesn't deserve to know."

Narrowing his eyes, Hanson said, "What did you say?"

"I said he doesn't deserve to know!" Ioki shouted. "After what he did to her, he doesn't deserve anything!"

Hanson stormed toward the door. "I am not listening to this!" He threw open the door and slammed it behind him, not bothering to wait for any response. Stopping by his own room just long enough to grab the keys to his rental car, he headed for the parking lot.

He did not care where he ended up; he just needed to drive. The feeling of the night air rushing through his hair helped to calm his raging temper slightly, but he was still seething, at Harry, at Fuller, even at Judy, which brought a healthy dose of guilt.

He just could not absorb everything. It was too much. Judy had a daughter. She had slept with Doug. That child was also his. She was now an undercover officer with the Jump Street unit, which her biological father was the Captain of. And the only person who could answer way to all the questions had been gunned down in the line of duty ten years ago.

Hanson blinked and suddenly realized that he had driven to the Chapel. Sighing, he parked the car in the old familiar parking lot and headed up the stairs. The Chapel was always different at night, more peaceful. The building had never lost the serenity that churches offered, even when filled with scores of bustling officers.

"Who are you?"

Hanson turned at the sharp voice and saw a janitor looking down at him from the balcony. "Tom Hanson," he replied. "I used to be an officer here."

The man relaxed and smiled. "Okay. Feel free to look around if you want." Then he disappeared into the shadows.

Hanson raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "Weird," he muttered under his breath.

Memories came unchecked from all around him. Jenko sliding down the fire pole the first day he had been at Jump Street. Playing poker on Valentine's Day. His battle of wills with Dennis Booker. The retiring of the McQuaid brothers.

He saw the desk that had once been Judy's. Mike Warren sat there now. Everything was different now. Hanson laughed at himself. Of course everything was different.

He was still angry at Harry – he refused to listen to anyone blaming Penhall for what was going on – but being at the Chapel had replaced the rage and hurt with fond remembrance. As long as he could avoid Ioki for the night, he figured that things would be better by the morning.

Hanson took one last look around the Chapel. A ghost of a smile on his lips, he closed the door behind him and headed back for the hotel.

Lily leaned against the wall in the chemistry lab. Hank came in seconds before the bell rang with Arthur on his heels. They dropped onto the empty stools beside her. "Have a good night last night?" Hank asked.

Shrugging, Lily said, "I've got a killer hangover. One of those bomb threats would be nice right about now." She watched Arthur smirk and had to remember not to react in any way that would blow her cover.

Hank snaked a hand over her shoulder. "I wouldn't worry about whether or not your homework got done if I were you," he whispered.

Lily grinned. "Awesome."

Sure enough, half an hour into class, Principal Lerner came over the intercom and asked for the orderly evacuation of the school. Lily followed Hank, Craig, and the others through the same alleys as the day before.

"So you seem to have the inside deal on all these bomb things," Lily murmured to Craig as the others passed a joint around. "Who's pulling them?"

Craig grinned. "Why? You want to thank them?"

"Yeah, I want to send them a Christmas card."

Craig spread his arms wide. "You're looking at him, babe. Make sure my card's got some hot chick in a red bikini on it."

"I…uh…what?"

He laughed. "Hot but not that bright. I like that."

Lily was sure that she blushed, but a thousand thoughts raced through her head. These stoners were behind the bomb threats, all so that they could get out of school for a few hours?

"You look surprised," Craig said.

"Uh, no. No – just impressed." She turned on the bright smile that she had inherited from her mother. "And thankful. This not going to class thing is really cool."

Josh and Arthur laughed, their eyes already beginning to glaze. "Yeah," Josh said. "Too bad it's nearly over."

Lily frowned. "Huh?"

Craig groaned. "You dumbass. Go smoke your dope and stop talking."

"What's going on?" Lily asked.

"Craig, she asked a lot of questions," Ainsley complained.

Craig glared at her, then turned back to Lily. "Tell you what," he said. "Why don't you come by my place tonight? We're having a meeting sort of. Then you'll understand everything."

Lily hesitated a moment before finally nodding. "Okay."

Hanson watched Penhall pace nervously around his office. "You're making me dizzy," he finally said.

"Am I?" Penhall looked at him sheepishly. "Sorry."

With an amused grin, Hanson dropped onto the couch that sat along the same wall that Fuller's couch had been against. "You worry too much. You think Jenk or Fuller ever worried this much about us?"

Penhall shrugged. He glanced at the clock. "School got out nearly an hour ago. They should have checked back in by now!"

"Doug, how many times did one of us not check in right after school?"

He got a glare from Penhall. "That was usually because you were breaking into Booker's apartment or Ioki was beat up after pretending to be gay or I was hiding from Dorothy."

Hanson smirked. "Point taken." He chuckled as Penhall continued to pace. "All of your officers are perfectly capable of handling this case. Stop being such a mother hen!"

"I'm just worried about Lily, I guess."

All trace of teasing drained from Hanson's voice. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm just really worried, you know? Bomb threats, Rosemount High School – this is a really tough case!"

"So that's it then?" Hanson asked.

Penhall sat in his desk chair and began spinning back and forth. "Do you remember your first case?" he asked.

"Jump Street or ever?"

"Jump Street."

Hanson smiled almost fondly. "Waxer. I busted that dealer Waxer."

"Oh yeah," Penhall said with a chuckle. Then he sobered. "Then he kidnapped you!"

Hanson nodded. "A year later. What was your first Jump Street case?"

"Sexual abuse. A gym teacher was abusing a bunch of kids in his after-school program. It was only a week before you came." He sighed. "Why did I send her out on her first case on such a dangerous one?"

"Doug, you can't worry so much. Like it or not, she's out there." He smiled. "And she's making her mother proud."

Penhall smiled sadly. "Yeah, she is. She's just so young, you know?"

"I know."

Penhall suddenly stood up. "Let's go get something to eat or something. I can't just sit around here all day."

"Yeah, I know. You'll drive me crazy!" Hanson followed Penhall out of his office. "Rocket Dog still around?" he asked.

Penhall laughed. "Yeah right. Why, you miss food poisoning?"

"There was always something special about Rocket Dog food poisoning," Hanson replied, smirking.

"Yeah, well, that's going to have to remain a fond memory, my friend." Penhall cast one last look at Lily's desk as they left, worry still weighing heavily on his mind.