Author: Jasmine Shigeru
Pairing: Hanson and Hoffs
Author's Note: Set during the end of the first season to the beginning of the second season.
Disclaimer: I do not own the 21 Jump Street nor do I wish I do. This is just for my entertainment and whomever wishes to read it. I am not making any profit from this and do not care to for that matter.
AN: Post "Next Generation"
By: Jasmine Shigeru
How did he end up here? How did he end up in a bar with a man who had quickly went from someone he disliked to becoming his best friend? How was he talked into this? He knew how. He was being a good friend. He was being supportive. His friend needed a shoulder to cry on and he was there for him, well figuratively speaking. That's why he was in a bar. That's why he was at a bar in a bar, a beer in hand, and his best friend sitting next to him. Why couldn't the tallest of the two do what he did when he was unhappy.
When things went wrong in Tom Hanson's personal life didn't pan out like he planned, he wanted to be alone. But when Doug Penhall's life didn't go as he planned he ended up at a bar. Doug liked bars. He liked being social and he liked to pick up women. But tonight, Doug wasn't here to pick up women or to socialize. Doug had dragged Tom to a bar to drown his sorrows and he didn't want to do it alone.
"She was just using me," Doug complained over his beer. "A glorified baby-sitter."
"I don't think there was no glorification in that situation," Tom said.
Penhall glared at him before nodding.
"You're right, I was just a baby-sitter. I had no chance with her," he said before taking a swig of his beer.
Tom did the same and the two officers sat quietly for a moment.
"I really liked her," Doug said after a few minutes. "She was beautiful, blonde, had a hot body, had an accent. She was perfect for me."
Tom snorted in laughter at his friend. He sounded very superficial right now.
"What about depth?" he asked.
"I'm young, who needs depth?" Doug said. "I want action and I want to get it before I settle down and regret not sowing my wild oats."
"Then why go after a woman with a kid?" Tom said pointing out his friend's flaw.
Doug shrugged. He took a sip of his beer, empting his bottle. He waved the empty bottle at the bartender, who grabbed it and replaced it with a new one.
"Thanks," he said before turning back to Tom. "I guess you're right. I shouldn't have even tried. I was out for a little fling not to play house. But what can I say? When I see a pretty face I grow week in the knees, I can't think, and I can't say no."
Tom smiled. Doug was starting to sound like his old self. That meant that he would probably be looking for a girl to impress any moment now and Tom could make an excuse to leave and go home. Not that he was moping himself.
While Doug was baby-sitting, Tom was working a case. He and Doug were undercover police officers in the Jump Street program. Meaning that they went undercover in high schools. They were in their early twenties, but looked young enough to be still in school.
A kid decided he wanted to take over his dad's bookie business and he had to undercover to weed the kid out. He couldn't understand the kid's motivations either. The kid was smart, real smart and a bright future ahead of him. Now ruined because he didn't want to listen to his father and follow in the man's criminal footsteps.
The case was wrapped up and Tom liked to unwind after a case, alone and at home with a six pack of Budweiser, a couple of burnt hot dogs with sauerkraut, and a televised bowling tournament he had recorded the week before.
Tom's smile widened when he saw a beautiful redhead approached them. Her eyes were on Doug and the young officer chuckled.
She was wearing a skintight navy blue dress and the skirt barely covered her ass. She wore pink lipstick on her luscious lips. Her fiery hair was down and tossed over one shoulder. Her dazzling gray-green eyes held a predatory glare. And for a second Tom wished she was after him.
"What's so funny," Penhall asked. His back was facing the woman so he could not see her.
"I think your luck is turning around," Tom answered. He nodded to signal for his friend to turn around to see the woman.
When Doug turned around, the redhead smiled brightly at him and he stared at her from her head down to her toes and back up. Liking what he saw, he smiled back at her.
"Hi, I'm Grace Monroe," Julie introduced herself. "But you can call me Gracie."
"Hi Gracie," Doug greeted. "I'm Doug Penhall."
"Well, Doug Penhall," Julie said smiling seductively placing her hands on Doug's arm and leaning forward slightly, enhancing her generous cleavage. "You look like you need a hug. Do you want a hug?"
"Huh," Doug said a bit shocked at the bold woman. "Um.. Yeah."
Gracie turned her attention to Tom. She noticed he was cute, but too skinny for her liking.
"You don't mind if I steal your friend, do you?" she asked.
"No," Tom answered with a small gesture with his hand. "I'll be fine by myself."
"You sure," Doug asked.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Now go and get your pity hug," Tom said.
"Thanks man," Penhall said with a cheerful smile and hitting his friend's arm playfully before disappearing into the crowd with Gracie.
Tom chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. Doug Penhall was definitely on the mend.
After a minute, Tom took a swing of his beer and signaled the bartender over. He paid his and Doug's bill before turning to get off the barstool he noticed a very familiar person sitting at a booth.
Getting completely off the stool, Tom walked over to his coworker.
"Hey, Jude, what are you doing here?" he asked the petite African American woman.
Judy Hoffs was also an officer at Jump Street. If he and Doug looked like teenagers, she definitely did. Even though she wasn't, Judy looked younger than any of the initial Jump Street officers.
"Hi, Hanson," she greeted.
She smiled up at him and Tom's heart skipped a beat. Judy looked stunning. She was wearing a tight red dress, with her favorite jean jacket, and matching red pumps. Her long legs looked as if she forwent stockings tonight. Her hair was down up in a French knot. Her missed match earrings glittered in the light. One red, the other, larger one, black. She wore little makeup. In fact, the only cosmetic that was brightly noticeable was her classic red lipstick.
Tom licked his suddenly dry lips.
"Why are you here?" Judy asked.
"I asked you first," Tom said sitting down across from her.
"So, you did," Judy said placing her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. "Well, I was supposed to be having a date, but the jerk stood me up."
Tom took a good look at her again.
"Has he seen you, ever," he asked.
Judy smiled and blushed at him.
"I wish I could say that this was a blind date, but no, he's Greg Lincoln from homicide," she informed.
"I know him. You're right, he is a jerk," Tom said before giving her his most charming smile. "And stupid."
"Thanks, Hanson, I needed a pick me up," Judy said smiling brightly at him. "So, I answered your question, you gonna answer mine?"
"Doug was feeling down over that stewardess and asked to come along to drown his sorrows," Hanson answered.
"So, where is Penhall now?" Judy asked.
"Drowning his sorrows in a pretty, little redhead," Tom said.
"Oh, so he ditched you for a woman?" the female officer laughed.
"Yeah," Tom said running his fingers through his hair. "But I don't blame him."
"Why, was she really that good looking," Hoffs asked.
"You have no idea," Tom answered remembering Gracie.
Judy stared at him like he offended all women and he shifted uncomfortably.
"Not that I was interested or anything," he covered.
Judy's look turned to disbelief.
"So, why are you still here," she asked.
"I saw a beautiful woman and couldn't leave her sitting alone." Tom flattered.
Judy blushed more.
Thinking they were together, a waitress approached them and asked them if they wanted anything. Tom ordered another beer and Judy ordered a rum and coke. When the waitress left to get their orders, the two officers stared at one another, not saying a world. It wasn't until their waitress returned with their drinks did they realize that they had been just sitting in a comfortable silence.
"Um…" Judy said rubbing the back of her neck.
"So…" Tom said.
They both wasn't sure of what to say. They didn't have to talk about work, they worked together. They knew exactly what was happening in their professional lives.
"Are you seeing anyone?" Judy asked as she shifted in her seat.
Tom could tell she was uncrossing and crossing her legs by her movement. He took a sip of his beer and swallowed before shaking his head no.
"Haven't dated anyone in a while," he answered. "I would ask you the same thing, but I already no that answer."
"Yeah, well, that's why I'm hear, alone," Judy said before drinking some of her own drink.
Tom thought about it for a second, before getting up and moving to sit next to her.
"Your not now," he said scooting close to her so that their sides touched. He reached across the table to pull his beer to him.
"Why, Mr. Hanson, are you flirting with me?" Judy asked in a playful tone.
"Depends, are you liking it?" Tom asked smiling charmingly at her.
"That depends," Judy answered. "Do you mean it?"
Tom's smile widened as Judy smiled a flirtatious smile at him.
After that the two officers talked about any thing and everything. They flirted continuously, flattering each other. They sat in the booth for over an hour. Drinking and flirting, both getting a little drunk, Tom more than Judy.
"Wow, I think I'm drunk," Judy said before glancing at her watch. "It's late."
Tom looked down at his own watch.
"You're right, it is late," he said. "How are you planning on getting home?"
"I took a cab to get here. I think I'm going to take another one to get home," Judy answered. "You?"
"Well, my ride is long gone. So, a cab would be a good idea," Tom said before pulling out his wallet to pay for both of their drinks.
"You don't have to pay for me," Judy said.
"I know, but I want to."
Tom smiled at her again.
Judy stared at him for a moment. She shifted in her seat, turning to face her fellow officer.
"What," Tom asked.
"We could take one cab," Judy suggested.
"What are you saying," Tom asked clearing his throat nervously as he felt a stirring in his pants at what the woman might be implying.
Judy leaned in seductively into Tom's ear.
"I'm saying that I'm feeling adventurous tonight, Hanson," she said. "How about you?"
She placed her hand on his thigh, not to far up, but far enough for the other officer to feel another stir in his pants.
"Maybe," he said huskily as he licked his lips. "What do you have in mind?"
"Want to come back to my place?" Judy asked, her lips gently grazing his ear.
"I think I would be crazy to say no," he said turning to her completely.
He gazed into her eyes.
"Good answer," Judy said smiling at him.
END OF CH. 1