A/N: Just jumping right into this.

Disclaimer: If I owned anything like this, I'd probably end up killing off all of my favorite characters with brutal, horrible, GRUESOME deaths.

Penhall groaned, slapping the snooze button on his alarm clock. Nine minutes later, he rolled out of bed to reach the outlet where he unplugged the "damned contraption" as he called it. He stumbled to the bathroom where he showered and brushed his teeth. He walked back to the bedroom to get dressed. He checked the clock again, realized he was running late, and grabbed his keys and a banana on the way out the door. He made it to the chapel right on time and sat comfortably behind his desk. He sat back and put his feet up as he threw the banana peel into the trash can. Hanson came over to sit in front of him on a surprisingly clean part of the desk.

"Doug, what's wrong with your face? It looks like you got hit by a semi."

"What?" Penhall grabbed desperately for the mirror sitting next to his friend but Hanson grabbed it and stepped back before he had the chance.

"I really don't think you should see…"

"DAMMIT HANSON! GIVE ME THE DAMN MIRROR!"

"Temper temper." Tom did as asked and Doug looked at his reflection, confusion soon followed by realization when he noticed nothing wrong.

"Tom, when I get my hands on you, you're not going to HAVE a face."

Doug put the mirror down and started chasing his partner around the chapel. Tom slipped into his seat and held his had up, successfully stopping his pursuer.

"Now now, Douglas. We are in a mature environment right now. Let's act the part. We can settle this later. Possibly after the next case if we get one today." Tom picked up a Rubix cube off of his desk and watched a fuming Doug.

"Hanson! Penhall! My office, now!" The door slammed behind Fuller after he made his demands and a second later, his two officers were seated in front of his desk, waiting for their new assignment. The younger officer was playing with the Rubix cube as his partner watched their captain pass a folder over his desk. Doug read over the file as Tom listened to the briefing.

"There's a drug ring at East High. I need you two to go in and find out who's running the business. There are rumors that only the toughest seniors get to the source."

Doug paled as the memories of his nightmare came flooding back. "NOOO!"

A/N: Did I confuse you? Did you think I uploaded the wrong chapter, like a new story was being written or something? Please be honest and tell me if I succeeded. It would make me really happy. And the story is done now by the way. REVIEW! (And tell me how old you think I am.)