Title: Irreparable

Summary: A false accusation leads to divisive revelations for the Jump Street team, but they overcome their differences in the face of a tragic event – and a case with deeply personal resonance.

Warning: Slash – homosexual content, rape, depression – and whatever other angst I can manage to work in. If you don't like this, don't read it, for flames only serve as a source of amusement for me.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: As much as I would kill to own Tom Hanson and Dennis Booker, I don't. And I don't own the rest of Jump Street, either. Too bad for me.

Chapter 1

"My office, Hanson. Now." Fuller's voice left no room for argument. Hanson rose, slowly, following his CO toward the back of the Chapel.

Inside, he waited quietly as Fuller circled his desk. The man rifled through some papers on top before raising his eyes. "Boys downtown had an interesting Q&A with Chris Bartero," he finally said, and Hanson raised an eyebrow.

"Bartero? The dealer from Central we just busted?"

"One and the same."

"What, did he accuse Booker an' me of getting high with him?"

"I wish. Sit down, Hanson."

Tom frowned but lowered himself into a chair. Something was wrong. He could see it in Fuller's face. That, and the fact that he hadn't even cracked a smile at his joke. "What is it, Captain?"

"You know how old Bartero is, Hanson?"

"Fifteen, right?"

"Yeah." Fuller finally sat down himself and began stacking and restacking the files already piled neatly on the corner of the desk. "He accused you of, ah…"

"What is it, Captain?" Hanson asked again. He couldn't remember ever seeing Fuller so uncomfortable in all the time they'd worked together. "He accused me of what?"

"Sleeping with him. The night after the first bust, the first time your whole group was dragged downtown."

Hanson was fairly certain his jaw was on the floor. He rose slowly, shaking his head. "Captain, I... no way. I've never slept with anybody on a case, and if I was going to, I'd have made sure they were legal!"

Fuller held up a hand, his mouth in a thin line. "I believe you. One, because I know you and I don't believe you're that stupid. Two, because every other time you've screwed up, you've owned up, no matter what it might have meant for your career, and I don't see this time being any different. But, there's going to be an investigation, no matter what I think."

Fuller clasped his hands, resting his forearms on the desk. "Hanson, I'm gonna need you to be completely up front with me." Tom nodded slowly, knowing what was coming. "Normally, I wouldn't ask this because, frankly, I don't care. But I don't have a choice right now." He paused. "Are you, ah…"

Tom turned away, asking slowly, "Am I gay?" Might as well save the captain the discomfort. Never mind his own. Not waiting for a response he answered simply, "Yes."

"And are you… involved with anyone?"

Hanson's looked through the glass, eyes fixing on Booker. The other officer was leaning against a file cabinet, locked in conversation with Judy and Penhall, but his eyes were on the door to Fuller's office.

Hanson turned back to the captain. "No. But just because I don't have a boyfriend of my own doesn't mean I'm going to go screw around with a fifteen-year-old!" He heard his voice rise a few decibels and fought to bring it back down. "Sorry, Captain."

"It's okay. Hanson, I believe you. I told you that. And I think the consensus downtown is going to be that this kid is just trying to bring you down with him. But there has to be an investigation. And it's going to start with them asking you where you were that night. If you can prove you were somewhere else…"

"I can't. I remember it. Got bailed out and went home." The lie came out a little too easily. Then he rubbed his shoulder, remembering the arrest. "The uniforms were a little rough. Took a couple aspirin and passed out early."

He clenched his teeth and worked his jaw slowly. "So, what now? Am I on suspension?"

"At the moment, no. I can't tell you where things will stand in an hour, or a day."

"I understand."

"You are, however, on a desk. Mostly so no one can accuse the department of putting a suspected…" Fuller broke off and looked down.

"A suspected what, Captain? Child molester? Or rapist? What does a fifteen-year-old get me?" He knew full well what the answer would be, and though he knew Fuller was trying to be compassionate about the whole situation, the angry part of him wanted someone else to be hurting a little too.

The cop in Fuller took over as he raised his eyes. "Felony rape, third degree. Three years in prison, maybe four."

"It'd be four," Hanson muttered. "Not that I'd survive six months. A cop who raped a kid?"

"Hanson—"

"Captain, do I need to be here? Can I just go home?"

"You and Booker have some paperwork to finish out—"

"I can do that at home."

Fuller regarded him for a second before nodding. "All right. Just, make sure you stay around. I'd rather not have an all-points put out on one of my men."

"Right." Tom turned on his heel and yanked the door open, not bothering to close it behind him. He stalked over to his desk, grabbing his jacket off the chair, and headed for the door. As he went, he could feel eyes on him – Harry, Doug, Judy, and, most of all, Dennis – but didn't bother to even acknowledge them.

Outside, he ran down the steps, heading straight for his Mustang. He heard footsteps behind him, knew without thinking who they belonged to, but didn't stop. Climbing in, he threw the vehicle into drive almost before he'd even turned it on. Just before pulling into the street, he glanced into his rearview mirror and saw Booker standing at the top of the stairs.

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Booker watched Hanson peel out of the lot and fly down the street. Even after he was gone, he stayed where he was, staring after the car, until he heard footsteps behind him. Doug was standing there, frowning. "What was that all about?"

"I don't know. You know what Fuller wanted to talk to him about?"

"Uh-uh. Heard him on the phone earlier though, something about Bartero. That was the case you were on with him, right?"

"Yeah."

"Anything weird about it?"

Dennis shook his head. "Nothing. Whole damn thing might have come out of a textbook. Clean collar, all the t's crossed and the i's dotted. Wish they were all like that."

Before either of them could say another word, Judy appeared. "Fuller wants us all in his office."

As they headed back inside, Booker half-heard Penhall ask Hoffs if he knew what the Captain wanted to talk to them about, half-heard her negative reply, and tried to figure out what could be up with his case.

He needn't have bothered, though, because as it turned out, that was what Fuller wanted to see to them about. As soon as the door closed behind Ioki, the Captain said simply, "Hanson's on the sidelines for a while."

"This about Bartero?" Booker asked, earning himself a glare from Penhall and a raised eyebrow from Fuller.

"Actually, yes. How did you know?"

"Heard you on the phone," he replied. No point in getting the Captain mad at Doug and Doug mad at him.

"Ah. Well, Hanson's been accused of statutory rape. Technically, rape three, because Chris Bartero is fifteen years old."

Booker nearly choked. "What?" His wasn't the only shocked reply.

"Bartero accused Hanson of… going home with him the night of the first bust they made on that crew."

"And he's being taken seriously?" Penhall asked, eyes wide. "He's just trying to get the cop who busted him in trouble – and get himself off."

"It won't hold up," Judy said, and Dennis was surprised at the confidence in her voice. "Hanson's a good cop; he's never fooled around with anybody on a case. Not to mention he's straight. No way anyone's going to believe he screwed around with a fifteen-year-old boy."

For all that Fuller was usually good at keeping his thoughts off his face, he failed that time, and Booker knew that if he could see it, the others could too. Doug confirmed it. "What, Captain?"

But Fuller just shook his head, his face once more an unreadable mask. "There's still going to be an investigation, and until it's over – maybe even beyond that, depending on how the cards fall – Hanson's behind a desk."

"Because city hall doesn't want it to look like they put a suspected rapist in a high school," Booker snapped, and the Captain nodded.

"Exactly. He hasn't been suspended – which tells you that they aren't quite ready to buy into this kid's story. But there are… circumstances that are going to make it harder for Hanson to fight this, and he has no alibi for the night the kid claims it happened."

Dennis did a double-take. He could have sworn… "Which night was this?"

"The first bust, in the warehouse district," he responded.

"Captain," Doug asked before Booker had a chance to say anything more, "is Bartero claiming Hanson forced him, or…?"

"No. He says it was consensual. Of course, he also was quick to point out that he thought Hanson was a teenager, just like him. Which, if this makes it to trial – and I don't see that happening – is going to make things that much harder on him."

Fuller sighed. "Anyway, I gave Hanson the rest of the day off. He should be back tomorrow. Don't say anything to him about this, okay?"

Amidst nods, they all shuffled out of the office and Penhall fell into step beside Booker. "Textbook case, huh?"

"Too good to be true," Dennis muttered, ignoring the glare Doug fixed him with, as if this was somehow all his fault.

He headed to his desk, made a show of flipping through some files, then headed over to Hanson's and did the same. "Damn it," he muttered, just loud enough for Judy to hear. As he walked back by her desk he said, "I think Hanson has one of the files I need at his place. If the Captain asks, I'll be back."

"Booker, do you really think he's going to want to see you right now?" Hoffs asked, frowning at him.

Giving her a grin he asked simply, "Why not?" He headed for the door, conscious of her and Penhall's eyes boring holes in his back. They'd live.