Adam Fuller paced the floor of his office, the middle aged man in the grey suit and equally grey hair regarded him with impatience.

"Why can't you guys handle this? We don't usually take on homicide investigations." Fuller asked

"Because we can't get as close to these kids as your guys can Captain Fuller. If our men go in they go in as police officers and how many teenagers do you know that are willing to open up to the police?"

"You've got a point. But do you really think this is going to work?" Fuller asked, obviously sceptical.

"If you really can't pull Officer Hoffs out it's going to have to be one of the others." Captain Morgan of major crimes division replied. "Look, Captain Fuller, if you say these are your best men I trust you implicitly. We'll give you all the back up we can"

"You wanna tell them for me?" Fuller said eyebrows raised.

"We'll get the toxicology and forensic reports over to you as soon as they're complete." Morgan said with a smile.

"Ok. Well I'd better go and deliver the good news hadn't I?"

"Good luck Adam." Morgan said with a sly grin as he shook Fullers hand before leaving the office.

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Tom Hanson had driven down the same road, got stuck in traffic in the exact same spot he had every other day, parked in the same space and walked up the same stairway.

He walked into the bullpen that had looked exactly the same the day before and collapsed heavily at the same desk he had been sat at for the past two years. You get the picture right? Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary, apart from the suit from downtown who had nearly sent him flying down the stairs on his way in. Just another day at Jump Street Chapel, nothing in the atmosphere that could have possibly put him on his guard. Well, so it seemed.

He was just considering catching up on some much needed sleep when the silence of the chapel was disturbed by a frustrated growl as Doug Penhall slammed his phone none to gently back into it's cradle.

"Problem Doug?" Tom asked, one eyebrow raised and half a smile on his face.

"Yeah. Goes by the name Dorothy!"

"Ahh!"

"She's driving me CRAZY!!"

"You know, you could try cutting her some slack once in a while."

"Cut her some slack?! Hanson, the woman turns up after two years, no warning, not even a phone call and thinks she can waltz back in to my life and start playing house."

"What's she done this time?"

"She wants to decorate."

"What's wrong with that? Your place could do with scrubbing up a bit."

"She wants to paint my living room yellow!" Doug said through gritted teeth.

"That's... cheerful" Tom replied, biting his lip trying not to smile too much.

"Oh yeah? You live with her!"

"Penhall, Hanson, got a minute?" Fuller called from his doorway.

"Sure coach. Just playing marriage counsellor."

"Well, do you think you could spare a moment for your day job?"

"Coach, this is my day job."

"Office, now."

"Yes sir" replied both of the young officers, rather sheepishly.

"I'm not married" Doug muttered as he walked with Hanson to Fullers office.

"Of course you're not! You're in hell right?"

"Sit down guys. Major crimes have kindly seen fit to pass a case on to us and I think you two are the ones to do it. But it's a tough one so I want to talk you through it."

"You mean the real cops think it's beneath them so they've pushed it onto us."

"If that's the way you want to look at it Hanson, sure."

"So what is it Captain?" Doug asked.

"St Mary's. It's a catholic school, very devout. One of their students, 18 year old girl by the name of Nikki Stokely, was found in a ditch near her home last night. Tests showed extremely high levels of alcohol and crack in her system."

"She ok?" Doug asked

"Afraid not. She was dead by the time they got to her."

"So she overdosed?"

"They're not sure Tom. Her parents were pretty adamant that she was a good kid. You know, good grades, helped do the dishes, all that stuff. Plus the autopsy showed signs of a struggle, and possibly of sexual assault."

"So we're looking at a homicide", Tom asked, rather puzzled as to why major crimes would pass a homicide investigation onto the so called "kiddie cops".

"That's what we're going to try and find out. I want you guys to talk to her friends, find out what kind of crowds she hung round with, boyfriends, maybe she had a drug problem one of them might know about."

"Sure thing Captain. So what are we meant to be? Users, ambulance chasers, what?" Doug asked.

"Just try and find out as much as you can about Nikki for now. Her closest friend was a girl called Kelly Morris. Nikki's parents said these girls were pretty tight. If there's anyone who knows what Nikki was into my guess is it'll be her."

"Hang on. Catholic school? Aren't they all single sex schools?"

"That's right Hanson."

"So how are we meant to get to this girl?"

"We're not Tom. You are." Fuller replied, trying to hide his grin and failing miserably as he saw the look of confusion on Toms face.

"Er, Coach?"

"Yes Hanson?"

"I'm not catholic, and in case it's escaped your notice, I'm not a girl."

"Not yet." Fuller said simply.

"You're not serious captain?" Tom said, somewhere between disgusted, scared and insulted. "Wouldn't it make much more sense to have Judy on this one? Her being an actual girl."

"She's in the middle of a case Tom, sorry."

"Well, I'll take over her case." he said brightening slightly.

"Sorry, Hanson. Hoffs had a hard enough time getting in with this crowd, they'll never accept another new student."

"No way. I'm not doing this again. What about Harry? He's shorter than I am. He'd be more convincing." He was clutching at straws now and he knew it. But, dammit, he was desperate.

"When was the last time you saw a Vietnamese catholic Tom?" Fuller said raising an eyebrow. All this time Doug had been sat beside Tom, watching him squirm, and had made quite a good job of not bursting into hysterical fits of laughter. However he just couldn't resist the chance to wind his partner up further.

"Besides," Doug said as he put his arm around Hanson's shoulders, "You made such a pretty girl last time." Tom just glared at him, the look in his dark eyes capable of killing Doug stone dead in seconds, before turning his attention back to Fuller.

"Look, that guy was in his 70's and half blind. No one is gonna buy that I'm a teenaged girl. You might as well use him!" Tom said jabbing his finger in Penhalls direction. "He'd love it. He's probably got a name picked out and everything."

"Look Hanson" Fuller began "You're going in and that's..."

"Patricia." Doug said suddenly

"What?" Tom asked, looking at Doug like he was some sort of three headed space mutant.

"That's what I'd always thought I'd like to be called if I'd have been a girl."

"That's pretty." Tom said smiling almost maternally at his partner.

"You can't use that though. It doesn't suit you. You look more like a Sophie, or...Grace!"

"Really cos I always kinda liked..."

"Er, GUYS!" Fuller interrupted, putting alot of emphasis on the word guys. "I hate to interrupt this basis for immediate psychological evaluation but we have a case to discuss."

"Sorry sir."

"Sorry coach."

"Besides your name's Tamara Heyward. Transfer from St Victoria in Pittsburgh. Average student with a minor marijuana habit, bit of an attitude and has recently taken to hanging round with undesireables.Stereotypical teenaged stuff. Nothing major to start with, ok."

"Captain, isn't cruel and unusual torture forbidden by the US constitution."

"Be that as it is may Hanson, you are a police officer and I am your captain and you will do as I say."

"Captain..."

"Final word Hanson! Besides, Penhall's a little big to be a teenaged girl." he said trying his best to be authoritative and threatening while holding back wild laughter.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hanson asked giving Fuller what he always thought was his most terrifying glare.

"Breathe Hanson" Penhall said patting Tom on the back. "So what do you need me for captain?"

"Well, Nikki's parents were concerned about her latest boyfriend, Sam Taylor. He's a little wild, nothing too serious, that we know of. But he's always been in tight with Kelly Morris so...Hanson, meet your new beau"

Tom's eyes widened in terror as he turned scrunched up his face and looked at Doug in disgust.

"No way captain." he said shaking his head vigorously.

"I could do worse!" Doug said shrugging his shoulders. "He's a little smaller than the ones I usually go for, but what the hell, he's got pretty eyes." Hanson gave his partner his death stare as Fuller continued.

"Penhall, you're going to be attending the boy's campus, work it from the boyfriend's angle".

"Is he a suspect?"

"He could be. If not he may know something that might help us, so gain his trust, see if you can get him to open up."

"Sure thing captain."

"Ok. Well Hoffs has agreed to give up some of her valuable time to make you all pretty Tom, so don't keep her waiting." Tom just stared dumbly at his commanding officer as the full implications of this assignment hit him. "Off you go."

"Come on babe" Doug said gently guiding his shocked partner towards the door.

"Don't call me babe. It's sounds cheap"

"Sorry honey, won't happen again" Doug said as he placed a particularly wet kiss on Tom's cheek.

"Don't you ever do that again" Tom said in horror. "Otherwise you will be the girl. For real, you got that. And I'm not holding hands with you!"

"Wow I just got a Dorothy flashback!"

"I don't even look like a Tamara." Hanson said in a daze as Fuller just watched them walk away with an ear to ear grin on his face.