(AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first 21 JS fan fic, so go easy on me. ;) Feel free to review my story, I would love to know what you think! Just one note before you get started: there is a POV change in scene four. I was originally writing this for NaNoWriMo and with the time limit, I didn't think to go back and rewrite the first three chapters. I was going to after NaNo was through, but I decided to leave it as is. Anyway, carry on!)

SCENE ONE

Sweet Tooth

It was too early in the morning to concentrate on work, even with the sun shining its heavy rays throughout the room. The office was quiet except for the usual sounds of shuffling papers, muffled phone conversations and the pluck and ringing of typewriters. Styrofoam cups were an accessory to every other desk, filled with beans of caffeine in hopes of giving their consumers a waking rush. It was just another day at Jump Street, and like usual, Penhall was taking a five minute break to grab a bite to eat.

He was hovered over a desk opening and closing doors in a speedy fashion. He was not searching for paperwork (files were left untouched) and he was not in need of a pen (he had one clipped to his shirt pocket). In fact, anyone could find this suspicious searching as snooping, but if anyone knew Penhall better, he was up to something completely harmless.

"Penhall, what are you doing?" rang a sharp but deep voice.

Penhall jerked, startled by the sudden sound, and with a quick glance to his left he saw it was Chief Fuller. Approaching him from behind were Ioki and Judy, and even though a quick meeting was probably in order, Penhall merely smiled and went back to his searching.

"Just looking for something to eat, sir." Was his response, his head buried inside the desk.

"In Hanson's desk?" Fuller continued. His eyebrows were raised, a smile slightly tugging at his lips. He was amused, knowing how much of a stir this would cause with…

"Hey, hey, hey! Doug, whatdoya think you're doin', huh?"

…How much of a stir this would cause with Tom Hanson, Doug Penhall's partner. Hanson looked agitated, like usual, and judging by his tardiness, it was probably influenced by heavy traffic. While he was in the middle of bumper-to-bumper traffic his partner was searching for something good, and hoping to save whatever Penhall was looking for, Hanson rushed over to his desk. However his attempts were unsuccessful; with a joyful grunt, Penhall emerged from the desk with a Snickers candy bar in each hand.

"Nothin' Hanson, chill." Penhall said as he threw Hanson one of the bars. "Just getting into your stash is all. I was hungry."

"You ever think of getting something of your own?" Hanson remarked, unwrapping the bar. "This isn't Halloween – you can't just go around to everyone's desks snoopin' around!"

"I wasn't goin' through everyone's desks!" Penhall defended through a mouthful of candy. "Just yours."

Hanson hardly had time to scoff a reply when Ioki and Judy had arrived on the scene. He eyed Penhall one last suspicious glare and then took a seat beside him on the desk. Fuller was shuffling through a stack of papers in the midst of the playful argument, and when he finally realized the two were quietly snacking on Hanson's hard-earned money (used to buy candy no less), he looked around.

"Alright, guys, we have a serious case this time." He said as he shook the papers. "I mean real serious. In the last two weeks there have been almost ten missing persons and they're all linked to this guy." Fuller threw the papers on the desk where a mug shot was clipped to the top of the stack. The criminal photographed was a young male, looking to be in his early thirties with short dark hair and a husky frame. The crew huddled around the picture, Ioki being the first take a glance.

"Yeah I heard about this guy," Ioki said while shaking his finger at the photograph. "He's a priest downtown, isn't he?"

"A priest?" Judy questioned, eyeing Ioki and then looking over to Fuller. "Why would a priest want to kidnap people?"

"That's just it," Fuller sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "We don't know. People have tried to press charges but he gets off the hook every time. No one has any evidence to charge him; no one knows what he does. We don't even know where he's taking these people, but we know it's him."

"Sounds like he's got a good grip on crime." Hanson mentioned. He nudged Penhall's arm and handed him the (now empty) candy wrapper. "Throw that away, would ya?" Penhall gave Hanson a long but playful glare and then tossed it into the wastebasket along with his.

"Sounds like one of those nutso folks you see on TV every Sunday morning." Penhall mentioned.

"We don't know what he's capable of," Fuller said as he picked up the file. He tossed it to Hanson. "But he's been picking up homeless people by the shelter downtown. Hanson, I want you and Penhall to take this. Be real careful, would you? Call us when you find out something, and don't hesitate in asking for back up. By the looks of it, this guy could bite off more than he can chew, and we can't take any chances."

Hanson and Penhall looked at each other and then nodded briefly to Fuller, who then went back to his desk. Sliding off of the desk, Hanson grabbed Penhall's arm and started for the door.

"C'mon, Doug." Hanson said. "You're gonna buy me breakfast."

Penhall grumbled under his breath and allowed himself to be dragged throughout the office. Once they reached the stairwell, Penhall started to pat his pockets, on the side and in the back. He stopped suddenly, causing Hanson to jerk to an abrupt hault.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh," Penhall started. "I uh left my wallet in my desk." Then that classic, sheepish smile stretched across his face. "Could you spot me a few bucks?"

"Alright." Hanson sighed, quickly checking to make sure he had his own wallet. "Alright, but you owe me."

Penhall wrapped an arm around Hanson's shoulders, that sheepish smile now widely spread and joyfully expressed.

"Thanks, buddy." Penhall chirped. "Friends always right?"

"Yeah, yeah. Just as long as you buy me some candy."

"You tryin' to flirt?" Penhall asked, his eyes somewhat widened.

"Yeah because you're so irresistible – NO you pinhead." Hanson laughed. "To replace what you stole from me."

"When you say it like that, you make me out to be some kind of moocher."

"Did you pay for the candy?" Hanson asked.

"No."

"Was it yours?"

"Well I ate it, so…"

"Just get in the car."