Disclaimer: I do not own 21 Jump Street. I just wish I did...

This will be my first Fan Fiction… Please be nice and Read and Review a lot!! I have not written anything to do with a story about anything in a long time so as much as I love criticism, I would also like to remind you that I have feelings too, with that said… READ AWAY!!

He heard it snap… no, he felt it snap. His rib cage ached as his knees began to buckle. Tom Hanson felt a gasp escape his lips. The continued barrage of punches, kicks and slaps was wearing on the under cover police officer. He was sure that Doug should have been here by now. Where was his friend. They were in this together... the "McQuaid's." Yet the man who had been the closest thing to a brother to him was nowhere to be found. With his cover blown he knew that he desperately needed him. He felt the iron grip of two sets of hands hoist him back up to his feet again.

"Now Copper…" the voice, dripping with distane, pierced his ears. "You ARE going to tell me where you all took my little brother."

Grant Olsen was the oldest boy in the school. Tom was pretty sure that the "ox" had flunked at least three grades before he finally just dropped out. He and his brothers Dustin and Lance had been hustling students and filtering drugs into the schools for about a year now. Hanson and Penhall had been assigned to this case to nail the person responsible. It was because of this assignment that Tom and Doug had stumbled onto their gun smuggling ring.

"I don't know what your talking about. " Tom's voice trailed off. He was feeling so weak. He knew that Lance was missing but did not know where he was. That apparently was not the answer that Grant had wanted to here. He kneed the distressed officer in the stomach again. Tom gasped and cried out. Tom knew that he could not take much more than he had already been dealt out. Where was Doug... Why had he not shown up for school today? Tom tried desperately to suck in a deep breath but sank to his knees when he could only feel pain in his damaged right side.

The men holding Tom up let him fall to the ground. Tom coughed as he tried to suck in much needed oxygen. Grants goons then grabbed Hanson by the wrists and cuffed them in front of him. Roughly they dragged the young officer to his feet. Tom tried to keep his composure while staring back at the man standing in front of him. Tom wanted to look tough but all he felt was week. HE knew that he looked so week. Tom felt sick and cold. He could barely see out of his right eye due to a growing bruise. His lip was split he could taste the saltiness of the blood. Tom's chin sagged into his chest as he was feeling like he could drop at any minute. Grant lifted Tom's face to look at him. Tom's bangs hung wildly against his forehead. Tom glared through the sweat soaked hair at the man invading his personal space. Grant looked at the young mans battered face and then into Tom's eyes and laughed.

"Get him out of my sight" Grant turned around and walked away.

The two men half dragged, half carried Tom down several long dingy hallways and finally to a long staircase. They drug the injured officer down the steps to a second door. Unlocking the door they shoved the massive metal entryway open. There was a second set of about 10 steps down into a dank dimly lit pit. All at once the two men shoved the unsuspecting officer down the stairs.

Tom's body lunged forward. Terrified he gasped and let a cry escape as he hit and bounced off of the first steps. He tried futilely to stop himself from falling. He felt something sending shocks through his wrist and arm as he continued to roll down to the bottom. The next hit slammed into Tom's back winding him. He choked as he desperately tried to gulp in precious air. His eyes wide with fear as he mercifully finally stopped at the bottom. Tom lay on the floor on his stomach finally able to breath. Tom lift his hands to his head trying to stop the world from spinning. He felt so sick. He squeezed his eyes together tightly as a tear escaped down the side of his cheek. Tom tried to get to his knees only to loose his strength in his arms and collapse again onto the ground. His left wrist was burning and the handcuffs digging into it as swelling began to set in.

"OH GOD!!" Tom cried out. He rolled onto his side cradling his wrist close to his body. He knew he had a broken rib and thought that his wrist was broken. "Doug where are you..."

A set of hands reached down and grabbed him pulling at his blue jeans jacket. That was the last thing Tom saw before the world went black.

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