Disclaimer: I am doing this story for fun, not for profit. Cannell and Hasbrough own everything related to "21 Jump Street." This story takes place after "Next Victim" in the third season.

Grayson High School, Afternoon

Two scruffy looking punks trailed behind a well built, red haired cheerleader. The smaller of the pair sighed as the campus clock bonged out the half-hour.

"How long is that girl gonna keep goin'? Lunch will be over soon!" The small punk complained.

"Don't remind me, Tommy!" His larger companion held his stomach. "I'm starving to death!" He searched his pockets. "Tommy, do you have anything to eat on you?"

Tom Hanson pulled out a stick of gum and a crushed packet of half-melted gummi bears. "Help yourself, Doug," He held out the "food." Doug Penhall grabbed the gummi bears while his partner and best friend popped the gum into his mouth.

The cheerleader spun around and snapped her fingers. "McQuaids!" she yelled. The "McQuaids" jogged up to her. She wrinkled her nose at the pair. "Math is in ten minutes and I want to stop at the girl's room to fix up my makeup."

"Your make up looks fine, Miss Kerri," Hanson sighed, dreading having to stand right outside the girl's bathroom for any length of time.

"It has to be extra fine!" She snapped. "Mr. Cannon is a total hottie!"

"Yes, Miss Kerri," Penhall and Hanson sighed in unison. It would do them no good to fight with her. Kerri turned and minced away on new high heels.

"Why didn't Booker get this assignment?" Penhall hissed.

"Miss Kerri thought he looked to devilish," Hanson answered.

"And, we are guarding her from . . ."

"Who ever is stalking her and killed her cousin," Hanson groaned. "You read the file just like I did."

Penhall frowned as he remembered the case. Kerri Tessa's cousin, Ami, died a month ago after opening a package containing a large pipe bomb. Weeks before receiving the fatal present, Ami reported receiving threatening letters and phone calls and obscene gifts. She also claimed that a dark blue van had followed her on several occasions. According to police reports, a dark blue van was spotted by witnesses fleeing from Ami's house just moments before the blast.

Only a day after her cousin's funeral, Kerri received her first threatening letter. Her father, one of Seattle's wealthiest businessmen, ordered the Chief of Police to assign two undercover officers to guard Kerri until the stalker was caught. Kerri and her father went to Jump Street Chapel to hand pick the bodyguards. Judy Hoffs, the only female on the team, was quickly discarded. Kerri rejected Dennis Booker, the newest member of the team, because his wild black hair and sharp eyes made him "too scary". Harry Ioki, Booker's partner, was discarded also. The only officers left were Hanson and Penhall. Kerri originally laughed when she saw the small and slender Tom Hanson until she saw Doug Penhall. The two officers choose to use the "McQuaid Brothers" as their alias, much to Kerri's dismay.

Kerri paused on the sidewalk to adjust her purse. A dark blue van, matching the descriptions in the police reports, pulled up beside her. Hanson nudged his partner and whispered, "Isn't that the van . . .?"

"Yeah. Let's go!" Doug yelled and the pair ran to Kerri. Just then, a hulking man with a broken nose jumped out of the suspect van and grabbed Kerri.

"HELP! MCQUAIDS!" Kerri screamed. All activity on the school campus stopped. Kerri struggled against her attacker.

"Freeze!" Hanson yelled as he pulled out his gun. He tried to get a clear shot at the assailant, but failed. The small cop launched a flying tackle and slammed into the man's back. The attacker dropped Kerri, who scrambled away from the fight. Before Hanson could try to subdue the man, the at tacker grabbed Hanson by the arms and threw him into a nearby trash bin. Hanson struggled to get out of the smelly can.

"Big mistake, freak!" Penhall snarled and took the stalker down. Penhall slapped cuffs on the man. "You have the right to remain silent . . ." Doug read the man his rights.

"Penhall, get me outta here!" Hanson cried out from the trash can.

Penhall rolled his eyes and cuffed the man to a signpost. Then, Doug picked up his soiled partner and set him gently on his feet. Both officers brushed at the refuge that clung to Hanson.

"You okay, Tom?" Penhall asked.

"I stink, but I'm okay," Tom sighed. Kerri wrinkled her nose at the officer. "Radio Detective Kasey, then let's go."

Penhall took out his walkie-talkie and called for the detective who was in charge of the Tessa case. The stalker, his wallet claimed him to be Chuck Paulson, struggled against the handcuffs.

"Lemme go! I ain't done nothin'! You don't have no right to keep me!" Paulson wailed.

"Well, we can bust you on illegal use of a double negative," Hanson teased. He looked into the van and turned off the engine. He glanced over at the front passenger seat. "Hello!" Hanson exclaimed. He poked at a large pipe bomb that sat on the seat with the seatbelt around it. "Penhall, get the bomb squad here!" The young officer barked. He backed away from the van. Penhall gathered up the stalker and scrambled away. Hanson grabbed Kerri's arm.

"You're filthy!" Kerri yelled. "Don't you dare touch me!" She jerked her arm away.

"Listen," Hanson growled. "That van has a large bomb in it! Now, come on!" He pulled her away. Kerri sulked but obeyed. The school's principal stormed out of the building.

"What is going on?" The principal demanded.

"Evacuate the school to the football field!" Hanson ordered. The principal stiffened his back.

"Now, just a minute, young man . . ."

"I'm a cop!" Hanson flashed his badge. Penhall displayed his also. "That van," Hanson pointed to the van. "Contains a large pipe bomb!" Hanson handed Kerri over to the principal.

Behind the principal, a gaggle of students gathered. Penhall shoved the stalker to Hanson and rushed towards the crowd. "Move it, monkeys!" Penhall shoed away a small group of students that had ventured too close to the van. The teens scattered back to the steps of the school building. The principal took charge of his students and lead them away from the front of the school building; taking them to the football field, on the far side of the campus. Kerri followed with her small clique of social equals.

Hanson struggled with the stalker as Paulson watched the object of his obsession stroll away. The stalker, fueled by insane rage, slammed the smaller cop around. Penhall jumped and knocked the stalker down.

"Get off me!" Hanson gasped from the bottom of the pile. Penhall sheepishly stood up and hulled up the prisoner. Hanson picked himself off the ground. "Why me?" Hanson moaned. Penhall smiled sympathetically at his partner.

Just then, Detective Kasey and the bomb squad pulled up. Chuck Paulson was frisked and taken away. Hanson and Penhall spoke briefly with the bomb squad, then left.

Jump Street Chapel

Hanson and Penhall entered the chapel with a gust of warm spring wind. Ioki held his nose as the "McQuaid brothers" strolled pass his desk.

"What happened to you?" Ioki asked Hanson and picked off a piece of moldy pepperoni.

"We caught the stalker," Hanson answered.

Hoffs and Booker stood downwind of Hanson. "Tom," Hoffs waved her hand infront of her face. "Did you roll in the garbage before you came here? You stink!" Booker and Ioki snickered behind their hands. Hanson growled and stormed off to the showers. Penhall smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Then, he followed his friend downstairs.

In the locker room, Hanson pulled off his soiled clothing and kicked them down a laundry chute.

"Today's Wednesday, right?" Hanson asked Penhall as the larger man entered.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well, Wednesday evening the laundry is sent out to be cleaned," Hanson grabbed a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap from his locker. Penhall glanced in his friend's locker. A pair of gray jogging pants hung next to Hanson's summer uniform. Scuffed sneakers hung out of the bottom.

"Yo, Tom," Penhall called out. "You need a tee shirt? I've got an extra one in my locker."

"Thanks, Doug," Hanson answered. Penhall snagged a tee shirt from his locker and put it in Hanson's. Then, Penhall left his friend to shower in peace.

Hanson winced as the hot water hit his body. The fight with Paulson had left him bruised and scraped. He lathered up his washcloth and carefully cleaned out the small cuts. He hissed from the sting of soap and the hot shower.

Upstairs Penhall got a soda from the old machine near the windows. He plopped down into his chair and yawned. Captain Adam Fuller stepped out of his office and scanned the room, as was his habit. He did a double take when he saw Penhall at his desk.

"Penhall, what in the devil are you doing here?" Fuller demanded. "You and Hanson are supposed to be guarding Kerri Tessa!"

"We caught the bad guy, Coach," Penhall sat up. Fuller leaned close to the officer as Penhall recounted what happened, including Hanson's entrapment in the garbage bin. Fuller grinned and stood up.

"Well, looks like you and Hanson got another collar," Fuller smiled proudly. Just then, the telephone on Penhall's desk rang. Fuller picked it up. "Hello, Jump Street Chapel, Fuller speaking."

"Fuller? This is Lieutenant Ingremme from 88th Precinct," Ingremme said.

"Hello, Lieutenant. What can I do for you?"

"I was just calling to ask why your officers are doing our Precinct's work," Ingremme growled in Fuller's ear.

"Kerri Tessa was attacked and my men were assigned to protect her. They did their job," Fuller said.

"Unlike you," Penhall said under his breath. Fuller choked on sudden laughter.

"Captain Fuller, the Tessa murder case was ours. We don't go down to Jump Street and tell you how to bust your little punks," Ingremme pointed out.

"Thank goodness you don't," Penhall commented after he hit the button for the speakerphone. Ioki, Hoffs, and Booker snickered. Fuller raised an eyebrow at the officers. Penhall tried to put on an innocent look, but failed.

"Lieutenant Ingremme, thank you for your call of congratulations and good luck on your cases," Fuller said, then hung up. Ioki high-fived his captain.

"Good job, Coach!"

A clean Hanson finally emerged from the showers. Penhall's shirt hung around Hanson's thin frame, brushing his knees. Booker snorted with laughter when he saw that the shirt was a shockingly bright pink with a dewy-eyed bunny on the front. Hanson's longish brown hair flopped in his face. Hoffs and Ioki giggled behind their hands. Hanson glared at his friend as he sat down at his desk.

"Sorry," Penhall whispered. "I forgot which shirts I had in there. It was either that one or a bright yellow smiley face!" Hanson winced and pulled out a pen and a stack of forms. He gritted his teeth as he and Penhall began to fill out the numerous forms required after a collar.

Detective Kasey's car

Chuck Paulson quietly worked his handcuffs open as Detective Kasey drove from the Grayson campus. He had been frisked by one of Kasey's men before being loaded in the car, but he had managed to hide a sharp, flat knife from the fuzz. He pulled out his knife and quickly slit Kasey's throat. The detective died quietly and quickly. Officer Regina, Kasey's new partner, uttered a cry of despair as he tried to pull out his gun. Paulson snatched it from the rookie and shot him in the head. The car spun out of control and crashed into an abandoned building.

Paulson crawled out of the wreckage and hurried off before the police could be alerted to this situation. He hurried off to his apartment, which was close to the crash site. He scurried up the half-rotted steps that lead up through the dilapidated building.

His apartment, number 205, held all of the bombs he spent his days lovingly creating and perfecting. A recent gossip column, the last one written by Russell Buckins, sat on the kitchen table with the article about the Jump Street program highlighted. The words "Death to Jump Street's Pigs!" decorated the margins in Paulson's shaky handwriting. The mad man's eyes narrowed as he remembered following Hanson and Penhall to Jump Street Chapel day in and day out as they guarded Kerri Tessa. He cased the Chapel grounds unnoticed by the police officers there. He knew of the only unguarded area in the Chapel and now he was going to exploit that weakness to gain his revenge.

Paulson tenderly placed all of his beautiful bombs in a hand carved trunk. The ten pipe bombs, deadly alone, together had the power to level a building, especially an old one like Jump Street Chapel. He gingerly carried the box to his car and strapped it into the front seat.

"Patience, my lovelies," He purred to the bombs. "Soon, soon, we'll be there."

Jump Street Chapel, several hours later

Hanson and Penhall hunched over their desks, filling out the mountains of paperwork they had to have done before they could call it a night.

"Paper work, punishment for a clean collar!" Penhall growled as his hand cramped up. Hoffs giggled at her friend. A basketball flew over Penhall's head. Hoffs grabbed it and threw it into the basketball hoop.

"Two points!" She gloated. Booker, feeling cocky as usual, had challenged Hoffs to a little game of one on one with the loser buying dinner.

"Looks like you're buying dinner, Dennis!" Ioki sniggered.

Dennis Booker glared at Ioki as Hoffs passed him the ball. He went for a lay up, but missed. The ball bounced off the rim and slammed onto Penhall's desk. Triplicate papers flew into the air.

"DAMMIT!" Penhall yelled. A stack of papers slipped under Penhall's desk. The large cop knelt under his desk to grab the papers. Ioki snatched the papers that floated in the air. Hanson looked up from his work with an eyebrow raised in question. Then, the small cop returned to his work. Booker stood still, blushing furiously. Hoffs stuck her tongue out at Booker.

"I win," She whispered in his ear.

Before Booker could retort, the phone on Penhall's desk rang. He reached over and snagged it. "Jump Street Chapel, Officer Dennis Booker speaking."

"This is Lieutenant Ingremme! I need to speak with either Officer Hanson or Penhall immediately. It's urgent!"

"Hold on, I'll transfer you," Booker pressed a button on Penhall's phone. "Yo, Tom, call!" He called out.

Hanson laid down his pen and picked up the phone. "Hanson speaking," He said into the mouthpiece.

"Hanson, this is Lieutenant Ingremme. Chuck Paulson escaped from Detective Kasey and killed her and Officer Regina," Ingremme said hurriedly.

"What?" Hanson yelped. All the activity in the Chapel stopped. All eyes turned to the young cop. "When did this happen?"

"We don't know. A sweep of Paulson's apartment turned up no bombs, but an article about the Jump Street program with the words "Death to Jump Street's Pigs!" written on it was found. Along with materials to make more bombs."

"Was the article written by a Russell Buckins?" Hanson interrupted.

"Yes."

"Son of a bitch!" Hanson growled.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry."

"Anyway, alert your captain and your partner. We have an APB out on Paulson, but we have no idea where he is."

"You think he's heading towards Jump Street?"

"It's very likely," Ingremme said.

Hanson didn't bother with a good bye. He hung up the phone, then stood up. Fuller had came out of his office when he heard Hanson swear.

"What is going on?" Fuller demanded.

"Paulson escaped from police custody and the suits downtown think he's heading here with some bombs," Hanson reported to his captain. Before Fuller could respond, the phone rang again.

Jump Street Chapel Basement

Paulson gloated as he put the finishing connections onto his "mega" pipe bomb. He set the timer, then dialed a number on his mobile phone.

Chapel Main Room

"Jump Street Chapel, Officer Hanson speaking." Hanson answered the phone on the first ring.

"Hello, little pig, little pig."

"Paulson?" Hanson asked.

"You know my name? I'm honored, little pig."

"Paulson, why are you doing this?" Hanson asked as Fuller motioned to keep the bomber talking.

"You took away my lovely, sweet Kerri. That was very naughty of you, little pig," Paulson sulked. Then, Paulson brightened up. "There is a bomb at 12 Jump Street," He giggled. "You have an hour to find it and disarm it! Good luck, little pig!" He hung up.

"Dammit!" Hanson slammed the phone down. The other officers looked over at their friend. "That was Paulson. He said that there is a bomb at 12 Jump Street . . ." Hanson's voice trailed off as he paled. "Oh, god, 12 Jump Street is that old lot at the corner! The bomb is here!"

The old church rumbled as the timer ran down to zero. The blast ripped through Jump Street Chapel. Twisted chunks of metal and brick hurled through the air, slamming into nearby buildings. Stained glass windows shattered and fell as a deadly rain over the smoking crater that had been Jump Street Chapel.