My entire day was scheduled to only fill out boring paperwork. Fuller has been getting on my ass about finishing them lately, so I told him that I wouldn't take another assignment until I had nothing on my desk. I hoped to get it all done in one day.

With this office day, I decided to wear something comfortable. Grey t-shirt and plain denim overalls. I always opt for comfort over style so this wasn't new.

Tom stood at my desk, trying to distract me. He wore his uniform, complete with the dorky hat that we all tease him about. He kept interrupting my thoughts by cracking jokes, spouting random numbers when I was trying to concentrate, and popping bubbles with his gum.

"Hey, if you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?" He asked, one of the many dumb jokes of the morning.

I put my pencil down and planted my elbow on the desk and I propped my chin in my hands. I asked while trying not to smile amusingly at him, "are you going to do this all day?"

All Tom did was wink at me with a scrunch of his nose and his mouth open. He continued chewing his gum, and I laughed and rolled my eyes before I got back to work.

"He annoying you, Mick?" Doug asked, puffing out his chest as he walked up to Tom.

"What's it to you?" Tom asked with the same energy.

"I'm the Head of Security around here, Hanson. If you're annoying my officers, I might have to ask you to leave," he joked.

Tom raised his eyebrows to ask, "you're the Head of Security?"

He grunted, "unofficially."

"I can see it," I sided with him.

"Why?" Tom asked.

Judy agreed, "he's more... sturdy."

"And, I can kick your ass, Hanson," Doug stated.

"Oh, yeah?" Tom asked.

"Yeah."

"Your ego is writing checks your body can't cash."

"Let's see what you got, old timer," Doug said.

"Bring it on, Pepperface. Let's go," Tom said to Doug, getting into a wrestling stance.

"Pepperface?" Doug was thrown off but copied his stance. Then, Doug lunged at Tom and they fell to the ground by my desk. I stood up to see them rolling around until Tom somehow managed to get back on his feet again.

He stood right in front of me with a pleased smile across his face. Then, Doug stood up and snaked his arm around Tom's neck, and his expression changed so fast, it made me laugh. He gripped Doug's elbow with one hand, and with the other he reached out to me. His eyes widened and he began to move his lips like he was going to speak, but nothing came out. All I did was lean backwards slightly. Tom yelped when they slipped back and he landed on Doug. They started wrestling again on the ground, with Doug not releasing Tom's neck.

"What are you doing?" Tom asked, wiggling under his grasp.

"I'm gonna choke you out," Doug gasped out.

"Okay." Tom sounded unbothered.

"You know what, I've been wanting to watch two people fight and I think that you idiots are perfect," I joked.

"You're going out, dude, you're going to sleep. Good night, dude. Good night, bitch," Doug said with a tight voice.

Suddenly, Doug released Tom. Confused, Tom sat up and looked back to see that Doug had actually choked himself out. Thankfully, he was still breathing but his eyes were open which was disturbing.

Tom put his hands on his knees and sat up to look up at everyone. "Your Head of Security just choked himself out."

"You two need to stop the q-tip when there's resistance," I said sarcastically while bringing an imaginary q-tip up to my ear.

I nearly jumped out of my seat when Fuller's office door burst open and his voice shook the building, "Hanson!"

We all froze and looked up at each other in fear. Especially Tom. He scrambled up to his feet, put his hat back on, and leaned his hand against my desk, trying to act nonchalant.

Fuller came marching out and said firmly, "please tell me a lunatic just called me and told me ridiculous lies about you."

Tom waited a beat before he questioned, "back up..."

"Tell me what the hell you were doing at three o'clock in the morning last night." Fuller's eyes were stern and fixated on Tom.

"Let's see... I did some shots of brown liquor, ate a bowl of sugar, field-dressed a cat, played with shot guns..." he listed off sarcastically.

"Hanson." Fuller was fuming.

"Huh? What?" Doug asked, waking back up. Judy silently tapped his head and helped him back to his feet and whispered something to him, catching him up on the conversation while I leaned over to hand him my water bottle so he could drink some water.

"I was out, Cap'n," Tom said, "what's all the fuss?"

"I just got a phone call that one of my officers was arrested for public drunkness last night," he snapped, "and escaped."

"Are you sure that wasn't Penhall?" He asked, pointing over at him.

"Hey!" Doug shouted and took a sip of water.

"You gave them your badge," Fuller stated with his arms crossed.

"Hey, come on, I have an alibi," he said while walking back to his own desk. "I'll show you my badge..." he started to dig through his bag.

"What's your alibi?" Fuller asked.

"I was bowling until three, maybe three-thirty," he said.

"What you're saying is very dorky," I deadpanned.

"Hey, hey, bowling is cool," Tom defended himself, somehow with a straight face.

"What alley is open until three o'clock in the morning?" Fuller asked.

"The owner owed me a favor," Tom said while he kept searching through his bag. "Damn... I can't find my badge."

"That's because the folks over at Twin Peaks Police Department have it," Fuller said firmly.

I know Tom very well now. I could tell you his favorite movies, his favorite music, his likes and his dislikes. I know that he would never do this, so that's why I joked, "damn, Tom, what did you do?"

"Identity theft is not a joke, Mickey. Millions of families suffer every year," he said in his panic.

"Tom... you are on suspension until further notice," Fuller said.

"Oh, come on Cap, that's a little harsh," I said.

"He snuck out of jail!" Fuller snapped.

"Innocent until proven guilty," I said.

"He's guilty enough for me."

"That don't sound like Hanson," Penhall said with a tight glare. It wasn't Tom's fault that he choked himself out.

"Thank you!" Tom said, lifting his arms up in the air.

"Yeah, well, there's a lot of questionable things you've done, Hanson, that I didn't think you were capable of," Fuller stated. He still wasn't very happy with Tom skipping work to be with his friend Russel Buckins. I don't think he will ever let that go.

"I'm sure it's just a misunderstanding," I said. I got up from my chair and grabbed my coat. "Tom and I will run over there and get this taken care of."

"Thank you, someone who believes me," Tom said.

"I'm coming with," Fuller agreed.

We all took separate cars to the Twin Peaks Police Station, where we met with the arresting officer. The officer did not recognize Tom at all, until she brought out his badge.

"So, this is not the guy you arrested last night?" Fuller asked for clarification.

The officer nodded. "No. The Thomas Hanson I arrested was a teenager."

I noticed that Tom side-eyed Fuller, probably biting his tongue to avoid saying, I told you so.

Fuller nodded. "I want the mug shot of this kid."

The officer left to grab the mug shot and when she came back, we all got a decent look at it. The kid looked a lot like Tom, they could be cousins or brothers, so it was not surprising that he managed to fool people with the false identification. He should not have been able to fool cops though. Fuller asked how many high schools were in the city.

"Two, but one is closed for maintenance so those kids are all together at South Coast High School," she answered.

Fuller turned to us and said, "I want you both to go to South Coast and bring this kid in for questioning. I want to know when he got Hanson's badge, and why. Got it?"

"Okey-dokey," Tom said and took his badge back.

We all left and Tom and I arrived at the school at the same time. On our way in, we decided that I would go in undercover, but Tom would go in as a cop since he was already in uniform. We arrived at the front office and we showed them our badges, and I requested permission that I sneak into the classrooms to find the kid. They allowed it, so I was going from room to room, posing as a student with an office note while Tom was in the office, searching for the kid in an old yearbook.

I finally found him in a silent class that was doing an assignment. The teacher looked up at me and asked, "what can I do for you?"

"I need..." I pointed to the kid. "Him. I need him."

"Can he come next period? He is finishing an assignment," the teacher said. The kid looked up at me, but he did not seem to realize why I was there.

I brandished the note from the office and said, "principal wants to see you."

The kid finally got up and followed me into the hallway. He looked so similar to Tom, but not enough to make me think he was Tom. He asked, "are you new?"

"No," I lied but did not go into detail.

"Why haven't I seen you before?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I don't really spend time with criminals."

He looked caught off guard. "What?"

I opened the office door, and Tom turned around with a firm look on his face. He showed the kid his badge and said, "we have to talk, Kurt."

Kurt turned to me but I flashed him my badge too. He looked defeated, so we sat him down in the chair and Tom immediately asked where he got his badge.

He cracked, "you went to that bowling alley that I work at last night."

"Great. You answered where but now answer why," Tom said, leaning forward as he put his elbows on his knees.

"I wanted booze." He shrugged. "No one would have doubted me if I showed them a police badge."

Tom asked, "you know that it is illegal to impersonate a police officer?"

"I do now."

"Come on, kid, I'm taking you down town," Tom said and gripped at the kids arm.

Tom escorted him out of the office, and into his car. I trailed behind slowly, deciding to give Tom some space. He was really going to lay into this kid on the way to the station. I'm just glad I'm not him.