Based on the episode Gotta Finish the Riff

For the past month, we have been assigned elsewhere throughout the city since Captain Briody closed the Jump Street program. After Jenko's death, the program was suspended. I had not seen my team since the funeral. We called each other a few times, but we were all so busy at different times. Judy tried to plan a night where we could all get dinner together, but it fell through.

The Jump Street program was all I knew. In fact, Jenko came up with the concept of Jump Street with me in mind. When I was a kid, I used to get into some trouble here and there. I lived with Jenko for a bit, which helped steer me into a career in law enforcement. Child is the father of man, is how Jenko used to put it. Who knows what would have happened if I kept going down the wrong path. With that, Jenko brought the idea of Jump Street to Briody and he really liked it.

One morning, I was getting ready for work and I received a phone call from Captain Briody. He informed me that he wanted me to go to the chapel instead of my usual post because he wanted to hold an important meeting for us.

I parked in the back parking lot of the chapel and looked up at the stairs that led to the back door. I was wearing my normal police uniform, with a thick leather jacket that is complete with the police badge on the side. I got a new curling iron a few weeks ago so hair was loose and curly over my shoulders. It felt strange being here dressed as a uniformed police officer. Jenko used to threaten to write people up if they came to the chapel in uniform.

I walked into the chapel and the first thing I saw the 1930s Gilmore Red Lion gas pump with the old school bubble. Jenko bought it at an old estate sale years ago that he kept up against the wall. It made me miss him. Then I saw Tom and Judy talking. I instantly smiled after seeing my friends, and I walked up to the duo.

"Mickey," Tom greeted. He pulled me into a tight hug and I closed my eyes. I hugged him back, never wanting to let go. I felt him give me a friendly peck on my cheek.

"So, you got orders from Briody too, huh?" Judy asked after I greeted her with a hug too.

"Yeah," I said. I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket and said, "it's about time too. They had me working over on Elm Street. Apparently some parents were bugging out that their kids were sneaking out at night, so I was assigned to watch their windows. What about you?"

"For the last month, I've been standing on a street corner in a see-through blouse and black stockings," Judy said with a slight eye roll.

"Vice?" I asked, and she nodded. Vice is concerned with immoral activities, which includes prostitution, gambling, and porn. Judy and I are usually assigned to the department that focuses on busting those involved with prostitution, while Doug and Ioki are usually put into the gambling scene. I've always wanted to bust gamblers, but Jenko always joked that I needed to practice my poker face first.

I smiled and sniffed at the memory of Jenko and looked around the building. His interior decorating was enough to make any interior designer immediately quit their job. I could see Jenko's ghost everywhere. I cleared my throat and asked, "what about you, Hanson?"

"Me? I worked up at headquarters," he said. "Sitting behind a desk, typing out requisition forms."

"Sounds exciting," I joked and smacked my bright pink gum.

Ioki came through the door, having overheard us and he said, "hey, no sympathy from me, Hanson." He tossed his jacket on a table and continued, "I must have wrote about 4,000 parking tickets since the program got shut down."

The sound of tires squealing filled the chapel, followed by the sound of banging and clanging. We all looked at each other and laughed, "Penhall."

Doug came waltzing in with a black helmet on his head and he said in a loud voice, "Ioki, did you put those trash cans in my spot?"

"Well, it's good to see you mellowed out there, Doug," Tom said sarcastically.

"Well, that's what happens when you risk your life in the field, man," Doug said as he walked up to us and took his helmet off and put it near Ioki's jacket.

"Ready for summer, Doug?" I asked.

"Oh, you bet. I even got some time off. I saw that second Beverley Hills Cop movie this month... or at least I dreamt it." Doug clapped hands with Ioki and said, "heard you was working traffic."

"Huah," Ioki exclaimed just as Briody was coming through the door. I kept my mouth shut once I saw him walk in.

Doug turned to Tom. "HQ, what a walk in the park. Me?" He took a step back and struck a pose. "Motorcycle division."

"Secure it, Penhall," Briody said. We all turned to him and he said, "can we get started here?"

"Yeah, what's up, Captain?" Tom asked. "Why all the mystery?"

All Briody did was point for us to follow him.

We all set our things on the table that Jenko used to deliver our assignments at, and we sat down. I kicked my feet up on the table and I anxiously chewed on the edge of my pinky nail.

"Look, I know when Captain Jenko was killed, I told you guys that the Jump Street program was gonna be dismantled. It was Jenko's idea from the beginning, and I think we all agreed that without him, it wouldn't be as effective."

"That's right," Tom said sternly. "And it won't be."

Briody put his jacket on and continued, "and the best thing for everyone would be to mainstream back into the department as regular rookie officers."

"Is this how the dinosaurs felt before the asteroid hit?" I asked rhetorically. I felt like we were all about to be fired or permanently reassigned throughout the department. I could not imagine having to work with anyone else but my team. I really don't want to go back to the position I have been assigned for the past month.

"But?" Penhall asked, resting his chin on his helmet to get Briody to continue on with his news.

"But the mayor has reviewed the program. And, well, he likes it—finally. Thinks it helps the image of police officers as concerned public servants."

"Must be an election year," Judy said.

Briody nodded. "Continuing with it might be a political consideration, yes. But either way, he's behind Jump Street now. Look, you guys are good cops. We all know that Jenko's idea helped a lot of kids."

"That's because Jenko was one of a kind," Tom said.

"Yeah, he was," Briody said. "But that doesn't mean we shouldn't continue with the program."

"Come on now." Tom seemed frustrated.

"Come on, what, Hanson?" Briody asked, stopping his speech.

"Look, without Jenko, this thing's gonna be nothing but Charlie's Angels," Tom pointed out.

"You wanna give me a break, Hanson? Or do you want to get back to that desk at headquarters?"

"What I want is for the mayor to realize he can't just plug some new guy into a program like this. I mean, who's gonna run it? You?" Tom asked.

"I don't have the wardrobe," Briody said. He grabbed a chair and spun it around so he could rest his elbows against the back. "Adam Fuller. Guy's a captain. Transferred out of the 16th Precinct. Before that, he was NYPD. Spent eleven years undercover."

"Yeah, probably gonna tell us that he was in Serpico's graduating class," Ioki said.

Briody scoffed before he said, "look, you guys don't have to like this, but you signed on as professional police officers, and I expect you to act like it."

I glanced around the table at my fellow officers, seeing that all of us were not pleased about the situation. I think we all mutually agreed that without Jenko, none of us wanted to be apart of it. I crossed my arms, and popped my gum aggressively.

"Got a problem, Gregg?" Briody asked. He knew me too well.

"I was with him since the beginning. This program started with Jenko, and it should end with Jenko," I stated my opinion. "Not only was he our captain, but he was our friend."

"I know how close units can get," Briody said with a soft sigh. "But I think that Jenko would have wanted you guys to keep helping out those kids. They really need you guys."

I was about to say something snarky back, but he was right. Jenko would have wanted us to keep the program alive and continue his legacy. I kept my mouth shut and leaned back in my chair with my feet still on the table.

"Look, Captain, uh, with all due respect, but there's just no way anyone's ever gonna take Jenko's place," Ioki said.

A deep voice made us all snap our heads toward the back door, "oh, I have no intentions of taking Jenko's place."

A man came up behind Briody, wearing a leather jacket and dark sunglasses. He had a black shadow of a beard on his dark chin, and a light turtleneck sweater. He stood nearly a whole head taller than Briody. I gulped, feeling intimidated by who I assumed would be our new captain.

"You want me to stick around?" Briody asked him.

Captain Fuller shook his head.

"Good luck." Briody shook his hand and he left. My eyes followed him as he walked out of the chapel, then I turned my attention to our new captain.

Fuller turned back to us, and took off his sunglasses. I felt like a deer frozen in the headlights. He seemed to be much more professional than Jenko, and his vibe was incredibly cold.

"I heard Jenko was a hell of a cop. And that you guys loved him," Fuller said to us. I looked away from him and peered down at my crossed arms as he continued to speak. "But good cops move on to the next case. So if any of you guys planning on laying around here hanging crepe, there's the door." He pointed to the door behind him.

I looked up at him blankly, and noticed that everyone else was doing that too. No one was ecstatic for a new captain. Especially one who seemed like he was going to be rough and mean. As a New York cop, he is probably going to be tough, cold, and brash.

Fuller snapped his head and pointed at me which stopped my heart for a second. He snapped at me, "Michelle Gregg?"

"Yes, sir."

"Gregg, get your feet off the desk. This is a workplace, not your home."

I immediately put my feet on the floor and straightened up. I was a veteran cop here at Jump Street, and I was so used to things being so relaxed and chill under Jenko. This man meant strict business.

Fuller cleared his throat and his voice went low again when he said, "now I didn't know Jenko, and I'm sure he was a good guy."

"He was a great guy," Tom spoke up. He must have really connected with Jenko after their first meeting. He did not seem like he liked Jenko or Jump Street at all for the first few days.

Fuller paused and locked eyes with Tom before continuing, "okay. But with all due respect, he was apparently as bad an administrator as he was an interior decorator. Hey, you want this place to look this way? Fine. It's your space. But that's my office now. It's open to you guys 24 hours a day. Knock first."

"Any other changes?" Judy asked, not looking up at him until she said, "sir?"

"I'm not in uniform, Hoffs. You don't have to call me sir," Fuller said.

"How did you know her name is Hoffs?" Doug asked curiously.

"I've looked at all your files," Fuller told us. "If she's Michelle Gregg, then she must be Judy Hoffs. Unless I'm mistaken, but I don't think I am."

"Are there going to be any other changes?" Tom asked harshly.

"Well, I do plan to take full advantage of Jump Street's potential, Hanson. So there may be a few."

Fuller finished his speech and told us to get home and to get some rest. He left, and the rest of us gathered our belongings slowly.

"Jenko was the captain for over two years," I said as we were all standing together at the door. "He made us all feel like a family."

"We still are a family," Doug reassured and pulled me into a hug and kissed the side of my head.

"He intimidates me," Judy said in a low voice, as if Fuller could still hear us.

"Is it just me, or does he look exactly like a statue?" I asked.

Ioki nodded. "He looks exactly like a statue."

"He's gonna be a hard ass," Doug stated. "I miss Jenko."

We all murmured in agreement. We locked the chapel doors and walked down to the parking lot together just as Fuller was driving off. We all hugged each other and reassured that everything would be fine. We hopped into our cars, and drove off, not ready for our first day with our new captain the following day.

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The first assignment that Captain Fuller gave me was to catch a kid vandalizing the student lockers at a nearby high school. The kid was an idiot, so the bust was very quick and easy. I was back in the chapel before lunchtime.

Doug and Ioki were running around the chapel, and the church was full of our other undercover officers. Under Fuller's reign, he recruited more officers for Jump Street. We all have our own teams, so we don't really work with them ever. However, he did say that he wanted to see how we worked together so he gave us different partners for our assignments.

"Hey, where's Tom and Judy?" I asked after looking around and not seeing them.

Suddenly, Fuller's office door burst open and he stormed out, carrying his coat over his arm and he put on his sunglasses.

"Are you doing anything, Gregg?" He asked.

"Give me a task, sir," I said.

"Penhall! Ioki! Front and center," he ordered and started to put his coat on.

Doug and Ioki froze before rushing over to us. Fuller grabbed his keys from his pocket and kept walking around frantically, so we followed him. He ordered for us to go with him, and we all packed into his car and drove off.

"What's going on?" I asked from the back seat, sitting beside Ioki.

"Hanson and Hoffs are undercover at Grant High School," Fuller told us while keeping his eyes on the road. "The school has been taken over by the Bloods."

"The gang?" I asked. I've had a few run-ins with that particular gang before, and I've had to arrest a couple of them but I don't know much about them. I don't really do gang infiltrations.

"They're trapped," Fuller said and gunned it to the high school. He proceeded to tell us that Judy and Tom were placed in Grant High to protect the principal, Principal Madigan, from The Bloods, led by Reggie Brooks. Reggie has been to juvie three times already, and now he is eighteen years old. This is the first time he will be tried as an adult for this stunt he is pulling.

We whipped into the parking lot where we could hear the commander shouting through the bullhorn, "attention, this is the SWAT team commander. All law enforcement personnel, take your positions and stand by."

As soon as Fuller turned the car off, we all jumped out and followed Fuller as he ran to the hood of a nearby car that faced the front of the school, kneeling to hide behind it. I looked around, hearing nothing but sirens and the SWAT Commander on the bullhorn. Lights were flashing left and right, as well as annoying reporters and more cops that flooded the area.

There was a man in a suit already squatting by the hood of the car. Fuller said to him, "Ralph?"

"Adam," he greeted.

"This is Ioki, Gregg and Penhall, undercover officers with Jump Street," Fuller briefly introduced us and we shook the mans hand. "This is Ralph Buckley, hostage negotiator."

"How does it look?" Ioki asked with his circle sunglasses on, protecting his dark brown eyes from the overhead sun.

"Brooks is all over the place," Ralph informed us. "He's been screaming on the phone every five minutes."

"Madigan still alive?" Fuller asked.

"Yeah, but Reggie's been working him over pretty good."

"Where they keeping him?" Fuller asked.

"We think the principals office. They've chained every door in the place from the inside."

"All right. Stephens!" Fuller shouted and a random mustached cop came running to his aid. "We're gonna need blueprints of this building right away."

Stephens nodded at his order and ran off. Ralph then revealed to us that they think that there are four or five Bloods in there with Reggie, and they were holding over 200 students hostage.

"You got two undercovers in there, also," Fuller said to him.

"They found one of them already." Ralph flicked a badge onto the hood of the blue car we were hiding behind and he continued, "tossed that out the window."

Fuller grabbed the badge and opened it. He looked up at us and said, "it's Hanson's number."

I absentmindedly took the badge from him and scanned it over and over in my hands. I muttered, "oh my god. Shit."

"That doesn't mean anything," Fuller said to me calmly. I put the badge in my pants pocket so it wouldn't get lost.

"You don't sound so sure," Doug said.

Fuller sighed, "but at least they haven't found out about Hoffs yet."

"Come on, man, we gotta do something," Doug said impatiently.

I looked up when I heard helicopters flying overhead. My brain was running amuck with what could be happening inside of that school. Now that Tom has been found out to be a cop, who knows what they're doing to him in there. For all we know, he could be tied up in a janitors closet, or they already shot him. He could be dead in that school, but we just don't know about it.

"I'm open to suggestions. Why don't you give me the benefit of your many years in the field," Fuller said sarcastically.

"I don't feel good about just standing here while who knows what is happening to Tom and Judy," I stated. I was especially worried for Tom.

"Captain, it's just that Hoffs and Hanson are our friends, all right?" Ioki said firmly.

"Look, I know that, but they're also cops, which means I care about them as much as you do. Look, before we make a move, we've got to find out what that kid wants. Once we find out what he wants, who knows? Maybe I'll have something for you guys to do," Fuller said.

"Send me in," I immediately suggested. "Give me a walkie or a wire, and you can hear what he's saying to me."

"He'll probably frisk you for that sort of thing," Ralph said.

"It's too risky. I don't want to send in anymore of my officers than I have to." Fuller turned to Ralph and asked, "you check all these exits?"

"Yeah," he answered.

Fuller began listing different areas of the building that the Bloods may have forgotten to lock. I glanced back over at the school, my thoughts were drowning out his voice. Ralph finally said, "all of them. Tight as a drum."

The sky grew dark and I had to dodge reporters left and right. I was getting sick and tired of waiting. I came back to the car and saw that Ralph was on the phone. He put the receiver down and said, "he's got a demand."

Fuller took the phone and said into it, "Brooks? Captain Fuller here."

I couldn't hear what Brooks was saying, but I steadied my breath to be as quiet as possible. I looked toward Doug, who was doing the same thing.

"And what do we get?" Fuller asked. We were all holding our breaths as he waited for his answer. Then he said, "all right, deal. But you can forget about the beer, Reggie."

Fuller hung up and told us that Reggie wanted twenty boxes of pizza in exchange for releasing the entire sophomore class.

"Are we gonna give it to him?" Doug asked with his eyebrows raised.

I huffed and said, "this is ridiculous. Our teammates are getting worked over in there as we speak, and we are sitting out here doing nothing. I've had it. I'm going in there whether you like it or not."

I only got a couple of steps away and Fuller grabbed my arm. His eyes glared down at me, and he did not look pleased with my back talking. Finally, he said, "Gregg. I want you to get the pizza. Put on the uniform, and we will send you in to make the delivery."

"What about Doug? He looks more believable to be a pizza man anyways," Ioki said which earned him a glare from Doug. "No offense."

"Because Reggie's got a thing for hot-looking ladies and I don't think he would go for Penhall in a wig," Fuller said and let go of my arm. "Besides, I know that you're gonna go in there anyway, might as well try to make sure you come back out alive."

I suggested, "why don't you send in both of us?"

"Both of you?" Fuller asked with a low voice.

"Yeah." I was more confident in my idea. "They will never suspect that we sent in two more cops. Besides, I've busted at least two of the Bloods before so they might recognize me if I came in alone."

"This isn't ideal... but it's the best we've got," Fuller finally agreed. He looked at me and said, "I don't want to see you go into that building, understand? You deliver the pizzas, see if you can tell what's happening in there, and then you come right back here. If things go screwy, I don't want all my officers in the same spot. Got it?"

"Got it," I agreed to make him happy.

"We are all going home tonight," Fuller promised.

"What am I gonna do?" Ioki asked.

"You're going to the roof," Fuller told him.

Doug and I ran to the pizza place and took control of the delivery truck that had a red logo on the side that read Tony's Pizza. On the way, I told Doug that I was going to go into the school despite what Fuller said. We talked about our plan, similar to a Good Cop Bad Cop scenario. He would be tough, and I would act nervous. Anything to seem less cop-y as possible. Doug agreed with my idea, saying that we wouldn't be able to know anything if we just stood in front of the entrance.

The SWAT commander said over the bullhorn as we were gathering the pizza boxes, "do not talk. Remain calm. Walk, do not run, to the nearest bus loading zone," over and over. The sophomore class was being released.

The commander in the bullhorn kept talking, but he faded from my focus when I saw two of the gang members come towards the doors of the building with guns in their hands. I really did not have to try that hard to pretend to be nervous. Doug and I were wearing ugly striped shirts of the Tony's Pizza uniforms and we held ten boxes each in our hands. I pulled my hair up into a loose ponytail to try to disguise myself.

"Hey, man, where's the money?" Doug asked as one of the kids came up to us.

"What the heck are you talking about, gray boy?" He asked, preparing his hands to take all the boxes from Doug's arms.

"I'm talking about somebody owes us $160 for all these pizzas," Doug stated roughly.

"Hey, look, man, what's the matter with you?" He shouted. "Come on, we're taking over here, man."

"Ask me if I care! I'm out $160. If I don't get it, you guys go hungry."

"Give those to me," he ordered from me.

"Okay," I said instantly and started to hand them over.

"Don't do that," Doug barked and I brought the boxes to my chest again.

"Hey, look, you give me those pies, man."

"Forget it!" Doug's eyes went wide.

"The fuzz'll pay for it," he said.

"They just told us that you'd give us the money," I spoke up. As soon as he looked at me, I turned my head away and blocked my face with the tall stack pizza boxes in my hands.

"Yeah," Doug said.

"Give me the pizza!" He brandished the gun in my face.

"Please don't wave your gun in my face," I begged. I tried to keep my voice as sweet and shaky as I could.

The other kid said from the door, "hey, Bobby. What the heck is going on, man?"

"Man, come here! Give me a hand with these clowns," Bobby said. He wore a red shirt with an open blue button up over it.

The other kid came down the steps toward us and got in a little fight with Doug. They finally grabbed us by our uniforms and forced us inside the building. Our plan worked, they were none the wiser. I knew that Fuller was fuming that I didn't fight to stay out of the building, but I wasn't going to draw the short straw and stand idly by while my teammates were drowning.

We were shoved into the principals office with everyone and Bobby said, "these jokers want to get paid, man," and pointed to us.

Doug and I stood beside each other, still keeping our initial plan. The pizza boxes were removed from our hands and put on a table toward the back of the room. I looked around, immediately noticing a tall kid wearing a black beret with a black tank top and a white unbuttoned overshirt. This was the infamous Reggie Brooks.

Reggie ordered, "pat them down. This could be a trick."

"Nah, this dude's too thick to be a cop. And she's too..." he gestured to me. "Squirrelly."

"Do it!" Reggie ordered.

Bobby pinned Doug against the desk and started patting him down. He was right next to Judy, who was wearing a black jacket and a bright blue skirt. Tom was strapped to a chair, and Principal Madigan had his wrists tied behind his back in a chair next to him. Bobby checked Doug's hat, his pockets, and his legs. Madigan had a bloody cut across his sweaty face, and Tom was wearing round glasses and had his bangs in his face rather than pushed up like it usually is. He was glistening, sweating from his nerves.

I glanced at Judy as Doug complained again about not getting paid. She was on Reggie's arm, and her eyebrows were knitted together slightly to express her fear for the situation. I looked around, all of us undercover cops were not really sure what to do next.

"Your turn, buttercup." Reggie nodded to me, and before I knew it, Bobby was frisking me. I was pressed up against a table, leaning on my hands. I immediately remembered that I had Tom's badge in my pocket. I felt him press and grope around my hips, and I squirmed when he grabbed my butt.

"Woah, watch it," I growled at him. I almost dropped my cover.

"What—what are you doing to her?" Tom asked, straining his neck to look over at us.

"Patting her down. Relax, cop. It's to make sure the cops out there didn't send in anything," Reggie said. I looked up at him and he had a sickening smile on his face.

"She's clean," Bobby said and let me go. He obviously did not do a very good job, otherwise he would have felt the badge. I stood up straight and crossed my arms over my chest and made myself look as small as possible. Anything to appear intimidated.

"What's the matter?" Reggie asked me, not really sounding like he cared.

Reggie was obviously a very dominant man. In order to gain his trust and affection, I had to be submissive. I shook my head and figured out how to make my voice sound like it was breaking, "nothing. I'm fine. Just scared."

He dropped it, but I knew what I was doing. If anything were to happen to my teammates, I'd feel responsible. I'd rather him take it out on me, someone he believes will not fight back, compared to Judy's approach of being a delinquent and Doug's rough style, and the fact that they already know that Tom is a cop. But, I'm sure everyone felt the same way I did.

It was just a few minutes later when Judy was rummaging through the cabinet where they keep all the information about their students. I was sitting on top of a desk next to Doug, where we each were eating a slice of pizza.

"Yo, Reggie, what's this?" Judy asked and came back to us with a folder.

"What?" He asked her.

"Your SAT scores. 1150?"

"Gimme that," he barked and tried to snatch the folder out of her hands.

"And you got an A in English?" Judy said, ripping the folder away from his reach.

"What, you got an A, man?" Bobby asked, sounding almost offended.

Tom spoke up, "hey, Reggie, if you're so smart, how come you're so dumb?"

Reggie angrily marched to Tom and grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head back. He pressed his gun to Tom's chin and said, "know what? I'm sick and tired of you telling me I don't know what the heck I'm doing."

Doug had a mouth full of pizza and he asked, "what are you doing?"

"Look, this has been fun and all, Reggie, but I don't plan on spending the rest of my life in this place," Judy said calmly.

"What do you want?!" He shouted and released Tom from his hold, and even stopped pointing his gun at him. The phone started ringing before anyone could speak. Reggie stuck his gun in the front of his pants and left to answer the phone. "Yeah?... what do you got?... just hold on." He took the receiver away from his ear and waited a moment before asking us if we wanted anything.

"Yeah, I want my $160," Doug said exasperatedly.

"And I'd like to go to the bathroom," Judy said.

"I just wanna go home," I said. I finished my slice of pizza because I haven't eaten since breakfast. I was hungry enough to eat more, but when I looked toward the pizzas, I instantly lost my appetite. After today, I'm not sure if I can eat pizza again without thinking about this.

Reggie put the phone back to his ear and said, "all right, fella, this is what I want. I want a black Trans Am, dark interior. Compact disc sound system and a phone."

Bobby whispered to get his attention, "Reggie, Reggie, T-roof."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, and a T-roof. The kind with the dark smoked glass, not the kind that opens automatically. And—and give me white pinstripes," Reggie said into the phone. I assumed he was talking to Fuller.

"No, no pinstripes. They look cheap," Judy spoke up.

"All right, forget the pinstripes. And $1,000 cash. No, no, no, wait a minute... $10,000. And an interstate map. That's what I want, okay?... I don't know, I'll think about that. How do I know I can trust you?"

Suddenly, we heard screaming and crashing toward the side of the room. Everyone instantly turned toward the deafening noise. We saw a man fall through the ceiling and crash onto the table with all the pizza. It startled everyone, even Doug threw his pizza slice up in the air. I flinched and quickly realized it was Ioki.

Reggie was pissed. He dropped the phone and rushed to Ioki, pulling him up by his shirt as he was coughing. Dust and broken pieces of the ceiling were all over the place.

Fuck.

"You better not be another cop," Reggie grunted through gritted teeth. The Bloods very quickly realized that Ioki was indeed a cop, so they threw him on another chair and tied his wrists together behind the back of it.

Doug was speaking to Madigan, asking him if he wanted anything to eat. He wasn't looking good. His bloody cut was deep, and he was sweating profusely. He was so pale. He looked like he could pass out at any moment.

"Only 147 slices left," Doug said, trying to joke a bit in this time of fear for everyone. Even I was beginning to get a little nervous that we may not make it out of here.

Ioki laughed at Doug's comment, and Reggie immediately slapped him across the face with a harsh smack. All us hostages gasped. Ioki's eyebrow and lip started bleeding. Maybe Reggie was wearing rings and it cut into Ioki's skin.

"You think that's funny, cop?" Reggie asked. Ioki settled into his chair and Reggie continued, "yeah, another cop. You're a cop, he's a cop, and that cop out there wants me to trust him?! Trust him? Trust what? If he sends another freaking cop— I gotta think. It's all getting too complicated."

I really hoped that he wouldn't figure out that I'm a cop, or he would be really upset.

Madigan began yelling at Reggie, which made Reggie agitated. He began sprouting off about how adults don't treat him with the respect that he deserves, and how he hates when adults tell him how smart he is before turning around and pointing out all the dumb things he does. I don't know Reggie all that well, but this stunt may be the dumbest one he has ever pulled.

Ioki side-eyed him and I noticed the bruising that was forming around his eyes. I wasn't sure if it was from his fall, or the punch he got from Reggie. "Give it up, man. There's no way you can get out of this."

"You better hope there's a way that we all get out of this," Reggie stated. He put his gun down and sat in a chair and rested his face in his hands. The kid that was with Bobby when we met at the front door with the pizza tried to comfort Reggie, but Reggie told him to leave him alone.

I sighed and I felt Doug rub my back gently. I peered at him and smiled softly. He smiled back. It reminded me that we are all here for each other. I was hungry, angry, and more than ready for this night to be over.

A honk of a car horn filled the air, and Doug got up to peer out the nearby window. He said, "hey, man, cheer up. Your ride's here."

Reggie immediately grabbed his gun and walked to the window with Judy following him.

"Ooh, look at that! That is sharp," Judy admired.

"Yeah, and it better have a phone," Reggie said.

"All right, that's our end of the deal. So what are you going to do now?" Tom asked him. "You gonna leave your little boys here to clean up after you?"

"You're the hot shot. You ought to know that all they're gonna do is six months as youthful offenders." He wrapped his arm around the closest Blood member in a tight hug. "See, these are my brothers. This is my blood. They do a light time. I just disappear, right down the night line."

"What are you trying to say, man?" The pizza kid asked while sitting on a desk. "You're gonna leave us here, Reggie?"

"Hey, Larry, man," Reggie walked up to him. "Hey, you're gonna be all right, man." He hugged him from behind and promised to come back for him. Reggie looked toward Judy and said, "hey you, come on."

Judy shook her head. "I ain't going with you."

"Yeah, you are, girl, let's go." He sounded angry. He was very impatient to get out of there.

"Huh," Judy said, acting uninterested.

He was like a caged animal, he was so angry and desperate to get out of the school. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on me. He pointed in my direction with his gun and he said, "you, come on, let's go."

"Me?" I asked in a small voice.

"Her?!" Tom shouted from his chair. He tried to get out of his restraints, making the chair wiggle back and forth.

"Yeah. You're coming with me," he said and stomped up to me and grabbed my wrist. He probably thought I was weak and would be easy to manipulate. Exactly what I was aiming for.

"You're hurting me," I said as he ripped me off the desk I was sitting on. He didn't care, and I was having trouble thinking of things to do or say to further establish my fear of him. As an undercover cop, you're trained not to show fear.

"Let her go!" Doug demanded as he shot up to his feet.

"Come on, don't take this poor girl. She's scared, look at her," Judy said.

I noticed Tom's head twisted around frantically to try to look at us, because his chair was facing the wall.

"It's too late, girl, you had your chance. I know that—what's your name?" He asked me.

"Michelle," I answered.

"I know that Michelle won't have as big of a mouth as you," he finished. He said his goodbyes to his gang members, and he dragged me out the door.

He whipped me around and snaked his elbow around my throat and pointed the gun at my chest when we got to the door. We busted out the front door, and I saw the flashing lights of the cop cars, and the Trans AM waiting for us.

"He's coming out. We have a hostage. Stay in position. Do not fire your weapons," the commander in the bullhorn announced.

Reggie guided me down the stairs swiftly until we got to the car. I scanned the line of police cars and officers until my eyes landed on Fuller. He stepped forward a few paces toward us, his eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. I kept looking at him, looking for comfort in his presence. Reggie pushed me into the car and he crawled in after me. He slid into the drivers seat, and the tires squealed as he floored the accelerator and we sped off.

We were speeding down the road, hitting every bump and pothole that made me bounce in my seat. He held his gun by his head, ready to shoot me if I tried anything. The radio was playing a rock song, and I was analyzing every landmark that we passed. Who knows where he was planning on taking me.

He said, "man, I always wanted a car like this."

"Yeah, it is nice," I agreed with a forced quiver in my voice. Which honestly it wasn't very hard to force it anymore, I was getting a little nervous.

"You're nice," he said, taking his eyes off the road to look at me. His voice was finally calm, probably relieved that he was finally getting away.

"What about that girl Judy?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.

"She's nice too, but she was a little too strong for me," he said. This proved my theory that he wanted to take me because he thought he would be able to manipulate me easily. He brought the gun up to my head, and my heart stopped. But then I felt a release from my hair. He took my hair tie out and my hair fell down my shoulders. He smiled and said, "that's better."

I fluffed out my hair and asked, "what's the plan?"

"We are going to take the $10,000 and make ourselves a life in Indiana. We can get more, there's plenty of gas stations along the way and I've got a gun. You ever been to Indiana?"

"No." I shook my head.

"You're gonna like it."

"I'm sure it's better than Evergreen State," I said to agree with him. As a way to distract him and make him feel more at ease with me, I was brainstorming something I could do.

From my limited knowledge of Reggie, I remembered that he is a ladies-man. A player. I had to keep myself from gulping as I moved my hand slowly up to my shirt and began fiddling with the buttons. His head snapped in my direction, and he finally put the gun on the dashboard. With one hand on the steering wheel, he brought the other up to my shirt. I guess to assist me in the unbuttoning process.

One by one, we unbuttoned every button that went down the ugly striped Tony's Pizza shirt I had to wear and the loose fabric fell and framed around my black bra and my bare stomach. Reggie couldn't stop staring, it was disgusting. He barely looked at the road to make sure he was still driving straight.

Suddenly, the low coolant and low fuel buttons started lighting up. A wave of relief washed over me. He groaned, "come on, what's this? I'm running out of gas?"

In the moment of Reggie being distracted by his failing car, I seized the opportunity to punch him in the nose. I punched him so hard, I could feel the bones and the cartilage breaking and snapping from my knuckles. He exclaimed in pain while I quickly reached over to grab his gun from the dashboard and I pointed it at him.

"You're under arrest. I'm a police officer. Don't move or I swear to God I will send this bullet between your eyes," I threatened and cocked the gun in his ear. My previous submissive personality was quickly replaced with who I really am in situations like this: strong, confident, and clever. My anger was bubbling up as I thought of what he did to Tom and Ioki. He groaned and smacked the steering wheel in frustration.

Reggie peered over at me and his eyes grew wide. He said, "hey. I know you! You put away my brothers Quincy and Paul!"

"And now I'm putting you away."

He grunted, "I should have killed you when I had the chance."

"Don't threaten me with a good time," I said sardonically. "Pull this car over right fucking now."

"You ain't gonna shoot me," he scoffed, trying to sound tough. I could see that he looked nervous.

"Fuck around and find out," I hissed as I kept it pointed at his head.

Reggie did not have any choice but to listen to me. After I ordered him to pull over in an empty parking lot, I forced him out of the car. He was leaning on his hands on the hood of the car as I stood behind him with the gun pointed at his head and I read him his Miranda Rights.

As I was speaking to him, I heard a car roll to a stop behind me. I finished the Miranda Rights and Tom soon got between me and Reggie and grabbed his arms to pin behind his back.

"It's about time you guys got here," I yelled at them and stepped out of their way. I put the safety back on the gun and watched as Doug handed Tom the handcuffs.

Fuller walked up to me and asked in a sarcastic voice, "what was your plan? To march right into the school with guns blazing?"

I took a breath and said, "no."

"Then what?" He asked but he wasn't expecting an answer. "Gregg, I know you're a good cop. Great, in fact. When I was reading all your evaluations and records, I was looking forward to meet you. You're clever, skillful, independent, and enthusiastic, but you're also reckless. I knew that you were going to be a challenge. I've been on the field since before you could walk, so I know a thing or two about this sort of thing. My main goal is to keep you all safe, but I can't do that when one of my officers goes rogue and doesn't follow my direction. It worked out this time, but it might not the next."

"Yes, sir," I said. He was totally right, I was being careless and irresponsible. I deserved to get chewed out for that.

"Look, I know I'm not Jenko, and I know how close you all were to him. I've had different captains before too and I know how difficult it is to trust someone else again. But, if you give me a chance, I think we will all make a great team. Okay?"

I saw a little light spark in his eyes. A similar light to what shined in Jenko's eyes. It made me smile softly. "Okay."

"Okay." He finally smiled. "Well, maybe we should put you on more hostage cases."

I chuckled and handed him Reggie's gun. I said as I buttoned up my shirt, "only if the job calls for it. Don't go searching for them."

"You bet."

"What are the chances of running out of gas when we weren't even out of Metro?" I asked with a slight chuckle. It's a common tactic to give the get-away car of a criminal a small amount of gas so they can't get very far.

"These things get 22.5 miles to the gallon, city. You read him his rights?" Fuller asked. Tom had cuffed Reggie and passed him off to Doug who dragged him to the cruiser that had just pulled up.

"Have I ever given you a reason to think that I would forget?" I joked with Fuller. I dropped my sarcasm and said, "sir."

"You don't have to call me sir, Gregg. I'm not in uniform," he said. Fuller has a sense of humor, but he doesn't use it at work. He's a lot more serious than Jenko, so I still have to get used to him. But, I am keeping an open mind and I really do like Fuller as a Captain. I feel like I can learn a lot from him.

"Cops like you are always in uniform," Tom said. He came up to me and asked in a gentle voice, "you all right?"

"Yeah," I reassured him.

"Yeah?" He smiled. His fake glasses were gone, and I was curious to know what his cover was.

"Yeah," I promised.

Tom wrapped his arm around my shoulders and gave my temple a quick kiss as we walked together to the car where Ioki, Judy, and Doug were standing at.

"Hey!" Fuller called out to us. We all turned to him and he said, "what do you say we let them take him downtown and we go out for pizza?"

We all looked at each other strangely. It was way too soon for any of us to want pizza... ever.

"Just a joke?" He chuckled.

"How about burgers?" I suggested.

"I could eat," Doug said.

"I call shotgun!" Judy announced as everyone rushed to Fuller's car.

I gripped at Tom's elbow before he could get in the car and said, "I have something for you."

"Hmm?" He mumbled. I reached into my pocket and handed him his badge.

"Thought you might need that," I chuckled.

Tom thanked me and slid the badge into his pocket. He opened the car door for me just as Fuller turned on the ignition. Ioki took the middle seat with Doug next to him, and we were one seat short. Tom took the last open seat and patted on his leg. Without questioning it, I slid onto his lap and Tom leaned to close the door. He set his hands delicately on my waist and asked me if I was all right, which I answered with a nod. He readjusted his grip, and I felt chills travel up my spine. When he touched me, I got a feeling that I couldn't shake.

"Let's rock and roll!" Doug shouted.

Fuller drove off, on the search for the best burgers in town to celebrate our first bust together with Captain Fuller.

I absolutely loathe it when fanfics have their OC simply replace one of the main characters and the exact same thing happens to them. I really didn't want Mickey to replace Judy for this scene but I decided to anyway. Hopefully I managed to switch it up enough for this chapter lol