Hey everyone! I'm back with a new story. After wracking my brains for a while, my good friend firebunee gave me the inspiration to write this one. Thanks for all the help TT buddy! Hope you all enjoy this one!

Chapter 1: Early Morning Meeting

Tom ducked his head beneath the pillow, hoping that the makeshift cover would make the annoying ring go away. He had been awoken by the pesky sound and glanced at his clock on the side table. Leave me alone, Tom thought. Who the hell could be calling at 3:30 in the morning? He wondered before letting out a frustrated sigh and throwing the pillow off his head. Obviously, whoever was trying to get a hold of him wasn't going to give up as the phone rang once again.

"This had better be a life or death situation. Otherwise, I'm going to kill them myself." Hanson muttered to himself as he picked up the phone. "Hello?" he asked, sleepily.

"Hanson, it's Fuller."

"Hey coach." Tom said, sitting up in bed. "What's up?"

"Sorry to be calling so late. I need you to come in to the Chapel." Fuller stated.

Tom glanced at his clock once again as he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Now?" he asked curiously.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so. There's a case I need to you get started on right away."

"Captain, can't this wait until later this morning?" Tom was beginning to regret answering his phone.

"Sorry Hanson, I need you in now." Fuller said.

Tom sighed and said, "Okay coach, give me twenty minutes." Tom hung up the phone and dragged himself out of bed. He grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower before heading out to the chapel.

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It was 4 am when Tom pulled his beloved blue mustang into the chapel parking lot. He noticed Fuller's car and Doug's bike there as well. There was also one other car there that he didn't recognize. Tom shut the ignition off and climbed out of his car. Running his fingers through his hair, he locked the door and headed up the stairs to the entrance of the building.

Tom walked into the chapel and saw his captain and partner sitting at the large conference table in the center of the room. A tall, dark haired man was sitting with them, looking over a few files.

"Hanson, thanks for coming in on such short notice." Fuller stated as he watched his young officer take a seat next to Penhall.

"So, what's going on here coach? Why all the urgency to get us in here at 4 o'clock in the morning?" Hanson asked.

"Hanson, Penhall, this is Special Agent John Bowers." Fuller began.

"FBI?" Doug asked.

"Yeah, and you are?" Bowers asked, extending his hand towards Doug.

Doug took his hand and shook it. "Doug Penhall, and this is my partner Tom Hanson." Tom reached out and shook Bowers hand as well.

"I'm sure you guys are wondering what an FBI agent wants with an undercover unit." Bowers began. Tom raised his eyebrows and nodded ever so slightly. "Well, we've got a major problem over in Seattle. Have you guys heard of Vinnie Carlton?"

Tom leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment. He knew the name sounded familiar but he was having a tough time trying to place it. "Wait, isn't he the head of the local mob front in Seattle?"

Bowers nodded and said, "That's him."

Penhall sat forward in his chair. "So, what does a mob boss have to do with us?"

Fuller handed Tom and Doug each a file. Tom opened his and began looking through it. He saw page after page of things that Vinnie Carlton was suspected of. He heard Doug let out a low whistle, obviously impressed by the never ending wrap sheet.

"We have reason to suspect that Vinnie has some of the Seattle PD under his belt. We believe that he's getting his hands on the seized weapons and drugs that the undercover unit is bringing in. I mean, we're talking over 10 million dollars worth of confiscated heroin and guns." Bowers said.

"Holy shit, that's crazy." Doug said. "Why haven't any of the undercover officers been charged yet?"

Bowers shook his head. "Vinnie runs a very tight business. He's ruthless and will stop at nothing to get what he wants. If someone gets in his way, he disposes of them without a trace." Bowers handed over another file to the young officers. Doug opened it up and found four quite disturbing pictures inside. Flipping through them, he stopped once he came across one that just about turned his stomach. "Pretty bad, isn't it? This guy thought he could do a little business on the side. He was a detective for the Seattle PD. Vinnie found out about his side business and had him buried alive in that concrete pit."

Tom took the file and closed it. He had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Uh, coach. What exactly does this have to do with us?"

"The FBI needs our help. Vinnie knows most of the agents that work in and around Seattle. None of them can get close enough to him to get in with his group. The Fed's need a couple of new faces to try to work their way in so hopefully we can get enough on him to put him away for life." Fuller stated, looking hopeful at his two best officers. "The Fed's want you guys to go in as undercover police officers at Seattle PD and see if you can work your way into his clan."

Doug looked at his best friend and partner. "What if we need backup?" he asked. "I mean, what if Vinnie makes us, what then?"

"I have a list of officers that you can trust at the Seattle PD. They will be aware of the situation and are ready to help you out anytime. If things go wrong, the FBI will be there to pull you out." Bowers sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face. "We're asking you guys because we heard that you're the best at what you do."

"Well, thanks Agent Bowers, but high school students are a little different than mobsters, if you know what I mean." Tom said.

"We wouldn't have contacted Captain Fuller if we didn't think that you're right for the job. We have complete faith in your abilities to bring Vinnie Carlton down." Bowers stated.

Doug sat forward in his chair and looked from Fuller to Bowers to his partner. Shrugging his shoulders he said, "I'm in if you are."

Tom leaned his head back against his chair. His mind was working overtime as he let the facts of the case run through his brain. Part of him was telling him to tell the Fed's to take a hike. He knew how dangerous a mobster like Vinnie Carlton was. He and Doug would most definitely be putting their lives at risk for this case. Then again, it would be a real case for a change. No chasing high school kids around for a while. Sighing, he opened his eyes and leaned forward.

"Okay, we'll do it." Hanson said.

Bowers' mouth turned up into a smile. "Great. I know you guys will bring him down so he gets what he deserves."

"Yeah, let's just hope that we make it out alive." Tom said with sigh.