Hey, peoples. I'm In the Face of Darkness, as you can probably tell. So this is set during the episode Blinded by the Thousand Points of Light (at least, I'm pretty sure that's what it's called), and no, I am not going to make Booker or Hanson or any other of the 21 Jump Street characters gay. Anyways, this is my first fanfic. I mean, I've written fan stories and stuff but I haven't posted any fanfics on here before. I guess I've got to put a disclaimer? So here it is.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own 21 Jumpstreet or any of the characters, sadly. As this doesn't not include an OC (outside character?), all I own is the plot.

Just Another Case

Dennis Booker sighed impatiently as he and Hanson waited on the streetcorner for the car with tinted windows to come by again. The idea of posing as a male prostitute did not exactly thrill his heart, but hey, an assignment's an assignment. He was freezing and the wind was cold and he had already been standing there for hours.

"I don't think he's going to come back," he muttered to Hanson.

Hanson shook his head. "He doesn't know that we're cops. He probably just thinks we're desperate for work. That could work to our advantage."

"Yeah, well," Booker shrugged. A while ago he and Hanson had seen a young man talking to a man in a car that matched the description of the one in question, and the two had raced over in the hopes that one of them would be able to take his place. Instead, the man had driven off as a minor scuffle ensued, but Booker had been glad that at least no one else would be victimized this time as they suspected Aaron had. The police still had been unable to find him, and Booker had a feeling that finding a homeless prostitute was not high on their list of priorities.

"I'm going to check out down there." He gestured toward the other end of the street. "You stay here. I'll only be a minute."

"All right. I'll keep an eye out up here. Signal me if you see him," Hanson said.

Booker waved an affirmative as he walked down the sidewalk, watching for the car. Few had tinted windows, so spotting it would be easy enough. If the perv decided to come back. So far, no such car was in sight, and unless he'd changed vehicles, the suspect wasn't there. Booker shoved his hands in his pockets and was about to head back when he heard the sound of engines behind him and a car pull up next to him. Could this be it? He turned. Sure enough, it was. He sauntered over to the window, but it was not open enough to see inside.

"How much?" a bodiless voice asked.

Booker thought back to what Doug had told him about the running rates.

"One hundred dollars, man," he said arrogantly.

The window rolled down slightly, although Booker still could not see the man's face.

"You look like my son," the voice said.

An eerie feeling crept over Booker. The guy really was a perv. Hadn't he said that to the prostitute that Booker and Hanson had tackled? They didn't look anything alike. He shrugged the feeling off, but glanced around for Hanson anyways. He was nowhere in sight.

"Whatever, man," he said.

The door unlocked, and Booker opened it and slid inside. The locks clicked back into place.

"So, man, where are we going?" Booker asked.

The man did not answer. His face was still in shadow. Booker fell silent, and for the rest of the ride, neither spoke. It took a while for them to reach a rather unreputable looking place, and Booker wondered if this was where the man had brought Aaron. The two men got out of the car and headed up the stairs to a room where the man took out a key and opened the door. They stepped inside, and the door shudded ominously shut behind them.

"No thanks," Hanson answered.

"I'll give you one hundred and ten. No more," the man said.

"Look, I don't want more money. I'm just waiting here for my friend."

"Fine. One hundred and twenty," the man bargained.

Hanson looked down the street for Booker, but he couldn't see him anywhere. He's thought he'd found the car himself, but it turned out that another guy had a car with tinted windows as well.

He sighed. "All right."

The fellow smiled like a kid who'd just gotten candy.

"I know a place," Hanson continued.

The man started to drive, and Hanson proceeded to give him directions to the police station.

"Where is it? I don't see any..." the man's voice trailed off.

"Busted." Hanson pulled out his badge.

"Aw, what?" the man complained.

"Told you I didn't want money. Come on."

As he took the man inside, Hanson couldn't help but worry. Where was Booker? The perv was dangerous, he'd probably killed Aaron and who knew how many others. But Booker would be fine. He could take care of himself.

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