Here it is, the end of the adventure. I'm definitely putting a disclaimer here (I only own the plot twist and Lane and whatever other random people not found in the sereies) because at the end of this dealie, I took most of the dialogue/scene from…well, that scene. You'll see what I mean when you get there. You'll probably recognize it.

In the End

Friends. That was an interesting way to put it. Booker had never really fit in with the rest of the Jump Street crew. He'd been there, and they'd gotten along well enough after a while, but friends? Hanson wasn't sure whether Lane was using her own words as she was apt to do or repeating whatever Booker had said. He guessed that it was the former. Why would Booker consider them friends? He viewed them the same way they viewed him.

"Booker," Fuller greeted him kindly. "How are you feeling?"

"I've been better," Booker said for the millionth time. He smiled cockily. "What took you so long?" he joked.

An awkward silence ensued. Ioki glanced at Hanson, who was staring at the floor, and Fuller seemed at a loss for words.

"Forget it," Booker said. "It was just a joke."

"It's not a joke to me when I lose an officer, Booker," Fuller said sternly. His face softened. "But I'm glad you're all right. Last thing I need is one of my men dying on me."

More silence.

"So, what happened?" Ioki asked. "Hanson and I went looking for you when you disappeared."

"It's all in Lane's report," Booker replied shortly.

More silence.

Lane rolled her eyes. "Men," she sighed, and got up from her seat.

"Well, I guess we'd better be going," Ioki said, breaking the pause and following suit. Lane was out the door first, with Ioki and Fuller close behind, but Hanson hung back.

"Hang in there, Booker," Fuller said as he left.

"Thanks, Cap'n," Booker said. As soon as he heard the door shut he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, picking one out and lighting it.

"I thought it smelled kind of funny in here," Hanson said.

Booker looked up. "What, you're still here, Tommy?" he said tauntingly.

"Don't call me Tommy," Hanson said automatically. Booker hadn't changed a bit. "What happened to you?" he nodded towards Booker's broken arm.

"Perv got the better of me," Booker said, taking a long drag out of his cigarette. "Stop pacing, man, you're making me nervous."

He sat down reluctantly.

"Now, what do you want?" Booker asked. "Here to gloat? This could be you, you know."

"Yeah," Hanson admitted.

"Hey, how come you never told me you had a hot cousin?" Booker asked.

Hanson ignored him. "Has your mom been notified yet?"

Booker shook his head. "No. I didn't want to worry her."

They sat in silence, Booker smoking his cigarette and Hanson staring at the floor as if he were trying to puzzle something out.

"You know the worst part about this whole thing, Hamburger?" Booker asked suddenly.

Hanson looked up.

"I have no idea what happened after he broke my arm and hit me over the head," Booker admitted.

"I thought he knocked you out before he dumped you by the side of the road," Hanson said, confused.

"Yeah, that's what I told your cousin. I just wasn't exact on the time," Booker answered.

"What, so you don't remember getting back in the car?"

"No." He paused. "I remember looking around in his little apartment to see if I could find any sign of what he'd been doing, but it was clean. I turned around and he attacked me. Broke my arm, knocked me down. That's the last thing I remember."

"We're going to find him!" Hanson said vehemently.

Booker laughed humorlessly. "Easy, Hamburger."

"This guy needs to be put behind bars!" Hanson defended himself. "I'm going back on the streets tonight."

"Does Fuller know about this?" Booker asked.

Hanson shook his head. "Not yet."

The door opened again and Lane popped her head in.

"Tommy! Fuller's calling for you." She turned to Booker. "I'm sure Tommy would love to stay and chat, but duty calls."

"Yeah, Tommy. Duty calls," Booker echoed mockingly.

Hanson glared at his cousin, frustrated. She raised in her hands in mock defense.

"All right, all right, I'll tell him you're coming." She popped back out and closed the door behind her.

"Look, we're going to catch this guy," Hanson finally said.

"Sure you are," Booker said, staring straight ahead. He leaned back against his pillows.

Hanson stood and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Hey, Dennis."

"What?" Booker asked blandly.

"Nevermind," Hanson sighed and turned to leave.

"Hey, Hanson."

"What?"

"Be careful with that guy. Don't turn your back on him, and whatever you do, don't get distracted," Booker warned him.

Hanson nodded. "Thanks."

That night…

Hanson looked down the street expectantly. Sure enough, there it was, the car with tinted windows. It pulled up to the curb and he leaned down to look through the window.

"Guess you're lookin' for more than just directions, huh?" he asked.

The doors unlocked and Hanson climbed in. Once they reached the hotel, they went inside, and the man waved Hanson up the stairs ahead of him. When they entered the room, he remembered Booker's advice and turned around, keeping an eye on the man in front of him. He was old, and his next words sent a chill up Hanson's spine.

The man smiled and studied him in an almost patronizing manner. "You look just like my son."

Hanson didn't answer, and the man shrugged out of his overcoat.

"Turn around," he ordered. "Let's have a look at you."

"I don't turn my back on nobody," Hanson said, unmoving.

"Well, you're on my time now," the man said and turned to go into the bathroom. He came out with a towel. "Going rate okay?" he asked.

"Being?"

"Seventy-five a shot," the man smirked.

Hanson nodded and faced the window as the man went into the other room again. He waited until he heard the man's footsteps behind him and then whipped around, pointing his gun at the man's head.

"Drop the stick," he ordered.

The man stood in shock as Hanson pulled out his badge. "You're under arrest."

The man dropped his weapon and raised his hands in surrender. "No. God, no."

Hanson put away his badge while keeping his gun pointed at the man's head.

"I've read stuff that tells me I'm supposed to feel sorry for guys like you," he said with disgust. "But right now I don't!" He shoved the man against the wall.

"Please, please, please, please don't do this! You're going to ruin so much," the man begged as the handcuffs snapped around his wrists.

"There's a boy named Aaron. Where is he?" Hanson demanded.

"I don't know their names, I don't want to know," the man repeated.

Hanson shoved him again. "Come on!"

"I don't know, I don't want to know," the man whispered. "Not before, not afterwards, I don't want to know."

"Well, that's your problem." Hanson marched him out of the room. "What about Booker?"

"I just told you, I don't know!" the man protested, panicked.

"Cocky, dark hair, dressed in black! You picked him up yesterday and then left him on the streets to die!"

"I got a call from my wife reminding me about our dinner reservation. I was running late. I had just picked him up and we'd only just gotten back to the apartment when I caught him snooping around and my wife rang and I had to leave and I just dumped him along some road, I don't know where, and…"

The man continued to babble his confession as Hanson took him to the police office to book him.

The next morning (still at the hospital)...

"Hey, Booker. How are you feeling?" Judy asked.

"Yeah, man, we just heard what happened," Doug added.

"Hanson busted the guy we were looking for," Fuller said. "He gave us a full confession."

Booker glanced at Hanson. "This means…?" he said.

"Case is over," Fuller answered.

Booker smiled. "Cap'n, can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah."

"You call the Y and tell them to burn my stuff?"

"You got it," Fuller affirmed.

"Thanks. Hey, did you two ever find Aaron?" he asked Doug and Judy.

"Yeah," Doug said quietly. "He was dead. Had been for two days."

Booker went silent.

"I'm glad you're all right, Booker," Judy said.

"Yeah," Ioki agreed.

"I guess we'd better head back to the station," Fuller said. "There's a lot of paperwork to take care of." He and the other cops left, except for Hanson.

"Well?" Booker prompted. "Full confession? What did he say?"

"Apparently you had just fallen unconscious when his wife rang him to remind him of their dinner date," Hanson said. "He dragged you to the car, took your wallet, and dumped you onto some random street. End of story."

"Thanks, Hamburger."

"No problem, Book."

So. There you have it. I'd really appreciate reviews on this one, being the end and all. Good, bad, mediocre? Worth reading? Better off being deleted off the face of FanFiction and never being spoken of again? I'd love to know.

Aaaaaaaaaand I just realized that while I made sure to have the taxi driver run to the nearest pay phone instead of having a cell phone, the thought never even crossed my mind when I gave the perv a cell phone at the beginning…so much for authenticity. Oops. My bad. :/ Anyways, that's the end of it all. Thanks muchly to all of you who have reviewed and stayed with me. Hope you enjoyed it!