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This story is copyright 2004-2006© by dfbbear58@dfbbear-stories.com

"Chains Of Evil" by Sue (revised by dfbbear)

Jon Baker reached for his sunglasses as he left Watkin's Dry Cleaners, an exasperated look on his handsome face. He walked over to where Ponch was waiting and climbed on to his motor.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Ponch asked.

"Would you believe they lost my uniform?" Jon exclaimed.

"Lost it?"

"Yeah, they said it will probably show up in the back."

"Well then, it will." Ponch grinned and started his motor.

"Catch ya later ol buddy." Ponch called to Jon as they headed home after their shift ended.

"Later Ponch." Jon waved and took a left turn as Ponch continued down the street. He was almost home when he spotted a man fiddling with a flat tire near the shoulder. He sighed and pulled over.

"Hi there. Can I give you a hand?"

The man looked up gratefully. "Oh you sure can, Officer!"

Jon bent down. "Let's see, what do we have here?"

Suddenly, pain ricocheted through him, then everything went black.

Ponch sighed as he approached the Glendale overpass. It was 7:35am, and he was 15 minutes late. Jon would defintely have something to say. As he arrived, a bad feeling swept over him. Jon wasn't there. He knew there was no way on earth Jon Baker was late. He waited a few minutes, then reached for his radio.

"7- Mary-3, this is 7-Mary-4. Do you copy?"

Silence.

"Damn." Ponch said aloud. He sighed. Jon must have given up and headed to Central without him. He started his motor and headed there himself.

Ponch parked his motor and hurried inside.

"Hey, morning Ponch." Barry Baricza greeted him.

"Morning Bear. You seen Jon around?"

"Nope. Can't say I have. Don't you two meet over at Glendale every morning?"

"Yeah, we do, but I was late today." Ponch explained sheepishly.

"Oh. Well I'm sure he's around somewhere."

Ponch thought so too, but he began to worry when Jon's seat remained unoccupied throughout briefing. Something's wrong, he thought. Very wrong. Joe stopped him as he was leaving. "Hey, where's Baker? It's not like him to miss briefing."

"I dunno Sarge. Um..maybe he called in sick?"

"Nope. He's not on the list."

Ponch got a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Joe, he never showed up this morning. I'm worried."

"Relax Frank. Go check with dispatch. He probably stopped to help at an accident on his way in."

"You're probably right Sarge." Still uneasy, Ponch went to the front desk and dialed Jon's number.

"Hi, this is Jon. You know how these things work, so when you hear the beep, go for it. I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks." Ponch slammed the phone down, then picked it up again and dialed dispatch. "Hi, this is Officer Poncherello. Can you give me the status of 7-Mary-3?"

"Just a minute...7-Mary-3 has been 10-10 since 1700 hours yesterday."

Ponch hung up without replying, then broke into a run as he headed for Getraer's office. "Sarge! Jon never called in 10-8 today! Something's wrong!" he exclaimed anxiously.

Joe began to worry as he ran a hand over his face. "Okay Frank, you know the route he takes home, right?"

"Like the back of my hand!"

"Good, go scour it! Maybe he had an accident or something. Maybe he broke down."

"On my way Sarge." Ponch ran to his motor, jammed his helmet on, and gunned the engine as he sped out of the station. Where could he be? What could have possibly happened? Ponch tried to keep his mind off the more gruesome possibilties as he searched the route Jon took home every night.

After following the route to Jon's home Ponch was no closer to finding an answer.

"What the hell is going on? Where is Jon?" Ponch shouted.

Back at Central, Ponch paced back and forth as he and Joe waited to see if Jon would call in.

"So now what do we do?" Ponch asked, frustrated and angry.

"Frank, I want you to get Jon's picture and show it to everyone you can possibly find in the area. Then go to his apartment and search it. I'll get a team together to scour the area. There has to be an answer somewhere!"

The radio came alive then: "L.A. 7-Robert. I've got a 10-55 off the San Diego Freeway, westbound by the rest area. Victim is a white male, blond, between 30-35 years of age, approximately 6 feet tall...."

Ponch froze, his heart pounding in his ears. Joe's face was ashen. Harlan just stood there, a hand over his mouth. Ponch would later have no memory of running from the office to his motor. It was pure instinct and adrenline that drove the 800 pound bike, not him. It was as if he'd stepped out of his body and was just watching everything around him. He arrived at the scene and slowly walked toward the body, wrapped in a bright yellow emergency blanket. His legs felt like jelly.

"Can I help you?" said a uniformed LAPD officer.

"Uh, yeah..this 10-55 matches the description of a missing CHP officer. May I?" he said, his mouth dry.

"Sure, be my guest."

Ponch said a silent prayer and slowly lifted the blanket. His relief was so strong it nearly knocked him over. It's not Jon! He looked up into the sky and said a silent prayer of thanks.

"Well?" the officer asked as Ponch straightened up.

"It's not him." Ponch said, heading for his motor. He could hardly wait to get back to Central. As he sped away he began to laugh. "It wasn't Jon!" he shouted.

Back at Central, Joe wiped tears of relief from his eyes as Ponch told him the good news. "Ponch, get that picture and get out there. Somebody has to know something."

"Right Sarge."

Joe sat silently for a minute, running his hand over his face. Suddenly he made a fist and slammed it onto his desk.

Ponch yanked his locker open and rifled through the cluttered shelf until he found a red and blue envelope from the local photofinishers. He sat down on the bench and opened it, pulling out a stack of photos. They'd been taken a month ago, at an off-road race he and Jon had competed in. Ponch laughed as he remembered their very first race years earlier. Mob gold, unexploded mines, treasure hunters and a particularly nasty racer, "Supersport" had combined to make it a day they'd never forget. This race had been different.

This time they'd ridden Jon's trusty blue pickup to a first place win. Ponch dropped the stack beside him as he found the picture he wanted. He'd needed to use up the roll, so he'd brought the camera into work and taken a few casual shots of his friends. He looked down at the picture he was holding. He and Jon smiled back up at him as they stood by their motors, arms slung across each others shoulders. "Hang in there partner. Hang in there. We'll find ya." Ponch shoved the envelope and the rest of the pictures back into his locker, slammed it shut, and hurried to his motor.

It felt like a stable of horses was stampeding through his skull. Jon opened his eyes and tried to focus on his surroundings. What the hell was going on? He vaguely remembered something about a motorist with a flat tire. But this wasn't the freeway, and there was no motorist. Taking a deep breath, he could smell the salt in the air. Well I'm by the beach, I know that much. He jumped as the scream of a gull shattered the silence. Geez Jon, relax..it was a bird! he silently scolded himself.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he looked around. He was in a small, bare room yet he couldn't see the door Jon figured it must be some concealed door in the wall. He could make out a wooden table with some of his ID on it, the room's only furnishings, save for whatever he was sitting on. As he tried to get up, he stumbled back to the grown he found his ankles were tied, so tightly they were beginning to go numb. He struggled in vain to free himself. Exhausted, his head still pounding and feeling as if he was drugged, he sagged in defeat as unconsciousness embraced him again.

Ponch sighed in frustration as he reached for his radio. "L.A. S-4 , this is 7-Mary-4."

"10-4. Go ahead Frank." Getraer's voice replied

"Nothin, Sarge. No one saw anything, no one heard anything, no one knows anything!" Ponch made no effort to hide his irritation.

"Easy Frank. I know what you're going through, but I need you to stay focused. "

"I know Sarge."

"Okay Frank. Get over to Jon's apartment and see if you can dig up anything there. Then get back here. I want you to pull all of the arrests he's made for the past 5 years or so. We could be looking at someone with a grudge."

Wouldn't be the first time, Ponch thought. "10-4 Sarge."

Jon was brought back to conciousness with a jolt as a gunshot rang out. Fully alert, a mixture a fear and anger ran through him. For a moment he thought he was back in 'Nam.

"Son of a- " hissed a voice.

"Shut up!" snarled another. "What the hell did you want me to do? He was gonna ruin everything!"

"Well now what do we do with him?"

"I don't give a damn..toss him off the jetty. The tide'll carry him half way to Hawaii by tommorow morning."

"I gotta check on pretty boy first."

"What are you waiting for? Go do it. I still don't know why you won't let me kill him."

"Not yet!" the first voice yelled.

Damn! Jon thought to himself. I know those voices...I know it! If I could just remember where..I must have busted both of them at some point. C'mon Jon think! He looked up with a start as the concealed door opened. Jon froze, unable to speak for a moment.

"So pretty boy...we meet again. You look like hell...you sure you're a real cop?" he threw his head back and laughed.

Jon was stunned. Only once before had he had this same feeling..the feeling that you were gazing into a mirror..looking at a copy of yourself, only it was more than a feeling..it was horribly, unavoidably real.

"You! But I arrested you 8 years ago!" Jon exclaimed, numb with disbelief.

"Surprise! You ever heard of parole?"

Jon struggled against the ropes holding and rolled on the floor. "You must really love jail, because that's where you're headed. Assault and kidnap of a peace officer is a heavy rap."

"Shut up! That's only if they find me."

"You think they won't? C'mon man they're already looking for me, I guarrantee!"

Standing there smiling, he said in a sarcastic tone, "Yeah, and I can't wait to see their faces when "Jon Baker" tells them that he was captured by David Wellington but escaped."

Pulling a gun from the back of his pants Wellington pointed it at Jon and told him that if he made one false move he was dead. Wellington walked over to Jon and untied his hands and legs. Baking up Wellington then smiled and told Jon to start to strip.

"Get out of your uniform and go slow I want to enjoy the show!"

Still dazed and feeling lightheaded Jon began to remove his shirt. Next came off the pants and soon Jon was standing just in his underwear. "Did I tell you to stop, take everything off, I want you naked as a "jail bird". As Wellington laughed at his own joke Jon continued and soon he as standing nude in front of his captor.

"Over on the chair is a jumper, go put that on."

As Jon dressed he knew he had be drugged, his movements were labored and it was increasingly difficult to remain focused. Jon figured that is was best just to follow Wellington's instructions, he would be no match for him the way he felt.

Then without waring, Wellington attacked catching Jon off balance and proceeded to beat the crap out of the dazed officer. Jon was punched in the head, stomach, groin and finally slapped across the head again withthe gun Wellington was carrying.

Once Wellington was satisfied he had Jon sit in the chair, tied his arms to the back and then his legs again.

As the door slammed shut, Jon barely conscious had a puzzled look on his face and as he began to lose consciousness again thought. "How could this be happening?"

It had all started 8 years ago. Sarge had started getting reports of a bogus CHP officer who'd been pulling over female motorists, then sexually harrassing and assaulting them. That had been bad enough, but when the victims began identifying him as the imposter, Jon had felt like his whole world was falling apart. He'd always prided himself on his integrity and ethics..he'd never even think of doing anything to tarnish the badge he wore. He'd never felt worse in his life. Then one day, while he and Ponch were dealing with a TC involving a train, they'd spotted him. Jon would never forget that moment when Ponch had pulled the imposter's helmet off. Like looking into a mirror.

"He's even better looking than you are!" Ponch had exclaimed in disbelief.

" Hey," the imposter had asked, "are you two really cops?"

" Yeah," he'd replied, " we're really cops. But it comes from inside, not from what you're wearing."

His "twin" had turned out to be David Wellington, a 30 year old loner with a history of mental problems and an obsession with the CHP. He'd had no idea he resembled Jon so closely. He'd been convicted of impersonating a police officer, sexual battery, and leaving the scene of an accident with injuries. Jon figured that was the last he'd seen of him.

Jon soon was going to find out how unlucky he was this time.

Ponch opened the door to Jon's apartment and walked in. He set his helmet on the counter and looked around. As usual everything was as neat as a pin. The sink was empty, the garbage had been emptied, even the floor looked freshly washed. The bed was made, and fresh towels hung in the bathroom. Ponch shook his head and grinned.

The answering machine blinked. Ponch hit the play back button. Two messages from Meg, who was on leave in San Francisco teaching a seminar, a message from his Uncle Pete, and a message from Anderson's Tack and Feed informing him that his order was in. Nothing unusual. He sat on the couch and ran a hand through his hair. He didn't know where to start, or even what he was looking for. He sighed and began opening drawers. Jon's mail didn't yield much either. There was a phone bill, showing calls to Wyoming and San Francisco, a credit card bill, with a $150 dollar charge from Anderson's Tack and Feed, and an insurance bill for the truck. There were four letters, 2 postmarked Wyoming, one from San Francisco, and one from the California Rodeo Association. Ponch dropped them and sighed. Another dead end.

He took a deep breath and looked around the apartment. Nothing looked out of place. His eyes fell on a framed picture sitting on Jon's bookshelf. He picked it up and smiled. It was a picture of the two of them, taken on their 4th anniversary as partners. He'd remember that day forever. He'd sold his stereo and taken every security detail he could get so he could buy Jon the speakers he'd been wanting, only to find out Jon had sold his stereo to buy Ponch a new turntable. Jon had cried that day, so had he. He wondered if Jon knew how much the past 8 years had meant to him. Jon was responsible for turning his life around.

Always hiding his emotions, when Jon was concerned Ponch began to realize how much he loved Jon. Ponch blinked back tears as he set the the picture down. The phone rang, and as he listened to the machine pick up, tears slid down his cheeks.

"Frank, it's Joe. Pick up if you're there." Getraer's voice demanded.

Ponch quickly wiped his eyes and grabbed the phone. "Hey Sarge."

"Get back here Frank. T.C. might have found something."

"On my way." Ponch hung up, grabbed his helmet, and hurried out.

Jon looked up as the secret door open. Wellington stood there dressed in a CHP uniform.

"Hey pretty boy. How do I look? I was going to put on your uniform I got at the cleaners, but wearing the one that you had on, feels so much better! I like it that our sweat will be mixing together. Ain't that fucking hot!" As he spoke Wellington rubbed his cock through his uniform pants.

Ignoring the sexual talk Jon said, "What do you think you're doing? Don't you remember where it got you last time?"

"I sure do. You ruined my life. Now I'm going to take over yours."

Jon watched, speechless as Wellington picked up a badge from the table and pinned it to his uniform, 8712. He was numb with rage as he watched Wellington put on his nameplate and watch too. As he slipped Jon's worn blond baton onto his belt, Jon looked down. He had everything, even his gun. Fear raced through him at the thought of what he might do and seeing Wellington standing there John could see that Wellington had worked out while in prison. Wellington was more muscular and now looked the spitting image of Jon, it would be almost impossible for anyone to see any differences.

"You're crazy! Think about what you're getting into! Man, you need help. I'll help you. Just untie me and tell me who your partner is."

Wellington laughed. "My partner? He split...couldn't take the heat. It's just you and me here now. Don't you think I look the epitome of Officer Jon Baker?

Jon didn't answer.

"We both know how much I look like you and as for partners I know Ponch will make a much better partner for me anyway! And if I remember correctly a much better partner!"

Jon struggled against the ropes. As he felt one snap, a spark of hope ignited.

"Well, time to hit my beat." Wellington laughed and walked out, Jon could hear several locks latch as the door shut.

"Sarge, T.C., what's up?" Ponch asked as he walked into the office.

T.C. handed Ponch a file. "I did a little checking and guess who got out on parole last week. Ring any bells?"

Ponch opened the file, stared at it, then slammed it down on Getraer's desk. "Wellington! Jon and I arrested him for impersonating a CHP. He could be Jon's twin!"

"You think he's capable of this, Frank?" Joe asked.

"At the time we arrested him, no. He was pretty spineless. But 8 years in prison tends to change a guy, you know?"

Joe nodded. "You think he's our man?"

"I don't know Sarge."

"Ponch, did Jon say or do anything unusual before he disappeared?" T.C. asked.

"No, he was the same old Jon-" he stopped, stroking his chin.

"What Frank?"

"His uniform! The afternoon before he vanished, he found out the cleaners had lost one of his uniforms!"

T.C. pounded Getraer's desk. "And Wellington's out on parole..and he likes to impersonate CHP officers!"

"My God, this could be it. He probably has a grudge against Jon."

Joe reached for the phone. "Frank, I've got to do a roll call. I want to be sure Jon's the only one we have to worry about. You two are excused. I want you to pay a visit to Wellington's parole officer. But make damn sure someone knows where you are at all times!"

"Right Sarge."

As they hurried outside to their motors, Joe made a call to dispatch, telling them to put out an APB and asking them to call the shift back to Central. He hung up the phone with a heavy heart. This was every Sergeant's nightmare.

"I wish I could help you, officers. But Mr. Wellington has been a model parolee. He hasn't missed a single appointment."

"Be that as it may, he's still a suspect in the disappearance of a CHP officer. We'd like to talk to him." Ponch replied.

"He's probably at work right now."

"Where's that?" T.C asked.

"Let me see.." the harried parole officer leafed quickly through the file he was holding. "He works at Watkin's Dry Cleaners over on-"

"I know where it is," Ponch interrupted. He grabbed his helmet from the desk and hurried out, T.C on his heels.

Joe Getraer walked into the crowded briefing room. He swallowed hard and stepped to the podium to address the shift. "Okay settle down. I've got some bad news." A hush fell over the shift. "As most of you have probably noticed, Jon Baker didn't come in today."

"Yeah Sarge, what happened? Jon never calls in sick." Grossie asked.

"He didn't today either. Poncherello found his motor in the brush near his apartment. The department is working on the assumption that he was abducted on his way home last night. I want you all to be extremely careful when making even routine stops. One missing officer is too many." A shocked silence filled the room.

"Okay. I'm going to do a roll call. I want to be sure everyone else is accounted for." He began to read off names. Grossman,Arthur. McLeish, Stephen. Turner, Jebediah. He sighed with relief as every officer on the shift was accounted for. Well, almost every officer. As he dismissed the group and headed back to his office, his mind traveled back to a day 12 years ago, when his Sergeant's stripes were still fresh..........


" You wanted to see me Sarge?"

" Yeah Gary. Have a seat. I just got word from the Lieutenant that we're getting a new addition, fresh from the Academy."

" I see. And I'm the babysitter, right?" Gary replied with a grin.

" Ah, I prefer to call it Field Training Officer. Relax Gary. Word is this guy was tops in his class."

" Hmm..great. A know it all."

" Now Gary, I seem to remember a young officer I trained not too many years ago who was also tops in his class at the academy. He was far from a know it all. In fact," Joe leaned back in his seat, "I'd like to think I taught him a few things." "Touche, Joe." Gary said, laughing.

" Excuse me, Sergeant Getraer?" asked a shy voice.

Joe looked up. "Yep, that's me."

" I'm Jon Baker. I was told to report to you?"

Joe would never forget his first look at Jon. Tall, lanky and babyfaced, he looked like he belonged on a farm, not a motor. His voice had a gentle slurr to it. "Officer Baker, welcome to Central. We've heard good things about you from the academy."

The rookie smiled shyly and blushed. "Thank you sir."

" Jon, this is Gary Bertrom, he'll be your partner and FTO."

" Hi. Nice to meet you." Gary smiled and held his hand out.

" Hi." Jon shook it.

" So Jon, tell us about yourself.You married?" Gary asked, sitting back down.

Jon shrugged and smiled. "Gosh no. I've been eatin, sleepin, and drinkin the Patrol for the last five months. I don't even have a girl." he blushed again. Joe smiled.

" You don't sound like you're from California. " he said kindly.

" No sir, I'm not. I'm from Wyoming." Jon replied softly.

" Hey, what brought you to California?" Gary asked.

Jon looked down for a moment. When he looked up there was a deep sadness in his blue eyes. "Nam." he said it so softly they barely heard him.

There was an awkward silence. Then Gary grinned. "Okay we've been nosy enough for one day. Why don't we hit the bricks and lasso us a few bad guys? You know, Sarge'll give us a gold star if we ride our bikes, toot our horns and chew bubble gum at the same time."

Jon grinned, then began to laugh, the sadness disappearing from his eyes.

.......and the rest is history. Joe sighed as he reached his office. Jon had to be out there somewhere, alive and well. He just had to be.

The hot afternoon sun beat down on Wellington as he made his way through the brush and weeds where he has stored John's motor. The roar of the freeway filled his ears. Wellington climbed on to the motor, adjusted Jon's helmet, and rode off.

"Good afternoon," Ponch said quietly as he walked inside Watkin's Cleaners,"I'd like to speak to the person in charge."

"Well, that'd be me." replied the woman behind the counter.

"Does a David Wellington work here?" T.C. asked.

"Not anymore he doesn't. I fired him 3 days ago."

"Mind if we ask why?" asked Ponch.

"He lost a customer's order. A police uniform it was. One o' yours. Mr. Baker is one of my best customers. I hated having to tell him. But he was so nice about it. He's such a sweet man."

Ponch couldn't help but smile. "Yes he is."

"You know him? Course you do. 'Magine all you policemen know each other."

"Not exactly ma'am. But yes, I know him."

"Please tell him I'm prepared to reimburse him. Such a good customer he is. I'd hate to lose him."

"So would we." Ponch said softly.

"Ma'am, would you happen to have an address for Mr. Wellington?" asked T.C.

"Hold on..I'll get you his application. What's he done wrong?"

"We're not sure yet."

Ponch copied the address from the application into his note book and headed to his motor. "Thank you for your help ma'am."

"Where to now?" T. C. asked as he put his helmet on.

"Where do you think?" Ponch called, starting his motor.

Jon struggled against the ropes, his anger building. Now he knew how the calfs felt at the rodeo. He'd found a nail sticking out of the wall behind his chair and was rubbing his wrists against it, hoping it would tear the ropes apart. He winced as it suddenly dug into his flesh. Damn it! He had to get free. His head was pounding but thankfully the drugs were wearing off as his thoughts cleared. He'd never forgive himself if Wellington hurt anyone out there. He struggled harder. Suddenly he fell over with a crash. Silently he cursed himself and Wellington.


Ponch and T.C. rode up to the rundown beachhouse and stopped. As T.C began to look around, Ponch reached for the front door. Ponch tried the doorknob. Locked. He knocked on the door. "Hello, California Highway Patrol. Anyone home?" he called.

Jon's figured that it couldn't hurt so he yelled out, maybe someone could hear him.

T.C came around the corner. "Nothing out back."

"Looks like nobody's home." Ponch said heavily. "I'll call it in."

T.C. watched him walk over to his motor. He and Jon have been nearly inseparable for 7 years. I can't imagine what he must be going through. They were more than partners, they were damn near legends around Central. Everyone knew the story about how the softhearted cop had taken the hotheaded kid under his wing and turned him from a wild, impulsive rookie into a damn good CHP officer. It seemed improbable that the blond, blue-eyed boy from Wyoming and the dark haired olive-skinned kid from the streets of L.A could forge a partnership much less a friendship, but Jon's book smarts and Ponch's street smarts complimented each other beautifully.

T.C. sighed as Ponch returned. "Well, what now? "

"Sarge is working on getting a search warrant."

 

Jon struggled until he was lying on his back below the room's one window. It was covered with a heavy curtain. When he'd fallen over, the rope binding his legs to the chair had slipped enough to free them. Taking a deep breath, he raised them and kicked at the window again and again but Jon couldn't get any leverage.

As T.C fastened his helmet, Ponch reached for his radio. "L.A., advise S-4 that Mary 4 and 6 are in need of a search warrant."

Unbeknownst to Jon, Wellington had placed him in a sound-proof room with no chance for escape even if he got free. This room was also undetectable as it had been built as a private place for a DJ to create dance mixes. Wellington new it wouldn't be long before Ponch found out where Wellington was living. Pouch was a good cop he followed all leads. As Wellington glanced out the window he saw the studly cop and he couldn't wait to have Pouch as his close personal friend.

As he started to get himself ready, Wellington admonished himself out loud, "No you've got to think of yourself as Jon Baker now, that guy you have locked up is David Wellington! Nothing is going to fuck this up. Ponch will accept me as will the entire department." While he was waiting for the cops to come, Wellington was able to produce a similar bump in the back of his head with a cut and there was enougth time for his hair to matt with blood.

The "education" in jail the new Jon received began to pay off, he had learned many rope tricks, one important one was how to tie his hands behind his back sitting in a chair. Jon first tied his ankles to the chair then put his hands through slats in the back of the chair and completed the knots. Jon had previously removed his gun belt and had marked up his face a bit so he would look like he had been David Wellington's captive. Jon had also placed a gag in his mouth before he sat in the chair.

Now how to get the attention of his "partner", Jon had placed a glass mirror next to the table and with a few hops of the chair and a rocking motion Jon was able to send the mirror to the floor as well as himself.

As T.C fastened his helmet, Ponch reached for his radio. "L.A., advise S-4 that Mary 4 and 6 are-"

"Ponch, wait! I could swear I just heard glass breaking!"

"Me too." he turned back to the radio. "Standby L.A."

As he felt the glass break the new Jon began to holler. "Ponch! Ponch!"

Outside, Ponch froze. "Listen! That's Jon! I know it is!" he got off his motor so fast he knocked the kickstand out, and the bike toppled over. As he ran back towards the house, T.C followed. Ponch reared back and kicked in the door. He blinked in the sudden darkness. "Jon? Where are ya partner?"

It took a few seconds but finally Ponch heard a muffled, "In here Ponch!"

Ponch ran toward his voice and found another locked door. "Hold on ol buddy!" he yelled as he forced the door open.

Finding Jon on the floor, tied to the chair, he fell to his knees beside him. Ponch removed the gag and siad, "Hey man, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Get me outta here, wouldya?"

Ponch reached for his pocket knife and cut Jon free. He helped him stand up on shaking legs, then gave him a tight hug. Jon returned it, then headed for the door. "Ponch, we gotta find Wellington. He's got one of my uniform's, thank god for some reason he didn't take anything else!"

"We know partner!"

Jon blinked in the bright sunshine and automatically reached for his glasses and as he planned they weren't there. T.C. handed him his. "I always keep an extra pair. You sure you're okay?"

"Yea I'm fine, just feel a bit silly getting sucker like that, but I'll survive."

TC walked over an gave Jon a hug and then told them that he called in and that some one was coming over to get Jon motor and to drive him to station.

"Guys I'm Ok, just a bit bruised and more of that is my pride."

"Hey Jon, I', just telling you what the Captain said."

"Ok, ok!"

No sooner had Jon said that when Baricza pulled up behind them. "Need a lift?" he called, grinning.

Jon waved to Baricza, and then turned to Ponch saying "see you later at the station" Ponch squeezed Jon's shoulder and then climbed onto this motor.

Ponch gave Jon a thumbs off and sped off. Jon jumped in the cruiser.

"C'mon Bear, let's go!"

It wasn't long before they caught up with the action of the highway. While this episode with Jon was going on there was a bank robber and car chase. The robbers were weaving in and out of traffic.

"Attention, this is S-4! Pursuit has become too dangerous! Break off! I repeat, break off!"

Jon slammed his fist on the dash, his blue eyes flashing. Sighing, Bear slowed down and reached for the radio. "7-Adam. 10-4 Sarge."

"Baricza! Is Baker with you?" Jon took the radio.

"Yes he is Sarge."

"Jon! Are you alright!"

"I'd feel a lot better if we'd busted this guy and then find Wellington."

"I know Jon, but the important thing is you're all right. Baricza, take Jon over to Valley General to have him checked out, especially that bang on the back of his head."

"C'mon Sarge," Jon protested, "I'm fine!"

"That's an order Baker. S-4 out."

An hour later, Jon returned to Central. Except for rope burns on his wrists, the hospital had pronounced him healthy. The back of his head was cleaned up, it looked much worse then it actually was. Jon walked into the briefing room to find everyone huddled over their reports. "Jon!" After reassuring everyone he was all right, he turned to Getraer. "Any word?"

Joe shook his head. "None. I wish I hadn't had to cut the pursuit off."

"Anything on Wellington?" "No, nothing yet."

"Hey Jon, why don't you head home and get some sleep? You must be exhausted!" Bonnie suggested.

Ponch picked up the reports he was working on. "C'mon, let me change and I'll give ya a ride home. I'll finish these later. That okay, Sarge?"

"Yeah Frank, go ahead."

Jon was silent as they pulled into his apartment complex. He sighed as he got out. Ponch watched him as he locked his door. "Hey Baker, you sure you're okay?"

"No, I'm not. And I won't be okay as long as that jerk is out there!" Jon exploded, walking quickly toward the entrance to the building.

Look Jon, we'll get Wellington soon enough all he has is your uniform and glasses. Thank god he got nothing else.

"Yea your right Ponch. Let's go inside."

Jon and Ponch approached his apartment. Entering in front of Ponch, as Jon looked around the living room a smug look of satisfaction came over his face. He walked over to the table and flipped through the mail and then hit the button on the phone machine to listen to "his" messages.

"Ponch I'm going to change, why don't you get yourself and me a beer."

"Sure thing Jon."

Standing in "his" bedroom, Jon went to the closet and slowly fingered all his new clothes. As he picked up a sweatshirt from the top of the closet he could smell the scent of the real Jon Baker. Jon's cock started to twitch as he thought of wearing all these clothes "Jon Baker's" clothes. Silently he thought, "you know what they say about clothes making the man!"

A few minutes later Jon came out of the bedroom, dressed jeans and yellow sweatshirt.

As he walked over, Ponch handed him a beer. They clicked bottles and then Jon said, "You know it means a lot to me that you were the one who came to rescue me. Wellington started to tell me somethings he was going to do, ruin my life especially our friendship."

"Jon, he could never do that. I'd know that he wasn't you!"

"I don't know Ponch, he put on a few pounds of muscle while he was in prison. He really filled out my uniform."

"Jon, I'd know. Your my best friend, and your closer to me then anybody I know."

Jon flashed one his patent smiles and then hugged Ponch. Jon held on a bit long and he could feel Ponch melt into him. Jon figured it was now or never so he pulled back a minute and then placed his lips on Ponch's and started to kiss. At first Ponch did nothing but then he started to respond as he pulled Jon into a tighter embrace. They kissed for a good ten minutes, their tongues searching each other's mouth.

As their kiss ended they pulled back a bit and then smiled at each other. Ponch then said, "that was unexpected. Amazing but unexpected."

"Ponch you mean everything to me and I realized how much as I listened to Wellington go on about what he had in mind. I love you Ponch I don't know if this can go anywhere but I had to let you know."

Jon then bent down his head and Ponch immediately put his gloved hand on Jon's chin raising Jon's face to meet his and said, "buddy I love you too", and then they kissed again, with Ponch leading Jon into the bedroom.

They were standing face to face by the bed as Jon started to pull off his sweatshirt revealing his hard pecs and abs all with a light dusting of fine blond hair but as Ponch started to open his shirt Jon stopped him saying, "No Ponch, I want you to fuck me in uniform. Ponch smiled as he help remove Jon's pants and underwear.

Pouch pulled his shirt out of his pants and opened the top of his pants revealing a thinkening cock in a tight white jock.

Jon knew this would really turn on Ponch, his Mexican heritage would most certainly demand that he top first especially in the beginning. This Jon's time in prison taught him a lot about the sexual desires of all races.

Ponch was a bit surprised how quickly Jon opened up to him but he didn't want to think to much about it cause he had wanted this for so long and he determined to make sure that Jon always felt like a man as Ponch fucked him.

Ponch had Jon sit on the bed and then he pulled down the zipper on his pants. Ponch looked down at Jon and with just a look, Jon knew what to do. Jon reached in and pulled out Ponch's hardening cock and at first stroked it a few times then he hesitantly brought his mouth to Ponch's cock.

Jon remembered the first time he was forced to suck a guys cock, that naive young man. Using those memories and memories of other men forced to such a guys cock, Jon began first by licking the head of Ponch's cock and then slowly brought it into his mouth.

As Jon expected Ponch put he gloved hand behind Jon's head to guide and control how Jon sucked on his cock. As much as he wanted to really fuck Jon's face hard, Ponch didn't want to scare Jon so he guided Jon as carefully as he could and he had to admit Jon was a quick learner. Jon's mouth was like velvet on his cock and only a few times did his teeth get in the way.

Ponch was so excited at finally having Jon, that he almost came right in his mouth, he was definitely dripping pre-cum and it seemed that Jon did not mind the taste; another good sign.

Ponch needed to be inside Jon and Jon could sense it. Ponch pulled Jon off his cock, bent down and deeply kissed his partner. Ponch then told Jon to lie back and asked if his had any lube. Jon motioned over to the night-stand hoping he was right.

Ponch pulled out of tube of KY and generously lubed his cock with his gloved hand, he could tell Jon loved the feel of his leather gloved hand on his body. Ponch walked back over to Jon and raised Jon's legs over his shoulders giving him perfect access to Jon's hole. Ponch then put more lube on the palm of his hand and smiled down at his partner.

"Look baby, this is probably gonna hurt, can't help that but I can tell you that once your over that initial pain you gonna love me inside of you."

"I know Ponch," Jon said smiling. "I can't believe this but I never wanted something so much!"

Ponch smiled as he used his gloved fingers to smear the lube over Jon's ass. Ponch then started rubbing his hard cock up and down Jon's crack. Ponch had dreamt about this ass for so long. How many times did he glance over at Jon when they showered down at the precinct. Ponch wanted this fuck to be perfect for Jon so he used his fingers to start to open Jon up. First one then quickly Ponch had two fingers inside Jon. As he was fingering his has Ponch used his other gloved hand to tweak Jon's sensitive nipples. Jon eyes rolled back in his head as Ponch continued.

When Ponch had the tips of three of his gloved fingers inside Jon he knew that Jon was ready for his hard cock. Ponch slowly removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Ponch steadily suppled pressure as he slide his thick cock deep inside Jon's tight hole. Jon had that fine blond hair around his ass-crack which Ponch could feel as he got deeper inside.

Soon Ponch was all the way in so he stopped moving to allow Jon to get used to his cock.

"You OK baby?"

"It hurts but it also feels so good", Jon said with a low voice.

Ponch then started to pull out, just leaving his cock-head inside Jon. Then he slide himself back deep inside Jon. As much as he wanted this to be perfect for Jon, Ponch couldn't hold back much longer as he began to pick up speed. Soon his balls were slapping on Jon's ass as both men got into a sexual rhythm.

At one point Ponch looked down at Jon, who's eye were closed and said, "Baby I can't hold back, ah fuck I'm gonna cum!"

With a final trust Ponch unloaded thick ropes of cum deed inside Jon, whose ass muscles grabbed on to Ponch as Jon shot all over his chest.

When Ponch regained his thoughts he pulled out of Jon and laid down besides his partner.

"You OK baby, I didn't hurt you?"

"No Ponch, you were fucking amazing. I can't believe we waited so long to do this!"

They were facing each other and now it was Jon's time to be aggressive as he quickly stripped Ponch and then laid his body on top of Ponch, who was just moaning as they kissed and cocks grinded into each other.

Both men were exhausted and as they kiss and fondled each other they eventually fell asleep.

Jon woke and kissed Ponch's head as he quietly got out of bed. Standing in front of the mirror on the bathroom door Jon was able to get a good look at his body and the naked form of his partner.

"You've been replace boy", Jon said to his reflection. Jon needed to take a much-needed piss and as he stood in front of the bowl he marveled at how easy it was to get Ponch in bed. Jon cock started to twitch again as he thought how Ponch had no clue who, he really was. He was Jon Baker now there was no going back; he never wanted to hear the name David Wellington again.

Ponch was so under his spell that this Jon was certain if the real Jon had gotten free Ponch would swear that he was the original and not the imposter. The sexual stuff would blind Ponch, this Jon was perfect, so tentative almost childlike he let and would continue to allow Ponch call the sexual shots for a long time.

Jon decided to take a shower, the feel of the hot water spray on is body feel incredible. He thought about Ponch and while he wanted him to stay over Jon really wanted to be alone, he needed time to learn all there was about Jon Baker. This Jon new a lot but there was so much more to know, luckily he'd have no problem on the job, Jon knew how to be a CHP inside and out.

Drying himself off, Jon went back into the bedroom and over to "his" bureau. He took out a pair of white briefs that fit is body perfectly. As he looked up at the mirror on the bathroom door, his underwear really highlighted his perfectly shaped ass and full crotch. Jon was a stud and he knew it, and speaking of studs, Jon walked over to the bed and started to kiss Ponch's hairy ass. Ponch started to moan and as he turned over he presented Jon with a growing cock. Jon didn't miss this opportunity and proceeded to such him dry.

After draining Ponch's cock Jon told him to get showered and dress cause he was starving and needed to eat something other then Ponch's cum. Both men laughed as Ponch headed to the bathroom.

Ponch and Jon were pretty close in size so Jon took out a pullover and a pair of jeans for Ponch and Jon put back on the sweatshirt and jeans he had on before.

Once they were both showered and dressed the stood in the living room and just smiled at each other.

"Jon I just wanted to say I can't tell you how much this day means me. There has been this sexual thing between us and I really didn't want to cross that line cause I value your friendship more then anything. So I will understand if you don't feel this is right for you."

"Ponch, like I said I'm not sure where this is going to go, but lets face it my relationships with women have been in the toilet. What we shared before was the most intense, erotic and honestly the most rewarding sexual experience I've ever had."

"Ah fuck man you have no idea how much that means to me."

Both men embraced and kissed for a long time.

When the kiss broke Jon went over to a table by the door and picked up "his" keys and just smiled at Ponch as he lead him out the door. Ponch continued to walk down to Jon's car as Jon locked the door. Jon turned an smile and thought, "tonight I replaced you with Ponch and tomorrow the department. Soon you’re going to be a drugged out convict and I will have completely taken over your life Jon Baker."

Jon heard Ponch calling and as he looked up Ponch was rubbing his stomach. As Jon walked over to his car he hit the door button on his key chain and both men jumped into the car.

"Yes", Jon thought, "this is going better then I expected. Soon every aspect of Jon Bakers' life will be mine!"

The End