A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first fanfic about the gang creates a Robin Hood-like criminal group. But don't be deceived, the story tone will (hopefully) be like Brooklyn Nine Nine, and I will focus on humor, and the relationship between TJ and Spinelli. Work in progress, I will upload more if there are people reading and like it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my OCs, feel free to use them if you like their characters.

Chapter 1: Robinhood6

CIA interrogation room, 2016

"You're one of the criminal that was caught during the robbery of the famous billionaire Sillian's mansion on Monday. You know, with his power, death penalty is as simple as taking candy from a baby. Aren't you scared?" the CIA agent calmly informs his prisoner.

"So? Should I be scared?" The prisoner, with his two feet on the table, mockingly retorts.

"I know you're working for the famous gang Robinhood6. We want something very simple, your boss. You don't even have to tell me where he is, you just have to confirm you're working for the group, and this man here is in fact, the boss." the agent answers as he raises up the photo of a college student, with his red cap in reverse and his signature jacket.

"T.J. Detweiler? The Arkansas legend? Didn't he die 5 years ago?"

"You may think he is, but I know for sure he's still alive and well, and he leads this group. I KNOW IT! Tell me it's true!" The agent stands up laughing like a madman.

"Are you sure you didn't hit your head when you're young?"

"I'm fine! Now tell me or I'm telling Mr. Sillian. He wants him, I want him."

"Tell him about what?"

"That you didn't confess."

"Ok then I confess I did the robbery."

"No! Confess that TJ is behind this!"

"But he's dead isn't he?"

"NO HE'S NOT! Now tell me it."

"Tell you what?"

"That TJ is behind this!"

"But he's dead. You want me to tell you a deadman 5 years ago is behind this?"

"How many times do I have to tell you! He's not dead, I'm sure of it!" The agent now can no longer keeps his cool, and starts flipping the tables and chairs in the room.

"What's up with you and TJ anyway? Obviously someone is behind this, why don't you just ask me where my boss is?"

"Yes! That's fine too! Then I'll confirm it's TJ myself… Wait a minute, why do you suddenly cooperate, you didn't do it yesterday."

"Oh it's simple, I have bought enough time for my friends to release me." The prisoner smiles as he starts walking towards the agent. "See you around, Randall!"

Suddenly, an explosion triggers at the wall in front of the CIA agent, knocking him to the ground. The prisoner runs to the now exposed wall, and jump down from the 10-story building, and leaving Randall on the ground, confused as to what has happened.

The Citadel, Mexico

"Welcome back Lenny. Did you tell him anything?" The boss, who is none other than the infamous TJ Detweiler, a handsome man with his familiar white T-shirt, green jacket, and jeans, sits on his usual spot in the meeting room and asks the now escaped prisoner. Other than him and Lenny, in the room there are also a beautiful brunette woman, with straight hair down to her shoulder, wearing a small red top, black jacket, black jeans, and her usual black boots. There are also a another woman with her glasses on, too focused on her laptop to listen to the conversation, and a tall, buff man with his signature monobrow, standing besides the door.

"Don't worry boss, I told him nothing. He's stupid enough to fall for this trick again!"

"Not worry? Do you realize by getting caught, you risk exposing the Citadel to the CIA? You're lucky he interrogates you in a room with a window!" An angry voice speaks up, belonged to none other than the infamous Spinelli.

"Not to mention you were 5 centimeters away from missing the invisible jet, and jump to your doom." The brown hair woman calmly chimes in without looking up from her laptop.

"Babe, calm down. Everybody makes mistakes. As long as Lenny doesn't say anything, everything will be fine. That's why we keep Randall at that position remember?" TJ replies as he moves over to his wife's place and put a reassuring hand over her shoulder, calming her instantly.

"You better be right about this." She mutters. TJ then turns back to Lenny. "But seriously though Lenny, do not get caught next time. We don't kill people but you know the rule, Chuck is allowed to kill any non-general who confesses, and we don't know what extent of torture the CIA can get." Lenny nods and walks out the room.

"Why don't we put one of our own men as head of CIA like we did for Helen and FBI?" The guard now decides to speak up. "You know why Robert. Wilson is too respected to be replaced right now, and do not talk about assassinating him like Chuck did, ok? Don't worry, I give him max 5 years before he bites the dust." TJ answers as the 4 of them go back to their quarters.