I've been a fan of Brooklyn 99 since the beginning, but lately, I have been binge-watching the entire series and I'm finding it onerous to find some fanfiction about the show; that isn't just one-shots. And why not be that change, right? I'm making it my mission to write the fanfiction that I've been anticipating to find...
Enjoy the first chapter of the Death Sentence.
Seconds. It takes one second for adjustments to occur. One second can cause your life to go left or right, up or down and you have absolutely no control over your fate. It sounds disconcerting, life is full of hindrances; the journey, the daunting and sleepless nights is what makes life worth it, right?
The 99th precinct is going to learn that lesson when an abrupt and troublesome event takes a toll on the squad. Are they prepared? Can they handle the hurdles? Are they ready for change? We won't know, but ready or not, here it comes.
Death Sentence
Chapter 1: Blink of an Eye
It was a normal day in New York, the sun was vaguely shining, due to the smog, moderate wind, birds chirping. A classified good day in New York. The workday at the precinct was ordinary; consisting of robberies, fights, illegal drug use, ridiculous drag show races, and money laundering. New Yorks' crime is at an all-time low.
Jake Peralta especially feels the withering effects of the crimes. He has grown stultified of his work, the paperwork becoming repetitive. He missed the actions and suspense that came with his job, he missed roleplaying and the cool catchphrases he came up with when he caught his perp. All he desires is excitement, he wishes his job could make him feel more alive. He missed the Figgis fiasco and the prison predicament. Jake didn't know how much more he could suffer before he broke.
...
It was Tuesday, the squad was having a briefing on how their tedious and monotonous cases were going.
"Look, I know all of you are feeling lackluster about your cases and feel uninspired, but I promise that it'll get better. Until the crime rates increase, keep your head up and do not, DO NOT get caught behind, or give subpar work, this is not an excuse to be insufficient," Terry noted. Everyone nodded, not only feeling sluggish with their jobs, but also with this meeting.
"Alright, dismissed," Terry announced.
Gradually, each detective stood up from their seats and steadily made it back to their desk; not truly wanting to do the paperwork of crimes such as stealing a candy bar from a gas station to salon and bar fights.
Amy sat down at her desk. She and Peralta have been "smooshing booties" as Jake says it through his obscene gestures and general idiocy. Amy doesn't understand why Jake likes to speak like that, but that's probably one of the many reasons she fell for him. She loves his terrible grammar, interesting phrases, and his cute antics.
"As much as I enjoy the paperwork, it's becoming a drag. I don't know how much I could take with all these boring assignments," Amy whispers.
"Me too, I didn't become a cop so I could do petty beat cop assignments, I joined to take down the heedless criminals and serve and protect," Jake responds. "I mean, how can I feel inspired by my job, when my only interesting crime I've had lately is a missing cat. A damn cat, which was found by the owner."
"Here's a suggestion for you two, maybe having a mini Jake running around, focusing on your energy towards something useful. Genevieve and I have been going at it like squirrels; making the assignments less depressing since I have something I can look forward to later." Charles advised.
"First of all... Gross, but you do have a point," Jake said.
"Please tell me his point isn't having a kid!... I mean, not that I haven't thought about having kids, it's too soon." Amy begged.
"It wasn't, although a mini Jake does sound awesome, you know, cool, Die Hard fan, ladies man. It would be like having a shadow."
"Isn't Boyle your shadow though..." Gina teased.
"Hey, I am my own individual person, I don't need Jake to appear cool, I can be cool myself." Charles raged. Everyone, including Hitchcock and Scully, peered their heads towards Charles with disbelief.
Charles was offended, "Screw you guys."
"Hey, Charles, you are cool, but you do talk about cooking animal genitalia, often, and you can be a tad bit obsessive, but hey, you're cool." Amy comforted.
"Ames, coming from you, that doesn't make me feel better, you're like the second most uncool, I thought you were the first, but guess not."
"Daaammmnnn, that's a burn coming from Charles, I may have to chart and poll the uncool in this precinct, this may take me all day and all night, but for the sake of everyone, I need to know who I need to talk to more and who to shun," Gina interjected.
"Gina, don't you have actual work to do, like making a work order on the leaking pipe," Terry informed, knowing damn well what Gina is about to say.
"Hey, this pipe isn't a priority, the mission of the precinct popularity is, and Terry, please, do not make me poll you between Hitchcock and Scully,"
Terry thought twice, and he knew that he was definitely cooler than Hitchcock and Scully, he destined to be on top of that list; maybe even in the top 5.
"Carry on Gina, and don't rest till that list is complete."
...
Amy was in the evidence room, rummaging through her old cases. Her eyes widen as she realizes that one of the names from her prior cases matched her current assignment.
"Bingpot, " Amy shouted. "Jack Fremont, we meet again."
Jake saw Amy in the evidence room, and anything was more captivating than the cat paperwork he has to file.
"So, what are you up to?"
"Observing my earlier cases, my current suspect in my drug case name sounded familiar and I wanted to see if there is a relation to the two cases."
"Find anything, please, don't spare any details."
"Well they're not the same person, but I think they're related to one another. The crimes are similar, they are from the same hick town, and both are identical."
"Want any help in this case to find 'Jack Fremont?"
"Well, this is whom I expect to be the brother of my suspect Penelope Fremont. I think I got it though, I'm sure Sarge and Captain would love your report on your missing cat." Amy chuckles, walking away.
"For your information, the cat was found under the stairs as if the cat never left," Jake says. 'Like that's any better, I will get on that case.' he thought.
...
Amy strode into the room, and then stood in front of the captain. "Sir, I'd like to chat with you about this case of mine."
"If it's how the case is boring, or how it 'suck balls', I don't see how you're into Peralta; his mouth is as filthy as his desk, then I'm not interested."
"No, it's quite the opposite. I was wondering if I'm being too hasty. My suspect, Penelope could likely be related - and by likely, I'm 100% positive - to a former convict of mine. She is smuggling and cooking up a new drugs called Catscratch. I did research on Jack and Penelope and both are linked to a few people. Do you think I could talk to her brother and see if I could get him to talk since he may be a part of the operation?"
"I don't think you're being swift. You did the research. If it's good for the case and it gets you to solve it, then I don't see why not. I mean, what do you have to lose?"
"Well, I'd have to leave work early as he's imprisoned in the NYSDOC Midstate correctional facility in Marcy."
"That's fine, Amy. You're doing your job and it's one less complaint I'll have to deal with today. Do you want to bring Peralta or partner up with anyone?"
"No sir. I think I can handle this on my own. Plus, everyone will volunteer to come with and take time away from their work."
"That's true detective. I trust you. Good luck!"
"Thanks, Captain, I'll report if anything goes wrong," Amy said, saluting the Captain and then leaving the office.
Getting ready for the four-hour drive, Amy went to her desk and put the files in her bag.
"Where are you headed off to?" Jake asked.
"I'm heading to see Fremont."
"Want anyone, i.e. me," Jake winked, "to come with you?"
"Actually, Holt says I should do this alone, so no assignments will be forgotten."
"It's just a cat and it was found once I got there. It was a waste of my time and now I'm wasting more of my time doing this god-awful paperwork."
"Look, I'll stay in touch. I'll be back home tonight or early tomorrow morning."
Amy kissed Jake on the cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too. Tell me about it when you get back."
"I promise," Amy said, walking towards the elevator.
...
Jake finally finished the reports on the dumb cat and placed it in his complete stack.
"So, where did Amy run off to, she's too dedicated to her work, I mean these assignments are trash!" Rosa exclaimed.
"Her assignment is the only interesting one, her drug case may actually be worthwhile. Allegedly, her suspect may be in relations with a criminal from one of her past cases and she went to NYSDOC to talk with him," Jake answered.
"Damn, wish I could have received that case, wait, who went with her for backup?"
"No one, Holt trusts her and doesn't want any of us to take time away with our boring cases."
"That's unusual, she's going to prison to visit a former convict and he didn't recommend to have some backup, in case it goes abruptly. How are you holding up?"
"He's captain, he knows what's best, I trust him with his decision. Plus, the prison is swarming with guards, so she's safe."
"Yeah, but she's your girlfriend, she doesn't have someone to protect her; someone she can trust. Amy is frail, she may have a tough exterior; due to the gun, but they'll eat her alive. Does she have an execution plan?"
"Rosa, come on, this is Amy we're talking about, she probably has a million plans and backup plans; she has a backup plan to the backup plans. I think she's covered, I believe in her and I think she'll be safe, I mean name a safer place than prison."
"Your home, the precinct, the library, the paper & folder supply store she never shuts' up about."
"Rosa, come on, be real." Jake scoffs.
...
Amy arrives at NYSDOC, she sauntered to the prison; getting patted down by security. She grabs a visitor pass and follows a guard to the visitors' quarters.
Jack is sitting alone, contently, he doesn't get many visitors; family is either dead or disowned him. He sees Amy Santiago, he hasn't seen her in five years, when he was prosecuted and sentenced to 10 years in jail. He's puzzled as to why she wants to speak with him.
"Well, if it isn't Detective Santiago, what do I owe the honor?"
"Jack, I want to talk with you about your sister, Penelope. Does she ever come visit here?"
"No, she disowned me, I don't get many visitors, why do you ask?"
"You see, she is a current primary suspect in my drug case and I was wondering if you had any idea about it?"
"No, I don't, just because I did drugs and smuggled, it doesn't make it a family brand!"
"I'm sorry, but I have evidence of her crimes and she is cooking the new drug catscratch. Do you have any idea where she is? Or, where she might be."
No, I don't! Even if I did, why would I help you? I may be tied down and locked up, but I wouldn't rat out my sister. I think we're done here." Jack yells, getting up and leaving the visitors room.
Amy sighs; disappointed her visit didn't go the way she'd hope, but maybe, she could ask for files of any visitors he may have had recently.
...
Later in the evening, Amy and Jake were home for the night; laying in bed watching House Hunters International.
"So, how did the visit go?"
"Terribly, he wouldn't budge. I feel like he's hiding something though, I asked for some records of visitors he's received in the last few months; maybe one of them knows where she may be located."
"Damn, I'm so envious about this case, but you know this case and the suspects more than anyone."
"It's started off as a typical drug crime, but it's actually getting deep and mysterious, one of the best cases we've had all month."
"More like the best case, all month. It seems so cool, going into prisons, dealing with convicts, lurking through the prison, getting evidence from the prison. Man, I miss prison."
"Weird, but hey, what about your cat?" Amy joked.
"Amy, don't joke about the cat, that was by far the worst case I ever worked on. No, it's worse than 'worse' it sucked Boyle freshly cooked animal genitalia."
"Eww, what do I see in you?"
"My oddly shaped physique, my sense of humor and my kablamo adventures?"
"That's right, don't forget about our crazy ass bets," Amy smiles, kissing Jake's cheek.
Jake grins, and pulls Amy into his arms, feeling incredibly blessed to have such an amazing girl like Amy, sure she's boring, has a weird fetish about paperwork and folders, has never done anything remotely dangerous, and wears strictly pantsuits, but he wouldn't trade her for the world.
...
The next morning, Amy and Jake arrived to work, on time; Jake for once didn't sleep through his multiple alarms. The first thing that Amy does is search through the visitors' list and she doesn't see Penelope's name, but she does see a girl marked under Jordyn Cavanaugh. Maybe, Jordyn knows a thing about Penelope. Amy decided to do her own personal background check on Jordyn.
"That's weird," Amy murmured.
"What's up?" Jake asked, looking up from his latest assignment, an elderly man being detained for streaking through Central Park.
"I was gazing through the files and I found a female, Jordyn Cavanaugh, but I did a background check on her, and it shows she's been deceased for months."
"Maybe Jordyn is just an alias," Rosa overheard, interjecting into the conversation.
"Yeah, maybe someone is using her name as a coverup," Boyle informed.
"Obviously whomever this Jordyn girl doesn't want to be known, so she's covering up her tracks so no one gets suspicious," Jake suggested.
"Oh, my God." Amy gasped.
"Oh, did you see my popularity list?" Gina asked. "Sorry, I won't be changing the results, they are confirmed."
Popularity in 99th Precinct
1) Gina Linetti
2) Gina Linetti
3) Gina Linetti
4) Gina Linetti
5) Gina Linetti
6) Jake Peralta
7) Rosa Diaz
8) Raymond Holt
9) Terry Jeffords
10)
11)
12)
13)
14)
15) Amy Santiago
16) Hitchcock/Scully
"Gina, this list is totally unacceptable! You cannot place yourself in the top 5, and how do you place me after Holt?" Terry asked, offended.
"Well, no one is worthy of sharing the top 5 with me and plus, you still haven't shown me your pecs and ridden on a white stallion and picked me up for a date to go shopping at Lush," Gina responded.
"Gina, make a new list, it better be accurate, and you won't stop until it's just right," Terry demanded.
"Wait, you're not going to mention that I'm not even on the list, and she didn't even include a 10-14," Charles said.
"Boyle, this isn't about you, get back to your damn case," Terry hollered.
Swallowing himself into his work, Charles collapsed into his desk chair. 'Who knew Terry was into popularity' Boyle thought.
...
For the last hour, Amy has been doing hard research on Jordyn Cavanaugh, figuring out if she had any relations between the Fremont siblings. Not much is surrounding towards what happened between Jordyn and her mysterious passing. Jordyn was last seen walking in a park at night, then she just disappears. Months later, she was found deceased in a dumpster. No trace of DNA or fingerprints were found.
When all hopes were about to be lost, Amy scrolls through photos of Jordyn and saw the Fremont's with her, side by side; in the exact park, she disappeared.
"Holy hell," Amy gushed.
Jake got up from his desk and walked over to Amy's desk, admiring the picture.
"Find anything?" he asked.
"Yes, Jordyn knows Penelope and Jack. Her death is mysterious, but I believe that these two have something to do with her murder, or knows information pertaining to it."
"That's great, so it's definitely P-Mont."
"P-Mont?" Amy questioned, slightly confused by the terrible nickname.
"Penelope, I gave her a cool nickname."
"It's as if Charles came up with the nickname." Amy chuckled.
"Hey, I think P-Mont is a clever nickname... Oh, wait, I see your joke and all I have to say is, that's cold." Charles chided.
"The point is, you know that it's undoubtedly Penelope, and you can assume that she and Jack are in cahoots." Jake addressed.
"So what's your next step?" He asked.
"I don't know, I don't have an address for Penelope. I am not sure the address on Jordyn's record is where Penelope is staying. I don't think Jack would give out any information. I'll just have to hold off and continue to gather evidence."
"That's a good call, that way you can make the arrest when you know all the facts."
...
"Here's what we know, Amy stopped by; tempting me into talking, asking about Catscratch. She suspects that you're behind it and believes we're partnering up. I'm sure she figured out by now that you're Jordyn." Jack explained the plan to Penelope.
"Which means... she's only that much closer to catching me in the act, without knowing my location. If we really want to seek revenge, we must stage the accident."
"Why stop at the accident, let's just kill her and throw her somewhere, this time do a better job at hiding the evidence, or burning the evidence."
"That's why you're the leader of this operation, we cannot let her or any of her cop friends figure it out; this is revenge on her; any of her friends that stand in our way, we'll just have to execute them one by one."
"You cannot lock away a Fremont, without some heinous backlash. Now, here is some information on her, she lives in Brooklyn, she works in the 99th precinct. Her boyfriend, Jake Peralta, if and at any cost use him as leverage. Remember the plan, P?"
"Yep, move into the city, pretend to be her friend, and then kill her, not leaving a single trace."
"Yep, you look like nothing in the picture, she'll hardly recognize you."
"Yep, the plastic surgery truly paid off." Penelope laughed.
There is vengeance going around. No one is safe, how will they capture and defeat the Fremonts. Everything is about to change and all the evidence is beneath their noses. Hopefully, a detective figures out the plan before it's too late, a murder is being plotted. It's true: keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Everything is not always what it seems!
The first chapter is completed. How far will this plan go? Will it go too far? Is anyone safe? Stay tuned for the next chapter to watch the plan unfold.