Background:

Show: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Character: Taylor Dunn

Role: Neighbor friend of Jake Peralta. Taylor's aunt is a popular prosecutor who actively supports the detectives of the Nine-Nine.

Plot: Taylor Dunn moves in with his aunt after the death of his parents, and meets Jake Peralta, his aunt's eccentric next door neighbor. Taylor and Jake immediately bond, and soon, Taylor becomes embroiled in a familiar mobster's escape from jail and plan for revenge.

Note: Jimmy "The Butcher" Figgis and some of the other mobster type characters in this show are my absolute favorite. This won't be the only story snippet to feature him.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: Figgis Strikes Back and Hard

The bell rang for the end of the school day and Taylor couldn't have been happier. The day had gone by slowly, but the weekend had now begun. He quickly said goodbye to his friends and left the school building, pulling his backpack over his shoulders and checking his phone. He hadn't received any messages since lunch, and Taylor hoped that that was a good sign. He knew that Jake and the rest of the Nine-Nine were on high alert now that the mobster Figgis had escaped from prison. Jake and Captain Holt were especially nervous, since it was them that had taken down Figgis not once, but twice.

He walked down the busy New York sidewalk on his way back to his apartment thinking hard about everything. Taylor wanted nothing more than to run down to the 99th precinct and see if there was anything he could do to help. He knew, however, that that was not a good idea. He was just a kid, and the only reason he knew about Figgis was because Jake and Amy were his neighbors. That and Captain Holt would have a duck and probably stick Taylor in holding for even thinking he could help in a criminal investigation.

Taylor was nearing his apartment building, and the amount of people on the sidewalks grew. He had to dodge and move around people looking into shop windows and making their own way to work or appointments. As Taylor came pass an open alleyway, a hand shot out and grabbed the top handle of his backpack, pulling him backwards into the shadowy alley.

"Hey!" Taylor called out. No one really looked at him when he exclaimed. It was New York after all, and nothing seemed very suspicious, at first.

Taylor was dragged backwards for a short while until he managed to shrug off the straps and freed himself. Before he could take off, though, the hand that had grabbed his backpack dropped it and then grabbed the back of Taylor's shirt collar. The force pulled the collar of his shirt to choke him slightly, cutting off the cry for help that had been building inside him. Whoever had a hold of him whipped him around and pushed Taylor through an open doorway into a darkened room in one of the buildings.

"What's the big idea?" Taylor shouted. The person had let go of his shirt and he now stood in the empty room. He turned around and around, trying to find the culprit who had slunk into the shadows. "You should know that some of my friends are cops!"

"That's why you're here." Taylor spun around to face a man who sneered at him. Two more men stood behind the first men. They were burly and both had short, cropped hair. Taylor realized that they looked like bodyguards, and probably were.

"Who are you?" Taylor asked, trying to seem brave.

"You mean your brother hasn't talked about me?" The man pretended to be offended and then laughed. Taylor said nothing and frantically wondered why this man thought he had a brother.

"Sweet, protective Jake hasn't mentioned his brush with Jimmy, 'The Butcher', Figgis?" The man, obviously Figgis, growled.

Realization dawned on Taylor like a two-ton weight in his stomach. This man was Figgis, the mobster that had almost killed Jake in Florida two years ago. He also thought that Jake was his older brother. Taylor had no plans to tell the man otherwise because he had no idea what Figgis would do if he knew Jake was only a friend.

"He – he mentioned you," Taylor managed to say, taking a step away from Figgis. It was useless to do so, as a third bodyguard type man stepped up behind him, blocking his path.

"Good," Figgis's happy demeanor changed, and he snapped his fingers.

The man behind Taylor must have been the one who had initially grabbed him because he had his backpack. He opened it and shook it violently and its contents were soon dumped onto the floor as the man searched for something. He dropped the bag and looked to Figgis, shaking his head.

"Phone," Figgis demanded. He held out his hand and waited as Taylor fished it out of his pocket. Reluctantly, he gave it to Figgis.

He watched as the mobster fiddled with his phone, searching for something. Whatever he was looking for he found it. He tapped the screen a few times and then held out the phone. Taylor could see on the screen that he was calling Jake, and the audio was on speaker. Taylor's heart pounded in his chest as the phone rang and rang. When he began to fear that Jake wouldn't pick up, there was click and an exasperated sigh.

"Taylor, I can't talk right now," Jake said on the other end. He sounded exhausted and frustrated. "I'm in the middle of an investigation-,"

"Ouch, he won't even talk to his little brother?" Figgis loudly interrupted Jake, who fell silent. Tension filled the static between them.

"Figgis," Jake growled. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Figgis asked and motioned towards Taylor.

The man behind Taylor wrapped an arm around the teen's neck and pulled him back. Taylor called out loudly and struggled to get air. He swatted at his attacker's arm to no avail.

"Let go of me!" Taylor managed to choke out. The man loosened his hold and Taylor panicked. "Jake!" A hand clamped over his mouth, muffling his voice and silencing him.

"Taylor!" Jake yelled through the phone. "Figgis you let him go! He's not part of this. This is between you and-,"

Jimmy Figgis only laughed as he hung up on Jake and threw the phone to the ground. The screen shattered and bits of the phone broke off and scattered. The man holding Taylor let go of him and pushed him forward so that he stumbled a little. He was scared now; he stared at his destroyed phone and the contents from his backpack. His mind was blank, and ice-cold panic ran through his veins.

"Let's go." Figgis said and turned around to walk back out into the alley. "No funny business now." He called back to Taylor.

Taylor grunted as the man behind him pushed him forwards after Figgis and his first two goons. He shakily followed blinking in the bright afternoon sun he had not-so-long-ago been out in. It felt like he had been in the empty room for a day, but he knew this whole ordeal had started not even twenty minutes ago. The group walked back out toward the street and Taylor thought he might have a moment to break loose and run away. He was gearing himself up for it as they neared the sidewalk, when the man behind him grabbed his arm.

A worn-out looking van was parked on the curb next to the sidewalk in front of the alley. No one seemed to notice the group of large burly men and a teenaged boy walk out and swiftly get into it. Two of Figgis's men took the driver and passenger seats, while Figgis, his two other henchmen, and Taylor got into the back.

There was a sort of bench seat against the far side of the van, with the rest of the space being open. Taylor was shoved to the floor of the van as Figgis and his two cronies sat on the bench. The van started up, and joined the rest of the traffic on the street. One of the men grabbed his wrists and handcuffed them to a pipe above his head. Taylor had said nothing during that time, but now he couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Jake and the Nine-Nine are going to find me, and put you back in jail." He said angrily. He glared at Figgis who looked equal parts amused and annoyed.

"I wouldn't get my hopes on that putting me back in jail," Figgis replied. "But I hope they find you, so I can get my revenge on all of them." He snapped his fingers and the man closest to Taylor produced a roll of duct tape and a small black bag. "That's enough out of you for now." Figgis sneered as the piece of tape was placed firmly over Taylor's mouth and the bag was pulled over his head, plunging Taylor's vision into darkness.

He didn't know how long they had driven, but Taylor was sore by the time the van stopped. His arms were sore from being help up by the handcuffs, which chaffed his wrists raw. His legs and bottom were cramped up from sitting on the floor of the van, and his head hurt from concentrating on identifying where they were headed. They had reached whatever destination they were headed to, and Taylor didn't know what was going to happen next.

Someone unlocked a part of the Taylor's handcuffs, freed him from the pipe, and then cuffed him again with his arms in front of him. Taylor didn't think to struggle, and he scolded himself for it as he was pulled out of the van. He stumbled along with the person leading him, the black bag was still over his head, and didn't even have a small hole for Taylor to look through. He knew that they were at a building of some kind, as a door opened, and the hard ground gave way to carpet. The building smelled of fresh paint and new furniture, which to Taylor was neither a good or bad sign.

He was led a little more into the building before being pushed to sit in a chair. Rope bound him to the chair, and once it was done, the black bag was ripped off of his head. Taylor blinked at the sudden light and waited for his vision to focus more on his surroundings.

To him it looked like they were in a small house somewhat in the fashion of Captain Holt's house. It was older, but the new paint and furniture made it seem like new. Taylor was seated in a large family room that held a card table and some comfy looking chairs and a couch. He had been tied to one of the card table's chairs: a high back wooden chair. There was window that looked out into the back of the property (Taylor assumed), but it was covered in long black-out curtains and they were pulled closed.

Now that he was tied to the chair, Taylor's handcuffs were removed, but the tape over his mouth was left on. One of Figgis's men came and held up a phone. There was the sound of a shutter clicking, and Taylor assumed that he had taken his picture to send to Jake.