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Background

Show: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Character: Taylor Dunn

Role: Taylor is a neighbor friend of Jake Peralta's. Taylor's aunt is a popular prosecutor who works with the 99th precinct.

Plot: Taylor gets caught up in a revenge scheme against Jake as an old foe pops up out of the woodwork. The familiar crazy ex-attorney wants Jake to do the impossible, but his new friends might had a different, more sinister plan in mind.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine: The Return of Geoffrey Hoytsman

"Hey Jake!" Taylor called and waved at the flustered detective.

Jake seemed to deflate a little when he saw Taylor. In actuality, it was relief in seeing a familiar face amid all of this madness Charles had designed for him. He jogged across the street and bumped fists with Taylor in greeting.

"What are you doing here?" Taylor asked.

"Escaping Boyle's elaborate wedding anniversary celebration." He admitted. He relayed the story to Taylor about Boyle's attempt at an "exciting" day to celebrate being married for one year. Taylor listened attentively and then laughed.

"Detective Boyle really had some people fake kidnap you?" Taylor asked when he finished laughing.

"Yeah, and I had to plan my escape." Jake didn't admit that it actually was kind of exciting. He had felt like Bruce Willis in Die Hard escaping from terrorists, but that excitement did not hide the embarrassment he felt at trying to escape.

"Anyways," Jake said, changing the subject. "Where are you off to?"

"Oh, the library! I have to do some research for an essay in my English class." Taylor explained as he began to walk down the sidewalk once again.

"I'll follow you, that's close to the precinct." Jake put his hands in his jacket pockets as he and the young teen began walking past other people on the sidewalk.

In a way Jake was glad that he had run into Taylor after such a disastrous morning. He really did appreciate Charles and all the work he had put into arranging his anniversary party, but it had all been too much. He should have really asked Terry to organize a party. Even Taylor probably would have done a less criminal activity.

As they neared the library, Jake began to notice a large uniform delivery truck following them on the road. It had been going the regular speed limit, but had suddenly slowed down to cruise behind them. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what was happening. Acting like he was going to cross the street, Jake craned his neck to try and catch a glimpse of the driver, but to no avail.

"Is something wrong, Jake?" Taylor asked, noticing how wary Jake was being.

Jake thought for a moment, but then decided to tell Taylor what he had noticed. "I think that white truck is following us."

Taylor blinked and slowed to a stop, pretending to spot something on the ground. He kneeled down as if to tie his shoe and tried to look at the truck in his peripheral vision. As he finished his pretend tying, he stood up and looked at Jake, who had taken the moment to do a once over of the truck. The driver had disappeared, so he couldn't be certain that it was really following them. Slowly, Jake approached the truck and kept his hand near his gun. Taylor appeared at his side and Jake jumped.

"Taylor, stay back!" He ordered. Taylor opened his mouth to protest but quickly closed it when he saw the serious look on Jake's face.

Unbeknownst to the two, the passenger side door of the truck had opened up, and a man had stepped out. He was dressed in a warehouse uniform and dark shoes, and he silently crept up on the detective and teenager. Jake neared the back of the truck and Taylor turned around to step back, but stopped when he saw the man behind them.

"Um, Jake?" Taylor said, blindly tapping on Jake's arm. Jake turned to order him to move again, but stopped when he saw the man.

"Don't try anything funny," The man said, glaring at Jake. He held a gun in his hand, and had it pointed at Taylor. "Or the kid gets shot."

"Jake?" Taylor gulped and slowly held up his hands.

"It's okay," Jake muttered, moving his hand away from his own gun. "What do you want?"

"Get in the truck." The man commanded. Behind them the truck doors opened, signaling to Jake that there was another person in the van. "You and the kid."

They walked backwards and towards the back of the truck. Jake's mind went into overdrive as he tried to think of a way to get out of this situation. He had no idea who this mysterious man with the gun was, but whoever he was, was bad news. He wondered if he could rush the man and tell Taylor to run for cover. Jake had grappled with plenty of bad guys that he knew he could quickly get the upper hand, and with Taylor out of the way, he could guarantee his safety. As he was about to make his move, another mysterious man jumped out from the truck, and forcibly pushed Taylor inside.

Jake muttered a curse as he followed Taylor into the truck. There were bars with various uniforms hung up and racks with folded up shirts. There were two benches on either side of the truck, but Jake's attention was captured by a third man, who held Taylor by the shirt collar, and had pistol pointed at him.

"Hoytsman?!" Jake snapped as the doors to the truck were slammed shut behind him.

Geoffrey Hoytsman grinned wickedly as his two accomplices climbed into the driver seat and passenger seat respectively. The van started up and quickly took to the street, speeding down the avenue and turning sharply. Jake grabbed onto a rack and glared right back on the disgraced defense attorney. After driving a little way, Hoytsman released Taylor, but pushed him onto the bench next to him.

"Long time no see Peralta!" Hoytsman cackled.

"What do you want? How did you get out of jail?" Jake demanded.

"These two helped me out, and of course," Hoytsman motioned to the two men in the front of the truck. "I want revenge Jake Peralta!"

Taylor watched the exchange in frightened curiosity, and glanced at Jake, who tried to give him a reassuring look. Taylor had no idea what was going on, other than the fact that the man holding them hostage knew Jake, and had been arrested by him apparently. The truck made a few more sharp turns and continued speeding down random New York streets.

"What revenge? It didn't work the first time!" Jake countered and Hoytsman nodded.

"Yes, I agree, but this time I have friends!" Hoytsman said triumphantly. "And I have a task for you." Jake looked mildly confused, but waited for him to continue.

"You are going to get my arrest records and delete them." Geoffrey explained. "So that it looks like I never was arrested, and I can get my job back. You're also going to hold a press conference admitting that you were wrong and that you framed me."

Jake's mouth dropped open in disbelief, and even Taylor seemed a little perplexed. He looked up at the man holding a gun to him to see if he was joking, but Taylor could see the seriousness burning in his eyes.

"I can't do anything like that. I won't," Jake snapped.

"Well, it's either you do it, or you won't see your little brother again." Hoytsman grabbed Taylor's arm and pulled him to his feet, shoving the gun next to his head.

"Brother?" Jake and Taylor said in unison. It wasn't the first time they had been mistaken as siblings, but both Jake and Taylor thought the bit was getting old.

"Nephew, cousin, friend, whatever," Hoystman yelled; he kicked at the back of the driver's seat and the truck came to a halt. "The thing is, erase my record, and tell people you framed me, or you'll never see this kid again!" The back doors to the truck opened, and a pair of hands pulled Jake out and onto the road.

Jake fell into the road and hurried to get back up. The accomplice punched Jake in the face, sending him crashing to the ground once more. As stars built in his vision, Jake could hear Hoytsman laughing and Taylor calling out to him. Jake tried to pull out his gun, but it was too late. The doors slammed closed and then the van sped away, taking Taylor with it.

XXXX

"Jake! Help! Jake!" Taylor cried out as the doors closed and the truck sped away. Hoystman cackled as he pushed Taylor back onto the bench and quickly hand cuffed the teen's right wrist to one of the racks full of folded uniforms.

"What the crap do you think you're doing?" Taylor snapped, pulling roughly on the cuffs.

"Don't worry about it, kid," Hoytsman said as he sat on the bench opposite of Taylor. "Nice work guys!" He patted the chairs of the passenger and driver, and both men looked up and nodded.

No one spoke as the truck sped through the streets of Brooklyn. The two men in the front of the truck muttered to each other, and Geoffrey Hoytsman puttered away on a phone. He made faces, and Taylor could only wonder if he was playing some sort of game on the phone. After twenty minutes of driving, the truck came to a stop in an empty parking lot.

"We're here boss." The driver said as he turned to look at Hoytsman.

Taylor wondered where "here" was, and realized that he had not been paying attention to where the truck had been headed. If he had noticed, he could have tried to get Jake a clue of some sort in some way. He could feel his cell phone in his pocket, and hoped that there would be a time when no one was watching that he could use it.

"So, what's your name?" Taylor snapped up to look at Geoffrey who stood up and pocketed his gun.

"Taylor," the boy replied hesitantly.

"Well, Taylor, you know my name,"

"Hoytsman." More like Idiot, Taylor thought to himself.

"Yep, and this is Frank and Gus." Geoffrey motioned to the two men who had maneuvered their way out of their seats and stood in the back of the truck. Taylor looked up at them and they looked emotionlessly back at him.

"Okay," Taylor muttered, wondering why he needed that information.

Frank and Gus looked a little different from the crazy, animated Hoytsman. They seemed far more serious and put together. They talked quietly to themselves, shooting glances at Hoytsman dug around in the front of the truck. Frank had a subtle five o'clock shadow on his face, and his eyes were dark. Gus had lighter eyes that they were almost gray. He looked younger than Frank, but not by much. Taylor wondered how a random man like Hoystman got involved with such a serious duo. He didn't really know the man, but it still seemed obvious he was out of place.

Frank went and opened up the back of the truck, letting in the harsh afternoon light. Taylor leaned forward to try and see where they were, but the Gus blocked his view. Soon, Hoytsman was back, and he unlocked the cuff around the shelving and pulled Taylor to his feet. He locked his other wrist in the free cuff and then pushed him forward. Taylor grunted and stumbled a little over his feet. He followed Frank out of the truck and jumped to the ground.

They were in a dilapidated neighborhood of boarding houses. Most of the windows and doors were covered in planks of plywood, and trash littered the gutters. It must have been one of the older neighborhoods in Brooklyn, maybe even one that was condemned and waiting to be town down to make way for modern apartments, or even better-looking homes. In any case, the place looked deserted, and it was a perfect place to hide out while committing crime. There was no hope of Taylor finding someone to help him out of his situation.

Gus grabbed Taylor's left arm and began to lead him into one of the buildings. Frank and Hoytsman led the way; they pushed away a large board covering the front door of a red brick building, and then unlocked it. They all walked into a dimly lit hallway, and Frank pulled the board back into place before closing the door and locking it once more. Gus let go of Taylor's arm, and the teen quickly reached into his pocket for his phone. He pulled it out and held onto it tightly in his hands, hoping that it didn't look like he was obviously holding something. Hopefully, no one was going to immediately undo the cuff, because if they did, they would find the phone.

"Come on, come on," Hoytsman hurried everyone up a set of dirty stairs. They went up two floors before stopping on the third, and entering the first apartment on the left.

Despite the building looked old and falling apart, the apartment was in good shape. The paint and wallpaper were chipped and faded, but the floor was in pristine condition, along with sparse furniture. The living room had a couch and coffee table. On the far wall was a TV on a little cart. The counter in the kitchen was small, but the refrigerator hummed with power. There was a hallway past the living room that led to the bathroom and two bedrooms.

Taylor was led to the couch and ordered to sit down. Gus was standing next to him, and did a double take, squinting down at the boy's hands. He reached down and wrestled the phone out of Taylor's grip. When it was free, he looked at it and then him, and shook his head.

"Nice try, kid," Gus said as he pocketed the phone. Taylor cursed under his breath.