The Demon Of The Nine-Nine
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Brooklyn 99 in any way, shape or form, they belong to their respective owners.
Angry Lil Elf: That will be touched upon in this chapter. And glad you like the idea of Batfleck being the appearance of Six, but like I said there isn't a set look for him at the minute but he's whom I'm visualizing at the minute just a younger version.
robertnewmann00: He can't stop himself!
The Disquieting One: That might just be my writing, but I personally think they're great characters in the show.
Darth Ralem: Most definitely. Six/Jericho is probably the only detective that doesn't waste his time with idle chatter and just gets on with his job. And Rosa jumping Six? Let's be honest, it's gonna happen sooner or later considering how are constantly trying to one up each other.
ENDDRAGON369: That's true, and who knows? Maybe Jake manages to convince Six to help out Blockbuster. And I mean Amy, Rosa, and Gina are all attracted to Six, as are a few other women that will be included in later chapters like Carla from Scrubs, so who's to say which of them are going to sleep with him?
Itharax: The two are like kindred spirits... or father and son.
Orangjuce: That was my bad, I've fixed it now though.
Trailblazer445: Six isn't really annoyed with Charles innuendos mostly because he doesn't notice he's saying them like another member of the squad/21st century would.
Lomada: Maybe, but don't take it too seriously. It's like in the episode where Jake mentions he can see the scar on Scarlo's hand from a mile away and Bob and Holt say that he must have fantastic vision or it's a gigantic scar.
CHAOSCONTROLFREAK455: Then hopefully this chapter makes up for it.
TheClowningPrince: Glad you liked it and Affleck being the inspiration behind Six's appearance... but as I said there isn't a set look for him at the minute.
FallenMetalGod: Appreciate it, man. Six and Holt's conversations always flow easily probably because the two are so similar.
Guest: He's such a playa!
Hellion117: Luckily for Hanes, Six cannot interrogate him like he would if he was still working for ONI.
Grudgematch: I thought you'd like that, lol.
Brainstorm Sorcerer: Appreciate the review, my guy. And the reason that Six plays along with Charles is because he doesn't even realize that he's saying innuendos.
E: Cheers for the review, and just for the record who do you think that Six is eventually going to end up with?
Guest: Like I said to another review, I fixed that error but thanks for pointing it out for me.
Master of The Underworld: Sapphire might make another appearance; we'll see what happens.
Sargent Angle: Of course I've heard of him, but I didn't watch Reacher on Amazon until after I started writing this story, so their similarities are purely happenstance.
Auzoraz: I'm sure Jake will remark that Six/Jericho is the son that Holt and Kevin never had considering how similar the three of them are, lol.
Chapter 14.
"Perhaps we should try harder?" Amy suggested as her dark brown eyes lingered on the captain's office following Charles revelation regarding what he had learnt about Jericho during the Alexandria Plaza Murder, specifically the part about everyone that had ever mattered to him being dead.
"Perhaps we should try harder. Good news everyone, we've just found the name of Santiago's sextape!" Jake chuckled hoping to lighten the mood only to be immediately slapped by Amy for his remark. "Careful, you know I bruise easily." He told her as he rubbed his arm dramatically for added effect.
"I'm being serious."
"Mmmm, when aren't you?" Gina droned making Amy sigh knowing exactly what was coming next. "It's probably why you're still single and have no friends."
"I have friends!" Amy cried out a little too quickly making her grumble at her mistake; that mistake being showing weakness in front of Gina. "A-And this isn't about me." She wasted no time in changing the subject on the reason why she was still single. "We're talking about Jericho..."
"No, you're the only one talking about him." Rosa drawled looking at Amy with bored eyes.
"You heard what Charles said," Amy defended herself. "All his family and friends are dead..."
"We don't know that," Jake interrupted spinning around in his chair to look at her. "For all we know, Jericho might just be a really crappy friend and they stopped seeing him hence the whole him having no friends bit."
Rosa kept her thoughts to herself as she stared at Jake before speaking up. "You're annoyed about the associate remark, aren't you?"
"No."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Fine! Maybe a little!" Jake confessed after a moment. "But I took time out of my busy weekend..."
"You do nothing at the weekend."
"To spend time with him on Saturday," Jake continued pretending not to hear Rosa. "And he still only sees me as an associate? The hell is that about?!"
"Didn't you faint?"
"Blacked out," Jake hesitantly corrected Amy. "I blacked out, there is a difference."
"Not really, Boo."
Amy made an exaggerated wince. "Sounds like you missed your chance to impress him," she feigned sadness as the others chuckled. "Sort of like what happened with Captain Holt...things really aren't going well for you, are they Peralta?"
"Shouldn't you be back in the briefing room trying to score brownie points?" Jake shot back through a grumble as he spun his chair around to look back at the screen once again.
"We're on a break...and I'm not trying to score brownie points!" Amy quickly said speaking for both her and Rosa after the rather... well, there really was no point sugar-coating it. It had been abysmal with her entire presentation being heckled by both the kids and Gina, although the latter wasn't really surprising since that seemed to be her favourite pastime. "Anyway, back to Jericho."
"What's there to talk about?"
"Plenty!" Amy encouraged answering Rosa. "Like," she paused as she trying to find the right words." Don't you think we should all be doing more to include Jericho?"
"He's a grown-ass man," Rosa remarked making a face at her.
"I know that!" Amy retorted. "It's just..." she paused again as she thought about it carefully. "It's just sad that Jericho is all alone when he seems so nice." She voiced sadly thinking about how lonely it must have been to have no-one in his life.
"You wouldn't be saying that if you had worked with him." Rosa voiced dryly, wasting no time in taking another dig at that scar-faced bastard. "What else did you talk about?" She asked Charles who had been mostly silent as they discussed Jericho.
"Not much really. Like I said, I did most of the talking. Although, I did learn that he likes guns."
Rosa smirked hearing about Jericho's apparent interests. He was hot, owned several muscle cars, restored cars in his spare time if him fixing up Jake's Mustang was any indication, liked guns, and had that dangerous bad-boy vibe that she was attracted too. She swore to God, if he so much as mentioned anything about Nancy Meyers..."She was suddenly pulled from her thought regarding what she would do to that smug, scar-faced bastard when she heard a door opening.
Turning in the direction of the noise, the squad watched as the door opened and Jericho stepped out of the office, ducking under the doorframe to avoid hitting his head. Once he was standing straight, he looked in their direction.
Looking back, Amy stared at Jericho and felt her heart ache as she found herself looking at a complete stranger. Gone was the serious and composed veteran detective and in his place was a lonely and depressed man that had suffered so much despite only being in his early thirties. Yet despite all that, it was the eyes that broke her heart.
As if the visage had finally been broken following Charles revelation, she finally saw the profound sadness behind those blue eyes of his. The longer that she stared at him the more she wanted to rush over and give him the biggest, tightest hug she could muster and never let go... of course, she wasn't sure if Jericho would appreciate the hug or if he would simply hold her back like she was diseased.
Amy watched his nostrils flare faintly as Jericho sighed as he made his way over to them, almost like the simply act of walking over to them took every ounce of willpower he possessed... which really didn't say much about them now, did it? But she was certain that his exasperation was completely unrelated and had nothing to do with them.
"Hey, Jericho." Amy smiled cheerfully at him as he walked over to where the squad was gathered around.
"Amy," Jericho greeted back stoically offering her a small nod before looking over at Charles. "Captain Holt has tasked us with interrogating Robert Hanes."
Charles nodded as an idea popped into his head but decided to wait until they were alone until he would ask. "Ready when you are."
"You know, Charles mentioned something interesting." Rosa commented making said detectives' eyes widen as he was suddenly put on the spot.
"Did he?" Jericho replied flatly, either unconcerned or slightly annoyed that they were talking behind his back which didn't seem to bother Rosa in the slightest as she continued.
"Yep," Rosa answered with a bored look plastered across her face. "Apparently you've got a Chevrolet Chevelle which drives itself around... that true?"
"No."
"Knew it sounded a little farfetched."
"What, yes it did." Charles argued looking at Jericho. "We were standing outside the precinct when the Chevelle pulled up."
"Hmmm."
"Wait, you just said that you don't have a car that drives around by itself," Jake interjected leaning back in his seat to look at Jericho.
"And I don't."
"It feels like we're going in circles here," Amy muttered feeling incredibly lost.
"Allow me to elucidate..."
"What?"
"It's a synonym for explain," Amy was happy to inform Jake who looked as confused as the others.
"Hmmm," Jericho nodded confirming that Amy was correct. "None of my vehicles are sentient..."
"How many you got?" Rosa grilled, interested in what sort of cars he had considering that to her knowledge he had the Dodge Charger and the Chevrolet Chevelle.
"Enough."
"And are they all muscle cars?"
"No."
"What else you got?"
Rosa waited patiently...or as patient as she could be for him to answer. "That's my business." Snug sonofabitch.
"Okay, if your cars aren't sentient then how did the Chevelle pull up outside of the precinct without anyone driving it?" Charles questioned still curious himself.
"My cars are not sentient..."
"Yeah, you've said that already."
"Are you going to let me speak, Rosalita?" Jericho asked earning a death glare from the dark-haired Latina that he found more amusing than threatening. "It's still only a three out of ten."
Rosa responded by flipping him off... the death glare also remained.
"Anyway," Jericho said looking at Charles. "We've got a job to do."
"Wait, what? No, no, no, no, you can't just leave us hanging like that!" Jake told Jericho realizing that he was about to leave. "You're meant to be telling us how your car drives itself!"
"I can, and I shall."
Saying everything that he needed to say, Jericho headed off with Charles to interrogate Robert Hanes. Spinning around in his chair, Jake pointed accusingly at Rosa. "Could you stop flirting with him for like five minutes? Every time you do, he never finishes what he's going to say!"
"I learned plenty," Rosa smirked back at him.
"Well, that's great." Jake voiced sarcastically making a face at her. "But the rest of us learned squat."
Leaving the Bullpen and heading towards the Interrogation Room after purposely neglecting to divulge how the Chevelle drove to the precinct by itself and completely unassisted by human hands, Six and Charles walked down the halls in relative silence.
"Say, Jericho... I was just wondering if, um..."
"Yes?" Six turned to look at Charles noticing his indecisiveness that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
"Well, it's just that the others always make me be Good Cop during the interrogations, so I was wondering If you would let me be Bad Cop just this once," Charles asked, practically begging Jericho for the chance to be the dangerous one for once.
Stopping abruptly, Six turned to face Charles. "To be perfectly candid, I had no plans on employing Good Cop, Bad Cop." He informed Charles getting a disappointed look from him. "You believe that we should?"
"I do," Charles replied with a nod. "If you still believe that Robert Hanes murdered Bryan Murphy then it's unlikely that he's just going to confess without some help." He told Jericho who seemed to be thinking about it before he nodded.
"Very well," Six acquiesce. "Have you much experience playing Bad Cop?"
"Let's just say that there is a dark side to Charles Boyle."
To say that Six was sceptical was an understatement but decided to give his partner the benefit of the doubt; after all looks could be deceiving... just look at him. "Alright," He nodded going along with his request. "I shall return as soon as possible." and with that he turned and headed back the way he came.
"Wait, where are you going?" Charles asked perplexed when he saw Jericho walking back towards the Bullpen instead of coming with him.
"I'm Good Cop, correct?" Six questioned and when Charles nodded, he continued. "Then offering Hanes a series of confectionery would be an effective means of earning his trust...and since we have none present, I will need to purchase them." He explained to him before walking off for a second time.
"What am I meant to do until you get back?!" Charles called after Jericho as he walked away.
"You're not a neophyte, Charles."
"A what?"
Six sighed but continued his stride. "You know what to do, Charles." he told him with a restrained with sigh as he headed down the halls leaving his partner behind and stepped back into the Bullpen. Glancing over at the spot where Amy, Jake, Regina, and Rosalita had been standing/sitting a few minutes ago they were nowhere to be found.
Scanning the room, he spotted Jake standing in Holt's office waving a single sheet of paper in his face before slamming it on the desk. Knowing that now was not the time to be distracted, Six turned and headed towards the elevator. Walking through the Bullpen, he suddenly stopped when he heard Rosalita's voice coming from the briefing room.
Deciding to investigate, he stopped in the doorway to see that the room was filled youths and standing in the front...or the back which was currently acting as the front of the room were Amy and Rosalita. "But deep down, you're scared. How do I know? Because I've been that same scared kid." She told them before her nostrils flared when she noticed him when she noticed him standing there.
"And if you don't get your crap together, I'm gonna end up busting you and throwing you in jail. Got it?"
Six watched as one of the youths that was oddly wearing a beanie brought up his cellular device. " Remix, yo!" He called out as he pressed something on the device. "Throwing you in Jail. Throwing you in jail. Throwing you in jail!" Rosalita's voice played out only it sounded electronic and had a small tempo making everyone laugh, none harder than Regina who was sitting off at the side.
Rosa's eye started twitching violently. "What's happening?"
"I... think they're laughing at you." Amy nervously told Rosa who looked moments away from going on a murder spree... and if she did then the captain would be furious with her, and he'd never trust her to do anything again and...
"This has never happened before," Rosa murmured before suddenly glaring bloody murder at Jericho as if he was the ringleader. Her glare only increased when she saw his chiselled jawline tighten, which she knew for him was the equivalent of a full-blown grin, before he pushed himself away from the doorframe turned and walked in the direction of the elevator.
Leaving Amy and Rosalita to carry out their task, Six walked through the gate and walked over to the elevator. Pressing the button, the door opened and he stepped inside before pressing the button to head to the ground floor. As the elevator began to close, he was a little taken aback when Rosalita appeared and slipped through the door just as they closed.
"Can I help you, Rosalita?"
"This is your fault!" Rosa growled ramming her finger into his chest.
"You'll need to elaborate," Six stated calmly as the elevator rumbled before it started to descend.
"Don't play dumb with me," The dark-haired Latina fumed jabbing her finger into his muscular chest. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Your hypothesis is that I have hired the youths to tarnish your reputation?" Six asked rhetorically looking down at her. "More than I already have?" He added earning a heated glare from Rosalita.
"You've tarnished nothing."
"And yet..."
Despite her best efforts, Rosa bristled at his words and continued glaring at him. "Yet, nothing." She barred her teeth at him. "I'm still a baddass."
"Haemorrhoids?"
"What?!"
"You said you have a bad ass...haemorrhoids seems to be the most likely affliction. Granted, I do not..."
A feeling of uncontrollable rage overcame Rosa as she gritted her teeth before turning and ramming her fist into his stomach as hard as she could, which she immediately regretted as she recoiled back and held her fist in pain feeling like she had just hit a brick wall.
"Was it worth it?"
"Shut up!" Rosa snapped back holding her hand. "Could have told me that you were wearing body armour."
"Let me see."
"No."
"Rosalita," Still glaring at him, Rosa saw him holding hand out to her. "Let me see," he repeated firmly. Grumbling under her breath, she let him see it and watched as he took her hand tenderly into his large, calloused ones.
"If you wanted to hold my hand you should have said."
Ignoring her epigram, Six gently placed his thumb on her hand and began rotating her knuckles softly. "Any pain?" He asked moving from bump to bump to check for damages that might have been caused when she punched him.
"No."
"Make a fist."
Rosa smirked playfully at him. "Why? Want me to punch you again?"
"You looking to get hurt again?" Six countered tearing his eyes away from her hand and back to her to see dark eyes dancing playfully at him. "Make a fist."
"Maybe I like a bit of pain," Rosa told him as she made a fist and grimaced sightly feeling how tender her knuckles felt.
"Your face would claim otherwise, Rosalita." Six said getting a heated glare back from her. "Fortunately, it doesn't appear to be broken." He told her letting go of her hand just as the elevator came to a stop and the door opened. "Although, we do know how easy it is to get under your skin."
"Keep dreaming." Rosa scoffed following after him as he headed down the steps and towards the main entrance.
"I never dream," Six retorted as he reached into his vest pocket and pulled out his phone. "Shouldn't you be with Amy, Rosalita?"
"She's got it covered." Rosa stated catching up with Jericho to see him pressing something on his phone, one that she was certain she had never seen before.
"Hmmm."
"What're you hmmm about?!"
"Nothing."
Rosa narrowed her eyes at him as they walked through the front doors and stepped onto the street. "Better not be," She grumbled out and folded her arms over her chest as they stopped on the sidewalk.
"Sounding defensive there, Rosalita."
Before Rosa could retort, she heard a low rumbling coming from down the road. Turning her head in the direction of the noise, she watched as the Chevrolet Chevelle that Charles had described to her and the others drove out of the carpark, turned and made a beeline straight for them before pulling up on the sidewalk.
"Damn," She whistled in appreciation at the sweet American Muscle as Jericho walked over to it. "Seems I owe Charles an apology. Speaking of, I thought that you both were interrogating Hanes?"
"We are," Six informed her as he opened the door to his car. "We have decided to employ Good Cop, Bad Cop and since I am being the former, offering Hanes some assorted confectionary..."
"Wait, you're letting Charles be Bad Cop?" She interrupted getting a nod from Jericho.
"Affirmative."
"Charles. Bad Cop?" Rosa stressed out and when Jericho nodded, she continued. "You have met Charles, right? He hasn't got a bad bone in his body." She told him, hence why she wasn't attracted to him in the slightest.
"I don't need him to have a bad bone in his body," Six shot back getting a glare for his mockery. "I just need him to act like he does." He stated calmly, unaffected by her glare. "Which Charles is perfectly capable of doing."
"No, he really isn't." Rosa disagreed vehemently. "There's a reason why we don't let him play Bad Cop, Amy too for that matter, neither of them is the least bit threatening."
"He might surprise you."
"Unlikely."
"But not unfeasible." Six countered before mentally shaking his head knowing that he had wasted too much time fraternizing with Rosalita. "I have a job to do," he said ending the conversation then and there and climbed into the car. Shutting the door behind him, he placed his seatbelt off and was about to leave only for the passenger door to swing open and Rosalita jumped in.
"Where we going anyway?"
"We?"
"Did I stutter?" Rosa voiced sarcastically as she placed her own seatbelt on after closing the door. "Damn, is that a Heads-Up Display?" She asked spotting the HUD on the windscreen. "Since when do Chevelles have Heads-Up Display?"
"Since I installed it." Six answered surprising her before pressing the screen in the dashboard. "Locate nearest confectionary store."
"..."
"Locate nearest confectionary store." He repeated and internally frowned when nothing happened. "Locate nearest confectionary store." He repeated again and got the same response, that response being nothing. "It was working earlier."
Rolling her eyes at him, Rosa leaned over and pressed the button on the touch screen. "Nearest Starbucks." She said and smirked at Jericho when a waypoint popped up on the Heads-Up Display. "It might work if you spoke like a normal person."
Ignoring her, Six pushed down on the accelerator and pulled away from the sidewalk, and just for the record there was nothing wrong with how he spoke. It wasn't his fault that he had been transported to some backwater era that...
"Are you sulking?" Rosalita's voice pulled the Spartan from his internal monologue.
"No."
"That came out a little quick," Rosa smirked as she let her head fall onto her shoulder. "Is somebody getting a bit defensive?" She teased playfully. Her smirk only grew when she saw his jaw tightening and knew that her taunt had hit its mark. "What's wrong, am I getting under your skin?"
"Like the youths did, you mean?" Six retorted glancing at her and watched as her smirk fell and looked in the other direction to stare out of the window.
"Whatever."
"What's wrong Rosalita, am I getting under your skin?" He asked turning her own words against her.
"Hardly."
"I could've sworn that I saw tears beginning to form."
"You saw nothing."
"As did the youths." Six added making Rosa grit her teeth.
"I had something in my eye."
"Yes, tears."
"Fuck you."
"How truculent."
"Would you just talk normal?!" The Latina growled at him as she turned and narrowed her dark eyes at him. "For just five minutes?"
Deciding to brush aside her comment, Six continued. "I guess it was nothing more than an act."
"And what's that?" Rosa demanded glaring daggers at him and contemplating whether or not if she should use her gun to silence him permanently... actually, it probably would have been better to use her knife and stab him in the throat. A gun would make too much noise... although, she wouldn't be turn down the chance to wrap her hands around his neck and strangle him to death.
"You being the tough, badass detective."
"It's not an act."
"No?"
"No."
"Hmmm."
"Go on, say it." Rosa encouraged with a low growl. "I dare you; I double dare you."
Six glanced at her from the corner of his eyes to see her giving him a death glare, one that he found rather amusing. "Actions speak louder than words, Rosalita." He told her only to be punched in the arm. "You're just proving my point."
"Yeah, well here another point for you," Rosa leaned over as far as she could and growled into his ear. "Drop dead."
"I suspect I will one day."
"Not soon enough if you ask me," She grumbled under her breath and as she fell back into the leather seat and folded her arms for good measure.
"I wasn't."
Rosa ignored him and decided to move the conversation along and ask a question that she wanted and would get an answer for. "How's it work anyway?" She asked and when she saw the scar-faced bastard glance at her she continued. "Your car driving itself."
Deciding to entertain her, Six answered her. "In this vehicle, much like my others, I have created and ensconced a rudimentary Artificial Intelligence that by pressing an application on my cellular device to select which vehicle I want will then drive to my locale." He told her candidly seeing no reason to lie to her in this instance.
Rosa gained a blank look after his little revelation, which admittingly she was sceptical about. "You made an Artificial Intelligence?"
"Hmmm."
"Bullshit."
"Believe what you wish, Rosalita." Six shot back as he followed the directions that was displayed on the HUD. "I am not here to convince you otherwise."
"How?"
"With time on my hands." Six replied and from the corner of his eye saw her giving him a dull look. "Do you really wish to know the process of creating an Artificial Intelligence?"
Rosa thought about for a moment. "No," She decided. "So, your rides can find you wherever you are?"
"Negative," He answered as he headed down another road. "The A.I tracks my cellular devices GPS and heads to it."
"And you can do that with all your rides?"
"Affirmative."
"Let's have a look then," Rosa all but demanded as she held her hand out; and when he looked at her, she smirked. "Don't worry, I won't check your search history." Holding his gaze briefly, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone and handed over to her.
Snatching it out of his hand, Rosa greedily picked up and noted that it was both larger and heavier than any smartphone she had ever seen. Speaking of which, "What sort of phones this?" She asked examining it. "Never seen it before."
"Be surprised if you did," Six remarked as he began slowing down as they reached their destination. "I made it."
"Well, aren't you full of surprises."
"I aim to please." He said absentmindedly getting a smirk from Rosa as he parked up not too far from the store.
"I'll have an herbal tea." Rosa said getting a grunt from Jericho as he got out of the car, shut the door and headed off towards Starbucks. Once he was gone, she flipped his phone around and pressed the button on the side making the screen light up revealing a stock photo.
Tapping the screen and dragging the bar across, she was a little surprised when she saw that Jericho had no code or even a fingerprint scanner to secure his phone. Still, she wasn't complaining since it meant that she had free access to his phone to do pretty much what the hell she wanted.
Tapping the Contact App, she brought up the names and numbers that had been saved and quickly skimmed through them. Growing bored, she returned to the home page and looked through his photo album to see that it was empty... which honestly didn't really surprise her. He didn't strike her as a shutterbug.
Swiping away the pages that she visited, Rosa looked through the apps before spotting one that had a silhouette of a car. Since it was probably the app that she was looking for, she tapped it and watched as the screen changed and two symbols for houses were displayed with different address. Wait, did that mean that he owned two homes? Well, wasn't the big guy doing well for himself.
Deciding to click the address that was in New York, she watched as the screen changed again and a long list of names appeared making her eyes widen and started reading through them.
1970 Chevrolet Chevelle-Active.
1970 Pontiac GTO.
1970 Dodge Challenger.
1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1.
1970 Oldsmobile 442.
1971 Plymouth Hemi Barracuda.
1940 Mercedes-Benz 540K.
1955 Chevrolet Corvette.
1954 Hudson Hornet.
1928 Duesenberg Model J.
1967 AC Cobra.
1928 Mercedes-Benz SSK.
2014 Harley-Davidson Dyna Fat Bob.
2014 Indian Scout Thunder Black.
2002 Honda CRF450R.
2003 Triumph Rocket 3.
2007 Harley-Davidson Sportster 1200.
As Rosa read the names her smile grew suddenly becoming more and more interested. Not only did he have great taste in cars, but he also had bikes too. She was almost tempted to press her finger on one of the bikes just to see if it would show it. Although now that she thought about it, it must have cost him a small fortune to buy and restore them all, especially the ones from the twenties.
Wait.
Enough money to apparently own two properties and buy all those cars which he certainly wouldn't have been able to do on a Detectives salary... was he that Jericho Reach? The anonymous owner of Noble Industires that many questioned whether or not he even existed since nobody had seen him or managed to interview him and instead spoke to the CEO. If he was, did that mean that she and the others had been working alongside a multibillionaire all this time without knowing?
That raised another question.
If he was a multibillionaire... why the hell did he have a day job?
She was suddenly pulled from her thoughts when the door opened making her jump, although she manged to hide it well, and watched as Jericho climbed back into the car holding a rather large box in his arms and on top of that were four drinks inside of a cupholder.
"What you do, buy the entire store?" Rosa quipped and if he was who she thought he was then he could've done so easily; then again, Noble Industires pretty much owned New York already.
"Negative," Six answered balancing the boxes on his lap and closed the door. "I am uncertain what Robert Hanes preference is concerning confectionary items, so I believed it would be judicious to offer him a wide selection." He explained grabbing one of the drinks and handing it too her.
"Thanks..." Rosa's voice trailed off when she saw what was written on the side. "Really?" She asked giving him a dull look when she saw the name Rosalita written on the side.
"So you'd know it was yours." Six replied casually as he placed his seatbelt on then started up the car.
Rosa didn't believe that for a second and responded by narrowing her eyes at him while also taking a sip of her herbal tea as Jericho pulled away and headed back to the Nine-Nine to interrogate Hanes. She still thought that it was stupid leaving Charles alone with him and letting him be Bad Cop, but it wasn't her case so if he wanted to screw it up then that was up to him.
"Pretty dope collection," She complimented as they headed back to the station. "Must have cost a small fortune."
"Nothing that broke the bank."
"I bet." Rosa mused greatly enjoying her tea. "So, you like bikes?"
"Hmmm."
"Got a favourite?"
"Not really," Six told her before pausing. "Although, I am partial to the one I'm building."
"You build your bikes?" She asked getting a nod making her intrigued. "What's the one you're building now?"
"I don't know, I haven't thought of a name yet."
"... Wait, you mean you're designing your own bike?"
"Affirmative."
She swore to God, if she didn't have the tea in her hand and he wasn't holding them boxes she'd be on him in an instant.
Within five minutes, Six and Rosa arrived back at the precinct and parked the Chevelle back in the parking lot. Getting out, the two quickly headed back to the main street and into the building.
"I'm holding onto this for a moment," Rosa told Jericho bluntly gesturing to his phone getting a grunt from him, clearly not giving a damn, as they stepped out of the elevator and into the Bullpen.
"Apology accepted," Six heard a very familiar voice state and looked forward to see both Hitchcock and Scully approaching him.
"Apology?" The Spartan questioned as the two Third Grade Detectives stopped in front of him.
"For stealing our work," Hitchcock stated like it was obvious.
"But we forgive you," Scully smiled at him. "And accept your peace offering." He said holding his hands out expectantly.
"Donuts," Hitchcock figured out sniffing the air shocking the Spartan.
"Chocolate with sprinkles," Scully continued smelling the air. "Strawberry glazed. Cream-filled. Frosted. Blueberry."
"Jelly Donut with a sprinkle of sugar," Hitchcock continued for him, again leaving the Spartan speechless. "Lemon Glazed. Apple Pie, and Strawberry cheesecake."
"How the hell did they...you know what, it doesn't matter." Six thought mentally shaking his head. "I have to go," he told them and quickly made his way to the interrogation room to play Good Cop after leaving Charles along to play Bad Cop for the last twenty minutes.
"No Jericho, don't go!" Scully cried out reaching for him as he disappeared.
"There, there, it's okay." Hitchcock consoled holding his best friend in his arms. "There will be another time."
While Hitchcock was busy consoling his best friend, Rosa walked across the Bullpen and headed over to her desk holding her tea in one hand and Jericho's phone in the other. Falling into her seat, she looked up as Amy and Gina came walking over.
"Where were you? I looked everywhere and I couldn't find you." Amy asked stopping in front of Rosa's desk with Gina before noticing the cup she was holding. "Wait, where did you get that?"
"At Starbucks."
"Oh," Amy pulled a face and nodded. "Well, I didn't want one or anything. Nope, the coffee in the pot is good enough for me."
"That's alright then."
"That's not your phone." Gina remarked noticing the phone she was using.
"It's Jericho's." Rosa informed her as she sipped on her Herbal Tea and played on the phone.
"Is it? Well, now I am interested." Gina said walking behind Rosa and sat down on the desk. "Anything good?"
"Plenty."
"Ummm...does Jericho know you've got it?" Amy asked very, very carefully but couldn't stop herself from taking a quick peak over Rosa's shoulder.
"No, I pickpocketed him without him knowing," Rosa lied deciding to mess with Amy just a little bit.
"Aren't you worried that he might get mad."
"I hope he does," Gina commented making them both look at her. "What? He's always so stiff, and not in the good way. I wouldn't mind seeing him lose control for once and get a little rough."
"True," Rosa concurred with Gina. "He's like a white, jacked Holt."
"That's not exactly a bad thing..." Rosa and Gina looked at her making her flustered. "I didn't mean it like that...and this isn't about me!" She told them crossing her arms over her chest. "We were talking about Rosa stealing Jericho's phone."
"God, you're such a goody two-shoes."
"That's hardly an insult." Amy retorted making Rosa roll her eyes. "If anything, it shows that I have integrity and...
"No friends?"
"Shut up Gina." Amy grumbled. She had friends, and lots of them!
"You are a piece of work, Amy." Gina shook her head. "I took time out of my busy schedule to help you, and this how you repay my kindness?" She asked making Amy roll her eyes at her dramatics.
"How'd it go?" Rosa asked referring to the Snitches-um, Junior Police Program.
"Well, after you disappeared, I manged to convince Gina to help out."
"And I wowed them with my amazing and Gina-given dances skills."
"...Don't you mean God-given dance skills?" Rosa asked getting a giggle from Gina.
"That's what I said."
"No," Amy wasted no time bursting her bubble. "You weirded them out with your dance skills."
"They, just like the rest of the world are just not ready for it was all."
Amy ignored her and looked at Rosa." We did manage to get eight of them to sign up though, so that's a plus." She said optimistically getting a snort from the dark-haired detective. "So, what did you and Jericho get up too?"
"Jealous?"
"No," Amy laughed off Gina's accusation. "I don't care that I haven't got to work with the greatest detective in the entire NYPD."
"Nobody mentioned anything about working with him." Rosa pointed out making Amy's cheeks heat up.
"I meant hypothetically."
"Sure ya did,"
"Not much," Rosa said once Gina was finished. "Just about his cars and him building an Artificial Intelligence and installing them in his rides lets him select which one he wants and drives to his location."
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait," Amy interrupted shaking her head and blinking rapidly. "Did you just say that Jericho built an Artificial Intelligence? An actual A.I?"
"That's what he said," Rosa shrugged. "Also, I think that he might be that Jericho Reach." She said getting confused/blank looks from Amy and Gina. "You know, the anonymous owner of Noble Industries."
"You're kidding," Amy suddenly found herself whispering.
"Nope, " Rosa said waving them both over and brought up the car app for them. "Look, Jericho has two addresses' one in New York and another outside the city somewhere," Clicking the address in the city, she brought up the long list of vehicles and showed it to them.
"Oh my god," Amy exclaimed seeing the list. "There's so many."
"Which easily must have cost a few million, especially if he had to hunt down the parts for the older vehicles."
"Sexy. A bad-Boy. Great pecks, and loaded? He's the perfect package." Gina remarked ignoring the looks she received from Amy and Rosa.
"Wait, if Jericho is a multibillionaire why would he be working a job with a wage that for would be considered change?" Amy asked the obvious question. "I mean, he could give every person in New York a million dollars, and he'd still be a multibillionaire."
"I wouldn't turn down a million dollars."
"None of us would," Amy told Gina before her eyes widened as she realized something. "Wait, does that mean that Jericho is responsible for all the advancements in technology, Healthcare, Biotech and countless other fields over the last decade?"
"Right, and I'm sure the thousands of employees that work at Noble Industries have nothing to do with that." Rosa droned as he looked at the other property and stopped when she looked at one of the names. "The hell's a Warthog?"
After leaving Hitchcock and Scully and headed towards the interrogation room, Six walked down the halls before stopping when he heard a crash coming from the evidence room. Deciding to investigate, he poked his head through the door to find Terry, who was down to his vest, leaning against the wall with a defeated look and in front of him was a pink child's castle.
"Sergeant?"
"Oh, hey Jericho." Terry greeted with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "When did you get back?"
"Just now," Six told him even if technically he had got back over twenty minutes ago. "What this?"
"I was trying to build this dollhouse for Cagey and Lacy. It's their birthday tomorrow and I promised Sharon that I'd get it done...but it's defeated me."
Six looked down at the assorted parts that were scattered around the room. "What sort of castle has wheels?"
"I DON'T KNOW!" Terry cried out looking completely broken. "The fairy princess castle has defeated me. I'm a grown man with man hands and a man brain. I should be able to put together a dollhouse in less than three hours! Why does it have to be so hard?" He asked getting up and crawling to the castle and picked up one of the screws. "Look, this screw has three pointy sides...and nowhere to screw it in!"
"It must fit somewhere..."
"Where Jericho?! Terry has looked everywhere, and Terry's found nowhere!" The muscular sergeant exclaimed showing him the screw before noticing the box he was holding. "What's that you got?"
"Some confectionary items for Robert Hanes," Six explained and when he got a confused from Terry he elaborated further. "The man that I believe killed Bryan Murphy, the man that was killed at Alexandria Plaza."
"Damn! Things are never simple with you, are they?" Terry remarked. "So, what you got inside the box?"
"Donuts."
"Donuts?" Terry repeated, his mouth watering at the mere mention of his favourite cheat-meal.
"Hmmm."
"Could...Terry have a look?"
Seeing now harm in it, Six placed the drinks to one side and opened the box making Terry's eyes light up at the sheer number of donuts that were inside, pretty much making him salivate. Seeing the look in his eye and feeling sorry for him, he relented. "Would you like one?"
"Terry shouldn't...but Terry will!" He laughed joyfully, his previous bad mood all but forgotten as he picked up one of the donuts and took a bite. "Mmmmm, these are good."
"Would you like another?"
"I knew you had a soft side," Terry chuckled taking another donut only for the box to slam shut. "DAMN, JERICHO!
"Enjoy your castle."
"Damn, that's cold." Terry remarked watching Jericho place the drinks back on top of the box, turned and left the room leaving him standing there alone.
Leaving the evidence room, Six made a beeline straight for the interrogation room after wasting enough time fraternizing with Terry when he had allowed his curiosity to get the better of him.
Reaching the interrogation room, he found a uniformed officer standing guard waiting for Charles to knock on the door to give him the signal to let him out. As he approached the door, he heard his partners voice coming from inside the room. "Ready to talk, Hanes or do you want things to get crazy in here?"
"I know my rights!" Hanes blurted out. "You can't touch me!"
"That's where you're wrong, Hanes... There's nothing I won't touch." Charles said making the officer standing outside the door grimace.
"Thank god you're here, Reach," The officer sighed in relief upon seeing Six. "I can't, I can't...I just can't listen to anymore more of this." He said looking on the brink of having a mental breakdown. "Please, can you just make it end."
Charles must have been even better than he thought if he capable of making even the officers uncomfortable; he couldn't help but wonder why the rest of the squad didn't employ his talents.
Giving the officer a nod, the door was opened allowing him to enter. Standing in the doorway, he peered into the room to see Charles sitting at the table with his fingers interlinked and resting his hands on the surface, and on the other side, Robert Hanes was cuffed and looked indifferent as he stared at Charles.
"I apology for my tardiness," Six voiced drawing their attention and when Robert looked at him his eyes widened in fear.
"Oh, god not you." Robert whimpered as saw the cop that had taken them all down within a matter of seconds, one that he was far wearier of then the pig that had been interrogating him for the last fifteen minutes.
"Please forgive my partner," Six said walking to the room. "Any little thing sets him off." He added placing the box on the table.
"Him?" Hanes asked incredulously.
"I don't need your help here, Jericho!" Charles snapped glaring angrily at the scar-faced detective. "Why don't you leave us alone so we can have a private chat."
Hanes rolled his eyes. "I'm not saying a word without my lawyer...gah! Don't do that!" He almost jumped out of his skin when Jericho held the drinks in his face.
"Are you thirsty?" Six asked offering him the drinks. "I brought you hot beverages. You can have Tea, Coffee, and Hot Chocolate."
"N-No, I'm not thirsty." Hanes quickly declined.
"Are you sure, I hear they're good." Six said enticing him with the drinks only for Charles to slam the table with his fist.
"You're going to need those drinks when I get through with you!" Charles threatened, though it didn't have the effect he wanted and instead hurt himself making him hold his throbbing hand underneath his arm.
"Donut?" Six offered opening the box.
"N-No, I'm not hungry!" Hanes declined once again only for Six to push the box closer to him.
"Please, I insist." Robert gulped as he stared into the empty blue eyes that sent a shiver down his spine and for a second felt he was staring at the Grim Reaper. "I brought these for you, Mr Hanes. Just take one bite... surely one bite won't hurt?"
"I..."
"Forget the donuts, Reach!" Charles growled and he continued to play Bad Cop. "The only thing he's going to be eating is my fist when I start fisting him." Hanes began to visibly sweat, either from Charles comment or from the encouragement from Jericho to eat the donuts... or maybe it was a combination.
"Wait, you're Jericho Reach?"
"Affirmative."
"Oh, shit." Hanes began hyperventilating when he realized exactly who it was that was standing in front of him. "I confess, I killed him." He blurted out surprising Charles how quickly his tune changed.
"Well, that was anticlimactic." Charles muttered, disappointed that he wouldn't get to use the entire routine he had planned on making him Hanes talk.
"Why?"
"We had a deal. He gave me the account numbers, I faked being the client, and cleared out the account. In exchange, he got a cut. It's a con I've run a hundred times. But then he starts to get nervous. Tries to back out."
"So you threw him off a roof?" Charles asked getting a nod.
"I couldn't risk him warning the bank. Or going to the cops... I had to protect my interests!"
"And the men that you were speaking too at the Dirty Guset?" Six grilled pressing further despite already knowing. "How do they come into this?"
"Thomas was going to make us the IDs for us that along with the account numbers and passcodes that would allow us to empty the accounts."
"Guess there is no honour among thieves." Charles remarked getting a dirty look from Hanes.
"Hey, if I'm going down, they're coming with me." Robert scowled at the pair of Detectives.
"Robert Hanes, you're under arrest for the murder of Bryan Murphy, Conspiracy to commit Robbery, and for Aggravated Assault." Six charged him. "An Officer will escort you back to the holding cells where further preparations will be made." He added before looking at Charles. "Let's go."
"Ummm, I know this might be a bad time, but could I have one of those donuts now?" Robert asked reaching for one of the donuts only for the lid to be slammed shut.
"No."
"Awww." Robert pouted lowering his head as Jericho grabbed both the drinks and donuts and left the room with Charles.
It was a few hours later after interviewing all four of the men, the fourth eventually turning up with a broken hand that left a few murmurs through the station and charging them for Aggravated Assault and Conspiracy to Commit Robbery that Six could be found sitting at his desk and filling out the paperwork while everyone else was getting ready to go home.
Looking up when he spotted something in the corner of his eye, Six watched as Charles came out carrying the dollhouse that Terry had tried and failed to construct earlier that day...only with a few alterations from what he could see.
Watching as Charles placed it on the desk, he saw him walking to Terry who was back wearing his work uniform and had his faced pressed into the table, something he had been doing ever since he had returned to the Bullpen.
"Hey, Sarge. I assembled the castle for you." Charles told him gesturing over to where said castle was situated making Terry look up and smiled when he saw it sitting there.
"Oh, my god." Six heard Terry laugh in disbelief as he got up from his desk and walked over to the castle before noticing the alterations that had been made. "What happened to all the princess flourishes?"
"Well, they were destroyed, so I turned it into a princess police station. You know, some jobs take brains, and some jobs take muscles, and some jobs take dainty little fingers." Charles said wiggling his fingers at the much larger man. "Did I ever tell you I had to wear a woman's wedding ring?"
"Thank you, Boyle. I appreciate it."
Six attention was pulled from Charles and Terry when he felt someone slap his arm with the back of their hand. Turning to face who it was, despite already having a pretty good idea, he found Rosalita sitting on the edge of his desk.
"Can I help you, Rosalita?" Six asked returning to his paperwork.
"Got any plans tonight?"
"I suppose I'll go home and brood for the night," He replied missing the smirk she had.
"And which home would that be, Rich-Boy?" She teased and was a little disappointed when he showed no reaction.
"Well, it's a weekday so it'll be my property in the city," Six answered as he continued working on his paperwork only to abruptly stop when a loud siren resounded throughout the room making everyone jump. Looking in the direction of where it was coming from, he saw the culprit.
"I'll fix that! I'll fix... I'll fix it!" Charles cried out as she worked on switching off the police siren, he had installed into the dollhouse to give it a more authentic feel. After a few moments, he managed to switch it off.
As soon as the noise died down, Terry wandered over to where Jericho and Rosa were sitting. "Hey, guys." He greeted the two with a friendly smile. "Got anything planned tonight?"
"Nah, just kicking back and chilling." Rosa answered Terry before nodding her head at Jericho who was busy filling out the paperwork. "And he's brooding tonight." She added getting a chuckle from Terry as the others stepped out of the Break Room and came wandering over.
"You know," Terry voiced changing the subject as the others walked over. "I don't think we discussed the stipulations of the Bet now that we have a third person involved."
"No, we did Tear-Bear." Gina stated as she walked over. " Jericho agreed that if he lost that he would walk around the office without his shirt on."
"Jericho didn't agree to that at all."
"Mmmm, I pretty sure that he did," Gina told Jericho. "You probably just forgot was all, you've had a busy day."
"I have an Eidetic Memory," Six revealed to the squad as Amy looked rather intrigued. "I remember everything." He added missing the sad looks from Terry, Amy, Charles and Jake who knew just a small snippet of his past.
"Guess that's why I've never seen you whip out a notepad," Jake commented getting a small grunt from Jericho. "Man, you're so lucky." Everyone suddenly looked at him. "What?! Not having to remember to carry around stuff sounds awesome... and just think, If I did have an Eid-whatyoucallit, whenever I was bored I could rewatch Die Hard in my head."
"Of course that would be your first thought." Amy rolled her eyes at Jake before turning her attention back to Jericho and looked over his shoulder to see him working on his paperwork. "Oh, Mamma." She thought upon seeing how meticulous it was.
"But Terry does bring up a good point," Jake remarked agreeing with the Sergeant. "So how about this? If you lose, then you have to give me..." He brought up his hand pressed his Pinky against his lips. "One Million Dollars!" He smiled quoting a certain doctor and the others chuckle or roll their eyes at him.
Amy snorted at him. "What do you mean give you One Million Dollars? You're losing, remember?"
"For the moment," Jake retorted. "But now that the Slump is over it won't be long until I'm back in the lead."
"Okay."
"Say what now?" Jake blinked dumbly as he looked at Jericho.
"What now."
"You're hilarious."
"Thank you."
"And what did you mean by Okay."
"If I lose, I shall give the winner a Million Dollars." Six cleared up for Jake getting a sceptical from him.
"Oh, and I suppose that you just have a Million Dollars laying around," Jake chuckled shaking his head before Amy whispered something in his ear making his laughter cease and the colour drain from his cheeks. Looking between Amy, Rosa, and Gina they all nodded at him. "You're Jericho Reach?!"
"I've been here a week; you should know my name by now."
"Obviously I know your name, but I meant that you're that Jericho Reach...wait," A lightbulb suddenly went off in his head making him grin wildly. "Your parents are dead..."
"Jake!" Terry yelled as everyone looked at him for his insensitive comment.
If he hadn't been so in the moment, Jake probably would have felt bad and apologized but instead continued. "You're an amazing detective, you beat up criminals, and you own a multibillion-dollar company. Your Batman!" He nodded firmly as if he had just solved the case of the century.
"I hate to say... but he's sort of got a point." Amy begrudgingly agreed with Jake.
"Incorrect," Six disagreed with their statement. "I have not adopted and indoctrinated children into a life of vigilantism." He told them...No, that was something that ONI did.
"Batman doesn't indoctrinate kids."
"He's got a point." Rosa agreed with Jericho earning a scandalous gasp from Jake.
"Then there's the fact that Batman trained extensively for over ten years and yet only trains his proteges a couple at months at best." Six added as he continued to fill out the paperwork for the murder of Bryan Murphy. "Realistically, Robin would have been dead within a week."
"It's not meant to be realistic, it's a comic book!"
"And why does Batman have Robin wearing bright colours,"
"Ah, ha!" Jake cried out in victory. "Got ya! Batman doesn't make Dick Greyson wear bright colours. He wears them to honour the Flying Greyson's. You embarrass yourself!"
"I think we've gotten a little of track here, "Terry voiced pulling the conversation back. "We were talking about the conditions of the Bet."
"Right we were, Terry." Jake responded. "We were talking about if Jericho lost that he would have to give the winner a Million Pounds...which I will happily take when I beat you both!" He declared looking between Amy and Jericho, the former rolling her eyes.
"Keep dreaming, Peralta." Amy told him before looking back at Jericho who was still hard at work. "And are you sure, Jericho? I mean it's a lot of money to give away just on a bet."
"Not for him!"
"Jake!"
"What?
"I'm sure, Amy." Six confirmed with a nod. "I have very little else to offer."
"Then it's decided!" Jake decreed excitedly. "If Jericho loses then he gives the winner a Million Dollars." He giggly rubbed his hands together. "I can't wait to tell my family that I'm a Millionaire and brag about how much better I am than anyone else."
"I want in too."
"You?" Jake asked Rosa getting a nod.
"Damn right," She acknowledged with a smirk. "I'm not missing the chance to win a Million Dollars."
"Fine by me, it'll just make my victory all the sweeter when I beat the four of you."
"Jake, Amy, Rosa, and Jericho, the ultimate foursome." Charles claimed making everyone look at him. "What?"
Deciding to ignore what Charles said knowing that they'd probably be there all night, Terry moved the conversation along. "Alright, so Jericho is giving the winner a Million Dollars. Jake is giving away his Ford Mustang. Amy is going on a date with the winner...
"A terrible date."
"And what about you, Rosa?" Terry asked ignoring Jake.
"We'll think of something."
"Alright then," Terry nodded deciding not to argue with her. "If any of you want to back out now would be the time...if not, shake hands." He told them and watched as Jericho and Rosa got up from their respective spots as the four of them shook.
"I'm looking forward taking that money from you," Rosa smirked shaking Jericho's hand and applying as much pressure as she could, alas it had no effect on him.
"Hey, that was my line!" Jake cried out as he shook their hands to make the Bet official.
"You snooze, you lose." She smirked back as Jake made a face at her.
"Oh, real mature." He retorted as Jericho shook Amy's hand.
Shaking his hand, Amy really enjoyed the feeling of Jericho's large, calloused hand on her skin. While she would have liked to win that Million Dollars from him, mainly so that she could rub it in the faces of both David and Jake, but mostly David, she was secretly hoping that Jericho would win the bet just so she got to go on a date with him when it was finally over.
An actual date.
Not the terrible one that Jake had planned for them if he won.
God, she really hoped that Jericho won now.
And cut! Here is the next chapter of The Demon Of The Nine-Nine! I hope you all enjoyed it. Most of all the Squad, even if Terry and Holt were already aware that Jericho is the owner of Noble Industires and a multi-billionaire. I haven't decided what Rosa will have to do if she loses, so if you have any suggestions then let me know.
Also, Rosa, Amy, and Gina have managed to have a little sneak peek at his collection of cars and bikes that Six owns at his place in New York. And I'm sure you're wondering why he owns a second place when he owns the manor...and for the in-universe reason it's because its more convenient to have a place in the city that he goes to instead of leaving New York every day.
The place will eventually be introduced and just so can visualize it in your heads and see it for yourself...it's the apartment that you get in Mass Effect 3 during the Citadel DLC; only there will be a slight change to it which will be touched upon when I actually right about it.