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.

TheClowningPrince: He is either gonna lose his mind or join in with the madness as he learns to embrace his human side.

Solidghost: When/If the team try to look at his file, then I'll use it as his military profile.

Seanklovett: There will be some comedic aspects to this in time... but right now, Six is an extremely serious individual. He might have some one-liners, but he won't be as silly as the others for a very long time...maybe not until his actual past is revealed, depending on if I go that route.

Guest: He might do. Or maybe even has a feeling that Jericho Reach and the Demon are one and the same but has so actual proof as of yet... you'll have to wait and see.

Guest: Six could live out his favourite movie. Problem is I'm not sure what I would pick as his favourite movie.

Justarandomdude: I'd imagine that none of them would want to believe it. Then when they learn the horrors of the Spartan-III program and how out of three hundred Spartans, that were mostly around twelve years old at the time, only two came back, and the trauma that Six has gone through, they won't know what to think...if I reveal it to them that is.

Chapter 4.

"You can introduce yourself properly later." Six heard the captain tell the squad after his brief introduction with his new team, aside from Detective Boyle who he noted had been uncommunicative throughout the entire conversation. Furthermore, he seemed to be becoming an interesting shade of blue as suddenly forgot how to breath as he stared at him...which admittingly was a first.

His presence often made people uncomfortable, nervous, and on edge, which he attributed to his scars that did not make him the most approachable person. Still, if given the chance he wouldn't have removed them. They were mementos of past, reminders of the times when he hadn't been good enough. When he hadn't been strong enough, fast enough, or tactically aware of the situation at hand.

"Reach, if you would come to my office." Holt commanded as he turned around and headed back to his office with the Spartan wordlessly shadowing his new commanding officer. As he walked away, Six heard the squad speaking quietly among themselves, however thanks to his enhanced hearing he heard them as clearly as if he had been standing next to them.

"So, first impressions?" He heard the Sergeant asked the others before his voice turned startled. "Damn, Boyle. Breath!"

"Sorry." Six heard Boyle exhale. "I think I forgot how to breath. Looking into those eyes..."It was at that moment that he chose to tune the detectives out as stepped through the door, ducking beneath the doorframe to avoid hitting his head, and entered the captain's office.

"Take a seat, Detective." Captain Holt said offering Jericho a seat as he closed the door behind them so they could talk in private. Doing as instructed, he walked over to the desk, which had the essentials and a few personalized items such as the rainbow flag that was situated in the dark wooden pot.

Pulling the chair out, Six sat down and made it creak because of his weight, a by-product of his augmentations that had increased his muscle mass...but not to the degree of his predecessors due to lacking the carbide Ceramic Ossification, although Holt didn't comment on it as he walked passed him and around the table.

As he waited for his new commanding officer to sit in his own seat, Six took the opportunity to scan the room. Hanging on the wall were picture frames that displayed newspaper clippings rather than photos, the most notable being the clipping that was about him being the first openly gay Police Captain in New York; and considering that it also mentioned that he had been appointed the captain of the Nine-Nine it was recent too.

Behind the desk was a large wall unit that ran the length of the wall with a large bookshelf in the middle that had miscellaneous items such as folders that he suspected had important paperwork stored inside, the most notable being coloured folders that were arranged into the LGTB colour scheme. Quite a few horse head ornaments, a globe on the bottom shelf, and various trophies and awards; and on the far right he saw a picture of a corgi.

"I trust finding the precinct was not too difficult?" Captain Holt's voice pulled the Spartan's attention and looked back to see that he was now sitting in front of him.

"No, sir." Six responded as he gave Holt his full attention to see him pulling out a folder from his desk.

"I am sure you're wondering why I had you transferred from the 0-7 on such short notice." Holt voiced as he stared back at the Spartan emotionlessly.

"I have my hypothesis." Six stated. Holt said nothing simply have him a look for him to elaborate. "You've faced discrimination, racial profiling, and homophobia for the last thirty-six years preventing you progressing passed Detective. Only now, despite having over six-hundred arrests, have you been giving your own command; one you do not wish to be taken from you."

"You have done your research." Holt complimented sounding somewhat impressed considering that it hadn't been until he had confessed to Peralta and Santiago that they and everyone else, aside from Terry, knew that he was gay...even though he hadn't hid it from anyone.

"Part of the job." Six countered neutrally. "My presence could jeopardize that however." he warned him with a serious expression. "I've made many enemies..."

"I am well aware of your past, Reach." Holt cut him off by raising his hand. "Nor does it concern me. In fact, it is one of the reasons I had you transferred here." he revealed as popped his glassing on and opened up the file that was sitting on his desk.

"After graduating from the academy in 2003 you joined the 34th precinct and placed under Detective James Lawton." Holt read the record in the file before looking up over his glasses to stare at the Spartan. "No more than a month later you personally arrested him."

"Lawton was corrupt." Six informed him stiffly. He really hadn't thought about his first partner in years, not after he had arrested him, and he had been kicked off the force along with numerous others.

"And Captain Woods?"

"With all due respect, Captain." Six said bluntly. "If you have my file, you know exactly what happened to him." he added carefully not wanting to come across as rude, certainly not to his new commanding officer.

"Indeed, I do." Captain Holt concurred. "The corruption within the 34th sent shockwaves through the NYPD forcing the department to make a radical change in our ranks...quite the endeavour for someone fresh out of the academy."

"Perhaps." B312 concurred. "However, my previous occupation made turning a blind-eye impossible."

"Yes, I am aware of your military service." Holt remarked as he looked back down at the file. "Nevertheless, by the end of the month you had, with the help of Internal Affairs, you arrested all senior members of the 34th. Following that you personally turned the precinct around lowering crime 87% within the first year before you were transferred to the 14th Precinct and followed a similar pattern before moving on to the 21st precinct."

"And from what your files shows me, as well as the numerous interviews your captains have given, it is a recurring pattern; one I would like repeated here." Holt revealed to him. "The previous Captain has left a lot to be desired." he voiced as he regarded the Spartan for a moment.

Privately, Six agreed with Holt. From what he had read concerning the now retired Captain McGintly, he treated the precinct like his own personal funhouse, a habit he had passed onto his detectives judging from how lax they and the numerous games they had invented and participated in. If he was going to straighten this precinct up then he was going to have his work cut out for him.

"But enough about that for the time being." the captains voice pulled the Spartan from his thoughts. "While your performance over the last decade has been exceptional, I have noticed a few weaknesses I believe we can tackle."

"Sir." While he didn't show it, Six was a little taken back at the bluntness of his statement. His previous captains, hell even Ackerson, Kurt, and Admiral Parangosky, had never once brought up his shortcomings and simply let him do his job; only one person had ever brought it up and he...

"It says here that you are quite reserved with your teammates, preferring to what your superiors label as going lone wolf whenever possible, and having trouble trusting and relying on people...

"It's served me well."

"Not being able to trust anyone?"

"Only a friend can betray you, sir." Six commented calmly.

"Sounds like a lonely life." Holt remarked after a moment of silence looking over the brim of his glasses. "Not being able to trust anybody."

"I'm still alive."

"Do you not think life would be more enjoyable having people you care about in it?"

"Everyone I've cared about is dead." Six stated bluntly, even if that wasn't technically true. They hadn't even been born yet. Granted he knew that his ancestors were somewhere on Earth, but he had no desire to meet them. After all he shouldn't have even been there considering he hadn't been born until the twenty-sixth century. " Besides, the job takes precedence over everything."

"There is more to life than the job."

"It's all it needs to be."

Holt said nothing as he regarded his newest detective for a moment. His dossier had noted how detached and work-oriented he was, but he had not been expecting it to be quiet on this level. He understood better than most distancing yourself away, even taking a logical approach to life. But the way he spoke, his mannerisms, body language, and everything that had been highlighted by the numerous psychologist that had tried to gauge his psyche, it was adamantly clear that he had long ago gave up on his humanity.

Was that the right mindset for a cop? In his opinion, no. But not one of his captains could fault his performance, and the stats spoke for themselves. Still, knowing of the countless traumas he had experienced throughout his life such as watching his parents murdered when he was six years old leaving him orphaned, then his time in the military, he could not say he could blame him.

"I disagree." Holt disputed. "But that is a conversation we can save for a later date." He informed him as he removed his glasses and closed the file. "For the time being I would like you to familiarize yourself with the team, build up a repour with them."

"Understood, sir."

"Good." Captain Holt seemed satisfied with his response as he got up out of his seat, an action that the Spartan mirrored. "Welcome to the Nine-Nine." he said as he extended his hand.

"Thank you, sir." Six appreciated as he shook his head for exactly three seconds. "I won't let you down." he claimed as the two released the handshake.

Instead of verbally responding, Holt simply nodded while privately approving of the correct length of his handshake; at least they would not need to work on that. That made his job easier. "I'll have someone give you the tour and show you to your desk." he told him as he walked around the table and headed for the door, Jericho following behind him.

Reaching the door, he opened it up and stepped out into the bullpen and quickly noticed that Peralta was still absent, which did not surprise him in the slightest. In fact, he was glad, he had been planning on bringing it up. His chronical tardiness was just something else to add to the list.

Scanning the room, he noticed that most of his detectives were at their desks or inside of the breakroom making themselves a coffee or using the food dispenser. Looking for someone competent, meaning Scully and Hitchcock were out of the question, his eyes landed on...

"Detective Santiago."

"Yes, Captain!" Amy blurted out, startling the others close by, as she jumped from her seat the moment, she heard Holt address her, almost tripping over the loose wires underneath her desk. "How can I help?! Whatever you need I can and will do it, no questions asked."

Santiago was enthusiastic, the Spartan would give her that as he watched as she pretty much ran over to Holt fervently waiting for instruction.

"I would like you to give Detective Reach a tour around the precinct." Captain Holt told her authoritatively.

"Of course!" She smiled more than happy to help, especially if it got her on Holt's good side. "I'll give him the rooting tooting..."

"Rooting tooting?" Holt questioned making Amy's cheeks colour and a few of the other detectives and officers that were present snicker at her.

"Hah, rooting tooting." Rosa laughed at her desk much to Amy's embarrassment.

"Um, I mean...sure, whateves." Amy shrugged causally, while deep down frantically trying to play it cool in front of the captain and the new guy, who if not for the different ethnicities could have mistaken them for father and son by how expressionless they both were. She did her best not to look intimidated when Holt stared at her.

"Hmm, perhaps someone else."

"No, wait! I can be better..."

"Diaz, give Detective Reach a tour around the precinct."

"Sure thing, Captain." Rosa nodded as she placed her coffee down on her desk and got up, while everyone else pretend not to see the hurt look on Amy's face that looked like she had just been told that someone had just kicked a bunch of puppies.

With one final nod to his newest detective, Captain Holt headed back into his office and closed the door behind him leaving a silence that lingered as Amy looked torn between breaking down in tears and just crawling into a ball and dying on the spot...thankfully, the Spartan had a way out.

"Let's go, big guy." Rosa called out to the Nine-Nines newest detective who quickly excused himself from Amy who pouted passed her and walked over to where Diaz was standing with her arms folded.

"Ready?" She asked with a bored look getting a nod from Jericho. "Right, well we call this area the bullpen." She revealed, indicating to the area they were currently standing in. "This is where we work."

"I gathered." Rosa smirked slightly at his comment, but opted to keep her thoughts to herself as she nodded, she head over to the kitchen area and headed over there with Jericho wordlessly following behind her.

"It's not fair." Amy mumbled still looking dejected as she watched Rosa giving Jericho the grand tour, the tour that she was meant to be giving him.

"You need to stop trying so hard, Amy." Charles told her with his typical friendly smile. "You should start being more like Jake." he insisted as once again he brought up how great his best friend was, much to her ire as she glared at him. "He always remains cool under pressure..."

"I don't want to hear about stupid Jake." she growled at him.

"Jake, stupid?" Charles gave her an incredulous stare. "I think the only one being stupid here is you."

"Charles has got a point." Terry spoke up as he walked back to them holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a file in the other. "About not trying so hard that is." he felt he needed to clarify that. "You always get so excited whenever you speak to Holt. You need to get out of your own head."

"How can I not?" She exclaimed as she looked into the captain's office to see him reading the same file he had been reading when he had been speaking to Jericho. "He's a living legend."

"You'll get no arguments from me." Terry agreed completely.

"And If I'm ever going to get him to mentor me, I need him to first notice and respect me."

"I'm sure he's noticed you...I mean, he did ask you to show Jericho around first."

"Yeah...and look how that went?" she grumbled as she answered Charles. "Why don't I just keep messing everything up, maybe that way the captain will spend as much time with me as he does Jake."

"Well, Jake is his best detective." Charles insisted for a second time that day.

"Second best."

"For the moment." Both Amy and Charles looked sharply at the sergeant who took a sip of his coffee.

"What does that mean?" Amy grilled, momentarily forgetting that she was speaking to her superior officer.

"You'll see for yourself." Terry stated cryptically. "Just know that Holt had him transferred for a reason."

"I'm not worried." Charles sounded unconcerned about there being a deeper reason behind Jericho's sudden transfer. "Jake's the best cop in New York...and there no way that is changing any time soon, right big guy." he asked slapping Terry's chest with the back of his hand.

"Damn it, Charles!" Terry hollered as he held onto his drink for dear life. "Can't you see me holding a coffee?!"

While Terry was busy scolding Charles, Amy watched Rosa showing Jericho around with pursed lips. The more she heard about him the more curious she got, certainly now that Terry sounded so firm in his belief that Jake was about to be knocked off his perch as the precinct's best detective. Furthermore, it was really starting to bother her that she knew she had heard his name before...but for the life of her she could not recall where.

"This is the breakroom." Rosa informed Jericho as they stepped inside of the breakroom after she had showed him the kitchen, where he had barely uttered a word. Either he was nervous on account of it being his first day, which she had a hard time believing, or he only spoke when he needed to; she was really hoping that it was the latter since the others didn't know when to shut up.

"This is where we spend most of our downtime between cases and when we need to chill." She told him as she turned round to see those cold blue eyes of his scanning the room.

"Do you chill a lot?" Six asked as he looked around the room where he spotted two large vending machines that were filled with assorted goods. Next to that was another vending machine that served hot drinks, and a sink in the corner. In front of the window was a table that had a coffee machine, one that looked a little bigger than the one in the kitchen. On the other side of the room were two large couches that were worn and grubby, a snooker table, a boxing dummy in one of the corners, and a table and chairs near the centre of the room.

However, it was the board on the wall that drew his attention, specifically what he saw pinned to it.

"When we can." Rosa struggled to keep a smirk from forming at Jericho's sardonic remark as she watched him walk over to the notice board. Walking with him, she stopped behind him and looked around his muscular frame to see what he was staring at.

"The Demon." Six heard Diaz comment from behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw her standing there before she came and stood next to him. "You must have heard of him."

"Somewhat." Six responded as he turned his attention to the photograph that had a distorted picture of a figure gunning down criminals, however it was impossible to identify them since the picture was pixelated; something he had Dot to thank for. "Never put much faith in myths." He added.

"A myth?" Rosa gave him a questioning look. "The Demon has been on a murderous rampage for the last ten years killing hundreds of people and you think he's some sort of urban legend?" she probed the new detective. "You been living under a rock or something?"

"No, I simply require proof." Six countered calmly, privately amused that the nickname the people had given him had been the exact name that the Covenant had given the Spartans.

"What'cha doing?" An upbeat voice suddenly asked drawing both their attention and turned to the source to see Gina standing in the doorway.

"Showing him around." Rosa answered nodding at Jericho, however her voice sounded tighter than usual. "Why?"

"No reason." She laughed sweetly getting a quirked eyebrow from Rosa. "Hey." she pretty much sung out as she smiled at Jericho from the doorway.

"Ma'am." Six greeted with a nod.

"I'm Gina." She introduced herself as she wandered over, Rosa noticing that there was more of a sway in her step making her roll her eyes realizing what she was trying to do.

"Gina." again he responded by nodding, not sure what else to say to her...that and the look she was giving him was putting him on edge; it was the same look that the Brutes had whenever they swore they were going to tear the flesh from his bones.

"You're so serious." She giggled as she walked over to the new handsome and hunky detective and held her hand out to him. "Welcome to the Nine-Nine." she said as Jericho shook her hand. "Oooh, your hand is so rough and manly." she tittered as her fingers softly traced up and his hands and smiled sultrily.

"Ready to continue with the rest of the tour?"

"Yes." Six blurted out, cursing himself at how quickly it came out.

"C'mon then." Rosa once again led the way, much to the Spartans relief and left the room unaware of the fact that Gina was shamelessly checking out his arse and liking what she saw. Plus, there was the fact that she noticed how quickly she managed to make him uncomfortable. Oh yes, she was going to have a lot of fun with him indeed.

Sometime after being shown around the precinct by Rosa, Six was now sitting at his new desk that was adjourned with hers that had once belonged to a Detective Casey Cook before he had either been transferred, demoted, or retired. He hadn't really asked, nor was it any of his business to be honest.

"This will be good." Six heard Rosa comment as he worked on his computer, which was frankly a load of crap compared to the computers of his era and the one had back at home. It was the equivalent to taking a calculator and trying to hack into the pentagon.

"Ah, Captain. You're at my desk...just what I want to see first thing in the morning." A voice that he didn't recognise commented drawing his attention. Turning to the source of the voice, Six saw another detective stepping into the bullpen, one he knew as Jacob "Jake" Jeffery Peralta.

From the file that Dot had compiled for him, he was a talented detective that took the practical elements of the job seriously with him having the most arrests throughout the entire precinct than anyone else, however it was theoretical aspect that he struggled at constantly making errors and spelling mistakes that to be candid looked like a five-year-old had filled them out. His dossier also highlighted in detail that he was extremely childish, cocky, and immature.

Had father and abandonment issues on account of his father, Rodger Peralta, walking out on him and his mother when he was seven years old; on a side note, had an obsession for some film called Die Hard. A ridiculous title in his opinion. No one died hard, they simply died...end of story.

"You are three minutes late, Peralta." Judging from the captain's angry tone this must have been a common occurrence, that and he was outright glaring at Peralta.

"Not my fault." Peralta insisted with a smile as he threw his bag onto his desk. "I had a plumbing problem." he added getting a faraway look in his eyes before he snapped back to reality. "Which reminds me, I'm going to need a new departmentally issued phone." he grinned and when Holt didn't respond he sighed.

"C'mon, really? I'm a few minutes late so you're gonna call me out in front of everyone?" He asked looking around before his eyes landed on the Spartan making them widen to comical proportions.

"Good idea. Everyone?! Gather around, so I can call out Peralta in front of you." Holt called out making everyone stop what they were doing and began to gather around where Peralta and Captain Holt was standing. He noted that Santiago practically skipped over and had the biggest smile he had seen to date...granted he had only known her for around half an hour but that was besides the point.

"I was three minutes late!" Peralta cried out rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all. "I'm sorry for doing one thing wrong."

"Oh, it is more than one thing." Holt stated as he picked up a stack of files from the desk.

"Uh-oh."

"Let's start with the Kristov murder."

"It was an amazing solve. He confessed in twenty minutes." Peralta folded his arms as if to state his case.

"You also mislabelled the evidence, so that confession is worthless if the sergeant hadn't caught your mistake." Judging from his facial expressions none of that seemed to bother him. "Here are three cases with sloppy paperwork." Holt then grabbed two pictures from the desk and held it up for him to see. "Here are two pictures. One is your locker. The other is a garbage dump in the Philippines...can you tell which is which?"

Jake inspected the two pictures for minute trying to spot the differences...he was a detective; how hard could it be damn it?!

"That one?"

"They are both your locker!"

"Gah! I should have guessed that. He's good." He laughed at the others getting a few stifled chuckles from those gathered just as the captain grabbed more files from his desk.

"This folder is labelled Undies, dirty."

"So I won't confuse it with Undies, clean." Jake told him like it was obvious. "Also, who care about all these rules? I have more felony arrests than other detective." He said arrogantly, proving to Six that his dossier had been accurate.

"You also have more mice living in your desk than any other detective." Holt retorted as he pulled open the draw and behold, there was a mouse inside nibbling at everything it could get its hands...paws on.

"Algernon!" Jake gasped as he reached for the mouse like it was a beloved pet, meanwhile everyone else aside from Holt, Rosa, and Jericho awed and cooed at it as it ran up his hand. "You guys, Algernon is back."

"Get rid of the mouse and get your act together now." Holt warned him levelling him a final glare before the crowd parted like the red sea as he walked back to his office.

"He's grumpy." Jake pulled a face as he watched as Captain Grumpy disappeared, and the crowd followed suit. However, his eyes were glued on the giant that headed back and sat back in the seat behind Cook's old desk. "Hey, Charles..."

"Hey, Jakie." Charles beamed enthusiastically as he rushed over to his best friend when he heard him call his name. "How was your weekend, get up to anything good?"

"Yeah, it was fine." Jake brushed off his comment and moved onto his. "Who's tall, dark, and scary sitting in front of Rosa?" He questioned looking in Jericho's direction.

"That's Jericho." Charles answered and when Jake looked at him blankly, he continued. "Er, Jericho Reach. Captain had him transferred from the..."

"Hold up. Jericho Reach? As in the Jericho Reach?" Jake both looked and sounded awestruck as he stared at the precinct's newest member. "As in the cop that took down Christine "The Dentist" Dent,"

"Nice pun."

"I know." Jake whispered giddily. "Michael "The Butcher" Miller. Brando "One-Eye" Manzo..."

"They sound like dangerous people."

"They are." Jake grinned like a manic.

"What're you grinning at idiot?" Amy asked as she looked up from her desk to see her partner grinning like a loon instead of looking miserable like she had been hoping for when Holt had laid the smackdown on him.

"Do you know who that is?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, Jericho." She answered looking where Jake was looking before. "Why?"

"That's Jericho Reach."

"I know what his name is."

"You have no idea who he is do you?" Jake deadpanned when she gave him a blank look. "It's the Jericho Reach. You know the guy that took down his own captain and basically an entire squad of detectives for corruption in 2003." He revealed to them both making their eyes widen.

"That's where I know his name from." Amy gasped as all the pieces came together. "He's like super cop. I never imagined he'd be so handsome..."

"Keep it in your pants, Santiago."

"Ergh, shut up." Amy hissed shoving Jake away making him use his other hand to shield his beloved mouse.

"You monster." He feigned disgust as looked at her. " You could have killed Algernon...unless that was her true intention all along." he gasped looking down at the mouse.

"Maybe they just share a name?" Charles suggested.

"Two cops just happen to share the same name?" Jake questioned with an oh, really look. "Besides, how common of a name do you think Jericho Reach is anyway?"

"Isn't that the name of the guy that owns Noble Industries?" Scully asked from his desk.

"Who knows." Hitchcock shrugged as he cut his toenails grossing everyone out. "No one has ever seen him."

"I'm gonna go talk to him." Jake decided right then and there and went to take the first step, but before he could.

"I don't think you should, Jake."

"Why not?" Jake asked Charles, even if he already had a pretty good idea why.

"He looks dangerous and what if you make him angry..."

"Please," Amy snorted rolling her eyes playfully. "You're just worried that Jake is going to replace you is all."

"Yes, Amy. I'm extremely worried, I haven't hidden that fact from you."

"Calm down, Charles." Jake played peacemaker between two. "You're still my best friend."

"Well you make sure you tell scarface that then."

"Charles." Amy hissed at him, dismayed that he would say such a thing...especially when he was so close by. "What if he heard you?"

"Look, why don't you come with me Charles?" Jake suggested. "That way you'll have nothing to be worried about?"

"You know what? I think I might."

"Good." Jake sighed, honestly this was taking far longer than it should have done. "Let's go."

"I'm coming too..."

"Title of your sex tape?" Jake interrupted grinning like a loon getting a glare from his partner. "First off, you make it too easy. Secondly, you need to stop glaring at me, you know it turns me on."

"Whatever, idiot." Amy rolled her eyes, but the smile remained.

"Now, if there are no further interruptions?" Jake looked in every direction to make sure that there wasn't this time. "Let's go meet the giant."

And cut! Well, here is the next chapter of The Demon of the Nine-Nine. I hoped you all enjoyed it. Most of all Jake has finally make his appearance, hurrah! Now we're getting somewhere. Furthermore, we have also learned a little of Six's past over the last ten years that he has been stuck in the past, both as Jericho Reach and the Demon. Will anyone clock on that they're one and the same when they spend more time with Jericho...we'll see.

And Gina has already started to make Six a little uncomfortable with her flirting. Expect more of that from Gina as she tries to get underneath his skin.