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.
Guest: I've pretty much given up on that story. I might return to it one day and attempt a rewrite. Problem is that I have no idea how to start the story. I know the middle and the end...just not how to start it again.
Krieger Techpriest: Thanks. My only issue right now is how to write Charles. Not sure if he is coming across as OOC.
Guest: Again, I have thought of attempting another Halo x Percy Jackson crossover. Problem is I have no idea where to start. After the Fall of Reach. Have Six sacrifice himself instead of Jorge. Have Six and Dot stranded on the Forward until Dawn instead of Chief and Cortana. Have Six sacrifice himself to defeat the Didact and save both Chief and Cortana, I just don't know.
187: Yep, it was Dot who managed to convince Six to make a company. He doesn't care about money, but at least this way they can help uplift humanity quicker than the main timeline, but gradual enough that it doesn't raise suspicion how a single company has managed to develop their technology so quickly. Noble Industries will be brought up at a later date.
Guest: You'll have to see what happens. I have rough plan mapped out, but nothing is set in stone as of yet. And I see no reason why Six wouldn't get along with Jake. Sure, he might get annoyed with his antics from time to time but he's not going to outright hate the guy. He won't hate anyone on the squad for that matter.
I'm also sure that if the squad can bring out the wild side in Holt, then they should have no problem doing the same with Six, maybe even bringing out the human side of Six in time...that or completely drive him insane with their antics. Time will tell.
Guest: I... don't recall disparaging the Spartan-III's. The III's are actually my favourite generation of Spartan mostly because I love the backstory behind them being vengeful orphans that were given the chance for revenge.
Also, the only Spartan-II's that are physically superior to them by a longshot would be Jorge, Sam, and possibly Kurt. Otherwise, they're pretty much equal. The only difference being the II's have far more experience. I personally believe that if ALL the III's had been given Mjolnir instead of SPI armour then most would have survived their suicide missions.
Grudgematch: That she will, and I doubt it'll be stopping any time soon.
Guest: More of mix between Batman/Bruce Wayne and the Punisher with a hint of Captain America thrown in there, the latter because of being in an era not his own.
Hellfire45: Cheers, man. I hope you enjoy this chapter too.
Lilspooky221: Exactly! As for Six x Rosa...you'll have to wait and see.
Q: I can see Six and Terry bonding over working out. Not sure if you were referring to Six or Terry as the big guy, but I'd imagine that Terry would invite Six to work out rather than the other way around. Also, Six is 6'5 out of armour, and 6'9 in armour. Tall, but nothing that would be considered abnormal compared to if Jorge was the MC of this story.
For the Halloween stuff, I already have an idea planned out with who Six will be dressed as...or should I say who Gina will make him dress as.
Chapter 5.
"Let's go meet our giant." Jake declared lively as he, Amy, Charles, and Algernon, after a lot of back and forth headed over to where the precincts newest Detective was sitting in hopes of discovering whether he was that Jericho Reach.
He had seen him from afar while Holt, as usual, was chewing him in front of everyone hoping to demoralize him and break him, however it was only when he got closer that it dawned on him just how much bigger he was compared to him; it was like looking at a white, scarred version of Terry.
"Don't you two say anything." Jake told Amy and Charles over his shoulder. " I need to make a good first impression."
"I think it's a little late for that." Amy informed him smugly. "Not after that whole display with you and the captain. Which in hindsight I really should have recorded so I could watch it whenever I feel down."
"Captain, smaptain." Jake waved her off, pretending not to hear the last part as the three of them crossed the Bullpen "All I've gotta do is use a bit of the Peralta charm and me and him will BFFs."
"What!?" Charles became infuriated.
"Just a figure of speech, Charles." Jake hastily assured hearing his tone torn between hurt and outraged; he really wouldn't put it passed Charles to leap across the room and tackle Jericho to the ground. Damn it, now that imagine was stuck in his head and he was kind of hoping that it would playout...even if it looked like Jericho could rip Charles in half with his bare hands if he wanted too; nah, he was sure he would be fine.
Nearing the desk, Jericho failed not notice them as stared at the computer and typed away on the keypad, his fingers looking like blurs as he pressed the keys. On the other side of the adjourning desk, Rosa could be considered his polar opposite as her eyes drooped and tapped the mouth lazily; nevertheless, both look just as terrifying as the other.
"What's sup," Jake greeted bobbing his trying to look as cool as possible as stood before Jericho and Rosa, the latter who looked up over her computer to see the three of them standing there.
"The fifth floor." Jericho answered casually as he focused on task at hand, whatever that was. Surprisingly, he saw Rosa of all people smirk. Huh, that was a first.
"Jokes! Cool, cool, cool, cool." Jake bobbed his head up and down trying to play it off cool. "You know, I'm a bit of a joker myself..."
"Clown more like." Amy scoffed as Jericho stopped what he was doing and turned the chair around to look at the entourage that had gathered around his desk. "Hey, Jericho." She smiled at the newest addition to the squad.
"Santiago." Jericho greeted with a nod.
"You can call me Amy..."
"Bah, bah, bah, I was talking first." Jake promptly cut her off getting a glare from Amy for being interrupted. " I'm..."
"Peralta." This time Jericho cut him off. "Yes, I know."
"Ah, my reputation proceeds me." Jake commented boastfully making the others, aside from Charles and Jericho, roll their eyes at his typical braggadocio. "There is no need to feel intimidated..."
"I wasn't..."
"Hah!"
"The captain mentioned your name." Jericho continued. Meanwhile, Jake did his hardest to ignore Rosa's sardonic laugh.
"You mean when he was getting lectured by Holt?" Amy asked rhetorically. Looking at her, Jake saw her smiling cheerfully. "I live for those moments." she sighed happily.
"And you wonder why you have no friends." Jake tutted shaking his head at the brunette. "Bullying in the workplace, shame on you.
"I have friends!" Amy blurted out. Her cheeks heated up when she realized that it had come out far quicker than she would've liked, and the fact that Jericho was staring at her with those cold and dangerous blue eyes of his sent a shiver down his spine... if he really was that Jericho Reach then it made sense why he had such an aura.
"That sounded real convincing." Jake teased pulling Amy from her thoughts where she proceeded to glare at him. "Well, I'm Jake..." Before he could anything else there was a loud cough next to him cutting him off. Looking in the direction it came from, he saw Charles staring expectantly as he waited eagerly for him to be introduced. "I was getting to it."
"Have you two met?" Jake asked as he looked between Charles and Jericho.
"Briefly."
"Ah, well this is Charles..."
"I'm Jake's best friend!" Charles declared proudly making both Rosa and Amy roll their eyes, while Jake gave him a strained laugh.
"That's right, bud." Jake said slightly embarrassed but by now had gotten used to Charles antics and bouts of jealousy whenever someone knew joined the precinct. "And this is Algernon." he also introduced the mouse that was still in his hand and sitting comfortably.
"Quite the accomplishment." Jericho complimented.
"I know!" Charles agreed wholeheartedly. "I'm so lucky to have a best friend like Jake. I mean we do everything together...And I mean everything."
"Why have you got emphasis on everything?" Jake asked pulling a face along with Amy." You have to know what it sounds like when you phrase it like that."
"That we're best friends and we're together all the time?" Charles asked unsure where the confusion laid. "I mean we're practically brothers."
"So, Jericho." Amy began happy that Jake was distracted with Charles so she could ask the question she had been dying to ask. "How come you were transferred." She asked to see that he had turned back to his computer and returned to what it was he had been doing previously.
"Do you disapprove?"
"NO!" Amy cried out panicking that he had gotten the wrong idea. Her entire body language changed and even reached out not wanting him to think that she didn't want him here. "I swear I didn't mean it like that, I was just..."
"He's messing with you." Rosa droned seeing Amy starting to go hysterical. While she had only known him for about twenty minutes, she had quickly picked up on his sardonic nature and one-liners. Funny, dangerous, and seriously, seriously hot...she wouldn't mind having him stick around for a while; better yet he didn't talk as much as the others, so that was a plus.
"You're not funny."
"How did you get those scars?" Jake interrupted Amy off as he asked what was pretty much on everyone's mind.
"Jake!" Instead of it being Amy being annoyed with Jake for cutting her off, it was Terry that yelled at him hearing their conversation from where he was sitting. "Jericho, you don't have to answer that."
"It's fine, Sergeant." Jericho waved off Terry's concerns as once again he spun around in his seat to look at the group of detectives that had gathered around. "They're my most defining feature."
"That and being extremely handsome/hot." both Amy and Rosa thought simultaneously as they stared at the scarred detective.
"And not you being built like Hercules?" Jake asked as he reached over and began squeezing his bicep, making Amy, Rosa, and Gina jealous that he of all people got to touch them. "Damn, what do you even lift?"
"Weights."
"You're hilarious." Jake replied giving Jericho a look before his eyes widened when an idea suddenly popped into his head. "I've got it. You could both form a two-man act called Terry and Jerry, and do your hobby of weightlifting..."
"Hobby?!" Terry called out sounding offended as he stood up from his seat. "It's a lifestyle, Jake. A Lifestyle!"
"Okay..." Jake drawled, perhaps he had hit a little too close to home. Sarge was always a little defensive whenever his bodybuilding was brought up. However, before anything else could be said regarding the matter...
"Peralta!" Captain Holt's voice suddenly cut through the chatter in the bullpen silencing the room. Turning to where the voice came from, Jake inwardly groaned when he saw Holt standing in his doorway, his typical expression spread across his face...as in none, as he looked directly at him. "I told you to get rid of that mouse."
"His name is Algernon, sir." Jake informed Holt facetiously. "He is a valued member of the Nine-Nine and I refuse to stand here and have you talk down to him." He told him, ignoring the warning look that Terry gave him; besides he was just having a little fun with Holt was all...and quite frankly he was doing him a favour.
"..." Holt remained silent as he simply continued to stare at Jake with expressionless eyes making him a little uncomfortable but refused to show weakness.
"Not even a smile?"
"Get rid of the mouse, Peralta." Holt commanded, his tone relaying nothing as he ordered Jake for a second time that day. "Everyone else, assemble in the briefing room in five minutes." He told the room before disappearing back into his office.
"Keep this up Jake and you're gonna be looking for a new job pretty soon." Terry warned him as he walked back to his desk and grabbed a couple of files. "You heard the captain!" He called out when he noticed that most, if not all, his detectives were still sitting at their desks. "Briefing room, now!"
"I believe he said five minutes." Scully smiled across the room as he sat at his desk only to gulp when Terry narrowed his eyes. "Now is good too." He quickly retracted his previous statement as he and Hitchcock got up from their desks, along with every other cop on the floor.
As everyone hastily headed for the briefing room like the captain ordered and to avoid the sergeant's wrath, Terry turned his attention back onto Jake who paled considerably.
"Get rid of that damn mouse!"
If there was one word to use to describe the squad of the Nine-Nine...eccentric sprang to mind. They were all quite diverse and seemed to have conflicting personalities. However, judging from the comradery they clearly shared with one another, and the fact that they seemed to be on a first name basis it was evident that they were all friends, or at the very least had a good working relationship.
Granted this was not the first diverse group that he had worked with. With each precinct that he had been transferred to it meant another group he had to integrate into...even if he chose to keep his distance from a personal standpoint. That wasn't to say that he didn't help them if it was within his power, he just preferred to keep his relationship with his colleagues strictly professional.
He had made the mistake of growing close to people three times in his life, two if you didn't count his parents, and each time they had died leaving him behind. He had promised he wouldn't make that oversight again...or at least that had been the plan until Holt had pretty much ordered him to build a rapport with them, essentially building a friendship.
He found the whole idea preposterous. These people had nothing in common with them, but that was no fault of their own. None of them had experienced suffering, true suffering. Watched as mankind was slowly snuffed out by a technologically superior foe. Seen worlds glassed leaving only orbs of obsidian behind. Listened to mothers, fathers, sons, daughters, and siblings screaming for their loved ones, pleading to any god that would listen to bring their families back to them.
Then would come the blame. They needed somewhere...someone to direct their anger at, who better than Section-3 freaks? They made easy targets after all.
But he digressed.
Currently he was standing in the back of the Briefing Room alongside the uniformed officers with his arms folded across his chest, preferring to stay out of sight and out of mind as he waited for the meeting to begin. Meanwhile the other detectives were sitting at the desks that were located up in front...it almost seemed to be a popularity contest. With the lowly cops at the back and the popular detectives up at front chatting away to themselves.
"Okay detectives, let's get started." The Sergeant announced his presence as he walked into the room followed by Captain Holt. "Santiago, where are we with the Jay street drug bust?" Terry asked Amy as he stood behind the podium silencing the chatter in the room with a look.
"There are twelve keys of coke unaccounted for, but we just got a warrant to search the dealer's apartment." Amy told him as she sat off at the side of the room.
"Good. Take Boyle with you and keep us posted." Terry stated, meanwhile Boyle looked dejected that Rosa apparently wouldn't be joining them like she had during the last stakeout.
"Will do, Sarge." Amy smiled brightly, oblivious to Boyle's current distress.
"Peralta, brief us on the vandalism case." Terry called out to Jake was sitting at one of the desks and quickly jumped to his feet.
"Whelp, there is no easy way to say this Sarge, but someone has been painting wieners on squad cars." Jake revealed as he grabbed the remote from the podium and turned the television on. A picture of a patrol car appeared and true to his word, painted on the side of a crudely drawn penis. "And apparently won't stop until there is a penis drawn on every cop car in Brooklyn."
"So that's what he's been drawing." Six heard Hitchcock come to the sudden realization. "But what are those little round things at the bottom?"
"That's the butt?" Scully answered nodding sagely like he had just discovered the secrets to the universe.
"Wait what?"
"A butt?" Peralta sounded just as incredulous as him.
"I assume you have a plan to catch this gentleman?" Holt asked looking at Jake.
"Did you just say genital-man? Because if so, kudos, and yes, I have a plan." The Spartan watched, along with everyone else in the room, as Jake pressed another button and brought up an overlay of the city. "I'm going to plant a decoy squad car as bait. Meanwhile, I'll be waiting in an undercover vehicle here." He pointed at the spot that he would be waiting in the undercover car to Holt.
"He's already tagged three UC vehicles." Terry reminded Jake. "He can clearly spot them." Meaning that he had a sharp eye, the UC vehicles stuck out more than they thought, or had inside knowledge of the NYPD. "You should take my minivan."
"A minivan? Ha-ha!" Rosa outright laughed while everyone else either chuckled, snickered, or giggled respective, everyone expect Six, Holt, and Terry.
"You all got a problem with my minivan?" Clearly Rosa and everyone's laughing had struck a never as he glared at them all quickly silencing them. "Cause my wife doesn't like it either. She wanted an SUV, but those things roll man, they roll!"
"That's a good idea, Sergeant. We'll take the van."
"Wait, you're coming with me?" Jake made a face clearly not liking that idea at all. "Sir, with all due respect I don't need backup. I'm a lone wolf. I work best alone."
"Not a single line of that is true." Terry said straight-faced.
"It's not backup." Holt informed him pokerfaced. "It's babysitting."
"Babysitting, A-ha!" Rosa laughed obnoxiously as did the others, meanwhile Jake's bit his tongue to stop him from saying anything that would incriminate himself.
"Reach, I have a case for you." Terry spoke drawing the laughter to a close as he looked up from the podium to look at the precinct's newest detective. "I want you to head down to Freight depo down on George Street. A patrolman called in a vehicle, signs of foul play. I want you to investigate."
"Understood." His cold voice cut through the room startling a few of the officers who had forgotten he was even there.
"Take..."
"Me!" Jake interrupted as he was close to bouncing on the spot in excitement. "I'd be great on this case!" He insisted enthusiastically. "I live for foul play..."
"You already have a case, Peralta." Holt reminded firmly.
"It's just a stupid tagging case, it's pretty much wrapped up." Jake retorted fiercely. "Hitchcock, Scully, you want it? The guy is pretty much caught and there is barely any paperwork..."
"You don't get to pick your cases, Peralta." While he didn't express it, Six had a gut feeling that Holt was getting fed up with Jake. "You'll do the cases that are assigned to you, end of story."
"You're gonna put your best detective on a tagging case?!" Jake cried out incredulously while the other detectives in the room began murmuring clearly disagreeing. "What?! Don't look at me like that you all know it's true!" He said to the detectives before looking back at the captain. "Sir, I'm a Peacock, you've got to let me fly!"
"Peacocks are renown for not being able to fly." Holt enlightened Jake before looking at the Sergeant. "Carry on, Jeffords."
"Thank you, Sir. Now as I was trying to say before being interrupted." Terry threw Jake a glare making him shrink away. "Reach, take Diaz with you." He ordered making both Jake and Amy pout, both for different reasons, meanwhile Rosa smirked at them both. Rubbing salt into the wound? Maybe. Worth it? Oh yeah.
"Yes, sir." Six acknowledged with a nod.
Terry also nodded back, privately relieved that the precinct, scratch that he had finally gotten a detective on the squad that took his job seriously and seemed somewhat normal...quite the feat considering that he had seen his dossier, with permission from Captain Holt, and knew of the many ordeals he had experienced throughout his life; he honestly wouldn't have blamed him if he had lost his mind.
"Everyone else, dismissed."
With that said, the detectives and uniformed officers slowly clambered up from their seats and from where they were standing and out of the room to begin the busy workday ahead. Waiting for a few moments until everyone was pretty much out of the room, Six noticed that Rosa was still leaning causally on her seat, no doubt waiting for him to move.
"Ready?" Six asked as he pushed himself away from the wall and walked down the side of the room.
"You know how to drive?" Rosa grilled lazily as she glanced over her shoulder to look at him. When he nodded she continued. "Okay, let me rephrase that. Have you got a car?"
"Down in the lot."
"Dope,"
"I don't smoke narcotics." Six informed her getting a ghost of a smile from Rosa.
"We won't need to grab a patrol car then." She continued pretending that she hadn't been interrupted as she got up. "Let's go big guy; you're driving." She said as he reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her signature sunglasses and slipped them on.
"Yes, Ma'am."
Leaving the briefing room, Six shadowed Rosa as the two of them walked through the bullpen silently, not even saying a word to the rest of the squad, and headed over to the elevator.
Reaching it, Rosa pressed the button making the doors open and two walked inside. Pushing the button for the ground floor, the doors closed, and the elevator rumbled as it began moving. The two stood silently, something they took solace in as they waited patiently to reach the ground floor, the silence only being broken by the rumbling of the motors.
Within the span of ten seconds the elevator reached the bottom floor, a place that Six had only been twenty minutes ago...not that he was complaining. While he enjoyed doing paperwork, there was just something therapeutic about it...that and he had been writing reports ever since he was twelve, he enjoyed the more practical side of the job as well.
Leaving the precinct, the two detectives walked down the pavement and headed back into the parking lot. When they arrived, Rosa's glasses dropped to the brim of her nose and peered over them when she saw a car parked between her Yamaha and what she assumed to be Terry's minivan, something she still found hilarious.
"This yours?" Rosa asked as she stared at the black 1969 Dodge Charger R/T that was parked next to her bike. Her question was answered when she saw the lights flash as it was unlocked. "She's beautiful." She whistled in appreciation.
"She gets me to A to B." Six quipped. Privately however he was somewhat fond of the Charger, especially since he had built her himself after Dot had obtained the blueprints for him after she had convinced him to drive a vehicle that would better blend in rather that building a Warthog for himself. He had been against the idea at first, but she had brought up a good point. An armoured SUV driving around the city was bound to draw attention to himself...mostly since it hadn't been created since the twenty-fourth century.
But he digressed.
"Get in." Six told his new partner/colleague as he opened the door and got into the Charger.
Not needing to be told twice, Rosa walked around the other side of the Dodge and jumped in only to somewhat taken back and rather impressed when she saw that the interior had been modernized, scratch that. It looked almost futuristic. It had comfortable red and black leather seats that she pretty much sank into.
Between the seats where the gearbox and handbrake were meant to be a large touch screen that ran up to where the tape player/cd player should've been situated that was replaced by another smaller screen. The analogue layout was also replaced by a digital setup on the dashboard blowing her away.
As Jericho inserted the key and powered the Charger up, the screens lit up resulting in a bright blue light bleeding through the car as the screens came on. On the smaller screen the Dodge came on display showing its status. On the longer screen that ran down between the two seats, the GPS appeared showing their exact location; followed by the dashboard display coming on that showed the speedometer.
"Where the hell did you buy this?" Rosa wondered out loud as she looked at the squad's newest member who was beginning to interest her more and more. "From the future?" She asked as Jericho finally turned to look at her.
"That would be ridiculous." She couldn't be sure, but Rosa was almost positive that he had a twinkle in his eye and was teasing her, making her crack a smile. "Put your seatbelt on." He told her as he fastened himself up.
"Whatever you say, dad." She joked. Whether he appreciated it was unclear, he was as hard to read as Holt was, and that was saying something.
Mirroring his action, she placed her own on before she was thrown back into her seat as he reversed out of the parking space and put his foot down making the engine roar to life and reverberating throughout the parking lot startling those that heard it. However, Rosa grinned. She had a feeling that working with him wouldn't be too bad after all, she thought to herself as they pulled away and headed towards the crime scene.
While Six and Rosa headed to George Street to investigate the signs of foul play, the Sergeant was once again sitting at his desk looking over the paperwork...and maybe, just maybe, playing on his phone after Holt had gone to get ready for the stakeout that he was going on with Jake. Speaking of...
"So, Holt's coming on my stakeout now?" Jake questioned, his tone displaying how thrilled he was to have the captain joining him. "I made a mixtape with very explicit rap on it and now I can't sing along."
"You made a mixtape?" Terry asked incredulously.
"Yes, I still listen to cassettes. This guy is all over me!" Jake exclaimed, meanwhile Terry stared vacantly at his detective. "I mean a captain on a minor vandalism case? It's insane!"
"No, what's insane is how you refuse to get with the program." Terry stated intensely. "There is a new sheriff in town, Jake.
"Well, I like the old sheriff." Jake retorted vehemently. "McGintley wouldn't care about a messy desk or all these stupid rules, and he wouldn't put his best detective on a vandalism."
"I hate to break it to you, Jake. But you're not his best detective anymore." Terry pointed and went to elaborate only to be cut off by Jake again.
"Which is exactly why me and Jericho should be working together!" Jake blurted out. "Us together we'd be the ultimate team! It would be like Superman and Batman joining forces..."
"And Wonder Woman." Charles voiced as he appeared from literally out of nowhere. "Together we'd be the trinity, right Jake?"
"Wonder Woman?" Jake asked turning to look at him quizzically. "Of all the people you could've picked you chose Wonder Woman?"
"Hey! Diana is a strong impowered woman that lets no man hold her down." Charles said passionately. "Most of all she is the heart of the team."
"Alright, take it easy there, Charles." Terry quickly tried to calm Charles knowing how intense he could get. "No one..."
"Just for clarification which one of us is Superman?"
"You obviously, Jake." Charles stated like it was obvious making Jake sigh in relief. "I mean sure, Jericho is intimidating, has bad boy vibes that make women fawn over him, and looks like he could kill everyone in the room with nothing but a look..."
"Getting a little off track here, Boyle."
"But you're the best, Jake." Charles ignored the Sergeant. "And everyone here knows it...right, Sarge?" he smiled at Terry, waiting expectantly for his answer. However, before he could respond...
"Hey, guys." Gina smiled sweetly as she walked over to where to Terry's desk along with her friend...assuming of course Gina actually had friends, if anything she was one of her subordinates/minions. "This is my friend, Carlene. She's a psychic."
"Well, I'm a Gemini." Jake said as he turned to look at Gina and Carlene. "Sup."
"Hey, handsome."
"Can we help you, Gina?" Terry asked tiredly growing exasperated how everyone was gathering around his desk instead of doing their jobs; Gina included.
"I was just wondering if you knew where Jericho was?" Gina asked mellifluously, immediately putting Jake, Terry, and Charles on edge. Whenever she sounded like that trouble was bound to follow, and when they said trouble, they meant chaos.
"...Why?" Terry asked cautiously, suddenly feeling concerned for Jericho.
"You're so paranoid, Terrance." Gina giggled unnerving the three men. "I just want to make him feel welcomed on his first day...is that really so wrong?"
"For you? Yes."
"That pessimistic nature of yours is the reason you're still single, Jake."
"Hurtful." Jake murmured quietly to himself.
"But not untrue."
"What's going on over here?" Amy asked as she came over before noticing Carlene. "Who's this?"
"Her names Carlene and she's a psychic." Charles explained to Amy who looked unimpressed and unconvinced.
"I'm also do palms, tarot, and I have a degree in numerology from the internet." Carlene sounded haughty about her qualifications and apparent powers as she pulled out a card and offered it to the detectives, which Charles accepted.
"Right," Amy drawled clearly sceptical. "C'mon Charles, we've got to go. "she told him before sending Jake a smug grin. "We need to get some real detective work done...have fun with your stakeout."
"You know what, I will." Jake nodded sardonically. "By the days end me and Holt are gonna be BFFs."
"You don't seriously mean that do you, Jake?" Charles asked sounding heartbroken. "First Jericho and now Holt..."
"I think we're more likely to see Holt smile and burst into song then for you two to be friends." Amy commented facetiously. "But keep it up, I love watching you crash and burn."
"You're such a masochism...and I love it."
"Whatever weirdo." Amy rolled her eyes playfully before turning around. "C'mon Charles. Let's go solve another case...when we do I believe that's another point I can add to the board." She added absentmindedly as she walked away leaving Jake to brood about the comment about the bet they had made a while back.
"You never did tell me where Jericho went." Gina's voice pulled Jake from his thoughts about Amy and the bet.
"I think he left with Rosa."
"Well, when is he back?" She demanded, displeased that he had scarpered before she could tease the behemoth of a man again. Maybe a little sensual rub of his arm, a little massage, maybe even sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around his strong, muscular shoulders…..she enjoyed how stiff and ridged he was….and she was sure in time she could make him stiff in another way too.
"Probably..."
"Jake, will you hurry up and go already?!" Terry cried out startling the entourage. "You're meant to be with Captain Holt."
"Alright, I'm going." Jake grumbled at the constant reminder of having to spend the day with the captain rather than partnering up with Jericho. Maybe he had the powers of clairvoyant instead of Carlene, but he had a feeling that Jericho and Rosa's case would be much cooler and more interesting than spending the rest of the day with an overbearing captain that refused to get off his case and let him do his job.
Just what the hell did he do to deserve this punishment anyhow?
And cut! Well, here is the next chapter of The Demon of the Nine-Nine. Next chapter will have Six and Rosa working on their case and a wrap up of episode two. Originally, I wasn't going to tamper with the episode since Amy, Rosa, and Charles did the Jay Street bust, and have Scully and Hitchcock go with Six...but opted to have Rosa go with Six instead since she's far more competent than them.
Now, if you want to imagine what the interior of the Dodge Charger looks like then go on Google and type in futuristic car interior and look for the Mitsubishi futuristic concept. It's pretty easy to find, and I can imagine that Six would upgrade his vehicles to match his own time, but not to the degree that it would raise suspicion by having holographic screens installed.
Anyway, that's it. I hope you enjoy the chapter and Happy New Year to everyone!