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.
HereticSmurf: That's what I'm hoping for. Hopefully I don't disappoint.
The ClowningPrince: Then I hope that you enjoy this chapter. I'm sure Dot will do everything in her power to get her partner to socialize with them and even convince him or them to go out on a date, anything to make her Spartan more human.
Grudgematch: I doubt he'll have any problem with it. And if their partnership is a continuous thing then they'll be times when she'll have to drive it.
Darth Ralen: Six will eventually work with Hitchcock and Scully, I promise.
Viperstrike2: I sorta agree. Sure, the Spartan-II's are legendary but if they were given Mjolnir from the start and were not sent out on suicide missions, I see no reason why the III's wouldn't have been just as good as the II's. You're right, they did get less training, but it was harder. Alpha's training was tougher than the II's due to Kurt and Mendez improving it, Beta got better training then Alpha, and Gamma got better tougher training than Beta.
Kurt also referred to the III's augmentations as a quantum leap, he wouldn't have said that for the sake of it. IMHO, Sarah Palmer was far from being the Spartan-IVs. Hate me all you want but I think that Locke was a great Spartan and had a cool back story. Everyone just hated him because he was in Halo 5, and that everyone assumed that he had some personal vendetta against the Chief when he was simply following orders to bring him and Blue Team in.
If their roles had been reversed, you can bet that Chief would have followed his orders to the letter.
But overall, I agree. II's-III's-IV's-I's.
Monstrr: Six will be using Emile's Kukri on his Mjolnir, a relic that keeps him connected to his fallen brother.
War Sage: Hopefully I don't disappoint you this chapter.
Guest: Depends if he is wearing his armour. A headshot is still going to kill him like it would anyone else.
Guest: I glad you like it. At the minute I'm toying with an idea for what to do during the bet episode, but I'm not revealing anything just yet. I honestly doubt that Six knows how to cook and just buys in ready meals simply having them for sustenance like Holt, something that I'm sure would break Charles poor little heart.
Q: Dear lawd! I'll try and answer some of these the best I can.
Six and Terry? Never really thought that compared to everyone else on the squad terry doesn't really have a best friend, unless you count Holt, but might be able to make that work, after all they are the biggest two at the precinct.
The Charger will probably have armour plating considering how paranoid Six would be, maybe bulletproof glass as well.
Jake will no doubt have copious amounts of nicknames lined up for Six when he spends some time with him and sees first-hand how robotic and emotionless, he is.
Yes, Six/Jericho has encountered the Vulture which will be brought up at a later date.
Six is in his late twenties, however his file says mid-thirties since I had to explain how he got all the scars hence the military background. He's been in the past for ten years. He arrived when he was nineteen, same age as Tom and Lucy during the Ghosts of Onyx.
Sure, there will be times, just got to figure out which sort of cases first.
You'll find out next chapter :)
Jake will differently do that when his curiosity gets the better of him. It goes without saying that the squad will be in for a shock of a lifetime when they see his file, which Dot has created to explain his scars and mentality.
Six prefers being a Detective. He has been offered numerous promotions over the last ten years which will be brought up at later date. Six, at least my version of Six, has no desire to lead. He prefers taking orders and simply doing his job...however much with the character development with Jake, Holt breaks him out of his shell and convinces him to step up and be all he can be.
Six is certainly the strongest member of the Nine-Nine, the entire NYPD for that matter, but unless he is wearing his armour, he won't be lifting cars above his head. He can break through doors/walls, break cuffs, etc etc. But for being as large as he is his speed will shock the others.
Guest: Why is it whenever somebody write a go kill yourself comment on this site it's always done anomalously. I guess it because everyone knows that you're a spineless little coward that hasn't got the balls to say it any other way. Also, considering that this is the first Halo x Brooklyn 99 crossover I would say that this is original...of course your opinion means very little to me. You do you, mate.
Chapter 6.
08:25 AM,
The drive to the crime scene was done mostly in silence with the only sound of the modified hydrogen engine, although only Six was privy to that titbit of information, and the noise of the city breaking through the wall of silence that had manifested in the Charger.
While Six was focusing on the road, Rosa feigned boredom as she had her signature blank expression that was enough to deter anyone from talking to her, which seemed to work since Jericho hadn't said a word to her since they had left the precinct...although, from what she read off the big guy he only spoke when he felt like it, certainly a change from the rest of the eccentric group she had been working with for the last few years.
Behind her black rimmed sunglasses however, Rosa checked out the upgrades he had applied to the Charger. Digital display, a large monitor screen that was currently showing the GPS with the directions to George Street, and God the seats were comfortable. It was like sitting on a cloud, it must have been crafted from some seriously expensive leather.
"You don't talk much, do you?" Rosa finally broke the silence between the two. While she liked peace and quiet as much as the next guy, even she had her limits.
"You are good." Six said as he weaved through the busy Monday morning traffic. He easily could have turned on the sirens so he could pass, but the case wasn't exactly an emergency. Sure, it would have been preferable if he and Diaz got there before the press arrived so they could examine the crime scene without any interruptions, but they didn't need to do anything that would draw attention onto themselves.
It didn't matter what era; journalists were as tenacious as they were annoying. He doubted there was nothing they wouldn't do to get a story; anything to stay ahead of the competition.
"I know." Rosa smirked playfully as she turned her head to look at him. "And why not? You nervous or something?"
"Are we making small talk?"
"I don't small talk." Rosa stressed out sending him a glare. "Not now, not ever."
"And yet..."
"It's not small talk." She once again asserted and narrowed her dark brown eyes, which annoyingly had no effect on him. "I just want to know who I'm working with is all."
"Whatever you say." If looks could have killed, Jericho would have been dead, and she would need to find a good place to hid the body and some good chemicals to clean up the blood. After a few moments, she clocked on that he had no intention of answering her previous question.
"You're not gonna tell me, are you?" It was more of a statement than a question and both knew it.
"You catch on quick." Jericho commented and she was certain that she saw his jawline tightened like he was trying to hold back a smirk, an action that she mirrored as she too almost cracked a grin.
"Hmph!" Rosa snorted in amusement. "What's wrong, cat got your tongue?"
"I don't own a feline." Six informed his new partner as he focused on the road, oblivious of her rolling her eyes at him.
"Not what I meant, big-guy." Rosa shook her head. If she didn't know any better with the way he spoke she would have sworn that he was related to the captain, or at the very least had been raised by him. "Talking is not one of your strong suits, I take it?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"Whether it serves a purpose." The Spartan stated. It had been a struggle to break out of his shell when he and Dot had first arrived, it had gone against his very nature after all. From the age of six and the first lesson he had learnt while on Onyx, aside from how to use a parachute after being kicked from a Pelican, was to be silent. A teaching he had taken to heart a little too well.
Alas, working alone for eight years and the only conversation he engaged in was when Ackerson was giving him his next assignment was bound to make anyone a little reserved...that, or maybe he was just fucked up in the head. Who could say?
"And you don't think this does?" Rosa questioned as she peered over the top of her shades.
"Do you?" Six shot back as he looked at her from the corner of his eye. Before she could press on, she realized that they had arrived at the crime scene as she spotted a uniform officer blocking access into the carpark that led into the freight depo.
Pulling up to the entrance, Six slowed the car and watched as the officer squinted their eyes before they widened in recognition upon seeing Rosa. "Diaz? Shit must be serious if they sent you down here." he commented.
"Shepperd." His assumption had been correct as Rosa greeted them. "You the one that called it in?" She asked, meanwhile Six spotted a handful of forensics around a light blue car that was sitting in the freight yard rather than the carpark and taking photos.
"Nah, I was just tasked with keeping the rabble out is all." Officer Shepperd revealed drawing the Spartan back to the conversation. "You're looking for Hart."
"Hart?" Six repeated.
"Officer Clyde Hart." Shepperd clarified for them. "He was the first on the scene." He said pointing to one of the officers that was standing by the crime scene. "I'll let you through." He added as he went back over to the control box and pressed the button to raise the barricade.
Without any further word, Six drove into the carpark and parked between the two squad cars that were already there before the two climbed out of the car, but not before grabbing a set of gloves from the glove compartment, and walked over to where the forensics and officers were gathered.
"Let's get this done before any journalists get here." Rosa muttered under her breath as she closed the door behind her. "I hate answering their stupid questions."
"Agreed." Six acknowledged, agreeing with her on both counters as he closed the door and locked the Charger before the two started walking towards the crime scene. As they did, he noted that the vehicle that had been called in was a faded blue 2013 BMW 3 Series Convertible that was parked dead centre of the depo. There was a carpark behind them with plenty of spaces, and if it had been left during the middle of the night or early hours of the morning then the place would have been empty meaning one thing...
Someone wanted it to be found.
As they neared the crime scene, one of the officers heard them coming as they turned and met them halfway. When they caught sight of him, they became a little apprehensive, not surprising considering he looked more like a criminal and a cop.
But he digressed.
"I'm Officer Hart." The Officer, now identified to them as Hart.
"Detective Reach." Six introduced himself before gesturing to Rosa. "This is my colleague, Detective Diaz." He said motioning to his partner who nodded and looked as daunting as always.
"You're the one that found the car abandoned?" Rosa questioned the Patrol Cop as she folded her arms across the chest.
"Yes, detective. " Hart confirmed with a nod. "I was doing my routine patrol when I spotted the car just sitting in the middle of the depo. We ran the plates and identified the owner as one Dr. Rex Van De Kamp." Hart informed the two detectives. "The car hasn't been reported as missing or stolen, so either he doesn't know or..."
"He drove it here himself." Rosa finished for him with a knowing expression.
"Right." Officer Hart confirmed with reluctant nod. "But, if he did then the chances of him still being alive are slim to none."
"Meaning?"
"When we arrived, we found a lot of blood all over the interior. We'll know more when the forensics run the tests back at the lab." He commented glancing over his shoulder and looking where criminalistics were taking photos of the crime scene.
"Understood, we'll take a look around." Six informed him.
"Sure thing." Hart nodded before he walked off leaving Jericho and Rosa alone to tackle the abandoned vehicle.
"How you want to do this?" Rosa asked once Hart was out of earshot. "You're the primary..."
"There is no primary." Six cut her off, slightly surprising her but hid it well. "We're partners. If you've got a gut feeling, go with it. I'll have your back." He told her, unknown to her he was quoting Franklin Mendez, the trainer of the Spartans and his father figure, specially about trusting your gut because it was usually right.
"Sounds good." Rosa nodded. "And likewise, I guess. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."
"Noted." Jericho acknowledged. "I would suggest inspecting the car to give us an insight on what happened here."
"Agreed." Rosa concurred. "Lead the way."
"Yes, Ma'am." She smirked a little at his quip but otherwise said nothing as she followed behind her new partner, whom unlike Jake seemed to have no pride or qualms about working as equals considering that he had stated that there was no primary on the case. As they approached the car, the forensic that was taking a picture of the car must have heard them coming as they glanced over their shoulder to look at them.
"Detectives..."
"Reach and Diaz." Six introduced them as he peered into the vehicle to dark red blood covering every crook and cranny. "Any sign of the victim?"
"Nothing yet." The criminalistics answered. "But assuming that they're not dead they're probably wishing they were." He stated grimly as he looked back into the interior of the BMW.
"You think the victim is dead to rights?" Rosa questioned very...Rosa-like.
"Until we get all the evidence back to the lab, I'm not claiming anything." He responded. "But off the record, I think in all likeliness that the vic had clocked it." He pointed out, meanwhile inspected the interior. "With the amount of blood he lost, it would've been a miracle to survive for an hour let along hours without medical assistance after enduring blunt force trauma..."
"Too much blood for blunt force trauma." Six commented becoming the centre of attention as he started walking around the convertible to inspect it from all angles.
"What makes you say that?" Rosa asked folding her arms over his chest as she watched her partner moving around. "Evidence looks pretty compelling to me."
"Agreed." The Forensic concurred with Diaz.
"Let's look at the facts." Six suddenly stopped where he was and turned to look at them both. "The vehicle was left here in plain view in the depo for everyone to see instead of the carpark that is a mere thirty feet away."
"I doubt that the victim was thinking logically after taking a thump to the head." She remarked, privately being impressed how quickly Jericho worked. They had been there for less than a minute and he had already come to his own conclusion about what had happened.
"If there was a victim." Jericho remarked as he looked at his partner.
"Care to elaborate."
"If the victim was attacked while in the vehicle then the location of the blood residue is wrong. It should be over here." Six told them as he pointed at where it should have been. "On top of that, if they were attacked outside of the vehicle there should not be this amount of blood inside."
"Hmmm." Rosa hummed seemingly impressed with his observation. "Good point." She complimented then looked at the forensic. "Any sign of the weapon used?"
"We've scoured the area and we've found nothing." They revealed to the detectives. "Either the doctors assailant took the weapon with them..."
"Or they were never attacked." Six expressed as he examined the interior.
"Got any proof to back up your hunch?" Rosa asked, meanwhile the forensic looked between the two detectives.
"Too many inconsistencies." Six responded looking at his new partner. "The blood pattern clearly shows that the victim was attacked inside of the vehicle, yet as I said the blood residue is wrong." He then took a step back to paint a clearer picture for Rosa and the criminalist. "Considering that the glass hasn't been smashed the weapon the assailant used would have been around a metre..."
"Unless they used it in a stabbing motion."
"Maybe." Six agreed with Rosa as he walked around to the front of the vehicle.
"Assuming that the weapon used was a blunt instrument." The criminalist said drawing their attention. "Like I said we've found nothing at the crime scene that suggests that they had been killed by blunt force trauma...of course until we locate the body, we can't be sure."
"Which raises another question...where is the victim."
"If there is one." Six continued to stand firm in his belief. He knew what a murder scene looked like, God knows how many people he had killed since becoming a Spartan, and knew that what he was witnessing was no murder scene.
"You still think this entire thing was staged?" Rosa questioned her partner folding her arms and when he nodded, she continued." Care to elaborate?"
"There is one substantial bit of evidence you've missed." Jericho noted as he looked over at Rosa. When she gave him a blank expression he continued. "Where's the blood trail?" He asked rhetorically as he took a step back from the car.
Frowning, Rosa walked around the front of the vehicle and came and stood next to Jericho and behold saw that there indeed that there was no blood trail leaving the car. All she found were a few drops of spilt blood.
"I'd say maybe they cleaned the blood up but kind of makes leaving the car here redundant." Rosa expressed as she slowly began piecing everything together. "Did you find anything else?"
"Nothing." The criminalist responded. "All we were able to dig up was who the plates belonged too."
"I see." Six nodded. "Thank you for your assistance.
"No problem, happy to help." The man waved off his gratitude, whether he was smiling was impossible to tell since he was wearing a full bodysuit that his face from view. "If we discover anything we'll contact you."
"Thank you." Six said as he allowed the criminalist to get back to work as he and Rosa took their leave.
"So, thoughts?" Rosa asked quietly when they were far enough away from everybody.
"I think it was staged." The Spartan-III commando answered as he looked around before looking down at the smaller human. "You?"
"I think you could be onto something." Rosa agreed with the super soldier. "But I don't think we should jump to any conclusions until we've gotten more proof."
"Agreed." Six nodded. "We should contact Dispatch to get his home address, but first..." he added before they both went to question any of the other witnesses that might have seen something and view the security systems that he was sure the depo had to have.
09:05 AM
While Six and Rosa were busy at the freight depo, Captain Holt sat silently in the minivan as he for a second time that day waited for Peralta to arrive. Once again, he found himself dissatisfied with not only his performance but his tardiness. Whenever he thought that he couldn't astonish any more somehow found a way to defy expectations. He seemed determined to undermine him and threaten everything he had fought so hard to obtain...
He was pulled from his thoughts when he saw the cause of his cephalalgia walking across the street now wearing a new outfit that consisted of a blue jacket, a platted blue shirt, brown cargo shorts, and sandals.
"You left without me!" Jake cried out with sad eyes as he got into the minivan.
"You were late again." Holt countered, his tone having an underline of irritation as he stared at him.
"Well, I had to put on my undercover minivan disguise." The Detective justified the reason for being late...even if it had partly been Terry's fault for distracting him along with the others as they started talking about the new kid on the block; even if said kid looked like he could kill everyone in the precinct with a look.
"Say hello to Harvey Norgenbloom. CPA, recently divorced father of two with a dark sexual secret." He grinned widely, rather proud of yet another character he had created...he really should have been an actor; maybe that way he could have met Bruce Willis. "What's your cover?"
"Angry captain." Holt retorted with a glare.
"Okay, so you do not like my ensemble?" While Jake already knew the answer, he just wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth so to speak.
"I am just concerned that you may find it hard to pursue a criminal on foot while wearing man sandals." Holt stated tersely, already growing tired of his childish antics.
"But the sandals define Harvey. He's a sandal guy!" He beamed but when he saw the blank expression across Holt's he sighed. "Captain, why the babysitting? Why are you micromanaging me?"
"You think I want to be here sitting with you?"
"Hurtful."
"Instead of running my precinct?"
"Yes."
"It was a rhetorical question." Holt told him, his face set like stone. "I've spent the last twelve years fighting for my first command and I am not going to let you screw it up because you refuse to take your job serious."
"Hey, I do take my job seriously." Jake shot back being uncharacteristically serious. "I put away bad guys. That's what matters."
"So does doing your paperwork, showing up on time, and wearing proper footwear."
"That's on Harvey, not me." Jake mumbled as he looked away.
"Well, here is the deal. You're gonna have a superior officer babysitting you on every one of your cases and when you can prove to me that you can do your job, every part of your job, perfectly, then I'll back off."
"Ooookay, counteroffer; I'll give you fifty bucks and you let me do what I want." Jake offered and when he got another blank and unimpressed look he sighed. "Fine, we'll do it your way. From this point on, I'll do every part of the job perfectly, perfecter than perfectly."
"It's more perfectly." Holt corrected. "You said that imperfectly."
"I was testing you. You did perfectly." He couldn't stop himself from messing with Robot Captain even for a little bit. The teasing came to an end when he heard something being rattled outside. "Quick update on the tagger situation, he is currently spray-painting our van right now."
Looking into the side mirror, Holt's eyes widened when he saw the tagger wearing a grey hoody and hat spraying the van. Springing to action, he opened the door and pursued after the graffitist that sprinted away. Running down the pavement, he heard Peralta crying out behind him about losing a sandal, he would have said I told you so...but now was not the time or the place.
Running around the corner, he grabbed his badge from his belt as the tagger came to a stop when he went down a dead-end. "NYPD FREEZE!" He yelled out authoritatively holding his badge out as the graffitist sighed in defeat knowing he had been caught.
"I'm here!" Jake announced his presence as he came hopping on one foot and holding his badge up. "You're busted."
"I already got him."
"We got him."
09:25 AM
Sometime after speaking to the witnesses and getting statements from them, Six and Rosa were once again driving in silence as they headed to the widowers house to notify her on the status of her husband, even if the latter believed that her husband had tried to fake his own death. The only question that remained was why. Was he in dept, was he trying to commit insurance fraud, was someone threating to kill him and he couldn't go to police, or was it the same old story of him eloping with a younger woman.
It was shame that Diaz was with him. If she wasn't he would have simply called Dot and asked her to look up anything and everything she could dig up on the man. It would have taken her mere moments to get him everything he needed in comparison to human operators...there was very little that an Artificial Intelligence couldn't do for him. Truth be told if they wanted to, they could have solved every crime in the city within a day. Alas, how was he supposed to explain...
"I take it this isn't your first homicide case." Rosa stated rather than asked pulling the Spartan from his thoughts. The Spartan simply responded by looking at her to see her staring back behind her black sunglasses. "You seemed to form your own opinion pretty quick."
"No." Six answered as he turned back to focus on the road.
"No this is not your first homicide or no you didn't form your opinion pretty quick?"
"Both."
"We were there for literally two minutes before you pretty much asserted that it had been staged." Rosa pointed out to her partner.
"Plenty of time to conduct an investigation." Six countered keeping his eyes on the road.
"Two minutes?" She asked sceptically clearly disagreeing. "Well, don't we work fast."
"I try." Rosa smirked at yet another sardonic reply. It certainly made a change from working with Amy and Charles...even if she was a little bummed out that she wouldn't get to finish the Jay Street bust alongside them.
"How many you been on?"
"Hmm?"
"Homicides." Rosa clarified for him. "Must be a few if you can determine how they were attacked simply by looking at the blood pattern."
"I suppose." Six neither confirmed nor denied anything he kept his eyes on the road. She really didn't to know that he had personally slaughtered thousands of humans and aliens throughout his career as a Spartan...nor would she or anyone else from that era believe him.
"That was left ambiguous."
"I know." Six stated as he stopped at a red light and waited for them to change. Tapping the wheel impatiently, he once again looked in Rosa's direction to see her staring back at him.
"You're bit of a smartass."
"I aim to please." Six hurled back and saw her smiling back at him, well it was a combination between a smile and a smirk. With the exchange done with, the Spartan basked in the silence as he waited for the lights to change. He was very temped to call Dot up and ask her to give him a clear path to the doctor's house if they didn't change anytime soon.
"Are you gonna tell me?" Rosa asked breaking the silence, irked at how he kept shrugging her questions off...that was her job damnit. She was meant to be the mysterious one!
"That sounded like small talk." Six remarked as the lights turned green and they started to move again.
"I told you I don't do small talk." Rosa maintained as she scowled at him for even insinuating it, worse he had alluded to it twice now. "Not now, not ever." She insisted with a glare, which under normal circumstances would have been enough to terrify everyone else at the precinct...
"It could use work." Jericho stated coolly noticing her glaring at him from the corner of his eye.
"Say what?!"
"What."
"No, what did you mean it could use work." She had a suspicion but wouldn't comment until she was certain.
"Your glare," Six elucidated to the Latina. "I'd give it a three out of ten."
"Three?!" Rosa looked outright furious. "It's a twelve out of ten." to prove her point she increased her glare to intimidate him again and put him in his place.
"That's mathematically impossible." Six remarked as he turned to look at her briefly to see her glaring at him and for a second he could had sworn that it was Kat in...he suddenly looked away as the memory of her dying in his arms after being sniped by the Elite in New Alexandria flashed in his mind and quickly purged it.
Rosa fell silent as she noticed as his body language changed all of a sudden. While she had yet to seen him smile, a characteristic he shared with Holt, she felt a shiver run down her spine as a cold and detached look appeared in his eyes...which only made him more appealing to her, but that was the problem. She was only attracted to creeps; hence why Boyle didn't interest her in that way despite his numerous advances. He was sweet, but not really the kind she typically hooked up with.
There was something off about Jericho, she knew that pretty much from the get-go, but for the life of her she couldn't put her finger on it.
"We're here." He stated pulling Rosa from her thoughts as they drove across the intersection and pulled up onto the pavement stopping in front of a small bungalow that had a reasonable sized garden that the owners clearly looked over judging from the neatly trimmed grass, the decorative metal archway that had climbing roses growing up it, and the pristine white fence that circled around the property.
Getting out of the Charger, Six and Rosa headed up the pathway and up to the bungalow which like the garden had been taken well care of. "You can do the talking this time. "Rosa said breaking the silence once again. " I'm no good at this mushy crap...it's why I always bring Amy or Charles with me, and I have to tell their families that that they've snuffed it."
"I noticed." Six murmured glancing over his shoulder to look at his partner, one he had known now for a little over an hour.
"If she starts doing that weird thing with her face then just flex your pecks like..."She trailed off when she noticed that Jericho was just looking at her. "Oh, wait, that's the Sarge. Never mind."
"Crying?"
"Yeah, weird thing with her face." He had a feeling that Rosa and Emile would have gotten along famously. Six quickly purged such thoughts from his head, he couldn't afford to keep getting distracted and dwell on the past, the future...God, time travel was confusing, regardless he had a job to do.
Walking up to the front door, Six heard the sound of a vacuum inside alerting him that somebody was at home at least and cleaning the house. Praying that they heard him, he pressed the doorbell and held it for a few seconds. When the vacuum was still heard, he knocked the door a little harder then was necessary to gain their attention. Regardless, it worked as the hover was suddenly switched off.
They both heard movement coming from inside before the door cracked open to reveal the woman from the photograph standing on the other side. The woman had reddish-ginger hair that went down to her shoulders, light blue eyes that had bags underneath from either lack of sleep or worrying that she tried to hide with makeup, and a light tan. She was wearing a dark blue blouse making her look elegant without trying, a black dress, and black tights and shoes.
"Mrs Van De Kamp?"
"Yes, can I help you?" The woman asked cautiously keeping the door on the chain as she looked up at the scarred man that stood at her door.
"I'm Detective Reach, and this is Detective Diaz." Six introduced himself and Rosa and showed the redhead his badge proving his identity and saw that she visibly relaxed. "May we come in? We have some news regarding your husband that we'd rather discuss in private."
"Certainly, one moment." She said as she closed the door. Jericho and Rosa heard the chain rattling as she unhitched it before opening the door for them both. "Please, we can speak in the living room."
"Thank you, Ma'am." The Spartan said as he ducked underneath the doorframe and stepped into the property. When he was standing in front of her, the victims wife's eyes widened as she suddenly grasped how big he was.
When they were both inside, Mrs Van De Kamp closed the door and directed the detectives into the living room where Rosa wasted no time and fell back onto the couch spreading her legs open and resting her arms on the back of the couch as she made herself at home.
"Does your husband drive a blue 2013 BMW M3 Series Convertible?"
"Yes." She confirmed. "Sometimes I think that he loves that thing more than he does his own family." While it came across as badinage, Six heard the bitter and resentful undertone that she tried to hid. He wasn't going to jump to conclusions, but it sounded like there were marriageable problems.
"The car has been found abandoned at George Street," It was almost ironic that his first case at the Nine-Nine shared the name of his fallen friend." And there are signs of foul play." He explained carefully.
"Foul play?" She repeated sluggishly as she processed what she had been told. "I don't understand..."
"I won't go into the details until we learn more...but it doesn't look good for your husband." Six stated sympathetically, meanwhile Rosa remained silent as she let Jericho give her the bad news. "Would you mind if we ask you some questions?"
"About?"
"Anything that could help us retrace his steps last night." Six explained to the clearly shocked woman.
"Of course." She said as she sat up straighter in her seat. "Anything that could help find Rex."
"We appreciate it, Ma'am." Six said sincerely getting a soft smile from the woman. "When was the last time you saw your husband?" He questioned professionally as the woman started thinking.
"Yesterday afternoon." She recounted after thinking about it for a moment. "Which now if I think about it was quite strange."
"What made that strange?" Rosa questioned speaking up for the first time since they had arrived.
"He's never home early." She confessed to them both. "Rex makes a habit of starting early and finishing late; he's very dedicated to his job." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than the detectives, hinting further that the two were having problems.
"Did you question him?"
"Detective Diaz, I cannot speak of the nature of your relationships." She said coolly as regarded Rosa coldly, the latter whose jaw tightened at the not so hidden jibe. " But I don't have to interrogate my husband whenever he does something out of the ordinary. Our relationship is based on trust and..."
"Are you having marriageable problems?" Six cut the woman off and getting an icy look in return.
"What are you insinuating, Detective?" She sounded scandalized at the very personal question.
"It was a very straightforward question." The Spartan stated nonchalantly.
"And what business does my marriage..."
"Everything." Six cut her off for a second time, his voice turning soulless that surprised Rosa sending a shiver down her spine and unnerved Mrs Van De Kamp as she stared into his cold dead eyes that looked almost inhuman and seemed to peer into her soul. "As far as we know you're the last person to see your husband last night. A few hours later his car is found abandoned."
"Questionable?" She swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat as the room suddenly felt colder as the detective stared at her. "Wait...are you saying I'm a suspect?" she asked gesturing to herself.
"It's not off the table." Six responded emotionlessly, meanwhile Rosa stayed silent as she stared at her partner. Privately she was taken back at how his mannerisms had changed on a dime. Rather than questioning her, it felt like she was watching an interrogation. "Could you please answer the question."
"About my marriage?" She asked defensively, yet another sign that something was amiss with her marriage.
"About when you last saw your husband." Six clarified for her. "What did he do when he arrived home?"
"Nothing that stuck out. He got home, I made him a sandwich and he went upstairs to bed to get a few hours' sleep before he headed out again."
"He went out again?" Six questioned interrogatively. "For what purpose and roughly what time?"
"Rex said that he had to cover one of the attendings that called in sick. It's not unusual for him to cover somebody so I didn't think too much about it...he more often than naught does." She explained to the Detectives, suddenly becoming more forthcoming to the detectives. "And he left at around eight o'clock, he wanted to have plenty of time to reach the Hospital."
"And which hospital is that?"
"Sacred Heart." She informed the Spartan who made a mental note.
"You said that he left for the night shift?" When the woman nodded Rosa continued. "And he hasn't been home since?"
"No."
"Not even a phone call."
"No, nothing." She raised her voice a fraction.
"Your husband began work say...nine?" Rosa made a rough guess and when she nodded, she continued. "it's been a solid twelve hours and you haven't reported him missing?"
"Why would I? I just assumed that he either fell asleep at the hospital or got lost in his work like he usually does; I didn't pay too much attention to it until you both arrived at my doorstep." She told the two detectives who seemed satisfied with her answer. "If I thought for a second that he was missing I would have contacted the police immediately."
"Can you account for your own movements last night?" Six grilled as he leaned forward in his seat hoping to coerce the woman into telling him what he wanted to know.
"I was here all night, of course."
"Is there anyone that can vouch for that?"
"Only my son, Andrew..."
"And where is he?"
"At school of course." She stated like it was obvious. "But I would prefer if you did not drag Andrew into this."
"You realize he is the only one that can prove your innocence..."
"My innocence doesn't need proving." She haughtily replied as she got up from her seat. "I've done nothing wrong, and you have no evidence to claim otherwise. Now, if that is everything, I would like you both to leave."
"As you wish." Six agreed to her request having everything he needed anyway. "We'll keep you informed."
"Please do." She sniffed and gestured to the front door. Bidding the woman goodbye, the two detectives were shown out of the door and exited the property. The moment they stepped outside and started walking back to the Charger, the door slammed behind them.
"That could've gone better." Rosa muttered stating the obvious as they walked down the garden and back onto the main street. "Might have gone smoother if you hadn't tried interrogating her in her own home."
"If I was interrogating her Diaz, you would have known." Six informed her as they reached the Dodge.
"Then what would you call that?" Rosa challenged referring to how his entire personality seemed to do a one-eighty.
"Applying a bit of pressure."
"Well, did you bit of pressure get us anything?"
"We learnt she is a proud woman..."
"Not the word I would use to describe her." Rosa muttered as she leaned against the Charger.
"And that her husband was absent last night." Jericho continued pretending that she hadn't interrupted him. "We just need to follow up on that lead."
"What about the son?"
"Depends on what we learn at the hospital." Reach declared as he looked at his partner. "No need to traumatize the boy."
"I thought you said that the attack was staged...starting to second thoughts?" She smirked at him.
"I'm not ruling anything out." He shrugged refusing to play her game.
"In other words, you might be wrong." Rosa gave Jericho a smug look getting a blank one in response. "But saying it out loud would hurt that male pride of yours." she teased playfully hoping to get any form of reaction from her stoic partner.
"Hmmm," Six grunted as he opened his door and glanced at Rosa. "It would be dope, though." he watched in sweet satisfaction as her smirk fell and quickly replaced by a heated glare that he personally found more humorous than threating. Like he said, he'd rank it a three out of ten.
Clicking her tongue in annoyance at the fact that her glare didn't intimidate him and that he was mocking her, no one ever had the nerve to mock her to her face...most were too scared to even do it behind her back, she opened the door and got into the Charger just as Jericho switched the engine. Like in the parking lot, the engine roared to life startling a few of the pedestrians nearby that heard it as they took off to pursue their fresh lead.
And cut! Well, here is the next chapter of The Demon Of The Nine-Nine. Now, I know that I said that episode 1 would be wrapped up this chapter but this chapter really gained a mind of its own. I had been planning on writing a few scenes with Six and Rosa before they headed back to the precinct, but after playing some L.A Noire I took some inspiration from that game and I'm doing a little bit of world/character building rather than just following that episode like I planned.
While Jake and Holt do their thing, Six and Rosa can do theirs. Furthermore, I did write a massive chunk of dialogue where Six and Rosa searched the house and the former would have Dot look into the doctor for him...but I'd imagine that they would have needed a warrant for that and that would've taken ages to get one.
Also, Sacred Heart is that Sacred Heart. Both are owned by NBC so why not make them share the same world/universe since both are also comedies as well.