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.

Hellfire 45: Cheers, man. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

xxtanzeelxx: Damn straight!

Guest: Maybe so, but as time progresses Six will start getting his own comedy chops so he won't be the black sheep of the squad. He won't be Ha-ha funny, more dry wit if anything. Also, the only S.W.A.T I've seen is the 2003 movie, a guilty pleasure of mine.

Guest: A food scene with Six, Hitchcock and Scully? That could work, allow the three to bound. Six has never really experienced that side of life, so maybe our two foodies will get him to venture out. I might even make it where Boyle learns about his favourite food that his mother used to make for him and decided to make it himself, perhaps as simply a gift or a birthday present, learning that he hasn't celebrated any birthdays or holidays for over twenty years.

Six might question Amy and ask if replacing Salt and Baking soda is a good idea...if he relents and agrees to go to Thanksgiving. And Amy might win the bet if Six decides to help her out, we'll have to wait and see.

Kezman1993: I've never sat down and watched the Chicago series, so I won't be writing about them any time soon.

Q: No worries, love your enthusiasm!

The last James Bond I watched was Skyfall, been meaning to watch the last few for a while now.

In his Mark V, Six can easily lift cars over his head and chuck them effortlessly. I'll be using the lore Spartan capabilities rather than the game and in Mark V he can lift five tons. And if he gets the chance to get new Mark VII, Gen-2 or 3, then he'll be even stronger and faster. So, while Jericho can do everything that Terry can do, when the squad encounter the Demon/Six he'll be an entirely different beast all together when it comes to strength and his speed...I can see Jake fanboying when he comes face to face with the vigilante.

Rosa might be intimidating, but to a trained Spartan that had battle against the genocidal Covenant she might as well be a pussy cat. There will be more interactions between Six and the squad...on his next case it's either a tossup between Amy or Boyle going with Six, a way of Holt messing with Jake knowing how much he wants to work with him.

War Sage: Bit of a spoiler, but I'm thinking of incorporating the 2003 S.W.A.T movie while Jake is undercover, giving Six something to do during that whole time skip. I haven't watched to many cop shows, but nothing is off the table I suppose.

Brainstorm Sorcerer: Thanks, man! When I first thought about attempting the idea, I wasn't too sure if Halo x Brooklyn 99 would work. Glad to see that I was wrong. Six being an amalgamation of the entire squad, never made that connection...until now! Also, love the idea of having the entire squad getting to work a case with Six apart from Jake, Holt's way of messing with him. I'm sure that Jake would feel a little betrayed when Charles gets to work with him before he does.

Yes, as in the Sacred Heart from Scrubs, but slightly altered to better fit into this universe. They'll probably be some other crossovers, or at the very least adapt stories to fit into this alternate universe.

Strength wise, Six out of armour is stronger than Terry, being a super soldier and all. While in armour he can lift five tons, so he'll display feats beyond anything in the games since I'm using lore rather than the game limitation. As for the Batcave, or the Spartan equivalent to it, I don't want to ruin anything. However, he does have a couple of safehouses and apartments across the city, some that I will be pulling from the new Cyberpunk 2077 dlc.

You'll get a little taste of what advancements that Noble Industries have provided the city over the last ten years in this chapter. Six, Holt, and Kevin will be fun to write about with their combined stoicism. And who knows, maybe Six is also a Holt; nah, that's crazy. Forget I said anything.

While Six may examine her knife, she won't see Emile's Kukri since its connected to his Mjolnir and if she happened to see it she would connect the dots and realize that Jericho and the Demon are one and the same.

GeorgeQuartz: Cheer, my dude!

VLF: That I did, I started playing it a while back and thought that with a few altercations I could make those cases fit into the twenty-first century.

Crapcase39: You're probably right, but its more so that I don't have to write a massive time skip and instead have Jake and Holt doing their thing and when that's over, Six and Rosa reach the crime scene.

Chapter 7.

10:28 AM, New York City...

Once again, the two detectives sat in silence as they drove across New York and headed towards Sacred Heart General Hospital following the route that the GPS had laid out. It was a comfortable silence, one that the Spartan welcomed as he concentrated on the road, again seeing no need to use the sirens considering that the situation didn't really call for them.

All they were doing was following up on a lead after all, one that he was certain would get them nowhere on the mysterious disappearance of Rex Van De Camp. From the conversation they had with his wife it was apparent from the get-go that the two were experiencing marriageable problems if sorts just by how vague and defensive his wife had gotten the moment they had brought it up.

Personally, he still held onto the belief that Rex faked his death, though why he would go to such lengths instead of simply just divorcing his wife was beyond him. Did it not occur to him that not only would he never be able to see his son again and would everything that he had ever known would be gone. It wasn't a crime to fake your death, but aside from cashing in on his life insurance or escaping paying his alimony and child support, which didn't make sense since they all lived together.

"So, are you brooding or worried that you might be wrong?" Six heard Rosa ask pulling him from his thoughts. Blinking owlishly, he realized his body had gone on auto drive as he got lost in his thoughts regarding the case. Glancing at his partner, he saw her doing her best to hide a smirk.

"Thinking." Six insisted as he turned back to focused on the road. It had been forty-five minutes since they had left the victims home after interviewing his wife and currently heading across New York, which as expected from the United States most populated city the roads were congested and the sidewalks were overcrowded to the extent that the people were even walking in the road simply not giving a damn if they were moments away from getting runover.

"Explains the pained look I saw." Rosa mused getting a dull look from the Spartan that made her smirk; that would teach him for the dope comment. "I guess you don't do it all that often." She teased the squad's newest addition.

"Good thing you're here then." Six replied as he slowed the Charger and came to a stop at the traffic lights.

"Agreed." Rosa nodded as Jericho looked away from her and focused on the traffic lights and waiting for them to turn green. " Must be why Sarge placed us together. Didn't want you overexerting on your first day and all." She smirked as she blatantly started checking out his large muscular arms, specifically the scars she noticed along with the third degree burns that looked like they had healed a long time ago...but the scarring remained.

"Lucky me." Jericho murmured as the light turned green and they continued their way.

Rosa simply smirked as she rested her arm on the window and looked out at the city, enjoying his satire. It made a refreshing change from the rest of the squad. From Jake's idiocy, Charles over eagerness and not so subtle flirting with her, Amy's overenthusiasm and incessant need to be a people pleaser, and Hitchcock and Scully's...well, just being Hitchcock and Scully.

"So, what were you thinking about?" Rosa asked as she shifted in her seat. While the leather was comfortable, her butt was starting to go to sleep after sitting in it for so long. If Van De Kamp wasn't dead, by the time she was finished with him he was gonna wish he was, especially after he had sent them on a wild goose chase across the city.

"Just thinking."

"About the case?" Rosa pressed as she turned her head to look at her partner who nodded hesitantly. "Let's hear it then." She said as they headed deeper into the city following the mass of the traffic.

"Just trying to understand his reasonings." Six explained cautiously, not because he didn't trust her...well, he didn't but that was nothing personal. He didn't trust anyone, came from working with ONI, or so he told himself. He was sure there were some phycological reasons why he didn't trust anyone, but he had no desire to jump down that rabbit hole and admit how fucked up he was. Besides, only a friend could betray you.

Was he being a pessimist? Perhaps. But that mindset had saved his life on more than one occasion, and the reason he was still alive after being in active service for eighteen years, twenty-four if you counted his training on Onyx.

But he digressed.

He had always preferred to keep his thoughts to himself, a trait that was shared by most Spartans. Mendez had first taught them all to be silent, then he had trained them to be warriors far deadlier than their namesake.

"I wouldn't get held up on it too much until we actually know what happened." Rosa told him, pulling the Spartan from his thoughts. "Until we get more evidence about what actually happened at the depot we're just grasping at straws. For all we know he might have been killed there..."

"He wasn't killed there." Six cut her off firmly as he focused on the busy traffic as they little by little moved through New York.

"You sound pretty confident." Rosa remarked looking at Jericho. "How can you be so sure?"

"Experience." Jericho answered somewhat cryptically.

"So you have been on a lot of homicides then?" Rosa asked him.

"This is New York, is it not?" Six answered nonchalantly.

"Touché." Rosa acknowledged. "Although, there wouldn't be half as many murders in the city if we didn't have some vigilante running around taking the law into his own hands."

"Wishful thinking."

"Right," She drawled playfully. "I forgot that you don't believe in myths." She smirked pretty much echoing what he had said earlier that day before they had been interrupted by Gina preventing her from hearing his thoughts on the Demon.

"I was referring to your previous statement." Six clarified for her.

"You know, I think you might be the first cop that I've met that doesn't believe or wants to capture the Demon."

"I aim to please." Came the Spartans automatic response getting a smirk from his partner. "And there is always a sliver of truth in every myth."

"So, you do believe that he exists?"

"To some extent."

"Meaning?" Rosa pressed, curious to hear his thoughts regarding the Demon.

"I lack any sufficient evidence..."

"Would you stop pussyfooting around and just spit it out?!" Rosa growled at him, quickly growing frustrated at how aloof he was being. "Just tell me, damn it."

"Are you always so demanding?"

"Only when people won't give me a straight answer." Rosa informed him pointedly. "So just tell me."

"Sounds like I'm getting under your skin." The Spartan-III commando commented as he glanced down at the GPS and saw that they were nearing their destination.

"As if." Rosa snorted at the very thought as she turned her head and looked back out through the window. "You'd have to know something about my life to get underneath my skin." She informed the scarred detective as she leaned her arm back on the window. "And that's never gonna happen..."

"Is that right?"

"Damn straight." She nodded firmly. "I've been at the Nine-Nine for years and they know absolutely nothing about me; so, you've got no chance." She proclaimed as she stared out at the city. In the distance she spotted the shining jewel of New York, Noble Industries. Which even from afar towered over the rest of the building and could be seen all the way from Brooklyn.

What she wouldn't have given for just a peek inside. Especially since all the advances in technology, Biotech, healthcare, foodbanks, entertainment, education, and work to eliminate poverty and homelessness from the city such as building apartments that families could live in free of charge and found them suitable jobs and schools had all came from Noble Industries many branches and charity foundations over the last ten years.

It made her wonder what other goodies they had stored away/working on. It was abundantly clear that they had to be hiding the good stuff away until the opportune moment when they knew that they would get the most profit, mostly in the summer or the holidays. After all, despite their noble intentions, pun intended, all corporations cared about at the end of the day was how much money they were earning.

If she ever decided to quit the Force for whatever reason, she could always break into the place steal a few pieces of tech, sell them off to the highest bidder and make off like a queen.

Queen of the Underworld, heh! That had a pretty dope ring to it...

"Whatever you say, Rosalita."

Her head snapped in Jericho's direction so quickly and intensely that it was a wonder that she didn't snap her neck as she promptly glared fiercely at her partner as he kept his eyes on the road and continued driving towards Sacred Heart.

"What the hell did you just call me?!" Rosa hissed at Jericho; her voice laced with venom as she did everything within her power to intimidate him.

"Rosalita." Jericho repeated nonchalantly as he looked at her for a second before looking back at the road. "That is your name, correct?"

"You got lucky." She muttered as she grumbled something incoherent under her breath. It was a lucky guess was all. Considering her name was Rosa and given her ethnicity...

"Did it have frills?" Jericho suddenly asked pulling the rifled Latina from her thoughts.

"What?"

"Your tutu." Jericho clarified for Rosa making her eyes widen behind her sunglasses like a deer caught between the headlights and the colour drain from her cheeks as he turned back for a second and saw the twinkle in his eye. "I assume you had one when you attended the American Ballet Academy?"

On instinct, Rosa jumped forward to strangle him and keep her secret hidden from the rest of the squad, hell from the rest of the world, only to be yanked back by the seatbelt that tugged against the throat. Pulling the strap away from her throat after it had tried to choke her, she glared at the muscular man beside her.

"You tell anyone, and I mean anyone, I'll kill you." She threatened him, and by God, she meant it. She was not about to let her reputation as the Nine-Nine's resident badass and most terrifying detective be sullied because of him, no matter how hot she found him.

"Threats only work if you can back them up." Six pointed out for her as he turned back to focus on the road.

"Oh, I'll back it up alright." Rosa growled barring her teeth as she continued to eyeball Jericho. "I will destroy you." She warned him coldly. "Des-troy you." Her voice began as cold as ice as she glared at him. Unfortunately, just like with the previous times he didn't seem intimidated in the slightest, which only served to sour his mood even more, especially when she saw his lip twitch slightly; bastard was enjoying this.

"How the hell did you find out anyway?" She pretty much demanded, a scowl present across her features.

"I'm good at my job." Six replied nonchalantly.

"Spying more like." Rosa accused.

"If you like." Six shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her.

"What would you call it then, big guy?" She asked rhetorically as she continued to glare at him.

"Reconnaissance."

"Reconnaissance?" Rosa repeated with a quirked brow. Reconnaissance, his constant use of the word Ma'am, his reserved and analytical demeanour, as well as the numerous scars that were across his face and arms, and no doubt across the rest of his body too, she was starting to get Special Forces vibes from him. If that was the case, then why the hell was he a cop?

Most that left the military preferred to settle down and live a quiet life somewhere and adapt to civilian life, not jump back into the thick of it. Usually, it was the other way arounds, cops left the Force to join the Military when they craved more action. She guessed that he broke the status quo in that regards.

"Soldier?"

"Detective." Jericho reminded the Latina who rolled her eyes at yet another sarcastic comment.

"Don't be a smartass. That's not what I meant, and you know it." She stated giving him a look. "You used to be a soldier."

"What gave it away?"

"The scars for one." She replied then smirked facetiously at him. "Don't they teach you how to dodge?"

"Not on the standard package." Jericho retorted getting a restrained smile from Rosa. Alas, before she could give a retort of her own she noticed that they began to slow down again. Initially, she thought that they had hit yet another traffic jam. That assumption was quickly dismissed when she saw that they were pulling into a large carpark filled with vehicles as far as the eye could see that circled a rather large building that looked state of the art with the words Sacred Heart Hospital printed on the front.

"About time." Rosa muttered as Jericho started searching for a place to park. "I was starting to think that we were never gonna make it." She added as she stretched, sighing in bliss as popped her back and hit that sweet spot.

Six didn't comment as he kept his eye out for a parking spot. The hospital was as busy as usual from the looks of things, no doubt that the staff were rushed off their feet and even with the contributions and funding that Noble Industries had supplied, hence the state-of-the-art building, there was very little he could do about that...at least for the moment.

However, if the work that his company and his assiduous employees had been hard at work with paid off then that would all change soon; furthermore, they would continue their mission, even if his workers were unaware of the true motives of the company, to uplift humanity and prepare them for the future, give them a fighting chance this time. He had been given an opportunity, one that he refused to squander, to make things better.

There was five hundred years until now and the Human-Covenant war, a war that he could perhaps prevent, and if not at the very least he could accelerate humanities progress. Give them a good chance of winning, something that he just frankly couldn't see them doing after the Fall of Reach, even with the package on the Autumn.

How many had been lost on Reach? He had never learnt the exact number, but it had ranged in the millions, both military and civilian casualties. That was Reach alone. Over twenty-seven years billions had died, again both military and civilians, the Covenant and Insurrectionists were not select in whom they massacred; it was why he hated the latter so intensely.

Every single one of them were traitors, not just to the UNSC but to humanity. Mankind was being slaughtered like cattle, their worlds glassed, as the Covenant committed genocide on their entire species as they systematically wiped out, and instead of putting their personal differences aside they continued to attack the UNSC and bomb UEG worlds, ultimately weakening them all and making the Covies job easier.

He quickly purged such thoughts from his mind, privately berating himself for once again getting distracted and dwelling on the past...well, his past at any rate, when he spotted an empty space and drove into it. Switching the engine off, they both got out allowing Six to lock the Charger up.

"Ready?" Six asked rhetorically as he briefly glanced at Rosa before walking away from the car and across the carpark, the latter swiftly following behind him.

"This place better have some damn answers." Rosa grumbled as she sorted out her sunglasses and matched her partner's pace. "Especially with how long it took us to get here."

"It will." Six stated, his tone firm. "First off, we'll see if anyone's seen him at all." He told her as he walked off to the side to get out of the road, well the part of the carpark that acted as the road at any rate. "If they have it'll make our jobs easier."

"Agreed." Rosa nodded as she walked beside him. "Check his alibi too while we're at it, see if he really was working last night like his wife claimed." She added as they neared the entrance. "Unless she's covering for him?" She proposed glancing at her partner. "For someone that's husband could be dead you'd think she'd be a little more helpful."

"As I said, she's a proud woman." Six repeated what he had stated earlier that day.

"Not the word I'd use to describe her." Rosa snorted in amusement.

"Don't make it personal." Six told her, referring to the fact that she had been spoken down to by the victim's wife. "Comes with the territory."

"Well thanks for that bit of insight."

"You're welcome." The Spartan shot back getting a smirk from his partner. "Furthermore, the two are clearly facing problems in their relationship, hence her trepidation to divulge too much."

Before Rosa could retort, the large glass doors opened as they reached the entrance to see a janitor working on trying to pry something from out of the door. Not even giving him a second glance allowing him to continue his work and walked inside. As she entered, she felt a pleasant breeze wash over her from the air-conditioning, preferable to the muggy heat outside. Peering around the room it was like she had stepped into the future.

The reception room was huge, easily twice the size of the bullpen and in the centre of the room was a large white desk that was circular in nature and had many computers that looked state-of-the-art, making her a little envious that she had to use her piece of crap back at the precinct, that the receptionists and nurses were sitting behind and answering the phones that were ringing consistently.

To the left side of the room, she saw a large waiting room that had several patients waiting to be seen by the doctors, however none of them really seemed to care about the wait time as they watched the large screen that was on the wall; meanwhile the children that were present were playing with the toys in the back.

"Look, mummy, look! I'm walking!" Rosa was pulled from her thoughts and over to where the voice came from to see a very happy child, no older than seven, holding his mother's hand and showing off his brand new cybernetic leg to her, another product that had been created by Noble Industries, the world's leading biotechnology company.

"I see, baby." The mother smiled, tears in the corner of her eyes as she stared lovingly at her son. Judging from her reaction and how happy the child sounded, walking was an entirely new experience for the latter.

Despite famously being known for her cold and terrifying demeanour, something she prided herself in, Rosa allowed a smile to form as the mother and son passed her and left the hospital. Wherever he had been born with some sort of deformability or had lost it in some terrible accident, the kid would be able to live somewhat of a normal life now thanks to his new cybernetic leg.

She just hoped that some scumbag didn't go and steal it off him, shattering whatever confidence he had. Despite the advances that Noble Industries had brought to the city, as well as the rest of the world, it also gave criminals a whole new venture to exploit. Ultimately making hers and the rest of the NYPD's job harder; especially when they had cybernetics of their owns eliminating fingerprints entirely.

"Eyes on the prize, not the horizon." Rosa suddenly heard Jericho say as he nudged her pulling her from her thoughts to see him looking down at her. Without saying anything else, or letting her get a word in edgeways, he walked over to the receptionist desk in the centre of the room.

Following her partner, she walked over to the desk where one of the receptionists, who was admittingly pretty hot, who had been working on the computer before looking up when she heard footsteps approaching and sighed aspirated when she saw Jericho.

"It's only Monday and you're already here?" The receptionist sighed, regardless a smile still graced her lips. "Sometimes I wonder if you have a death wish, Jericho." Judging by the fact she knew his name, Rosa guessed that the two knew each other.

"Part of the job." Jericho replied casually getting a frown in return from the nurse.

"Having a death wish?" She asked dangerously, clearly displeased with his response.

"Speak for yourself." Rosa snorted, suddenly becoming centre of attention as the two nurses behind the desk look at her.

"Who's your friend, Jericho?" The nurse asked before stopping herself. "Oh, right, silly me." She playfully berated herself. " How could I forget; you don't have friends. You've made that abundantly clear on numerous occasions." She added, meanwhile Rosa looked between the two. Clearly the two had history together, and despite the impishness of her tone there was some hidden meaning behind the words.

"Detective Rosalita Diaz," Jericho introduced his partner, unaware of her jaw tightening at the mention of her full name and was tempted to find a scalpel and stab him in the throat to permanently silence him. "Meet Carla Espinosa and Laverne Roberts." He said indicating to the stout woman that was staring at her computer.

"Hey." Rosa greeted, still irritated at Jericho but decided to be cordial, and bobbed her head at the two nurses.

"Nice to meet you, Rosa." Carla smiled, bemused as she noticed the slight death glare that she sent to Jericho, and knowing the man as long as she had she could understand why. "First day?" She inquired generally curious. "I don't think I've seen you with tall, dark, and grumpy before."

"I was transferred." Six informed her before Rosa could get a word in edgeways.

"Ah, my condolences." Carla apologised getting a smirk from Rosa before turning back to Jericho. "Seeing as you don't look injured," she gave him a quick once over, Rosa noticing that her eyes lingered...not that she blamed her. "I'm guessing that this isn't a social call."

"When is it ever?" Laverne finally spoke up. "I swear that boy is trying to test the eternal patience of the Lord." She said as she looked up and peered over her glasses at the scarred detective.

"We're following up on a lead." Six explained to Carla, steering the conversation away anything that had to do with religion. While he would not do anything that would mock and belittle her faith, that did not mean that he would just stand there and listen to her prattle on about her Christianity. There were no ifs and buts, religion had ruined his life. Granted, it was one that hadn't been created by humanity. Regardless, it had ruined his life and the lives of countless others as well.

"Do you know a Doctor Van De Kamp?" The Spartan continued, purging his thoughts regarding the Covenant and their damn religion, their Great Journey.

"Not well," Carla admitted. "But, I've seen him doing his rounds and have occasional spoken to him..."

"When he needs something." Laverne muttered offhandedly, cutting Carla off. "Like the rest of the doctors in this place."

"Mmm-hmmm." Carla agreed wholeheartedly as she gave her an exactly look. "Preaching to the choir."

"Amen."

"Why're you asking?" Carla questioned while Laverne pretended not to be listening but everyone present, she was anything but.

"His car has been found abandoned and there are signs of foul play." Six revealed shocking the two nurses.

"Is he..." Carla trailed off.

"We don't know." Rosa replied, drawing the attention onto her, as she tried to be a sympathetic as she could. "We're currently retracing his steps hence why we're here. According to his wife, she last saw him around 8PM before he left and returned here to cover one of the interns."

"She must be mistaken." Laverne stated looking over to where Rosa was standing. "The last time he worked was yesterday morning." She informed her making the two detectives' glance at each other.

"Are you sure?" Jericho questioned, his tone firm. "His wife was adamant that he was covering an intern last night."

"Trust me, honey. Nothing happens in this hospital without us knowing about it." Laverne informed him. "When I tell you he wasn't here then he wasn't here."

"We're gonna need more than your good word, Nurse Roberts." Rosa stated crossing her arms. "Have you got any proof?" She grilled the deeply pious woman who clearly didn't like the tone she used but didn't comment on it.

"Give me a second." Laverne told her as she returned her attention onto her computer.

"Urgh, dear god, Carla." A loud voice suddenly complained becoming centre of attention as a male doctor suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"You best not be using the Lord's name in vain, Doctor Cox." Laverne warned the now identified Dr. Cox who rolled his eyes at the response that he had come to expect from the extremely devout woman.

"How dare you, Laverne." Cox sounded deeply offended as he slammed folder onto the counter and stared her down. "Do you really believe that I of all people would invoke our Lord and Saviours name in vain when I have to battle Beelzebub on a daily basis?" He asked getting an eyeroll from Carla before he suddenly noticed Six. "Jenifer."

"Cox." Six greeted stoically, showing no reaction whatsoever at being referred to by a girl's name, growing accustomed to the man's quirks over the years.

"You been shot?"

"No."

"Stabbed?"

"No."

"Poisoned?"

"No."

"Injured?"

"No."

"You've managed to go a day without pissing somebody off, congrats." Cox said before turning his attention back onto Carla. "Now that I'm not being sermonized by Mrs Holier than thou, back to what I was saying. Tell me that you did what I asked, I can only hold off Satan for so long."

"Like I told you this morning, it's not here. We're not so incompetent that we lose vital medical equipment." Carla told him firmly. "Maybe go check with one of the new interns?" She suggested to him. "It would not be the first time that they neglected to write down the items they used."

"Here we are." Laverne suddenly spoke up before Cox could retort. "It says here that from 1pm yesterday afternoon he was officially listed as on vacation after he finished his shift." She told the two detectives as she spun the computer around so they could see it.

"And this is completely up to date?" Six asked getting a glower from both the nurses. "Simple question."

"Of course, it's up to date." Carla told him. "We're very meticulous when it comes to our records here."

"What's going on?" Cox asked crossing his arms.

"Are you familiar with a Doctor Van De Kamp?" Rosa questioned Cox while Jericho focused on the computer and read what was on the screen.

"Depends, what's he done this time?"

"We found his car abandoned and there are signs of foul play." Rosa repeated what Jericho had told the two nurses. "His wife was under the impression that he was covering an intern last night..."

"That old witch? What would she know when she's always preoccupied with stirring that caldron of hers.." Cox remarked getting a smirk from Rosa and an eyeroll from Carla.

"Little bit harsh." Carla scolded Cox firmly, sounding a lot like an overbearing mother.

"Personally, I would have burned her at the stake then..."

"Are you two friends?"

"Cox? Friends?" Carla and Laverne laughed at the very idea getting a mocking one in return from Cox. "That's funny, I didn't take you for a comedian. He's almost as social as you, but even then, that's a stretch. Probably why you two get along so well."

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, let's not get carried away there."

"Agreed." Six nodded. "I'm a patient, he's a doctor. That's the extent of our correlation."

"Bingo! See, old Scarface here gets it."

"Must you be so rude?" Carla frowned at Cox, unhappy at him mocking the scars across Jericho's face; ones that she had always found quite attractive.

"Back to my partners previous question." Six brought the conversation back. "Are you friends with him?" He asked Cox, his deep blue eyes peering into the experienced doctors. "If anything were to happen to him, do you have any idea where he would go, who he would contact."

"Not really." Cox replied candidly.

"Yet enough to know his wife." Rosa countered, her tone sceptical and narrowed her dark eyes at him.

"I used to know him, toots." Cox retorted earning a death glare from Rosa for the toots remark. "And this is the important part, so listen carefully...are you ready? Are ya set? We're not anymore." He whispered the last part mockingly. "Emphasis on the used to."

"Is he close with anyone else?" Six asked before things could escalate between Diaz and Cox. "He must have friends."

"Do you?" Carla challenged the muscular detective.

"I'm a unique case."

"Not the word I'd use to describe you." Carla quipped playfully, which Six decided to ignore for his own sanity. "But nobody comes to mind...of course, as I said I don't really know him all that well. Whenever I see him, he's always eating alone."

"Although..."

"What?" Rosa quickly asked noticing that Laverne hesitated slightly.

"Well, I'm not one for gossiping." She began to say only to be interrupted as Carla did her best to stifle a laugh, meanwhile Cox laughed outright receiving a dirty look in return. "But I have noticed that spends a lot of time with Ted."

"Ted?" Rosa repeated. "And that is?"

Instead of answering, Cox turned around whistled loudly making everyone present grimace at the ear shattering noise that reverberated throughout the room. "Ted!"

"Yes?" Spinning around, both Jericho and Rosa came face to face with a rather scrawny man that looked like a nervous wreck and one bad day away from a nervous breakdown. He was mostly bald expect for the long unkept hair around the sides, sweaty brows, and dead brown eyes that had lost all hope.

"Meet Ted, the hospital sad-sack and Satan's minion." Cox introduced the man to the two detectives.

"I am?"

"Yes."

"Awww." Ted began to mope as he looked to the floor, a depressed look forming across his already pitiful face.

"Ignore him, Ted." Carla told him. "His parents didn't give him enough attention as a child." She added getting a smirk from Rosa, sounded an awful lot like Jake. " This is Detectives Reach and Diaz..."

"Oh, god, no!" Ted began to panic gripping his head. "I can't afford to be sued again. My wife took everything already, the kids, the house...my pride." He muttered the last part under his breath, but everyone still heard him. "I'm living back with my mother, we share a bed...I rub lotion into her back in the places she can't reach."

"Urgh!" Just about everyone present voiced their disgust getting a bewildered look from Ted.

"What?! I'm helping!"

"Ewww, I don't want to hear about what you and your mother do in private." Carla shuttered suddenly feeling like she needed a shower, make that two.

"You're not being sued, Mr..."

"BUCKLAND!" He yelled out overjoyed that somebody was finally taking an interest in him.

"Mr Buckland." Six continued getting a look of disbelief from Ted.

"It's been years since anyone has treated me with such respect...would you like to be friends?" His tone was desperate and there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"You're barking up the wrong tree there, Ted." Carla did her best to let him down softly. "Jericho here doesn't have time for friends."

"Awwww. My one chance and I blew it." Ted began to mope again. "I'll go..." He said turning around and started to walk away.

"Mr Buckland," While Six liked to believe his patience was endless when it came to civilians, he was beginning to lose his patience with the constant interruptions and their eccentrics. "We need to ask you a few questions."

"Okay." Ted sighed as he turned back around. "I'll try not to mess it up."

"Rex Van De Kamp." Rosa was in a similar frame of mind as Six, quickly growing tired with all the interruptions; to be frank Ted was like a less confident version of Boyle...something she didn't think was possible. "We understand that the two of you are friends."

"Bit of a stretch."

"No one asked you." Carla shut down Cox.

"Yeah!" Ted confirmed cheerfully, his previous depressed mood all but forgotten.

"His car was found abandoned in the early hours of this morning." Rosa repeated once again, and at this rate she was starting to sound like a broken record. "With signs of foul play, however there was no sign of his body anywhere. We're trying to retrace his steps and account for his movements last night."

"It's possible that he's been hurt." Six explained even if deep down he knew he hadn't but hoped to exploit their friendship to get the intel he needed. "You're his friend, where would he go if he had been seriously hurt?"

"Errr..." A strangling noise came from Ted, followed by his entire body becoming ridged that immediately put the Spartan on edge.

"Uh-oh."

"What's wrong with him?" Rosa questioned looking between Ted and Cox. "Has he got a medical condition or something?"

"No, you put him on the spot."

"So?"

"Well, whenever somebody does that his throat closes up." Carla explained and pointed to Ted to get her point across. "As you can see."

"Urgh, you've got to be kidding me." Rosa breathed through her nose, reaching her breaking point. By this point it was just getting stupid now. Hell, she'd take Jake and Boyle's stupid antics over this crap any day.

"Fraid not."

"Ted, look at me." Six commanded looking down at the paralyzed man who did as he was told. "You're not under investigation...I'm asking for your help." He talked low; his voice filled with confidence as he addressed him. "Understand? I need your help."

"Okay." Ted managed to wheeze out.

"Okay." Six nodded slowly, glad that they were finally getting somewhere. "Now as I was saying, we're trying to find Rex. There's a chance he's been injured..." He trailed off seeing the uneasy look that formed. "You've seen him, haven't you?"

"No." His voice was significantly higher pitched.

"Mr Buckland, it's a serious offense to lie to the police." Six warned him, his tone as serious as a heart attack. "Now, I'm going to ask you again. Have you seen him?"

"Errr..."

"Come on Teddy Boy." Cox encouraged him. "Let's stop wasting everyone time and you can go back to hating yourself."

"He's...at my house." Ted finally relented much to Jericho's and Rosa's relief; finally! They were starting to get somewhere. "He needed somewhere to stay for a few days and with my mum out of town seeing her lover..."

"C'mon!" Cox cried out looking disgusted. "None of us, scratch that, no one with a fully functioning cerebral cortex wants to hear about your mothers sexual escapades."

"And you've seen him today?" Rosa grilled, a strangling noise coming from him again. "Just nod." She sighed seeing that his throat had closed again. When he did, she turned to her partner. "Guess you were right after all."

"Hmmm." Six responded. "Doesn't explain the blood, though."

"Blood?" Cox suddenly asked, an intense look forming.

"As I said there were signs of foul play." Six repeated as he looked at the veteran doctor. "There was a lot of blood at the crime scene."

"Sonofabitch!" Cox swore with a face like thunder startling the patients in the room that looked over to where they were standing. "I'll ring that bastard neck myself."

"Problem?"

"Yeah, there problem alright." Cox seethed, surprising the Spartan as while he had seen him annoyed, mostly by his interns, this was the first time in ten years of knowing the man that he had seen him visibly angry.

"We thought that one of the interns had misplaced several blood packs and we've been trying to find them...guess now we know what really happened to them." Carla informed him.

"I see." Six murmured, the final piece of the mystery finally being solved. "Certainly, explains the lack of the blood trail." He said glancing at Rosa who nodded in agreement then back to Ted. "Mr Buckland, I'm going to need your address." He stated rather than asked.

Finding a pen, Ted writ down the address for the two detectives and handed Six the slip of paper. "Am I in trouble?"

"No." Jericho assured him with a small nod. "You've been a big help, Mr Buckland." He told him before looking at the others. "We appreciate the assistance...we'll let you get back to work."

"I'm sure we'll see you around." Carla smiled knowingly. "Trouble follows you around like a lost puppy."

"Hmmm." Six neither agreed nor disagreed with her analogy. "Farewell." He bid his goodbyes before turning around on the spot and left the hospital alongside his partner. Once they left Sacred Heart and got far enough away, he rubbed his eyelids in frustration.

"Urgh, thought we'd never leave that place."

"Not a fan of hospitals?"

"Hospitals are fine." Rosa muttered under her breath as she made her way through the carpark. "Those people were driving me crazy." She continued but refused to add that she hated Hospitals mostly to the fact that they always wanted her to donate blood every chance they got; damn vampires the lot of them. "Especially that idiot?" She muttered and when she saw Jericho looking at her, she decided to elaborate. "The doctor."

"Cox?"

"Cock more like." She grumbled, clearly still pissed about the toot's comment. "He's lucky I'm on duty."

"He is an acquired taste." Six agreed, although he never had a problem with him.

"You can say that again."

"He is an acquired taste." Rosa gave him a dull look, but her lips did twitch ever so slightly.

"You're hilarious."

"No, Jericho." Six said making her roll her eyes as they reached the Charger.

"Let's just go get this guy already. " She voiced as Jericho reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. "We've wasted enough time here already."

"Agreed." He nodded as he unlocked the car and opened the door. "Hopefully he's still there."

"He better be." Rosa muttered as she opened her door and got into the Charger. "After the wild goose chase, he sent us on all morning, he's gonna wish he was dead by the time I'm finished with him." She swore as he closed the door and strapped herself in.

"Sounds ominous." Six remarked as he started up the Charger.

"Good, it was meant too." She informed him as she watched as he tapped the screen and entered the address that Ted had given him into the GPS. Within a few seconds the coordinates were set, and they were both on their way for a third time that day; however, this time she hoped that it would be the last time and they would finally nab this sonofabitch for wasting police time.

And cut! Well, here is the next chapter for The Demon Of The Nine-Nine. I hoped you all enjoyed it. Sorry for the slight hiatus, but life has got in the way recently. Then there was the storm that hit England, where I live obviously, that left me without power for over a week, then work, etc, etc. I had planned to finish this episode this chapter, but over the next few days I'm going to be at work so I would be able to upload until next week...so thought I would at least give you a chapter.

Not sure if I did the Scrubs characters credit, but not really to bothered if I did or not since they play such a small part in this story. Just a little cameo here and there. If you're wondering where Kelso, JD, Turk, and Elliot were then this take place just before the first episode, hence why you only saw Carla, Cox, Laverne, and Ted. Not that Kelso wasn't there, he just wasn't included in this scene.

Well, let me know what you all thought :)