The Demon Of The Nine-Nine

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hellfire45: Cheers, man. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Umar Anuar: Yeah, despite everything that's happened since the Fall of Reach, Six still cares about civilians.

Guest: Of course, I watched it! Loved every second of it, although the highlight for me had to be that scene where Six is standing in the entrance of the cave wearing a tattered black cloak, that was just beautiful and really brought a smile to my lips.

Guest: Pretty much, yeah. People obviously know the name, but only a select few have ever met Jericho Reach face-to-face.

Flash: The entire purpose of Noble Industries is to help uplift humanity, but there will be a few arcs surrounding the company, such as creating stronger enemies for Six to deal with due to the cybernetics making them somewhat of a threat for Six while in his armour. There won't be any Forerunner upgrades to his armour since he's never heard of them, but Covenant? sure. As the enemies get stronger, he might be forced to make more upgrades to his armour.

I might even write an arc where the Insurrectionists from Post-war are transported back in time, which would really push him to his limits especially if I include a few rouge Spartan-IV's wearing wither Gen- or Gen-3 armour, vastly superior to his Mark V.

Guest: Like I said I'm not spoiling it for who Six will eventually get with in this story. But right now, he has no desire to get with anyone, a lifetime of indoctrination does that to you. If Six does get with Amy then he'd either get with Sophia, Bernice...or maybe I'll give Six a sister who he thought was dead and is transported back in time and dates Jake simply to drive Six crazy since Jake would keep saying that they're brothers now.

Chapter 8.

Captain Holt basked in the silence as he drove back to the station after he and Peralta had waited for the patrol car to arrive to collect the young man that they had apprehended and had been spraying male genitalia across a myriad of Police Cars across the city.

"So," The silence was quickly broken as Peralta spoke up. Glancing at him from the corner of his eye, he saw him smiling brightly. "That was fun." Ignoring him and focusing on the road, he got a loud groan from his passenger. "Oh, c'mon! Not even a smile?! We got caught the kid red-handed...and it's all thanks to Harvey Norgenbloom."

"The suspect nearly got away because of your ridiculous disguise." Holt pointed out as he glanced at Jake, his tone weary.

"Hey!" Jake cried out offended. "Harvey Norgenbloom is a stroke of genius!" He insisted. "Besides, it was all part of the plan."

"Losing the suspect?"

"You just suck the joy out of everything, don't you?" Jake tutted shaking his head at Holt. "Can't you just let me be happy for once?" He asked only to receive silence from his new captain, one that was about as much fun as watching paint dry, scratch that, that would've been more enjoyable than working alongside with Captain Robot. Why did McGintley have to leave? Oh, stupid I'm sixty-five and have a heart condition. It wasn't fair! Why did things always have to change? It was like his dad leaving him and his mom...

Hold up! Where did that come from? He didn't have daddy issues-ugh, abandonment issues! No siree! So what if his father left him and his mother when he was young depriving him of a good father figure? He turned out great! Better than great, fantastic! Besides, who needed a father when he could just turn on Die Hard and watch John McClane? The ultimate badass who he had shaped his entire life on!

John would never leave him, John would never hurt him, John wouldn't cheat on his mother hundreds of times all throughout his childhood if he were his dad. He wouldn't expose his child mind to his bare ass while he was deep inside...

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Jake screamed out hysterically as he purged the memory from his mind. He gave a nervous chuckle when he noticed the captain staring at him as they waited in traffic. "You know what, why don't we listen to the radio." He decided grinning uncomfortably as Holt's emotionless gaze bored into his very soul making a little self-conscious.

"I'd rather...

"Too late!" Jake practically sang out as he turned on the radio and began messing with the dials, Terry really should've stopped being so stingy and brought something a little more modern...probably why his wife wanted an SUV, he began skimming through the stations for something interesting to listen too, anything to make the journey back to the nine-nine a little more bearable with old Captain Robot.

"Hello, and welcome back or thanks for tuning to Brooklyn Free Radio." The voice of the radio said making Jake roll his eyes as he went to change the channel. He wanted to listen to some music, though hopefully nothing with exploited rap considering that he couldn't sing along due to present company...hence why he didn't bring his mix tape.

"Eugh, pass."

"Now the News." The host announced as the light turned green and the traffic started moving again. "Police are still investigating the murder of the five men that were killed in a warehouse located in downtown New York in the early hours of this morning. While the details are still sketchy and the New York Police Department have yet to issue a statement to the public, it is believed to be the work of the Demon,"

"Oooh," Jake suddenly became excited as a twinkle appeared in his eye at the mere mention of the Demon. "What's this?" A grin crept across his face as he stared down at the radio like a child watching their favourite show.

"The enigmatic vigilante that for ten years has managed to elude law enforcement in not only New York, but if rumours are to be believed also around the globe hinting that perhaps the Demon could in fact be some sort of organization that have taken it upon themselves to not only route out crime but also hunt down insurgent movements across the planet whenever they show themselves."

"Ahhh, he's so cool." Jake sighed blissfully.

"Do you admire him, Peralta?" Holt suddenly asked hearing the admiration in his tone.

"Are you kidding?!" Jake asked incredulous. "This guy is practically the reason why I became a cop!"

"You became a cop to hunt down vigilantes?"

"No," Jake drawled rolling his eyes. " I became a cop to take down bad guys, just like John McClane."

"McClane?" Holt repeated questionably getting a scandalized look from the detective who looked like he had just been slapped.

"John McClane...Die Hard...Bruce Willis!" With each word came out quicker and higher pitched as Holt said nothing as he concentrated on the road. "C'MOM, MAN!" Jake cried out insulted.

"Furthermore, Police have also detained Detective Victor Smith of the NYPD's 42nd precinct who was found beaten and bloody at the warehouse." The radio host explained before Holt could comment further. "Initially, it was believed that he had simply been at the wrong place at the wrong time, however we have recently learned that he was on the payroll of Jimmy Figgins, a man speculated to be the infamous crime lord known as the Butcher, although no charges have ever held up in court after the prosecutors have a habit of either turning up dead or missing."

"In any event, this is a sad day for not only the New York Police Department, but also our city. If we can't even trust the Police, who can we trust?" While Holt didn't say, or even express that the hosts words bothered him, there was disappointment in his eyes.

"In lighter news, Noble Industries has announced this morning that their medical branch has begun working on an antibody designed specially to bolster the immune system. Meaning that pet allergies, and hay fever will soon be a thing of the past."

"Noice." Jake commented as he zoned out whatever the host was saying now that they had stopped talking about the Demon, the vigilante that he was going to apprehend. As soon as he did then he would be more famous than even Jericho, the latter being hailed as the NYPD's greatest detective...a title that he planned on taking from him in due time.

Ever since he had first heart of the Demon, he had been watching his career with great interest. While the two were on opposite sides of the law, frankly...he was amazing. Being a cop could be dull...but with him around, every day was awesome. Everyone had heard the rumours about him being twelve foot tall, an empty golden eye that could look into their soul of the wicked and punished the guilty and protected the innocent...actually, he might have been thinking about Ghost Rider, another awesome Nic Cage movie.

Damn, he loved that guy...Nic Cage that was...and maybe the Demon as well. Not that he was a fan...fine, maybe tiny bit, but could you really blame him? He was like a comic character coming to live.

Those that lived to tell the tale claimed that he had the strength of ten men, bullets bounced off him, that he could meld into the shadows and disappeared without a trace. Many insisted that he wasn't even a man, but something supernatural; the more devout preached that the Demon wasn't in fact a demon but rather an angel that God had sent down to punish those full of sin and remind mankind that God hadn't abandoned them and continued watch and protect his children.

Which personally he found hilarious...although it did make for an awesome backstory. An angel that protected the innocent and punished the...damn it! That was the general plot for Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance. Nowhere near as good as the original, but still entertaining in its own right. Of course, how could it not be? It was Nic Cage, again. That man could make anything work; hell Face-Off would've failed without his acting chops.

The man had range!

He was the Pasco of their time!

One day people would come to realize just how great he was.

Six took solace in the silence as he drove towards the Buckland residence after they had left Sacred Heart upon learning from Ted that Doctor Rex Van De Camp was not only still alive, like he had hypothesized, but still in New York and hiding out at Ted's home.

"Spill it, how did you find out?" The silence was broken as Rosa spoke up; for someone that insisted that she hated small talk she sure seemed to do a lot of it. Glancing at her, he gave her a lot that pretty much asked her to elaborate further. "How did you find all that out about me?"

"I told you." Six answered nonchalantly as he focused on the road. Looking at her from the corner of his eye, he was amused when he saw his partner glaring and trying to intimidate him once again. If she had the faintest idea the hell that he had lived through, she would've seen how ridiculous it was trying to intimidate him. If she had seen even a sliver of what he had, or what every human from his time had, her tough girl façade would crumble, and she would rush home to Oscar and Julia and just hold them.

If the people of Earth ever learnt where he came from, what was lurking in the dark abyss they'd never sleep again...and that was something he would endure anyone too, not until he gave mankind a fighting chance. As a Spartan-III, he had become accustomed with loss and had witnessed the best and brightest of humanity sacrificed, more often than naught pointlessly, for temporary gain.

But he hoped to change all that this time, hence the reason for creating Noble Industries. He had been given the opportunity to make a real change, a real difference, and he would've been a fool not to capitalize on it. Even with all the advances that humanity had made/would make over the next five hundred years they were still incredibly outgunned by the Covenant that were a millennia ahead of them.

He planned to change all that. While it was absurd to think that he would live long enough to see the Human-Covenant war begin, he could rest easier knowing that he had giving humanity a fighting chance...

"Hey!" His train of thought was ended when he heard Rosa's voice.

"Hmmm?"

"I'm talking to you." Rosa said, peeved that he had been ignoring. Nobody ignored her, nobody. People were too scared to mostly, and that was the way that she liked it. She had worked hard to maintain her imagine of the mysterious badass and she wasn't about to let the new guy come along and take it from her. "I asked how the hell you found all that out about me?"

"I told you."

"You mean you gave me some half-assed answer about you being good at your job?" Rosa shot back as Jericho moved between lanes as they headed deeper into New York. "That and you said that you been spying on me."

"Hmmm." Six neither agreed nor disagreed with her statement as he continued to follow the directions that the GPS laid out for him.

"You won't be so smug when I start spying on you and digging up all of your little secrets." She taunted hoping to get a reaction out of him. "When I finished, I'm gonna know every little thing about you."

"Good idea." Six nodded approving of the idea getting a bewildered look from Rosa.

"Come again?" She muttered. Privately, she was glad that Jake wasn't there knowing that he would have brought up his stupid "Title of your sex tape." gag that he had done ever since they had met in the academy.

"It will improve our synergy and effectiveness while out in the field." Six elucidated as he glanced at Rosa. "Good thinking." He complimented making her jaw tighten and scrunched her face up as she glared at him.

"You know it's not quite the same when you encourage me to do it." She commented giving him a dull look, why did he have to ruin everything? She had only known him a few hours and he was like a white cross between Captain Holt and Terry, maybe with a little bit of Amy thrown in for good measure. Good thing he was hot.

"I know." Jericho returned coolly. Rosa meanwhile was torn between smirking and glaring at him, she settled on the latter which again had no effect on the scarred faced detective, but everyone had their breaking point, and it was only a matter of time until she found his.

"Tell you one thing," Rosa decided to change the subject. "I'm glad to be out of that place." She looked away and back outside the window and stared at the city. Usually, she operated solely in Brooklyn, so it made it a bit of a change. "Never thought that I would meet anyone who's self-esteem is worse than Boyle."

"He had a bad divorce." Six countered. While he didn't know Boyle all that well, scratch that, he didn't know him at all, looking over the file that Dot had compiled for him it was clear that he had lost his edge. Not surprising considering the abusive relationship that he had gotten out of and the fact that not only had he lost everything in his divorce due to his lawyer dating her following their breakup, as well as the fact that he was currently living in his ex-wife's basement.

"Who, Charles or Ted?"

"Both."

"Is there anything you don't know?" Rosa asked rhetorically.

"Naturally." Six nodded. "It would be presumptuous of me to believe I am omniscient."

"Do you take everything so literal?"

"Be foolish not to." Six answered as he drove across the intersection, unaware of Rosa rolling her eyes behind the sunglasses.

"So, what's the deal with you and the nurse?" Rosa asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. "You two seemed to have a bit of history."

"Hmmm."

"Really, just hmmm?"

"Correct."

"Heh." Rosa smirked at him as she turned and looked back at him. "Seems I've hit a nerve."

"..."

"I have." She grinned triumphantly, happy that she was finally getting under his skin. Guess he wasn't quite as thick-skinned as she originally thought. "You two used to date?"

"Our relationship is strictly platonic."

"For you maybe." Rosa disagreed. "But judging from the way she was undressing you with her eyes..."

"She's a nurse." Six pointed out, his eyes concentrating on the road. " She was checking for injuries."

"If you say so." Rosa shrugged, though wondered how anyone could be that blind. From the impression that she was getting, Carla would have jumped over the desk and dragged him into the broom cupboard and fucked his brains out if he had asked, and unless Jericho was gay, she doubted that he would've rejected the offer. Not only was she hot, but who didn't have a thing for sexy Latina nurses?

"Car 343K, come in." A voice suddenly came over the radio pulling Rosa from her thoughts. "343K, come in." She watched as Jericho responded to the call by pressing the screen with his index finger.

"This is Detective Reach, go ahead."

"We have a message for you from the forensics at the crime scene." Upon hearing this Rosa sat up straighter in her seat. "After analysing the blood they have determined that it does not belong to Doctor Van De Kamp. Repeat, not Doctor Van De Kamp's. The blood has been identified from several sources, all known blood donors."

"Acknowledged, Dispatch." Six said as he ended the call and headed around a bend.

"Guess we know what happened to the blood packs." Rosa mused as he they headed up a slight incline and around another corner. "Seems that dumbass was onto something after all.

"Hmmm." Six concurred as he followed the road, moving through the busy traffic and going through a green light. "Let's hope he's still at Mr Bucklands."

"We would've been there quicker if you just used your sirens so that the traffic would get out of the way."

"And risk tipping him off?" Six questioned rhetorically.

"Right, because he'd be able to hear us from all the way across the city." Rosa retorted, which Six pretended not to hear as he followed the directions that the GPS laid out for him. After a few more minutes of driving in silence, they eventually reached their destination and pulled up next to the sidewalk.

Parking the Charger and switching off the engine, the two detectives got out and quickly headed over to the apartment and walked inside. The foyer was grubby and rundown with the wallpaper peeling from the walls and the carpet was faded and filled with gum plus numerous stains, which neither of them wanted to know what had caused them. There was also a musty smell hinting that...yep, there in the corner there was a large patch of mold that was spreading across the walls.

"Nice place." Rosa remarked sarcastically with a grimace as she looked around the foyer. "Surprised people still live in this slum."

"I've been to worse places." Six murmured before his eyes landed on the door number plates that was situated on the wall that listed not only the numbers of the houses but also the names of those that lived there. "Apartment fourteen." He read out to Rosa then took point.

Heading up a few flights to stairs, Reach and Diaz reached the hall that apartment fourteen was located on which like the foyer was in desperate need of renovating, scratched that, it would've been better to tear the place down and rebuild from the ground up bearing in mind the amount of water damage and wood rot that must have been running through the building.

"This is the place." Six voiced as they reached the end of the hallway and stood in front of faded green door that had a crocked number fourteen that was practically hanging off. Giving the door a hard knock, he heard noise coming from inside of the apartment before a dead silence ensued to which he looked at Rosa and gave her a nod, wordlessly telling her to get ready.

"Doctor Van De Kamp," Six called into the apartment as he continued to knock the door. " I'm Detective Reach of the NYPD, I know you're in there. Open the door." He said authoritatively, which seemed to have an effect when he heard something knocked over followed a window being jimmied. Acting like he predicted, the guilty were anything if not predictable, he took a step back then kicked the door open ripping it from the hinges and fell into the room making the halls shake.

"Damn..." Rosa looked taken aback as she stared at her partner. She certainly wouldn't be getting in his way any time soon. Jesus, it made her wonder how strong he was if a simple kick could knock the door down and make the hallway shake...or maybe it was because the place was rotting away. Although, that wouldn't explain how the hinges buckled and the door went flying into the room.

Ignoring that for the time being, Rosa rushed into the room to see her partner sprinting around the corner. Quickly following him, she headed around the corner to see him squeezing through the window, which under normal circumstances she would've laughed up, before her eyes widened as she watched as Jericho leapt over the side of the fire escape and disappeared from her line of sight.

"REACH!" Rosa couldn't stop herself from shouting out as she heard a thump hit the ground. Rushing over to the side, she leaned over to see Jericho on the ground before reaching up and pulling the stunned man from the ladder who clearly hadn't been expecting the massive Detective to leap off the side and pulled him down to the ground before pushing him into the side of the building.

"Damn, he was crazy." Which only served to make him more appealing to her.

"Rex Van De Camp, you're under arrest..." Six informed the doctor as he grabbed his handcuffs from his pocket and placed them on him as Rosa climbed down the fire escape.

"Faking your death isn't a crime." The doctor retorted struggled only to be pushed harder into the wall as Rosa landed on the ground and walked over to them both, ready to assist her partner if he needed it.

"Correct, Pseudocide is not a crime." Six agreed as he placed the cuffs on. "However, wasting Police time and theft is." He pointed out coolly. "How many blood packs did you steal for this little endeavour of yours?"

"I know it looks bad..."

"Understatement of the century" Rosa remarked. " Running out on your wife is one thing, but abandoning your own son," at this the doctors head lowered in shame, and stealing vital medical supplies? Well, there's a word I'd use but I'm on duty."

"He's better off without me." Rex murmured as he was escorted around the building. "I'm a..." He started to say before cutting himself off. "Doesn't matter." He said shaking his head. "It's what I deserve."

Six said nothing as he escorted him around the building and towards the Charger so that he could call for a patrol car. He was hiding something, that much was clear. Judging from his tone and body langue, he was clearly hiding something. No one just faked their death on a whim and without a good reason. However, he had picked up on one thing. The man was ashamed.

Ashamed of what, he wasn't sure...at least not yet. Whatever it was it had to be big. Why else would he willingly give up everything he worked for and fake his death? Was someone threatening him, and he felt that this was the only option that he had left? Had he fallen in love with another woman...or maybe he had come to realization that he was a homosexual and because of this felt that he was less of a man?

He would not be the first nor would he be the last to share that mindset. Even so, was it worth forsaking your entire life because you were worried about what people thought about you? It was the twenty-first century. Societal attitudes towards homosexuality had changed drastically over the last few decades and while it would take centuries to root out prejudice, it was nowhere near as bad as it used to be.

But he digressed.

Hopefully a ride in the patrol car would loosen his tongue.

After waiting for the patrol car to arrive to transport that doctor back to the station, Jericho and Rosa were once again back in the Charger and heading back across the city and towards the Ninety-Ninth precinct to follow up on the final stretch of the case.

"You know you could've warned me." Rosa commented drawing the Spartans attention who glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "About jumping off the fire escape." She clarified for him when he said nothing.

"Didn't want to risk losing him." Six answered causally.

"From that height you could've broken your legs." She pointed out as he looked over the brim of her glasses at him. "You got a death wish or something?"

"I calculated the jump." Six shot back. Of course, he was lying, he did no such thing. Another of the benefits of Project: CHRYSANTHEMUM was the fact that his Skeleton became virtually unbreakable, allowing him to survive impacts that would've killed a normal man. That didn't mean that if he jumped off a hundred story building and live to tell the tale. He was a super soldier, not superman.

"Still pretty ballsey."

"It all worked out."

"I guess." Rosa concurred, guessing that he had a point. "Still," A smirk formed. "Ted's heart is gonna break when he gets home."

"I'll pay for the damages."

"Just get the NYPD to pay for it."

"The NYPD didn't break his door down," Six informed her. "I did."

"Yeah, but you were on duty."

"Irrelevant."

"Everyone else does."

"I'm not everyone else."

"Jesus, do you take everything so seriously?"

"Yes." Six answered making her roll her eyes. It really was like talking to a white, jacked Captain Holt. The two even used the exact same tone...again, she wouldn't have been surprised if the two came out that they were actually father and son. "Thoughts?"

"Hmmm?"

"On the doctor." Jericho pressed as he drove across the Big Apple.

"What's there to think about?" Rosa questioned. "We got him dead to rights. All we've got to do is fill out the paperwork when we get back then he's the D. A's. Why?"

"Something doesn't add up."

"You're looking for something that isn't there. You don't need some malicious reason to do the crap that he did. If anything, he was thinking with his dick when he decided to fake his death...

"You're alluding to the notion that he was libidinous at the time?"

"...what?"

"Horny."

"Oh, yeah." Rosa confirmed with a nod. Seriously, why didn't he just say that. Jericho said nothing else on the matter as he focused on the road. "I'm guessing that you think differently?"

"He is better off without me." Jericho repeated the doctors' words. "Those were his words. Why? Why is he better off without him?" He asked as his mind when a mile a minute, and that wasn't an exaggeration. Spartans' minds acted more like supercomputers compared to regular humans. "A severe lack of confidence, perhaps? Did a patient die on his watch?"

"I dunno." Rosa admitted as she began to ponder his words. "But that doesn't excuse wasting Police resources on this wild goose chase of his."

"Agreed." Six concurred with his partner. "Let's hope he'll be a little more forthcoming when we're back at the station."

"Good luck with that." Rosa snorted, highly doubting that the doctor would cooperate with them. He had barely said a word to them as they waited for the patrol car to arrive when all they were trying to do was help him. You ask her, he was a selfish sonofabitch that was a few days away from walking out on his own flesh and blood. People like that were the lowest of the low, and she had no probably with kicking him in the balls to ensure that he couldn't breed again...

And she didn't want to hear anything about "Stop it! That's Police brutality! I'm reporting you! You'll lose your badge for this!"

After another thirty-minutes of driving across the city, Jericho and Rosa finally crossed the bridge to Brooklyn and arrived back at the station. Driving back into the parking lot, Six parked alongside the Sergeant's minivan which now sported a crudely drawn penis on the side making Rosa laugh. Switching the engine off, the two climbed out of the Charger allowing the Spartan to lock it.

"Looks like Jake had fun." Rosa said with a grin as she stared at the penis on the side of Terry's minivan; to be honest she was surprised that Sarge hadn't dragged Jake out to the parking lot to clean it off...or maybe he hadn't told Terry yet.

Six said nothing as he locked the Charger. As soon as it was locked the two of them left the parking lot and back onto the street. Walking around the corner, he noticed a black SUV that was parked in the road holding up the bulk of the traffic making him frown. Ignoring it seeing as he had more pressing matters to attend to, the two detectives walked into the precinct to see that it was filled with people.

Heading into the elevator, Six pressed the button making the door close. As the door sealed shut, the elevator rumbled as it started moving up towards the fourth floor and within ten seconds, they reached the destination as the door opened up and they both stepped out to see that the bullpen, like the rest of the station, was overcrowded. Curiously, none of the detectives were at their desks, not even the Sergeant.

Having said that, standing off at the side was a uniformed officer that had his back turned to him preventing him from seeing who it was, and sitting at Peralta's desk was a young man that looked to be in his mid-teens looking incredibly bored; and considering that Peralta was working on the vandalism case it was a possibly that the young man was the tagger.

"Deputy Commissioner." Six heard Peralta greet the man as he stepped out of the meeting room along with the Sergeant and Hitchcock, the latter walking around the desks and as far away from the Deputy Commissioner as they could.

"Where's my son?" Six heard as he stepped out of the elevator along with Rosa, although his eyes were fixated on Deputy Commissioner Podolski, a man who had come to his attention more than once. Not only as Spartan, but as a cop too.

"I'm getting a coffee, you want one?" Rosa offered stopping his train of thought.

"No, thanks." Six declined politely getting a shrug from from Rosa as she opened the gate and headed into the bullpen followed by Six who glanced over at where Peralta was speaking to Podolski, the latter looking extremely uncomfortable.

"He is at my desk enjoying a nice glass of bubbly water and some chocolates I was saving fir a special occasion." Six heard Jake say from across the room thanks to his augmented ears, just as Santiago walked out of the meeting room, along with Boyle who strangely was rolling himself out on his chair rather than walking, a defeated look written across his face.

"Hey, Peralta, when you're done, can you help me wrap up this massive cocaine bust I just pulled off...thanks." Santiago asked Peralta, clearly trying to get under his skin and boast to Podolski, guess the note in her file about being an overachiever was not an exaggeration on Dot's part. "Oh, Deputy Commissioner, didn't see you there. Sorry for interrupting...Amy Santiago."

Six deciding to ignore her bluster and headed into the bullpen just as Podolski walked away from the detectives and over to Peralta's desk where the young man was sitting,

"Trevor, what did you do this time?"

"Nothing!" The young man, whom he now knew as Trevor swore as he got up out of his seat.

"There you have it. He said that he did nothing." Podolski stated, satisfied with Trevor's answer.

"So I caught him red-handed doing nothing?"

"I'm saying it's a possibility that you made a mistake." The Spartan didn't miss the not so hidden threat in his tone making him narrow his eyes. The man was corrupt. His file had crossed his desk a few times, but he had more pressing matters to attend to; seems times had changed.

"Normally I would agree with you, but I've been pretty detail-oriented the last few hours." Peralta stood his ground; he could respect that. Seemed whatever had occurred in the last few hours had a profound effect on him. That, or when he wasn't showing off and trying to be the centre of attention he was actually dedicated to his job.

"You might not understand, but Trevor is a special kid." Podolski informed Peralta getting a smile from Trevor. "He makes straight A's. He's going to Duke next year. Lacrosse scholarship."

"Oh."

"Sometimes, boys just need to be boys."

"You do realize that he did thousands of dollars of property damage, though...to Police vehicles." Peralta pointed out, refusing to back down.

"I think we can all agree that I'm ordering you to let this slide because nothing happened. This is officially out of your hands." Podolski informed him looking incredibly smug, a sentiment that his son shared judging by the smug grin.

"Is there a problem here?" Six finally intervened as he came up and stood next to Peralta who looked grateful for the assistance.

"Not at all." The deputy Commissioner claimed as he looked up at Jericho. "We were just leaving. Let's go, Trevor." He said as he went to walk away only to stopped as Six physically stopped him by putting his hand on his chest.

"You'll stay exactly where you are." His voice became cold and calculating as he stared Podolski dead in the eyes, then turned his attention to his son. "And you can sit back down, Mr Podolski."

"You can't tell me what..."

"I said sit, Mr Podolski." Six repeated firmly, the tone brokering no room for arguments as the room suddenly fell silent as every cop and detective in the room stopped what they were doing to see what was happening.

"Yes, sir." Trevor gulped as he dropped into the chair right away. Meanwhile, Jake couldn't stop his smile from growing upon seeing how quickly Jericho put the kid in his place.

"You've just washed your entire career down the drain, Detective..." Podolski began to threaten Six who looked thoroughly unfazed as the rest of the room stared at him.

"Reach." Whatever braggadocio Podolski had soon vanished as he revealed his name. "And you would not be the first superior officer to threaten me, Deputy Commissioner." Even addressing him by his proper title sounded like an insult. "Although, if you would indulge me for a second," He continued as everyone else watched in silence, even Captain Holt who was standing in the doorway to his office.

"I'm curious what Internal Affairs would have to say about you ordering Detective Peralta to drop his case." He asked rhetorically as murmurs went around the room making Podolski grit his teeth. "I think we can all agree that I'm ordering you to let this slide because nothing happened. This is officially out of your hands. Those were your words," He turned to Jake. "Correct, Peralta?"

"Word for word, actually." Jake replied, surprised that Jericho had managed to hear all that while everyone else had been talking at the time.

"And you stated that Mr Podolski here," Six gestured to where Trevor was sitting who was suddenly self-conscious as everyone looked at him. "Has caused thousands of dollars in property damage?" He asked rhetorically as he stared at the young man, greatly unnerving him. "Which means one of two things. One, which is a little far-fetched, you've had a productive morning."

There were a few chuckles at this as the cops and detectives struggled to hold back their laughs.

"Two, and the most plausible, you've been doing this for a while." Six remarked as he eyed the young man who avoided his gaze and looked in every direction but his. "And I'd wager this is not the first time you've come to bail him out." He continued bringing his attention back to the Deputy Commissioner who was glaring bloody murder at the Spartan-III commando. "And judging by your reaction, well...actions speak louder than words."

"You're going to regret this, Reach." Podolski threatened him nodding his head with visible anger. "You've just made a very powerful enemy; I'm going to make your life miserable."

"As I said, you're not the first superior officer to threaten me." Six responded casually. "But just between us, I'd be more concerned about Internal Affairs. I'm sure they'd be interested to hear how you meddled in an ongoing investigation." He informed; his tone as cold as ice that sent shivers down everyone's spine. "Along with the other felonies I'm sure you've committed."

"Once we're done here, I'll begin my own investigation and believe me it will be meticulous," Six informed him making Podolski jaw tighten as he glared maliciously at the Spartan; meanwhile Amy suddenly looked very interested. "I'll even add coloured tabs to differentiate the severity of each of your crimes."

"Ooooh, Mama." Amy whispered erotically, lust in her eyes at the mere mention of using coloured tabs in his report as she nibbled her lip.

"Keep it in your pants, Santiago." Rosa said as she sipped on her coffee enjoying the show.

"If that's everything, sir." Six said addressing the Deputy Commissioner who looked like he wanted to kill him right then and there. Glaring at him for a few seconds, Podolski bushed past him and left without a word.

"Dad, where are you going?" Trevor called out to his father who refused to answer as he stormed out the bullpen. "Dad?!"

"Damn, son!" Jake grinned like a madman after watching the entire display.

"I assume you can handle things from here?" Six asked Jake as he turned to him after watching Podolski leave.

"Yeah, sure, no problemo!"

"Reach!" The stern authoritative voice of Captain Holt cut through the room drawing everyone's attention. "A word in my office, please." He commanded before turning around and disappeared back into his office.

Tugging at his vest to remove any of the creases that might have formed, Six without a word left Jake and walked across the bullpen and headed into Captain Holt's office leaving the rest of the squad to mingle.

"What a hunk." Charlene said aloud as she stood next to Gina as they both eyed Jericho like he was a piece of meat as he walked past them and headed into Holt's office. "I wouldn't mind being interrogated by him."

"Get in line, girl." Gina told her. "I've already got dibs on him." She giggled mischievously as a few ideas popped into her head. Oh, she was going to have so much fun with the new hunky, and sexy, detective. Mmmm, the things that she would let him do to her...after she had broken him down of course.

"Do...you think that Jericho might want some help with his investigation?" Amy asked Rosa, the latter sipping on her coffee and rolling her eyes.

"Only you would get aroused at the mention of tabs." Rosa snorted as Amy blushed.

"I'm not aroused." Amy hissed at her, her cheeks pink. "I'm just trying to be helpful is all." She insisted getting a sceptical look from Rosa. "And just for your information, they're not just tabs...but coloured tabs."

"Right," Rosa drawled rolling her eyes. "Glad you clear that up."

"You're welcome." Amy said, oblivious to the fact that Rosa was being sarcastic.

"Changing the subject..."

"We don't have too."

"Why is Charles rolling around in his chair?"

"No idea." Amy admitted, disappointed that they had gone off the subject of tabs. "He hasn't gotten out of it ever since we got back from the dealers apartment."

"How did that go?" Rosa asked curiously considering that it had been her case until she had been assigned to work with Jericho.

For a second time that day, Six was back in the captains office, however this time he suspected that it would not be quiet as pleasant as it had been a few hours ago considering the display that he had just put on for the entire fourth floor,

"Am I in trouble, Captain?" Six asked bluntly, seeing no refuse to beat around the bush.

"Why would you be in trouble?" Holt questioned as he walked around the table and took a seat, an action that Six copied. "The Deputy Commissioner attempted to meddle in the case and get Peralta to drop the charges. You did the right thing." He congratulated, and when Six said nothing he continued. "But that's not why I called you in here." He explained. "Fill me in on the George Street Depo Case."

"Still ongoing, sir."

"I was under the impression that Doctor Van De Kamp had confessed."

"Partially."

"Elaborate."

"While he admitted he attempted Pseudocide, as well as wasting Police resources and stealing several blood packs from his place or work...the purpose of the offence is still an enigma." Six explained getting a nod from his superior officer.

"If he has confessed to the crime why waste time probing him further?"

"Because the motive behind the crime makes no sense." Six answered truthfully. " The man clearly loves his son, yet he tried to fake his death and instead of dropping of the grid he hides out at a friend's home? Clearly not much thought was put into it...

"Sounds like the actions of a desperate man." Holt remarked getting a nod from Jericho. "You believe that he's being threatened?"

"I believe it's plausible." Six responded. "I would like to question him further before making any hasty assumptions."

"Very well," Holt agreed to his request. "We'll have Doctor Van De Kamp moved to the interrogation room."

"Thank you, sir."

"Dismissed."

Climbing out of his seat, Six left without a word and headed off to collect Rosa so that they could question the doctor for a final time, hopefully this time convincing him to reveal the real reason why he had faked his death and runout on his wife and son.

And cut! Well, here is the next chapter to The Demon of the Nine-Nine and the end of the first episode. Now I know what you're all thinking...but Six and Rosa haven't questioned the doctor yet? Well, I'll write that scene in a flashback in the next chapter. It's a short scene anyway and the only reason I didn't include it in this chapter is because I'm working over the weekend meaning that I wouldn't be able to upload this chapter until next week if I write it for in this chapter.

Not much else to say, other than I hoped you all enjoyed it and let me know what you think.