The Demon Of The Nine-Nine

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Chapter 9.

It had been five days since Detective Jericho Reach had been transferred to the Ninety-Ninth precinct in Brooklyn at the behest of Captain Raymond Holt, and the newest member had settled in nicely. Ignoring the incident with the Deputy Commissioner and his son, the rest of the week had been uneventful. Mostly, he had been getting to know the rest of the squad on a professional level and simply did his job, nothing more and nothing left.

Currently, it was nearing the end of the day, and everybody was getting ready to leave after a long week and make the most out of their weekend...almost everyone.

Still sitting at his desk, Jericho typed away on the keyboard, his fingers becoming blurs, as he filled in the paperwork, making sure to be meticulous knowing first-hand that details were crucial if the charges of Domestic Abuse were going to stick. It had taken awhile, but eventually he and Rosa, whom he had worked most of his cases with in his first week, had managed to convince the victim to testify against his wife who had been beating him for several years now.

It was a crime that should have been resolved the moment that it had started. There were a few key factors why it had continued as long as it had. First and foremost, the victim was ashamed. Secondly, often cases of male domestic abuse were often dismissed due to the stigma that a man hitting a woman and a woman hitting a man were fundamentally different, a notion that he found hypocritical.

As he filled out the paperwork, his mind drifted back to his first day and how they had finally gotten a confession from Doctor Van De Kamp after a little persuasion earlier that week.

(Flashback)

Stepping into the interrogation room after collecting Rosa, Six walked over to the table and pulled the seat out, the legs screeching as they scraped along the floor, and sat down opposite Doctor Van De Kamp. Meanwhile, Rosa went and stood over by the mirror on the back wall and folded her arms over her chest and stared coolly at the man that had tried to walk out on his family; but continued to act professionally.

"Doctor Van De Kamp." Six greeted affably as he sat down in the chair. "I trust the journey here was not too strenuous for you?"

"I've already confessed to the crimes." Rex retorted as he stared at the muscular detective who even when sitting down towered over him. "What more do you want from me?"

"The truth."

"Truth? I've told you the truth." The doctor stressed out. "I've admitted to stealing the blood packs from work, and wasting police time..."

"But not why you committed the crimes." The detective cut him off. "I fail to understand the causation of you destroying your entire life in a single night. Clearly your attempt at pseudocide was an impulsive decision."

"No comment."

"Were you threatened?" Six quizzed the man.

"No."

"So, your decision to throw your life away was of your own fruition?" Six pressed on hoping to get something, anything out of the man.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?" The doctor shot back in anger. "People do stupid things all the time. What, you think just because I'm a doctor that I'm infallible?"

"What about your son?" Six asked and watched as the doctor's jaw twitched slightly and heard him gulp, a clear sign that he was nervous, and if he was nervous then clearly he was hiding something.

"He's..."

"Better off without you. Yes, you said before...but why?"

"No comment."

"I sure hope she was worth it." Rosa remarked, speaking up for the first time since they had entered the room.

"What?"

"Your bit on the side." Rosa bluntly stated getting an offended look from the doctor. "She must be good if you're willing to walk out on your own kid just to get some."

"No," Rex whispered under his breath, which Six heard perfectly. "It's not like that."

"Then what is it like?" Six prodded further hoping to get something out of him. When he refused to elaborate, he continued. "Doctor, unless you speak to us, we can't help you."

"I'm beyond helping."

"Why?"

"No comment."

"Very well," Six sighed as he got up from his seat and looked over at Rosa. "Detective Diaz, would you mind staying here why I go and contact Mrs Van De Kamp and ask her to collect her son and bring him to the station?"

"What?" Rex spluttered as Six got up from his seat, tugging at his shirt to smooth out the creases that had formed.

"Sure thing." Rosa nodded as Six pushed the chair back under the table and headed over to the door.

"You can't bring Andrew here!" Rex cried out jumped up from his seat only to forget that he was still cuffed to the table and slammed into it winding him. "Please, I'm begging you."

"I believe his father should be the one to tell him what's happening rather than a complete stranger, don't you?" Six commented as he walked over to the door.

"I don't want Andrew here, do you understand?!" The doctor told him sharply. "I don't want my son to see me in this place."

"Bit late for the whole concerned father act." Rosa drawled rolling her eyes.

"It's not an act, Detective!" Rex snapped angrily at Rosa. "I love my son."

"Oh, I sure." Rosa snarked back. "And walking out on him was what...an act of affection?" She asked sarcastically.

"He's better off without me." He murmured; his tone defeated as he looked away from Rosa. His head suddenly snapped up when he heard a series of hard knocks on the mettle to door. "W-what're are you doing?" He questioned Six as he knocked on the door. Seconds later the door opened.

"I'll be back shortly." Six informed his partner getting a nod from her as the door was opened by the uniformed officer. Giving his thanks to officer, he went to leave the room but before he could get far...

"I LIKE TO BE DOMINATED!"

A deafening silence filled the room as the three officers stopped and stared at the doctor who paled considerably upon realizing what he screamed out. The uniformed officer had to bite his cheek to stop himself from laughing. Rosa managed to keep her composure, but there was a visible smirk that refused to leave as well as a twinkle in her eye.

"I appreciate your candour." Six stated earnestly, curious as to why he would wish to share that with three strangers. "I shouldn't be long." He said and tried to leave the room for a second time.

"No!" Rex cried out, his voice trembling as he apparently swallowed his pride, or perhaps shame would be more appropriate. "I tried to fake my death because I like to be dominated." He explained reluctantly.

"I see." The Spartan hummed. "That will be all, Officer Lopez." He thanked the young officer who looked thankful that he had been dismissed as he struggled to hold back his laugh and quickly left the room, shutting the door behind him as Six walked back over to the table and sat down in the chair, this time Rosa coming over to join him.

"What does your fetishism have to do with your attempt at pseudocide?" Six questioned as he sat down in front of the doctor.

"My what?" Rex questioned perplexed.

"Your kinks." Rosa clarified for the doctor crossing her arms.

"Because I'm a freak, that's why!" Rex elucidated for them both as he looked back down at the table ashamed of himself. "I...pay women to dominate me. To engage in things that my wife would never accept and with good reason."

"Rather unconscionable, don't you think?"

"I...what?"

"And you felt you needed to fake your death because what...you like whips and chains?" Rosa interrogated somewhat bluntly, ignoring his previous question and she probed further.

"I wouldn't expect you to understand, detective."

"Not much to understand." Rosa shrugged nonchalantly. "You enjoy a little bit of sadomasochism in your spare time." Again, she shrugged her shoulders. "Still not getting why you decided to fake your death because of that."

"Because I meant to be a man, the alpha male." He told her getting a silent snort from Rosa. "Instead...I'm a Beta." He murmured making Rosa's lips twitch slightly. "I'm unworthy to raise my son."

A strong thump on the arm pulled the Spartan from his thoughts regarding the conclusion of his first case for the Nine-Nine, one that had to be one of if not the most outlandish cases of his entire police career. Scratch that, of his entire life...quite the accomplishment considering that he was a super soldier from the twenty-sixth century that had been flung back in time and was now a detective and CEO of Noble Industries.

Looking to see who it was that punched him, even if he already had a pretty good idea, he looked up from his computer screen to see Rosa standing next to him with her arms folded over her chest, and the same deadpan expression plastered across her face.

"Can I help you, Rosalita?" He questioned, taking no small amount of pleasure when he saw her nose scrunch and her eyes narrowed when he referred to her by her actual name rather than bastardised version of it.

"Stop calling me that." Rosa hissed at him, thankful the others were out of earshot. She was still pissed that he had managed to learn so much about her compared to the rest of the squad, even Jake who she had known for years, scarcely knew anything about her personal life. "Nobody calls me that." She grumbled at him as she sat down on the side of his desk.

"Untrue." Six disagreed leaning back in his seat. "I've called you Rosalita numerous times this week..."

"Don't remind me." Rosa said through gritted teeth, letting her displeasure be known.

"As I'm sure Oscar has too." Six continued making a pit form in Rosa's stomach at the mere mention of her father's name.

"H-how?" Rosa asked slowly. Seriously, where the hell was he getting his information.

"So, what did you want anyway?" Six asked moving the conversation along much to Rosa's annoyance, which in all honesty he found more amusing than anything else. "Or do you punch everybody?"

"Only those that annoy me."

"Everyone then? Noted." Six nodded getting a smirk from her as he returned to finishing his paperwork.

"You never answered my question, smartass." Rosa commented as she watched as he returned to filling out his paperwork, completely bypassing her question.

"Very observant." Jericho retorted as he stared at the computer screen. "Ever thought of being a detective?" He asked getting a slight smile from her, though she would vehemently deny such an accusation.

"Once or twice." She played along as she watched as he continued to work rather shutting down and getting ready to leave like the rest of the squad.

"Hmmm." He hummed as he dragged the cursor and printed out the documentation for the captain. "It was nothing." He informed her as he got up out of his seat. "Just thinking..."

"Explains the pained look I saw." Rosa smirked at him as he got up from his seat. "Must have been quite the strain."

"Which is why I don't do it too often." Six told her before walking away missing the smile that she tried, and failed, to hold back as he headed across the room and over to where the printer was located and waited as it, like the name implied, printed his documentation.

Crossing his arms over his chest as he waited patiently for the machine to do its intended purpose, he sighed at how slow it was. Even a decade of using such an archaic piece of technology it astonished him how mankind ever managed to accomplish anything with how time consuming the printer was. Truly, it would have been much quicker to simply write the documentation by hand.

Truth be told he was almost tempted to mass produce Data Pads and ship them worldwide so that he could simply transfer the files to whomever needed them such as Captain Holt, Sergeant Jeffords, or the District Attorney. That being said, there were certainly benefits of creating physical copies making stealing it impossible when compared to digital copies that could be stolen at any time by hackers.

"Any plans for the weekend, Jericho?" A friendly voice asked stopping his train of thought. Turning to the source of the voice, he saw Scully walking over to him accompanied by Hitchcock. Ignoring the fact that he had already glanced over their dossier, over the course of the week he had picked up that the two were as thick as thieves; ironic considering that they were both cops.

"Not at the minute." Six answered, seeing no reason to lie to the man, as the printer spat out a sheet of paper then began printing another.

"If the weathers nice me and Kelly are going to hit the park, make a day of it." Scully smiled brightly, happy to talk about his plans." She just adores the park, although she can be a real handful a times, especially if there are people around."

"Kelly?" Six asked as he turned to look at him. He had mentioned the name before but never to him.

"Yeah, she's my best friend." Scully smiled.

"I thought Hitchcock was?"

"Oh, he is, but so is Kelly. She's been my rock over the last few years." Scully confirmed with a smile. "I mean I love being a cop, but nothing makes me happier than getting home after a long day and snuggling with her on the couch and watching our favourite shows together; and the faces she makes whenever she's hungry, it makes me laugh every time." He chuckled shaking his head and walked away leaving the Spartan with more questions than ever.

"Wait...is Kelly a woman or a pet?"

Shaking his head seeing as how it had nothing to do with him, Six grabbed the documentation from the printer and headed back to his desk where he saw Jake, Amy, Rosa and Charles deep in conversation. Although, he did notice that Charles was standing a lot closer to Rosa than the other two. Not surprising considering that it was no secret that Charles was infatuated with her.

"Jericho, Jericho, Jerry-co!" Jake practically sang out as the Spartan reached his desk. "It's Friday night and you know what that means?" He said with a grin that threatened to split his face. "Hmmm, hmmm?"

"Two days until work resumes?"

"I know, two days just isn't enough." Jake chuckled, wholeheartedly agreeing with the squad's newest member. "Which is why tonight we're taking you to the best bar in the city."

"Maybe another time..." Six tried to decline politely.

"You know, if I didn't know any better..."

"You don't." Six cut Rosa off as he placed the documents into the folder.

"It almost sounds like your scared." Rosa smirked, pretending that she hadn't been interrupted. "What's wrong? Worried that you're gonna make an ass of yourself in front of us?" She asked leaning in closer grinning at her partner hoping to get a reaction out of him. "I don't think that you can handle your drink."

"I best not come then..."

"Title of your sex tape?" Jake interrupted grinning like a loon as the others sighed, shaking their heads at his antics, which by point had become predicable.

"You haven't got to feel embarrassed, Jericho. Amy can't handle her drink either." Charles brought up casually getting a glare from Amy.

"What?! Yes, I can!" Amy grumbled at him but faltered when everyone, barring Jericho, looked at her. "...sometimes."

"Not tonight."

"Do you want me to beg?" Jake asked him. "Because I will...is that what you want to see?"

"I think you make a good beggar, Jake. Actually, I take it back, you'd be a great beggar."

"Ah, thanks Charles." Jake grinned getting a thumbs up from his friend. "And it's true, I would be a great beggar with these peepers." He agreed completely making the others roll their eyes before he looked back at Jericho. "So, what do you say?"

"No."

"Oh, c'mon!" Jake cried out. Seriously, he was offering him a grape...or was it olive, he supposed it didn't matter, at the end of the day he was offering him a branch and he refused to take it. "It's going to be great, just the five of us..."

"The six of us." A voice giggled behind the Spartan putting him on edge knowing exactly whom it was and before he could react two hands snaked around his shoulders and began massaging them. "What Jake is trying to say is that we go to the bar to unwind after a long week...and you definitely need to relax. God, you're so tense." She remarked as she dug her thumbs in and began working on his joints getting envious looks from Rosa and Amy, though the former hid it better. "You know I could help with that."

"I'm fine." Six kindly declined as he removed Gina's hands and got up from his seat.

"That you are." Gina flirted shamelessly making the others roll their eyes.

"If you'll excuse me." Six said grabbing the folder from his desk and left the others to mingle, or whatever it was that they were doing, and walked towards the captain's office to hand over the documentations to Captain Holt. To be perfectly candid, Gina confused him. All week she had been touching him whenever she could, sitting incredibly close to him despite the fact that she had her own desk, and giggling.

Giggling about what, he had no idea. Personally, he found the noise ridiculous, not Gina's but rather the action in of itself. It was annoying, high-pitched, and served no purpose whatsoever. Maybe it was a twenty-first century thing. That or it was yet another human trait he didn't, nor would he ever understand.

But he digressed.

Reaching the captains office, he saw Holt filling out his own paperwork. Deeming it rude to simply walk in uninvited, he knocked on the glass to get his attention making the captain look up to see him standing there.

"Detective." Holt voiced as he looked up to see Jericho standing in the doorway rather than simply entering like rest of the squad, Peralta and Santiago in particular, would have done. "Can I help you?" He asked as he invited him into his office.

"Paperwork for the Peters case." Six said simply as he handed the folder over to the captain who took it and began reading through it. "Providing that the victim does not withdraw his attestation, we should be able to get a conviction."

"You think he will?" Holt asked looking up from the paperwork.

"Possibly." Six confessed pondering his words in his mind's eye.

"Explain." Holt commanded leaning back in his chair and placed his hands together, interlocking his fingers as he waited for Jericho to explicate.

"His reasonings for allowing the abuse to continue were most illogical." Six answered stoically, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts as the two stone-faced men stared at each other.

"How so?"

"The victim was ashamed, for obvious reasons." Six stated, repeating what he had thought to himself during his monologue. "Yet it was clear that he still adored her despite the maltreatment, insisting that he loved her." He informed him getting a small nod from Holt as he listened.

"Love is illogical." Holt voiced, pausing as he considered his words. "It cannot be premeditated..."

"Then it is fatuous."

"You don't believe in love?"

"No." Six told him candidly. "It is a foolish emotion that has been used to justify atrocities across human history. One that is easy to manipulate."

"Many would disagree." Holt remarked as he looked at Jericho.

"Not surprising," Six stated calmly. "Humans often fight against their nature, against the inevitable..."

"You believe that it's our nature to hate one another?" Holt asked him, inwardly frowning when Jericho nodded.

"Humans hate what they don't understand." Six shrugged nonchalantly. "Execrate those that do not conform to their ideals..."

"I have noticed that you refer to humans in third person." Holt brought up cutting Jericho off. "Do you not see yourself as human, Reach?" He questioned with interest, curious of his response despite already knowing the answer from his psychological evaluation.

"It appears that I have gotten us off-track." Jericho responded after a small pause, confirming to Holt that he was correct about him not seeing himself as human, something that saddened him; however, he did not let it show.

"Not at all." Holt disagreed. "I have found it quite informative."

"I will not disturb you any longer." Six stated bringing the conversation to an end. "Have a productive weekend, sir."

"Thank you, and you as well." Holt returned with a small nod as Six turned around and left the office. Stepping back into the bullpen, he saw that Jake, Amy, Rosa, Gina, and Charles were still mingling. How could people that had been working with each other for the last nine hours still have more to say? Again, perhaps it was just another human characteristic that eluded him.

"Jericho!" A voice called out to him stopping his train of thought regarding the rest of the squad. Turning to the source of the voice, he saw the sergeant heading over to him. "Have you got a minute?"

"Of course, sir." The Spartan in him answered his superior officer automatically, mentally restraining himself from saluting the sergeant.

"You know you really don't have to keep calling me sir." Terry smiled at the super solider as he walked over to him. "Terry is fine."

"Damn right you are, Ter-bear!" Gina agreed wholeheartedly making Terry sigh, although by now he was used to it.

"Can I help you, Sir?" Six decided to steer the conversation along.

"Could we speak in the breakroom?" Terry asked thumbing over to said room. Getting a nod from Jericho, the two headed into the breakroom leaving the others to speculate what was going on. Once inside, Terry shut the door behind them so they could have a little bit of privacy.

"Am I in trouble?" Six asked bluntly, standing to attention.

"What? No, of course not. I was just hoping to speak to you alone was all." Terry explained. "I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow?"

"None presently."

"Great!" Terry smiled, something that Six noticed the man did constantly. "I know you've only just started working here but could I ask a favour of you?" He asked and when he got a nod he dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "A year ago, my wife gave birth to two baby girls, Cagney and Lacy." He said as he opened his wallet and showed him the picture inside.

"You look very happy." Six commented as he stared at the picture. The photograph being of the sarge sitting on the edge of a hospital bed holding a new-born next to a woman, who he assumed to be his wife, who looked exhausted but smiled radiantly as she held an identical baby girl as they stared at whoever was taking the photo.

For a moment the family was replaced with one he recognised, one that haunting him for twenty-five years. He knew the man's face; he saw it every day in the mirror only it was much happier. The woman was beautiful in an unpretentious way, they shared the same blue eyes only hers were filled with happiness and love; and finally, there was the boy who was a perfect blend of both and smiled brightly not having a worry or care in the world.

He quickly erased the image from his mind. That boy and the good man he might have grown into had died alongside his parents on Jericho VII. He was a Spartan-III Commando, an expendable super soldier. His purpose was to protect humanity...whatever the cost.

"Yeah, they're my little bundles of joy." Terry laughed pulling Six from his thoughts or brooding as a certain A.I would claim. "I couldn't be happier." He added as he closed his wallet and placed it back into his pocket. "Between work and helping Sharon raise the girls my social life has become nonexistence, as has my workout regime."

Six simply looked Terry up and down, clearly sceptical that he had slacked on his physical training; the man could easily give a Spartan a run for their money. Naturally Spartans were stronger and faster than him, but appearance wise he could have easily been mistaken for a super soldier if he was born in the twenty-sixth century.

"Would you mind helping me out?" Terry asked Jericho, mentally crossing his fingers that he would agree.

"Helping you out?" Six repeated.

"I need someone to help me get back into the swing of things and, well to be frank you're the only person on the squad that clearly works out." Terry remarked gesturing to Jericho's muscular build. "I was hoping that you would help me get back into the game...if you get my meaning." He said and felt a little anxious when Jericho simply stared at him.

Truth be told he wanted to get to know Jericho a little better. He was an exceptional detective; his work ethic was unlike anything he had even seen before. He had only been at the Nine-Nine for a week and already closed numerous cold cases that had been left unsolved for years; he was a great addition to the squad. That being said, Jericho was a broken man.

Whenever Jericho thought nobody was looking, he released the stern emotionless visage that he had perfected over the years and revealed the sad, broken man that he tried desperately to hide from the world. However, after reading his file and psychological evaluation's he could understand why.

Watching his parents murdered in front of him as a child, thrown from orphanage to orphanage for having a temper, something he had a hard time believing though age had probably tempered that rage, and fighting with the other children. When he was eighteen, he joined the military where much like a cop he excelled in quickly moving up the ranks and served for five years.

Eventually he was transferred to an elite task force known as Noble Team. The team was wiped out leaving Jericho as the sole survivor and gained PTSD as a result. He was honourably discharged from the military and returned to civilian life. No friends, no family...he couldn't imagine what that was like; and from what he had seen the last ten years had done little to improve that aspect of his life.

Which was why he wanted to get to know Jericho a little better, get him to interact with the team and eventually open up rather than shutting himself off and keeping the squad, hell just people in general, at arm's reach.

"Sure." Jericho's voice pulled Terry from his thoughts regarding his newest detective.

"That's great!" Terry laughed punching his fist into his palm. "I really owe you one, Jericho."

"What time?"

"Errr, what time suits you?" Terry asked enthusiastically.

"Depends how serious you are?"

"Oh, Terry takes his workout as serious as a heart attack." Terry flung back boisterously getting a raised brow from Jericho. "I can't wait." he grinned.

"You won't be saying that tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"If you're serious about this then we do it my way." Six said seriously. There was only one way he knew how to train and that was the Spartan way...the Mendez way. The training that had turned undisciplined and lazy children into the finest warriors that humanity had ever produced. "0500 hours fine with you?"

"Sure!" Terry told him as he became more and more intrigued wondering what he had planned for them. "Where do you want to meet?"

"I'll meet you outside your house."

"Hey, no complaints from me." Terry remarked as he gave him the address to his home. Jericho seemed trustworthy and unlike a few others he knew he didn't have to worry about him coming around uninvited. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow bright and early." He said getting a nod from the scar-faced detective.

"Will do. See you then." Six said as he turned around and headed towards the door. Opening it he heard scurrying outside and saw Peralta staring up at the ceiling apparently looking for something.

"Yep!" Jake announced popping the P. "There is definitely a draft coming from those cracks. We need to get those filled as soon as...oh, hey Jericho, there you are!" He laughed feigning innocence. "So, ready to get going?"

"Yes."

"Wait, really?" Jake grinned brightly. "You're coming? Title of your sex tape?" He said automatically not manging to stop himself.

"No."

"But you just..."

"As in I'm going home." Six clarified for the impulsive detective as he walked past him and back towards his desk where he noticed the others were still gathered around.

"Fine," Jake sighed taking a deep breath. "If you won't come willingly...I'LL FORCE YOU TOO!" He screamed out as he ran after Jericho and leapt onto his back to hoping to convince him otherwise. His impulsive decision didn't go quiet as planned as Jericho simply continued walking towards his desk despite Jake clinging on to him. "Do I even weigh anything to you?"

"No." Six answered as the others laughed, giggled, and smirked at the sight of the massive detective walking around with Jake on his back. Stopping in front of his desk, he leaned over and logged himself out of his computer. "See you all Monday." He said casually before glancing over his shoulder. "Are you going to get off?"

"Not until you agree to come drinking with us!" He was persistent, Six would give him that...annoyingly so.

"Not tonight." Six declined once more even if he knew it would fall on deaf ears.

"Why not?!" Jake complained, although it sounded distinctly like a whine if you were to ask the Spartan.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to, Jericho." Amy told him.

"Title..."

"Shut up Peralta!" Amy hissed at him before looking back at Jericho. "We were just hoping to get to know you a bit better was all...you know, without work getting in the way." She added with a friendly smile.

"And without any regulations getting in the way, tall dark and handsome." Gina purred making the others roll their eyes at her obvious attempt at flirting.

"I need to be up early in the morning." Six revealed to Amy, promptly ignoring Gina. "As I said, I'll see you all Monday." He said getting a grumble from Jake, a wave from Amy who quickly grew embarrassed and blushed, a pout from Gina, a goodbye from Charles...as for Rosa.

"Let me guess, you need to get up early so you can brood longer?" The dark-haired Latina smirked playfully.

"Something like that." Six commented as he walked past his partner and headed towards the gate before stopping to glance over his shoulder. "See ya, Rosalita." And if looks could kill his head would have exploded then and there.

"Wait, Rosalita?" Jake asked taken aback as he looked at Rosa. "That's your name? I've known you for years how the hell didn't I know that?!"

"I hate you." Rosa seethed at Jericho who ignored her and simply gave a lazy wave over his shoulder as he left bullpen as she was floored by a series of questions by the others; however, there was only one that really bugged her.

"Well, I think Rosalita is a beautiful name." Charles said making Rosa groan at yet again he flirted with her when he had told him countless times that he only liked him as a friend and had no interest in him in that way. Forgetting about Charles for a moment, she glared at Jericho as the elevator began to close. Blue met brown and while neither of them said anything, a battle of wills commenced between the two that ended as the doors closed.

Sonofabitch.

God, he really knew how to push her buttons. Everyone else in the place was terrified of her, yet whenever she tried to intimidate him, he just laughed it off...scratch that, he didn't laugh. Jericho had been there a week, and not once had she heard him laugh or seen him smile at anything and they had been on several cases together now; something that both Jake and Amy were envious about.

"So, Rosalita, huh?" Jake asked earning a cold glare from Rosa making him gulp.

"Call me that again and castrate you with a rusty spoon."

And cut! Well, here is the next chapter of The Demon Of The Nine-Nine. I hoped you all enjoyed it. A bit of a filler chapter than anything. I was going to wait a while before Terry tried to convince Six to help him train and instead have Six going out as the Demon, but I thought that it would be a good team-building exercise for the two of them.

Not really much to say, but I hoped you enjoyed it and let me know what you all thought.