The Demon Of The Nine-Nine
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TheFishKing: I might have them do that when they decide to dig into Six/Jericho's past to learn more about him.
Grudgematch: Knowing Rosa, she'll probably do it alone just so that she has dirt to use against him, often threatening to reveal it in hopes of getting underneath his skin.
Darth Ralen: They're currently in their sixties so they'll never be in their prime like they were in the eighties, but they could start taking their jobs seriously in the future...we'll see.
HyenaMan: Probably didn't go quite how Jake was expecting but at least it allows Six to gauge his performance.
TheClowningPrince: Cheers, man. Happy to hear that you're enjoying it.
Trailblazer445: Jake might have forgiven Six if he said that about any OTHER movie but Die Hard. And no comment regarding Rosa lol.
Guest: Then I hope this is a good day too.
Apple424: At first I wasn't sure if I would since the crossover is a bit out there but I'm enjoying a story that's not quite as serious as my others ones.
Krieger Techpriest: Not a fan of Jake? He could be a little annoying in the first season, but he really came into his own as the series progressed, at least in my opinion.
Brainstorm Sorcerer: Ah, glad you like it. I had the crazy idea that Charles would have some sort of sixth sense/latent fear when Jake is spending time with other people and thinking about somebody as a best friend that's not him and decided to add it lol.
Oh, most definitely.
If anything, Dot will be the one to reveal Six's address to Gina, accidently leaving out in the open for her to see in hopes of the squad coming to his home to come and see him, much to his annoyance when he learns of it. Not sure when everyone is going to find out about his past, but his favourite film will probably be Heat like we mentioned before or Kindergarten Cop, a guilty pleasure of mine.
Hellfire45: Then I hope this chapter was worth the wait.
G-AME5: Yeah, strength really is not Jake's forte.
Slaggedfire: Don't worry, Jake will get better.
Chapter 11.
The drive home had been silent as Six towed the Mustang that was in desperate need of fixing up; but with a little care he was certain that he could ger her running like new. That being said, he wasn't going to upgrade it extensively like he would if the Mustang was his car. Not because he didn't like Jake, but rather because if he turned up at the precinct and told him that the Mustang now ran on Hydrogen...well, that would have raised questions.
Peralta might have acted foolish at times, but he was far from stupid.
Turning off the road and through the large metal gates, Six drove down the path that led through the woods that circled his property. Heading deeper into woods, he followed the path for a good two to three minutes before finally reaching his estate that was far enough from the city and prying eyes. Navigating both the truck and the car around the driveway, he headed up to the large manor that Dot had convinced him to buy years ago.
Personally, he felt that it was pretentious and unnecessary. A cabin in the woods would have suited him fine yet Dot insisted arguing that they needed somewhere remote enough that they could work in secret.
It would have been hard to hide a Prowler emerging from the ground in the heart of the city after all, add in the fact that ship like that shouldn't have existed for another few centuries...at least not originally.
But with the changes that they had over the last decade alone, if all went according to plan that humanity would be uplifted much, much sooner and this time they would have a fighting chance against the Covenant.
Driving around the side of the manor, he entered the large garage that was currently empty. Making sure that he was in enough so that the Mustang wouldn't be crushed, he peered into the rear-view and watched as the garage door closed. The second that it did the ground began to rumble before the floor, which in truth was a large elevator, lowered beneath the ground.
The stone walls were quickly replaced by thick titanium EMP-proof armour that were strong enough to withstand the strongest nuclear weapons of the twenty-first century and beyond, though hopefully he would never be forced to put that assumption to the test, as he headed deep beneath surface and to his actual home.
Much like the Jericho Reach persona, the home on the surface was nothing more than a façade. Not only did he use it as his headquarters, but it was one of the few places that he could go to escape from the modern world and where you could usually find him when he wasn't on duty, both as a detective and vigilante; which was paradoxical now that he thought about it.
He had made a pledge to protect and serve the community following his graduation from the academy...but before that...or after that, time travel was confusing, he had vowed to defend Earth and all her colonies and while it was true that she currently had no colonies for him to defend but that did little to deter him. He had been created for one thing and one thing only, protect humanity and...
"Welcome home, Six." Auntie Dot greeted pulling him from his thoughts where he saw that the elevator had reached the bottom revealing a large room that he had designated as his auto shop and filled with a myriad that had either been built from scratch or found and restored that ranged from cars and bikes, both from the current era and UNSC.
Driving off the elevator, he drove down the aisle of vehicles and stopped in front of the M808 Main Battle Tank, otherwise known as the Scorpion, and got out of the truck. Truth be told he didn't know why he had built it; wasn't like he was ever going to use the thing in this day and age. Okay, that was a blatant lie. He did know why he had built it. He had been bored one day and with nothing better to do...well, one thing led to another and the next thing he knew he was building a tank.
"Did you enjoy your morning out with your new friends?"
"Associates," Six corrected as discontented the Mustang from the back of his truck.
"I do not recall you spending time with your associates before," She commented as Six placed the towing rope across his shoulder and began pulling the Mustang across the room and over to where the car lift was situated.
"Terry needed training." He grunted towing the Mustang across the room. He might have been a super soldier but out of armour the thing still weighed over a ton; on the plus side at least he was getting a bit of training in for himself after spending the morning assisting Terry.
"You have never referred to a superior officer by their first name either."
"He insisted."
"Nor have you ever volunteered to fix an associates vehicle before."
"You'll understand when you see the state of it."
"Nevertheless, not once in the last decade have you ever spent time with your colleagues outside of work in spite of the many offers you've had." Dot pointed out to him as he continued to pull the Mustang across the room.
"It's all analogous with work,"
"That sounded very defensive, Lieutenant," Dot remarked to the Spartan who was showing a little strain at pulling the vehicle across the room but showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon. "Is there something you would like to get off your chest?"
"I'm sounding factual."
"You are sound in denial." Dot retorted as Six reached the heavy-duty vehicle lift and pulled it up the ramp and onto it. "Could it be that you like these people a little more than you would care to admit?"
Before the Spartan could answer, suddenly the blast doors began to open drawing his attention. Looking in that direction, a hissing noise rang out before they retracted into the walls to reveal an Engineer, otherwise known as a Huragok floated out through the doors and headed over to him humming a cheerful melody conveying the happy mood it was currently in.
As the Huragok reached the Spartan it chimed happily getting an understanding nod from him. "Yes, we have something new to work on, Glides." He informed Glides With The Wind, or simply Glides as he often referred to him.
Opening the door to the Mustang and pulling the lever, Six walked back to the front and lifted up the hood as Glides floated around the front of the car and let out a fluting whistle expressing it's sadness at the sorry state of the engine. "Indeed, Peralta has taken very little care of his vehicle." He agreed with Glides. "But nothing we can't fix."
Glides chirped happily again waving around its tentacles as Six walked over and press a button on the touchscreen control panel making the lift go up allowing him to see underneath the chassis only to grimace internally when he saw that somehow it was even worse underneath.
"You're dodging the question." Dot spoke up as Six inspected the damage underneath.
"Not at all," Six disagreed poking at rust on the rear axle that fell apart at the touch. Probably would have been easier to just build the car from scratch.
"Then enlighten me, what has caused this sudden metamorphosis?"
"As I said, it all correlates with work."
"And as I said I think you like these people a little more than you would care to admit." Auntie Dot remarked refusing to back down in this instance. "Rosalita Diaz, in particular."
"Is that right?"
"Indeed," The A.I. would have nodded if she possessed a human avatar. "In just a week, Rosalita has somehow managed to bring out a side of you that I thought had died on Reach. In many ways, the way that you both play off each other is reminiscent of how you and Jorge used to play off each other...just with a great deal more sexual attraction."
"There is no sexual attraction,"
"No, there is most definitely an attraction between the two of you, both physical and sexual." Dot stated pointedly. "However due to your upbringing on Onyx you were never educated on such things." She added as Six and Glides continued to examine the Mustang. "That being said, Rosalita is not the only one that has shown signs of having an attraction for you."
"You're imagining things."
"I am a sophisticated piece of technology, Six. I am incapable of imagining things." Dot reminded him judiciously. "Now, as I was saying. Rosalita is not the only one had bares an attraction to you. Gina's flirting should have been a dead giveaway that she is attracted to you, although from my observation it seems that she has a thing for strong, muscular men...and you most certainly fit the bill for that."
"As does Amy Santiago," Dot continued as Six did his best to ignore her. "Who has mentioned several times this week that she finds you very handsome."
"She should consult an Ophthalmologist then." Six retorted questioning Amy's eyesight if she thought that he was handsome. There was certainly nothing attractive about him, especially not his looks...the scars had seen to that and even before he received them his features were average at best.
"Her attractions also might stem from the fact that you complimented her binder earlier this week." Six decided to tune her out feeling a headache beginning to form. She really needed to spend more time monitoring humans before making unsupported speculations regarding the nature of the relationship with his co-workers. His relationship with Amy, Regina, and Rosalita was strictly professional and that was precisely how it was staying.
Just like with every other relationship in his life he could not allow himself to become emotionally compromised by letting his guard down. Furthermore, even if he was interested, he would have no idea how to initiate the act of courting the person of his concupiscence, nor did he really know how to commence the activity of copulation. He knew the fundamentals of course such as the erect phallus being inserted into the...
Why was getting so hung up on this anyway?
He said it wasn't happening.
And that was final.
After spending most of the day stripping down the Mustang, sparks flashed in the room as Six Arc Welded the pieces of the new chasses together deciding that it would have been simpler to make a new one rather than trying to salvage what he could. As he worked on the new chasses, the individual parts of the Mustang were currently scattered around the room along with the ridiculous amount of garbage that had also waited him inside of the car.
Not only that, but he had also discovered a tracker inside of the Mustang that Dot had traced back to Charles. He had no idea why he would place a tracker in Jake's car but put it down to a safety precaution in the event that his car was ever stolen or his best friend went missing.
"I have something you might be interested in," Dot's voice suddenly echoed across the room as she spoke through the intercom system that had been installed throughout the facility.
"Go ahead," Six responded as he stopped welding and glanced over to where Glides was currently floating and assembling and disassembling the engine into numerous configurations so quickly that not even his augmented eyes could keep up.
"I just intercepted a report about somebody opening fire on civilians in Los Angeles," Dot told him getting the Spartan's full attention. "Not much is known about the shooter aside from the fact that he was reported to be outfitted in military gear, meaning that it could be a veteran suffering with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and suddenly relapsed."
"Prep the Prowler." Six ordered as he placed his tools on the ground and sprinted through the room and raced towards the blast doors.
Heading through the doors, he raced down the long metal falls and headed straight past the entrance to the lab and instead make a beeline straight for the armoury/hanger knowing that time was currently against him and every second that he wasted more innocent people were at risk.
Running through the doors that were already open by the time he got there, Six headed inside and began stripping his clothes off and tossed them to the ground. Grabbing the techsuit that was laying atop one of the workstations, he slipped it on. Once he was in his Mjolnir Power Assault Armour, the moisture-absorbing synthetic material contorting around him to fit him perfectly.
With the techsuit on, he headed over to a podium and spread his arms out as the floor suddenly parted and mechanical arms emerged from the ground and began connected the individual armour plates to the suit. While it was still visually identical to the Mark V [B] Armour that he had worn during his time on Reach, the biggest difference was that he had more armour plating, meaning more protection if his energy shields ever faltered...as well as a few other additions he had added over the last decade.
Within moments the armour plates were connected before his helmet lowered over his head, a golden light shimmering around him as he was sealed inside of the suit and abandoned his disguise and took on his true identity.
A purple light filled the room drawing Spartan-B312's attention and watched as his Winter-Class Stealth Corvette powered up her Repulsor Engines, just one of the many upgrades that had been possible thanks to the presence of Glides who had extensive knowledge of the Covenant technology due to serving them once upon a time...something that he had taken advantage of.
Crossing the room and heading up the ramp, Six walked passed the weapons that were lined along the walls and headed straight for the cockpit and sat down in the seat just as the Prowler levitated off the ground and a blue light filled the room as Auntie Dot's avatar materialized alongside the handful holographic screens that displayed the status of the ship as well as a few other key features.
"I have identified the shooter as one Diego Ramirez," Dot informed him just as a rumbling rang out when the walls on the far side of the room opened to reveal a long dark tunnel. The second that the door was open, Six took control of the Prowler and flew across the hanger bay and headed for the tunnel.
"According to his file it claims that he is Ex-Special Forces. Not only that but he was a veteran in the Los Angeles Police Department before being discharged following an incident with the Tyger Claws that resulted in him losing both his arms and legs in an explosion." Dot continued as the Prowler flew through the tunnel as gallons of water was rerouted and contained by stasis fields. "Fortunately for him his missing limbs were replaced with cybernetics."
"Could it be Cyberpsychosis?" Six asked activating the Active Camouflage making the Prowler vanish like a whisper in the dark.
"It is possible, but unlikely." Dot voiced as Six reached the end of the tunnel and pulled up on the control and flew out of the large lake that sat behind his home. "Following several examinations, Diego has never once shown signs of existing psychopathic tendencies as from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder." She explained as the Prowler circled around the property and made a beeline for Los Angeles.
"Albeit that might have changed following the kidnapping of his daughter."
"Explain."
"A few days ag, his daughter was kidnapped on her way home from college by the Tyger Claws," She informed him.
"Why was I not informed?"
"Because the kidnapping was never reported." She answered. "The only reason I know of it is because of the shooting that just occurred in Los Angeles, and with a little digging I discovered a message sent between a member of the Tyger Claws and Mr Ramirez."
"Saying?"
"Mostly that they would return his daughter to him if he left them alone...but judging from his visceral reaction I think that we both know what has transpired. Either it was nothing but an elaborate trap, or his daughter is dead."
What should have taken over seven hours to reach Los Angeles from New York via flying and over forty hours by car, the Prowler reached the City of Angeles within fifteen minutes. Climbing out of the chair and making his way through the ship, Six grabbed a DMR from the wall and slung it over his shoulder and connected it to his magnetic plate on his back, then grabbed a Magnum and placed it on his hit along with magazines for both weapons.
"Have the LAPD been alerted?" He questioned as he grabbed the black cloak that was resting on the metal bench and pulled it over his armour.
"I am currently blocking all calls cellular activity in the area," Dot answered as the Spartan slapped the button to make the ramp lower. "That being said I cannot physically stop people from heading to the local Police Station and reporting the crime, however I am slowing them to the best of my ability by affecting the stoplights." She explained as a strong gust of blew through the Prowler blowing back the black cloak.
"Noted." Six acknowledged before running down the ramp and dived off the edge and free-fell towards the City of Angels. Slicing through the midnight air, the city lights shimmered like fireflies in the distance, however his eyes were locked solely on the Santa Monica Pier and the large Ferris Wheel that shined out like a beacon in the night.
As he neared the surface, Six spun himself around and activated his suits thrusters, another addition that he had made over the last decade since the Fall of Reach, to slow himself down before landing with a small thump. Pulling up his hood to conceal his identity, even if a 6'9 cloaked individual was bound to draw attention regardless, he made his way across the beach and followed the tire marks that led underneath the pier.
Stepping underneath the pier he discovered dozens of bodies lying on the ground that were all wearing the traditional bright colours of the Tyger Claws along with several vehicles. Crouching down next to one of the bodies, he rolled them over onto their back to get a better look at them to see a hole in the middle of their forehead and judging by the size of the wound it was most like a .308 Winchester cartage that had killed him and fired from a Remington 700.
Pushing himself back up, Six turned his head over to where a van was sitting underneath one of the pillars. Stepping over a body, he walked over to the back of the van to see the doors open and laying in the back was the body of a young girl that looked to be in her late teens staring back at him with lifeless brown eyes and completely naked, signs of the abuse she had been forced to endure clear to see.
Lowering his head, Six reached underneath his cloak grabbed his knife cut through the rope to free her arms and legs. Storing his knife away, he extended his arm and gently ran his fingers across her eyelids to close them making it seem like she was sleeping peacefully; it wasn't much but it was the least he could do for her. Glancing over at one of the Tyger Claws, he walked over and tore their coat from them and placed it over the victim to offer her some dignity.
If only her kidnapping had been reported. If only he had been made aware of her abduction the moment that it happened, he would have made it a top priority to locate and rescue her from the Tyger Claws and return her to her family...instead a young girl on the cusps of womanhood had been murdered, and needlessly at that too. It was just one more person that he had failed to save, one more life that would forever be on his conscience.
Closing the van doors, he turned his attention to the staircase that led up to the pier and walked over to it. As he headed up the staircase his foot suddenly went through one of the panels breaking the old, weathered piece of wood. Tearing his foot back breaking it even more, Six carefully made his way up and only managed to break a couple before finally reaching the top.
Slowly making his way across the pier, the Spartan spotted several more bodies of the Tyger Claws on the ground and judging by how they had fallen they had all been killed by the same Remington 700 when they had been trying to flee from the scene. The deeper he headed across the pier the more bodies lined up, clearly this entire thing had been nothing more than some elaborate trap...one that Diego had seen coming from a mile away.
A loud bang suddenly rang out as his Energy Shields flared up and a golden light shimmered around him, followed by another that did very little damage overall. Looking in the direction that the shot came from, he zoomed in on his HUD to see the man in question standing inside one of the carriages of the Ferris Wheel and watched as he pulled back the bolt of his rifle and fired again.
Giving away his location, Six tilted his head to the side as another bullet came flying past him. Narrowing his eyes as he entered what Emile dubbed as Spartan Time, the world seemed come to a standstill as another bang rang out and watched as the bullet headed straight for him. Grabbing his Magnum from his hip, he aimed it and fired a Semi-Armour Piercing High Explosive round that cancelled out the Remington's round and watched as Diego ducked thinking that it was going to get him.
Capitalizing on his false assumption, Six sprinted towards the Ferris Wheel and reached it within seconds just as Diego leaped from the carriage and dropped to the ground displaying the durability of his cybernetic legs as he stood up unharmed. Bringing up his rifle, he pulled the bolt back and tried to fire only for barrel to lifted.
Struggling to pull it back, Diego was a little taken aback when he watched as the hooded figure effortlessly bent the barrel back until he was staring at the end of his own rifle. Pushing back against him, he found himself thrown across the figures shoulder and smashed into shack. Groaning as he picked himself up, he watched as the figure tossed the weapon on the ground then brought their hand up to do a come one gesture.
His anger getting the better of him, he took the bait and charged straight at them and threw a series of punches that were either dodged or simply slapped away which only infuriated him further.
Slapping away another punch, Six let the grieving father take his anger out on him rather than some unsuspecting civilian that happened to be in the wrong time and the wrong place; and considering how he had tried to snipe him without checking his identity it was clear that he didn't care who he killed. As another punch was thrown at him, this time he grabbed before slamming his palm into Diego's chest making him grunt as he pushed him away.
Hateful and vengeful filled eyes stared back at him that reminded him far too much of himself when he had lost his family on Jericho VII all those years ago. While most would assumed that he would have killed him regardless of his motives, the man was mourning in the only way he knew how...
Simply put he didn't need to die.
Watching as the veteran LAPD Officer panted as he gritted his teeth at him, Six didn't bother reacting when Diego pulled out his sidearm started firing rounds straight at his head as he moved towards him nor did he react when he became visibly shocked as the bullets flattered against his energy shields and the fact that he had energy shields. As the sidearm clicked when it fired the last bullet, Diego followed up by throwing another punch which the Spartan allowed and calmly looked down as the fist connected to his chest and cracked his shields.
Allowing him to let out his anger, B312 didn't bother defending himself as Diego throw punch after punch to his chest that did nothing but scratch the paintwork. Delivering an uppercut to him, Six's head tilted up slightly but again did very little to hurt. Kick after kick, punch after punch after punch after punch, Diego attacks became sluggish until he eventually collapsed, however before he could hit the ground, he was grabbed from under the arm preventing him from falling.
"What're you waiting for? Just fuckin kill me already," Diego said defeated refusing to look up. "Isn't that what you do, Demon?" He asked rhetorically figuring out his identity during the fight...be able to tank bullets was a pretty good giveaway. "I have nothing left..."
Six said nothing as he continued to hold Diego up. He seldom spoke as Spartan-B312/the Demon, reverting back to how he used to be before being a Cop demanded that he break tradition and be more vocal; just another thing that separated Noble Six and Jericho Reach. "You have your memories."
"Memories?" Diego chuckled scornfully at his poor attempt at humour. "My daughter, my only child is laying dead in the back of a van after those Tyger fucks did god knows what to her. The only memory I have is seeing her laying there...
"For now."
"Forever," Diego retorted as he closed his eyes and was haunted by the memory of his dead daughter. "Just get it over with." He pleaded once again only to be lifted up off the ground. "What're you doing?"
"Take your daughter and leave."
"You're letting me go?" Diego asked sceptically knowing of his usual MO. "Why?" Instead of answering the Demon just walked away without a word leaving him speechless. The vigilante(s) killed criminals all across the globe, there wasn't a man or woman alive that didn't know that titbit of information...yet he was letting him go after killing dozens of Tyger Claws, for breaking the law and becoming a criminal himself. "Where are you going?!" He called out only for the Demon to fade away into the shadows leaving him alone.
Hideyoshi Ueno, a prominent member of the Tyger Claws paced nervously inside of his luxury penthouse as he waited for one of his men to message him about offing that motherfucker that gunned down at least twenty of his men within the last few days in retaliation for taking his daughter and adding her to the Claws Sex Trade, a rather lucrative industry in Los Angeles.
She just right, she's perfect, clients love them young. That's what his men told him when they had brought her to him and after sampling the goods for himself, he had to agree. She was absolutely perfect...aside from the fact that her old man was fucking Ex-Special Forces and currently out for blood, especially since his boys had gotten a little rough, shall he say, with the merchandise in their excitement and now he was paying the price for it.
He couldn't even take a piss without jumping at his own shadow.
Looking down at his phone, he brought up his contacts and tapped Ken Masuda number and rang him again. Holding it against his ear, he listened to the ringing tone for a good few minutes before it eventually went to voicemail.
"FUCK!" He screamed throwing the phone across the room in both his temper and fear and ran his fingers through his bright blonde hair knowing that there was only one reason that he wouldn't answer. Ken and the men he had sent to back him up had been picked off like fish in a barrel and it would only be a matter of time until he was too; if not by that cocksucker Ramirez then by Jun and Marcus, the leaders of the Tyger Claws.
If there was one thing that they didn't tolerate then it was failure, especially when it affected business.
Taking a deep breath to stop his shaking, he hesitantly walked over to where he had thrown his phone and picked it up. Tapping the side, he sighed when all got was a broken white screen...of course that was what he got for throwing it in his temper. Taking a step back his eyes widened when he bumped into something, however before he could wonder what it was a large hand covered his mouth and a large kukri knife sliced across his throat.
Pulling into parking lot bright and early on Monday morning, Six climbed out of the restored Ford Mustang. Closing the door behind him, he made his way to the back of the car and opened the trunk to reveal two large boxes sitting in the back. Placing them on the ground and shutting the truck, he locked the Mustang before sticking the keys in his pocket, grabbed the boxes and left the parking lot to begin his second week at the Nine-Nine.
Walking down the Highstreet and into the precinct, he saw that it was all but deserted except for a single officer who was sitting behind the desk. When the officer's eyes landed on him, he simply nodded.
"Reach."
"Shepard.
Greeting the officer, Six made his way up the stairs and over to the elevator while balancing the boxes in his arms. Hitting the button with his elbow to open the doors, he stepped inside and repeated his previous action making the doors close and as the elevator headed to the fourth floor.
Standing in silence for a few moments and listening to the rhythm of the elevator, the doors finally opened and he stepped out to see that the room was empty. Walking through the gate and into the Bullpen, he walked over to his desk and placed the boxes on the floor next to it. With the boxes on the ground, he stood back up and glanced at his desk only to notice something...off-putting.
"Is that hair?"
And yes, indeed it was hair, facial hair to be exact and copious amounts of it too laying across his desk that had just been left there. Upon closer inspection he also detected that some had gotten in-between the keys on the keyboard...his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Unacceptable."
What sort of monster just, you know what, it didn't matter. Disappearing for a few moments, the detective returned holding a bottle of disinfectant in one hand and a cloth in the other and promptly began sanitizing his desk. Flipping the keyboard upside down, he carefully tapped it on the desk and watched as an abundance of facial hair fell out.
Of course the question remained...who was shaving at their own desk rather than their home?
Returning the cleaning products from whence he had found them, Six made a beeline for the Records Room to see that the door was still open, a serious security breach that could have been exploited. All somebody had to do was a quick surveillance and gauge when the precinct was at its quietest before they struck, grab what they needed and be out before anyone was any the wiser.
Ignoring that for the time being, Jericho started removing the boxes and old files, the latter practically crumbling in his hand and brought them both back to his desk and began sorting through them, something that should have been done the week before by Hitchcock and Scully...although that was him being generous. In truth it should have been done years ago considering the terrible condition the Records Room was in.
How anyone expected to get any work done when their filing system was left in shambles was beyond him.
Sitting down in his seat, he switched his computer on and stared at the blank screen as he waited, waited, and waited some more for the dated piece of technology to start up. As he sat there, he contemplated whether or not he should requisition some computers for the precinct or just build his own; however, before he could think too much about it his computer finally started up.
Entering his password, he signed into computer and quickly checked his email to see a few messages from his former co-workers. Skimming through them quickly and seeing nothing of any real importance, mostly they were just friendly messages hoping that he was enjoying himself and they missed him...but that would pass in time. Why it was perfectly normal to experience such feelings after spending so much time working along somebody...but eventually they would forget him and move on with their lives.
Such was life.
Grabbing one of the boxes from the floor, he opened the lid and lifted it off along with the thick cobwebs that covered it and pulled out the files inside. Brushing off as many of the cobwebs as he could, he placed the files onto his desk and began reading through each sheet meticulously. Rather than scanning them into the system, he simply opted to write them up himself for several reasons.
First and foremost, just like the rest of the technology there the printer/scanner was terribly outdated, and he would have been stuck there for hours. Secondly, it gave him the opportunity to read the old case files for himself, hence why he was uploading it to the NYPD databanks. Once it was then he would have remote access to it from his supercomputer back home allowing him full access to every single case that remained open.
As he went through the paperwork his thoughts drifted to Saturday night and the young woman that he had failed to save. Perhaps if he had been more active, more alert then she would have still been alive. Sure, he had killed Hideyoshi Ueno and avenged her death, but it wasn't going to bring her back now, was it? As he thought about her, he wondered what sort of woman she would have turned out to be, what sort of changes she could have brought to the world, the life she would have lived...
"Reach," The stoic voice of Captain Holt greeted pulling him from his thoughts. "You are here early," Holt remarked as Six looked up to see him standing before him and checking his watch. "It is only 06:59 and your shift does not commence until 08:00." He pointed out.
"Crime never rests, Sir." Six responded. "Neither should we."
"Hmmm." Holt nodded in agreement before his eyes landed on both the files and the boxes that were next to the desk. "What is this?"
"Cold Cases that need to be digitalized and uploaded to the NYPD databanks." Six explained as Holt's eyes shifted slightly as he seemed to be contemplating something.
"Was that not assigned to Hitchcock and Scully?"
"Yes." Six answered plainly getting an understanding nod from Holt.
"I see," Holt murmured understanding why Jericho had taken over for the two. "Carry on, Detective."
"Yes, Sir." Six nodded as he returned to what he had been doing previously...the files that was, not the brooding and self-loathing; that could wait until later. Bringing up a program on his computer, he began writing up one of the Cold Cases and filling out all the necessary paperwork and uploaded them to the system, his fingers becoming blurs as he sped through the process.
Once it was uploaded to the system, he removed the paperwork from the old crumbling files and opened up one of the boxes he had brought with him and pulled out a brand-new binder, one that he had constructed at home, and stored the old paperwork inside before placing it to one side and starting on the next.
It was around forty-five minutes later that Six picked up the sound of heels tapping across the epoxy floor and moving with a purpose. Even knowing who it was before she reached him, he didn't have to wait long as his desk was kicked aggressively. "Rosalita." He greeted the hot-tempered Latina not even bothering to look up as he continued writing up the documents.
"Don't Rosalita me, bastard." She growled at him.
"Incorrect, my parents were married." He stated calmly, her aggressive tone not bothering him in the slightest.
"Wasn't what I meant," Rosa grumbled as she looked down at him, although she did note how he said was meaning that they had either gotten divorced or they were dead...but at least she had learned something about the smug, scar-faced bastard. "Do you have any idea what I had to put up with because of you?"
"Enlighten me."
"I'll do something alright," Rosa threatened spinning his chair around, placed her hand in the headrest and leaned over him until she was practically centimetres apart and stared into those dangerous blue eyes of his. "Because of you I had to listen to Charles saying how beautiful my name was on Friday night all-night." She gritted the last bit out and much to her frustration he had no reaction.
"Have you been waiting to tell me this all weekend?" He quizzed making her scowl. "You have," he hummed and would have chuckled, but it had been years since he had done that. "Seems I'm already in your head."
"As if," Rosa scoffed at the mere thought of him being in her head, it was insulting to say the least. "Only time you're in my head is when I need to imagine punching somebodies face in."
"Irrelevant," Six refuted. "I have intruded into your mind, infiltrated your thoughts and caused you distrait."
"Speak English." Rosa growled through gritted teeth.
"It actually originates from Angelo-French and was used in the 15th Century..."
"God, you're such a nerd." Rosa rolled her eyes as she pushed herself away from Jericho and folded her arms over her chest. "Anyway, I don't need a history lesson I just want to know what the hell it means."
"It means you're distracted."
"I'm not distracted," She stressed out scowling at her partner.
"Yes, you are," Six wholeheartedly disagreed. "Because I'm living in your head rent-free."
"Keep dreaming," The Latina jeered and scowled when Jericho turned back and face the computer without so much as a word. Grabbing the arm of the chair, she turned him so that he was looking at her again. "We're not finished."
"Incorrect," Six stared back as he regarded the leather-wearing detective. "I've already won." And if looks could kill his head would have exploded right then and there and Rosa would have basked in her victory.
"You've won nothing."
"But I have," Six was unblinking as he leaned back in his seat and stared at Rosa. "In just one week I have tarnished your reputation simply by revealing your true name...imagine what I'll do in my second."
"You've got nothing else on me." She insisted...although it sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anything.
"Ignoring the Ballet Academy?" Rosa clicked her tongue in annoyance at the reminder of him knowing that part of her life. "I wonder how everyone would react to know that the big bad Rosalita Diaz," Doing her best not to show it, the way that her named rolled off his tongue seriously turned her on. "Is a keen brunch enthusiast?"
Rosa's dark eyes widened and inhaled a deep breath at yet another revelation of her past that he had somehow discovered, and while he showed no visible reaction, she knew for a fact that the bastard was smirking at her.
"I know that smell!" An excited voice suddenly called out preventing Rosa from pressing the question or wringing his neck, of course she'd probably do both, as Amy stepped into the Bullpen with a smile so bright that it could lighten even the darkest of rooms. As she looked around the room her eyes suddenly landed on them, and her body began moving as if she was in a trance.
Walking across the Bullpen and stopping in front of Jericho and Rosa's desk, Amy leaned into one of the boxes and pulled out one of the binders. "Mmmmm, new binder smell." She smiled blissfully smelling taking a whiff of the folder in her arms.
"Should we leave you two alone?" Rosa smirked getting a flustered look from Amy, that being said she still held onto the binder like it was a lifetime.
"Sorry," Amy smiled bashfully as she quickly took another sniff. "Morning guys, good weekend?"
"Fine/Same as ever." Both Jericho and Rosa answered in tandem as the former watched as Amy ran her fingers across the binder, meanwhile the former was thankful at the distraction returned to what he had been doing before Rosalita had arrived and disrupted him.
"That's good," Amy commented as her brown eyes drifted between the binders that was in her arms and the stack of them that were sitting on Jericho's desk. "These are very good quality," she remarked as she examined the folder and opened it up and had to reel herself back in when she saw the coloured tabs inside. "Where did they come from?"
"I made them." Six answered looking between the document and the computer unaware of the lustful look that Amy was sending him as he worked on digitizing the old files.
"You made them?"
"Hmmm,"
"Ooooh, Mamma." Amy mewled incredibly aroused at the mere fact that Jericho constructed his own binders, her arousal only increased as she watched as he multitasked and typed away on the computer while simultaneously filing the paperwork into the binder. God, she was so attracted to him right now.
"Keep it in your pants, Santiago." Rosa rolled her eyes. Seriously, only she could get turned on by someone mentioning that they build their own folders.
"Not so loud," A flustered Amy hissed at Rosa who smirked back. "So, what's that you're working on, Jericho?" She asked him as she came over and stood beside the veteran Detective who, at least in her opinion, was every bit as impressive as the stories she had heard ever since joining the NYPD; despite only having two years more experience than her, Jericho was easily one of the most decorated officers on the Force.
"Digitalizing the old files and uploading them to the NYPD databanks," Six explained, alas before anything else could be said...
"Jericho!" Hitchcock cried out drawing the Spartan's attention making him, and everyone else for that matter, look up to see him and Scully standing before them. "How could you?" He asked sounding both hurt and offended.
"How could you do this to us, Jericho?" Scully asked sounding just as hurt as Hitchcock. "I thought that we were friends?"
"With friends like him who needs enemies?" Hitchcock shot back scornfully as Six inhaled a deep breath, closed his eyes, and lowered his head. "And to think I was going to name my son after him."
"Am I missing something?" Rosa drawled, ignoring the part about Hitchcock naming his son after Jericho...who'd what want that stupid name anyway? Probably doing the kid a favour; of course, the thought of a mini Hitchcock running around made her shiver.
"Only the part about him being a rotten thief!" Hitchcock cried out pointing his finger accusingly at did his best to ignore it as he focused on the task at hand.
"Thief?" Amy repeated making a face.
"Damn right, toots!" Hitchcock nodded ignoring the dull look at Amy send him for the toots remark. "When we weren't looking, he came along and stole all of our hard work just to take the credit for himself!"
"Didn't Holt ask you to do that last week?" Rosa grilled defending Jericho, even if deep down she felt dirty like she was sleeping with the enemy...not that she would be against the idea. Scar-faced bastard wouldn't act so smug after she fucked his brains out and left him broken and drained, pun intended.
"We were really busy last week," Scully defended both himself and Hitchcock making the hot-tempered Latina scoff.
"Doing what? All you did was sit on your asses last week."
"You think it's easy, princess?" Hitchcock suddenly felt his life flash before his eyes as Rosa turned her head slowly and stared menacingly at him, her dark eyes looking like the pits of hell that made him swallow a lump in his throat.
"What was that?" She growled and neither in a moment of bravery or foolishness, Hitchcock refused to back down.
"You heard me, Princess."
"H-He didn't mean it, Rosa." Scully insisted worried about his best friends safety.
"Jericho, you big, beautiful man, I could kiss you right now!" Jake suddenly announced obvious to the tense atmosphere in the room as entered the Bullpen along with Charles and headed over to everyone. "She looks Amaziiiing!" He sung out the last part.
"First off, you're here on time." Amy pointed out in disbelief that Jake of all people was there on time. "Secondly, it certainly explains why you and Charles are so close." She smirked commenting on the somewhat creepy relationship the two shared; then again it was the latter who made it weird.
"Shame on you, Santiago," Jake tutted at her. "It's that sort of prejudice that has held back our dear captain and the other beautiful people of the LGBTQ+ community for years."
"What? No! That wasn't what I meant..." Amy blurted out began panicking that people would think that she was bigamist if they happened to overhear their conversation. Stupid Jake!
"And secondly, don't act like you don't want to kiss him," Amy blushed furiously as Jericho stopped what he was doing and dug into his pocket then tossed Jake the keys. "Noice!" He grinned wildly. "So, what extra additions did you add?" He asked grabbed the keys. "Gatling guns like we agreed?"
"We agreed that it would be counterproductive."
"We didn't agree on anything," Jake pouted before grunting when Charles nudged him giving him a pointed look making him roll his eyes. "Yes, I was getting to it." He hissed before coughing into his fist. "Charles Boyle is my best friend."
Six felt that he was missing some context but decided to just go with it. "Yes, I know."
"Ignoring your bromance," Rosa said and used the word very loosely. "How come he's got your keys?" She pretty much interrogated looking between Jake and Jericho.
"Jericho, the pal that he is offered to fix my Mustang on Saturday when me, Terry, and Jericho worked out." He revealed as Rosa suddenly became very interested as he turned to her partner.
"You restore cars?"
"No, I just stare at them until they fix themselves." Six shot back getting a contemptuous smile from Rosa.
"You working out?" Amy laughed clearly sceptical.
"Yep," Jake said popping the P as he brought his arms up to show off his guns. "The three of us spent the morning working on our gains." He added as Jericho glanced at him for a second.
"What're you talking about, Jake?" Terry spoke up alerting the others to his presence as he walked into the Bullpen. "We spent all that time setting the obstacle course up only for you to pass out before you could do a single deadlift." He revealed as everyone laughed at his expense, everyone aside from Terry, Jericho, and Charles, the latter for obvious reasons.
"Haha!" Rosa laughed the loudly. "You passed out!"
"Awww, was it a little bit too much for little Jakey?" Amy mocked doing her best baby voice getting a sarcastic laugh back.
"Hahaha, laugh it up."
"Oh, I will," Amy smiled facetiously, basking in his misery.
"I'm sure you did your best, Jake."
"You know what, Charles? I did do my best." Jake agreed with him, appreciating his encouraging words of support. "See everyone, that's what a real best friend looks like." He added making Charles perk up.
"Noooo," Gina droned out as she entered the bullpen. "That's what a suck-up looks like." She corrected bypassing everyone as she played on her phone missing the deflated look from Charles.
"You know I'm standing right here?"
"Yeeeeah, not listening."
As he listened to the friendly exchange between the squad, the Spartan-III commando couldn't help but be reminded of the relationship that Jorge and Emile had. Still, one thing was for certain...
It was going to be a long week.
And cut! Well, here is the next chapter of The Demon Of The Nine-Nine. I hoped you all enjoyed it. Originally, I was going to just have episode 3 take place in this chapter but since we haven't seen or heard from Auntie Dot in a while I thought it be best to include her, plus there have been no chapters of Six in his armour since the prologue.
Not much in the grand scheme of things but I thought that I'd do a little world building such as revealing about his facility, his Prowler, and of course the loveable Huragok he currently has living with him, his Cheddar so to speak.