"Okay. I called in every favor I have. My ass is on the line. You understand what that means, right?" Cyrano asked. "This don't work, it ain't 'we don't do no more business together' bad. It's they 'kill my girlfriend and kid' bad."
"We got it," Leonard nodded. "Where's the meet?"
"The Albino wants to meet your cook at Pier Four in the Defense District, in one of those old abandoned buildings."
"That's makes sense," Jemma said from the spot where she was leaning against his desk. "Isolated and discreet."
"Of course, this whole thing only works if The Albino turns up in person," Pike added.
"He'll be there. He's got a lot of people waiting for this product. Hope your guy knows what he's walking into," Cyrano said.
"He knows," his partner said. "We should probably go get set."
"Yea. Thanks, Cy," Leonard said as he pulled on his jacket.
"Like I had much choice," the other man smiled. "Until next time?"
"Until next time."
"Alright, Scotty, how you feeling?" Leonard asked.
"Okay, I guess," the engineer told them.
"Good to hear. What's the one thing you gotta remember?" Jemma asked.
"One? Don't mess up the drugs. Don't get killed. Get The Albino to say that he distributes narcotics. Shouldn't be too much of a problem," Scotty chuckled.
"Just keep him talking. The more we can learn about his operation, the better a case we can build against him, okay? Now do we need to go over this again?" Leonard asked.
"No, I think I got it," the slightly older man sighed before grabbing a small green drink off the table. "Bottoms up."
"You sure that's gonna work?" he couldn't help but ask his friend.
"The department's still beta testing, but theoretically, it should make my whole body into an undetectable GPS locator and tracking beacon for same-platform technology," Scotty said right before the computer beeped. A flashing red dot popped up on the map. "And there I am."
"All right. We're tracking Scotty here, as well," Pike said over comms. "It's all yours, McCoy."
"Scotty, you okay?" Jemma asked.
"Yeah, lass. Bloody pumped. Let's, uh… rock and roll," Scotty smiled.
"You got this, buddy," Leonard smiled as he friend left the building to go to the meet. "He better not die."
"Cams are set," Stiles said, looking at the tablet in his hands.
"I have visual. He's in," Uhura added.
"Stop. Put your hands out," one of the men said before checking Scotty for weapons and wires.
"That's a bot," Jemma told them. "DX model. Older than me."
"I'm Cruz," another man said.
"I'm Scotty," their friend said.
"Did he just tell 'em his real name?" Leonard asked.
"Thought your name was Callum Waits," Cruz said.
"It is. Scotty's a nickname thanks to the bloody accent," Scotty covered. Cruz didn't like that and put a gun in Scotty's face.
"We gotta go in," Leonard sighed. Scotty's gonna get himself killed.
"Wait, wait," Jemma stopped him. "Let me go in alone. We can still salvage this mission." Her face lit up.
"What are you doing?" Uhura asked.
"They can't know I'm a cop, so I'm shutting down all my comm relays so they won't detect any outgoing transmissions," his partner said.
"Are you kidding? We'll have no way to communicate with you," Stiles told her.
"Do it. You gotta do it," Leonard sighed. "If anything goes down, you're Scotty's only hope."
Jemma looked around the room, grabbed something off the table where Scotty's stuff was and jogged out the door.
"Is this what you wanted me for? To stand around twiddling our bloody thumbs?" Scotty asked. A minute later, there were three knocks on the door.
"Hey, I'm looking for Scotty," they heard Jemma said as the bot pulled her in and held her against the door. "Hey. Hey. Hey! Get the hell off of me. Scotty, I have your glasses. Tell them to call off this busted refrigerator before I send him back to the scrap pile."
"You were supposed to come alone," Cruz said to the engineer.
"She's a JTK. Police issue," the DX said.
"Was. She was police issue. The whole line got scrapped four years and a half years ago. I found her on the black market and completely refurbished her. Come on. We all got bots here, mine's just prettier than yours. Looks better in a bikini too," Scotty said with a wink.
"Did he just…?" Stiles asked.
"Yep," Leonard smiled.
"Let her go," Cruz ordered. Jemma pushed the other bot away and fixed her jacket. "Let's go." Cruz led Scotty to the lab. Jemma handed him his glasses and gave him a kiss on the cheek before falling into step behind him.
"That's my girl," Leonard whispered to himself. He let out the breath he was holding before talking to Pike. "Jem's got his six, we're good."
"You've got two minutes," Cruz said. "Let's see what you can do."
"Well, if I get this job, there's gonna be some changes around here," Scotty said before he mixed up a batch of The Bends in ninety-four seconds. "Done. Taste the bloody perfection."
The DX drank it, "It's ninety-six percent pure."
"I told you, I'm a bloody chef," Scotty smiled.
"You are indeed quite a chef, Callum," another voice said as he joined the group.
"Wait a minute. Where'd he come from?" Leonard asked.
"Don't move. Don't move," Uhura muttered as she ran facial recognition. "Got him. Gavin Maxwell. Got a record as long as my arm... distribution charges that nobody could make stick."
"He's gotta be The Albino. Second they make the deal, we move in," he said.
"What is that?" Uhura asked. Maxwell had walked Scotty away from the group and handed him a vial of white liquid.
"So, how much weight are we talking about? What's…?" Scotty started to ask. Maxwell made a motion for him to drink it. "Oh… Okay."
"Wait. What just happened?" Stiles looked at the screen. "We just lost the GPS on Scott."
"All teams are a go. Move, move, move! Let's go!" Leonard ordered. He ran as fast as he could to the warehouse and he was the first of his team in the door."Police!"
Cruz pointed his gun at Leonard and the detective shot him in the leg. Another man came around the corner but Jem snapped his neck before he could fire on the officers with what looked like a sub-machine gun. It was pretty hot. Wait. Where the hell did that come from?
"We searched everywhere. Scotty's not here," Stiles said as soon as the place was cleared.
"That's impossible. We had eyes on every exit," Leonard said.
Jemma picked up the glasses she handed Scotty earlier, "He's gone."
"Aren't you gonna do something?" Cruz asked Jemma. "You have protocols and stuff."
"Yea… but unlike those VXs, I have free will, so… I can ignore protocol when stuff happens to my friends. And since I don't get queasy, my partner putting his finger in your bullet wound doesn't bother me, I'm not even recording this. Honestly, you should just tell us what we want to know. His mother's a doctor and I have access to unlimited anatomy information. This could get a lot worse in no time flat," she shrugged. "Where did The Albino take Scotty?"
"I'm not…" Cruz started but Leonard put more pressure in on the wound. "Alright, okay, stop! Maxwell's not The Albino. Nobody meets The Albino."
"His vitals suggest he's telling the truth, Bones. He's told us all he knows." Leonard pulled his hand out of the criminal and pulled off his gloves.
"But if Maxwell isn't The Albino, then who is?" he asked his partner.
"Hey, guys…" Uhura called over to them, holding up the vial that Scotty drank.
"It's the counter-agent to the GPS solvent Scotty took… How'd they get this? That tech is a few week old," Jemma said after she stuck her finger in the vial to run a test on it.
"They must have somebody on the inside," Leonard sighed.
"McCoy," Pike said over comms, "that's a huge accusation to have floating around the precinct."
"They gave Scotty the GPS counter-agent. How else can you explain that, unless someone from PD gave it to them?" Uhura pointed out.
"We need to look at Maxwell's priors," Leonard said.
"I've got his file up. Maxwell beat a major distribution charge," Chris said.
"It says Maxwell's case was thrown out due to lack of evidence," Jemma added. "Captain Giotto sighed for his release."
"Giotto. He's gotta be… Oh, shit," Pike said.
"Captain Pike," Giotto said over the phone in Pike's office. He was letting the team listen over comms while an officer ran a trace.
"Barry. You said you wanted to be kept in the loop regarding Detective Sulu. Out of respect, I wanted to update you. We talked to his sisters and found out that he had a boathouse out over by one of the piers. I sent a couple of my people to check it out," Chris said.
"Did you find anything?" Giotto asked.
"Nope. Someone got there before us. Probably whoever Sulu was working with. So, back to square one," Pike sighed.
"I'm sorry to hear that," the other Captain said.
"Me, too. I'll let you know if anything new pops up," Chris assured the other man.
"I appreciate the update, Chris. Keep me posted."
"You got it," Chris disconnected the call.
"Got him. He's in Hunters Point in a warehouse on Lockwood," some officer told Chris.
"We copy," Leonard said before speeding up.
"We're gonna get to Scotty in time," Jemma said.
"This is my fault," he muttered.
"No, it's not. You do know that if bad stuff didn't happen you'd be out of a job."
Leonard smiled, "You're annoying."
"Only because I'm right."
"I'll save Scotty from the DX. Go," Jemma said before running after the android that was shooting at their friend.
Leonard nodded and ran off after Giotto. The captain fired a few shots at him but kept running though the shipyard. Leonard shot back until he ran out of bullets. Giotto tried to shoot at him again but Leonard grabbed the first thing he could and threw it, hitting the gun out of the other man's hand. It turned into a scuffle for the captain's weapon.
"You stupid cop." Giotto growled. Leonard almost had it. "I'll bury you like your idiot friend Sulu."
"He was a good cop. A good man."
"He was stupid. He should've let it go. I'm a captain, I can kill you right now and nobody'll question it. You're unstable at best." Giotto punched him in the ribs again but Leonard wrapped his hand around the gun. "This will be a…" Leonard pulled the trigger twice, hitting Giotto center mass.
"Bones?" Jemma asked over comms.
"I'm okay. Giotto… He…"
"Killed Sulu. Your comms are live," she said, "we all heard him."
"Well, you'll probably have a scar but no long-term damage," Stiles told Scotty as the whole group goofed off in the bullpen.
"A scar? How big of a scar?" the engineer asked.
"Not too big," Pike chuckled. "Don't worry about it. Chicks dig scars."
"We do, it's a weakness," Uhura smiled.
"That so?" Scotty asked with a smile at the female detective.
"It's a sign of bravery and masculinity. Means you're a survivor," Jemma was looking at Scotty but Leonard had a feeling that she was talking to him too. He thought of his leg as a reminder of what happened when it really should be a reminder that he survived.
"You did a great job, Scotty," Leonard smiled.
"I'll be ready for my next assignment in a couple of weeks," the engineer told them.
"Uh, yea, that's up to the captain," Leonard told his friend. Chris sent him a death glare.
"We'll see," Pike chuckled. "Good job, people."
"I think I need a drink," Stiles sighed.
"I'm down with that," Uhura chuckled.
Chris smiled, "I'll even buy."
"I'm definitely in," Scotty said.
"I wouldn't mind tagging along," Jemma told them. "Bones?"
"Yea, I could use a drink," he said to his partner just as Yuki Sulu walked into the bullpen. "Yuki."
"Thank you, Leo," Hikaru's younger sister gave him a tight hug before looking at the whole group. "Thank you all for proving that my brother was the man and the cop I always knew he was."
"You are very welcome, Officer Sulu," Pike said. Yuki thanked them again before she left the precinct.
"You okay?" Jemma asked him.
"Yea. Just… wished I could've helped Hikaru before Giotto killed him," Leonard sighed. The whole group gave him a nod or sad smile.
"You're a good person, Bones," Jemma gave his shoulder squeeze.
"Getting back there," he sighed. "So, Quark's?"
"Ah, a genuine cop bar. Um, any chance we can get into a bar fight?" Scotty asked.
"No," the whole team told the Scot as they all pulled on jackets and shut off computers.
"That's no fun."