The Demon Of The Nine-Nine
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo or Brooklyn 99 in any way, shape, or form. They belong to their respective owners.
Daimen Evermere: Not sure if that was sarcasm but the hospital is a sitcom, a very old one called Scrubs.
Grudgematch: I'm glad and you'll find out this chapter!
Jebest4781: Thanks man!
Skue787: I hope so. The last thing I want is to make everyone come across OOC.
TheClowningPrince: Six has certainly improved a little from his time as a Spartan; not as much as the version in my Fast and Noble story, but enough that he knows how to comfort people. There is a pretty good chance that Six will get a harem, but if he does then it won't be a ridiculous size like I've seen in some fics where the MC has a harem of about thirty women.
Angry lil Elf: Thanks for the review, man. If Six has one redeeming/good quality then it has to be his care for his fellow man; a trait that he shared with Jorge. The case is heavily inspired by a Lethal Weapon episode from the series that in my opinion was alright. It doesn't handle a candle to the original film, but still good little series to watch.
It's a little late now but yeah, that idea does sound interesting. Would you be using a Lore-Dragonborn?
Darth Ralan: I think that some of the higher ups in the NYPD would know but it wouldn't be common knowledge since why would a multibillionaire have a day job?
Guest: Glad you liked it.
Meatbag?! I see somebody is a HK-47 fan.
And no comment, lol.
FallenMetalGod: You're welcome! And after seeing the recording Jake, Charles, Rosa, and all the other officers see just how relenting Six can be; you really wouldn't want him or any Spartan for that matter to be after you.
G-AME5: Thanks!
Daua002: Thanks man, hopefully this chapter was worth the wait.
Krieger Techpriest: Fortunately for them Six is pretty chill. And they might need a cold shower to cool off, lol.
Hotshot6: I think that Six and House would get along like a house on fire, pun intended.
Sm0key Panda: That he is.
ActualTurtle3: I appreciate the kind words, thanks.
Master of the Underworld: I thought about it but decided not to in the end.
Savior16: Tanking a few bullets, just an ordinary afternoon for a Spartan. And like I said up top, the higherups know that Six is the owner of Noble Industries since it would be on his file but it won't be common knowledge. That'll probably change now though.
And you're right, if Six wasn't so Noble he no doubt would be getting very well acquainted with the nurses whenever he visited. Fortunately for them, he has some self-control and respect for them.
War Sage: I'm glad you liked it.
Yeah, they might just need a cold shower to calm down, lol.
Six would be having the ultimate orgy with the nurses at Sacred Heart.
AtomicGod666: No worries, you're not the only one. I only hope that writing the cast of Scrubs properly and not making them seem OOC.
Denalian: You're welcome and I'm glad that you liked it. How exactly Six and Dot escaped Reach will eventually be brought up, but it has nothing to do with the Forerunner ship or anything related to the Forerunners.
pj6778457: Thanks!
Please Drink Bleach: Thanks, and hopefully it didn't disappoint.
Guest: Here you go!
Brainstorm Sorcerer: I'm glad that it was worth the wait, and hopefully this one will be too! And I thought about making JD faint, but it felt like I would just be ripping it straight from the Scrubs episode if I did, hence why I had him throwing up instead. Perhaps him tenderly holding a woman's hand could be his signature move, despite his size he's surprisingly gentle when he needs to be.
I doubt that Six would care enough. If anyone were to say anything then I think that it would be whoever is with him. Also, Kelso cares for his patients too...he just has to play the part of the uncaring boss, something that started to fade away as the seasons of Scrubs went on. I think that the worse that Cox and Carla would have seen Six would probably be after a fight with a Cyberpsycho since they're really the only ones that can hurt him at the minute.
Every time that I imagine Hellboy it will always be Ron Pearlman. That man is the definitive Hellboy for me, always will be. I think that if they ever were going to make another movie to finish the franchise, though it seems unlikely now, then it would have to be CGI or animated since Ron's is getting up there in age now.
Franklinroosevelt2000: I'm glad!
Tiberius Ogdivan II: I am planning on incorporating other shows into this universe that way Six won't just be following the plot of Brooklyn 99.
Guest: You wanted another chapter? Then here you go!
Guest: While Six x Miranda might be a good pairing, I've always been partial to Six x FemShep, but that might just be because I've a weakness for redheads, lol.
Guest: Hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint.
Slaggedfire: No worries.
Bubbles906: It's definitely worth a watch. I might do couple of one-shots showing a what-if scenario if the others don't win the bet.
HyenaMan: I'm toying with the idea of including Two Broke Girls since it's based in New York, along with another New York-based sitcom.
Chapter 17
Feeling a headache manifesting as he was bombarded with numerous questions, Six stood patiently and listened to each and every one from the enthusiastic civilians that flooded the room and wished to know more about Jericho Reach; a ridiculous notion. There really was nothing special about him...well, aside from being a supersoldier from the twenty-sixth century; but they didn't need to know that.
"Are you really Jericho Reach?"
"What's your secret for staying in shape?"
"Why did you start up Noble Industries?"
"How did you get all those scars?"
"What's it like being one of the richest people on the planet?"
"Have you ever thought about running for President?"
"Is it true that you once turned down a Nobel prize for your work in Cybernetics?"
"W-Wait, what?" Amy spluttered out. Sharply looking at Jericho, she was disappointed when he showed no reaction to the question; she made a mental note to ask him again when they were alone.
Finally having enough, Dr Cox whistled sharply to get the room attention. "All right, everyone that doesn't need to be in here, leave." He said thumbing over to the door. His eye twitched when nobody reacted. Worse, that nobody was listening to him. As if he had been waiting for this moment his entire life, his face lit up greatly unnerving those that worked under him.
"Sorry, sorry." Cox apologized through a cheerful laugh. "I probably wasn't making myself clear, so let me rephrase it." Closing his eyes, he took a deep, calming breath to compose himself before his eyes snapped open, revealing the hidden fury within. "UNLESS YOU WANT BOOT UP YOUR ASS, GET OUT!" He roared, terrifying each and every one of them and watched in sweet satisfaction as they fled the room.
Rolling her dark brown eyes at his antics, Carla continued wiping the blood from Jericho's muscular back; something that she had done hundreds of times over the last eight years since meeting him. As she did, she noticed that his partner was also among the people that were leaving. "You can stay, Amy."
"But I don't want his boot up my ass." Amy whimpered, stopping, and turning to look at Carla. She wondered if she should try hiding behind Jericho for safety, but then remembered the horrific state of his back when Dr Cox had turned him around to scar the intern, showing how injured he really was because he had protected her, shielded her from the bullets and ultimately saved her life.
Laughing a little, Carla looked at Amy. "Oh, don't let his tough-guy act scare you; he's a big pussy cat at heart."
"A big pussy cat, you say?"
Hearing the intern finally speak up after removing the contents of his stomach, Amy watched as he tilted his head slightly and gained a distant look in his playful blue eyes, his smile turning whimsical. "Um, is he all right?"
"JD always does that." The surgeon told her, revealing the interns name...or at least a nickname. "Christopher Turk." He introduced himself, then smiled smoothly at Amy. "How you doing, girl?"
"What the hell was that Bob?" Dr Cox demanded, preventing Amy from answering.
Kelso responded with an upbeat chuckle. "Oh, relax Perry. After everything that everyone has been through today, they could use something to take their minds off it all...and what could possibly be better than meeting the esteemed Jericho Reach? Owner of Noble Industries and one of the top bachelor's in the world?"
"Robert." Six addressed Kelso, his voice cutting through the room and silencing everyone. "Under the normal circumstance I would be mildly amused with the antics between you and Percival."
Carla lifted a brow questionably. "You would?"
"You sonofabitch!"
Turk laughed. "Percival, that's your name?!"
"But civilians have been murdered and that is something that I will not tolerate." Six declared firmly, not caring about Perry's outrage right now since he had more pressing matters on his mind. "Now, if you're all finished wasting my time, X-ray me, remove the bullets, stitch me up and I can be on my way."
Not even waiting for a response, Six got off the bed and walked past everyone. Stopping in front of Amy, he grabbed his dog-tags, pulled them over his neck and placed them gently in the palm of her hand along with his phone. "Look after these."
"O-Okay." Amy voiced through a blush, finding the authoritativeness in his tone rather sexy...that, and she was inches away from his perfectly sculpted chest.
With his possessions handed over to Amy, Six walked past her and tried to leave the room only for something to come rushing from around the corner and slammed into his chest, something blonde. Looking down at the person that had bumped into him, he saw that it was a young woman, possibly an intern considering her age. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, her bright blue eyes were behind her red glasses and judging from her nasolabial folds laughed or smiled a lot.
"Oh my god, I'm so...so, um," The blonde interns trailed off as she stared at the muscular chest that she had bumped into, a silly smile growing across her face. "Wow, you're in incredible shape." She complimented breathlessly, idly wondering how it would feel to be pressed up against him. Looking up, she blushed at the handsome, albeit scarred stranger.
Appreciating the compliment, Six was slowly started to feel frustrated with all these interruptions. "Thank you, but if you'll excuse me."
"Oh, right! Sorry." She spluttered out an apology, shaken from her stupor. He moved to the left, as did she. Stepping to the right, so did she. This went on for a few seconds before she squeaked when he grabbed her under the arms, although some would've mistaken it for a whimper, and effortlessly lifted her off the ground and placed her to one side like a father punishing his child; oh yeah, he could her daddy whenever he wanted...wait.
Before she could think too hard on it, the handsome man left the room followed by Doctor Cox who somehow looked more annoyed than ever. Turning around, she caught a quick glimpse of red before the two disappeared around the corner.
"Who was that?"
"Jericho Reach." Carla answered nonchalantly, feeling incredibly turned on after witnessing his sexy display of power.
The blonde did a double take. "Jericho Reach, that was The Jericho Reach?!" She spluttered out, trying to process that she had just slammed her face into one of the most influential figures of the twenty-first century and essentially her grand boss.
"Yep."
"I never imagined that he would be so...handsome."
"Hmmm"
Feeling a little jealous, Turk looked to JD for support. "I'm more handsome than him, right pal?" When he got no response, he knocked him with his elbow pulling him from whatever fantasy he was imagining.
"He does love his belly rubbed."
Carla looked at JD with a knowing look. "You imagined Dr Cox as a cat, didn't you Bambi?"
"I did." JD smiled back, not even trying to deny it. "But he was one of those grumpy cats, the kind that secretly enjoys having a good fuss, a little scratch behind the ear but are quick to turn on you at a moment's notice; you've really got to look out for the signs."
Doctor Kelso smiled at JD, a grandfatherly twinkle behind his eyes. "Indeed you do, Sport." He chuckled lightly, before it quickly fell. "We're leaving, Ted."
"Okay." Ted answered, making everyone in the room jump as he appeared out of nowhere.
"I didn't even notice Ted was in here." Turk admitted to the others.
Ted turned quickly. "No-one ever does!"
"No-one cares, Ted!"
Bowing his head, Ted followed Kelso. "I know, sir."
"I trust that you have something that can shed some light on this tragedy." Captain Holt asked Charles, Jake, and Rosa as the three stood in his office after returning moments ago from the crime scene with Terry standing off at the side.
Taking the initiative, Jake stepped forward. "Thanks to my incredible deduction skills," While Charles agreed with him, Rosa rolled her eyes. "I noticed on the security camera that one of the waitresses spotted the shooter and fled before he opened fire."
"It might just be a fight or flight response, but we want to follow it up since it's the only lead we have right now." Rosa told the captain, following up after Jake.
Holt nodded. "Agreed. Boyle and Peralta can follow up on that. As for you Diaz, I want to to head down to the interrogation room and relive Hitchcock and Scully whose methods have been rather...ineffectual in getting the shooter to cooperate."
"You got it, Captain."
Just as Holt was about to dismiss them, Charles suddenly spoke. "Have we heard anything back about Amy and Jericho?"
"No. Not yet."
"Don't worry, Charles." Terry said reassuringly. "Amy and Jericho will be fine." He insisted through a smile, even if he was just as worried about the two of them like everyone else at the precinct.
"I hope so...it looked pretty bad on the camara." Charles muttered under his breath.
Hearing him, Holt leaned forward. "The camara caught the moment he was shot?"
"Yeah." Charles answered solemnly. "Jericho shielded Amy from the bullets as the shooter opened fire and was shot several times in the back. Even as he was shot, he grabbed his gun and fired back at them, which another camara showed was right in the shoulder."
"And he didn't even flinch!" Jake proclaimed, cutting Charles off. "He didn't even seem to acknowledge the bullets, which only further proves my Terminator theory," He watched Holt carefully, gauging his reaction to prove whether he was too...and was less disappointed when he just stared blankly, or perhaps he was smiling, it was impossible to tell. "He then chases them into the penthouse, gets shot in the face..."
"WHAT?!"
Ignoring Terry outburst, Jake continued. "His blood sprayed across the wall and rather than screaming and cradling his face like anyone else would have done in his place, he barely acknowledges it again,
"Which was hot."
Those that were standing scooted away from Rosa upon hearing her growl, although Charles looked heartbroken. "Yeah," Jake began awkwardly, not sure whether he should be saluting or pitying Jericho for getting Rosa of all people to lust after him. "Anywho, as I was saying. Being shot in the fact didn't even seem to faze him before he disappeared around the corner and within like a minute had apprehended the shooter and was dragging him through the penthouse."
"Hmmm. His file does state that he has a high tolerance for pain." Holt remarked nonchalantly, showing no reaction to what he had just heard.
"Yeah, but there is a high pain-tolerance and what Jericho pulled off. It was almost...inhuman." Jake suddenly gasped, his eyes lighting up in realization. "Of course, it all makes sense now."
Ignoring Jake as he started rambling, Terry looked at Charles and Rosa. "And what about Amy?"
"Fine. Traumatized, but she'll live." Rosa answered indifferently, playing it off...even if she was worried about Amy; not that she'd ever admit it out loud.
"Being traumatized isn't fine, Rosa."
Rosa snorted, clearly disagreeing with Terry. "It adds character."
"I know that you're worried about Reach and Santiago." Captain Holt voiced, silencing everyone in his office. "But for the time being focus on the tasks that you have all been assigned. The moment that we receive word from the hospital regarding the condition of Reach and status of Santiago, I will notify you all. Dismissed."
After being scanned by the X-Ray, the advances in medical technology allowing Dot to falsify the reports to prevent anyone from detecting that his bones were denser than any baseline human, Six could be found back in the hospital room getting the bullets removed and stitched up. As he did, he grimaced a little.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt? Amazing what a little prick can do to ruin your day, isn't it?" Cox said scathingly as he finished removing the last of the bullet fragments from his back, a clang filling the room as he placed it in the metal pan along with the others. "You're lucky that I'm not just leaving them in."
"Would that not be in direct violation of the Declaration of Geneva?"
"...You think you're so smart, don't you?"
"Not at all." Six replied, answering Cox. "I am merely reminding you of your oath." He voiced casually, unknowingly earning a deep scowl from him and a smile from Carla, the latter watching the two friends interact. And yes, they were friends even if the two would fiercely deny it. They were both as stubborn as one another, how could they not be?
"Damn my oath."
Looking down at the pan, Carla frowned. " I've lost count how many times you've come in to be treated for bullet wounds...but this is definitely the first time you come in with just fragments."
"If it had been anyone else, they would have been dead; unfortunate all these muscles keep him alive." Cox remarked dryly as he finished on stitching him up. "There, done. Now that you've finished bleeding everywhere, I can actually go and check up on patients that I can somewhat tolerate."
"Hm."
"And just as a little favour to me, if you're planning on going out and getting shot again do you reckon that you could try crouching? That way, if there really is a God, the bullet will go right through the skull. That would be swell." Cox finished with a smile.
"No promises."
Cox tutted in faux disappointment. "Welp, here's hoping." Not even saying goodbye, he turned and left the room leaving Six and Carla along in the room.
"I think that it's going to be a while until he forgives you for the Percival comment."
Six looked at Carla. "If I have to suffer, so can he." He declared firmly, then pushed himself up off the bed and glanced over his shoulder to check on the stiches...or as much as he could before looking at the pan that was filled with blood and bullet fragments. "Could you do me a favour?"
"Hmmm?"
"Could you bag those bullet fragments for me?" Six asked getting an odd look from Carla. "There is something different about those fragments and I plan to get to the bottom of it."
"Sure." Carla nodded before walking over to one of the cupboards, opened the draw and pulled out a couple of bags. Double bagging it so the fragments wouldn't split the bag, she walked back over and carefully placed the bullet fragments into the bag with the tweezers.
Taking the bag off her, Six offered a small nod. "Thanks, Carla. I need to get going; I still have a job to do."
"Don't you always?" Carla smiled playfully, though there was a hint of seriousness in her tone. "I know it'll only fall on deaf ears but try not to anything strenuous to open up your stiches."
"I'll do what's necessary."
"How did I know you were going to say that?" Carla asked with a heavy sigh, not surprised by his answer one bit. "Just..." She started to say only to be silenced when Jericho gently took her hand in his and gave it a comforting squeeze making her smile.
"I know." Six answered, gently caressing his thumb across the back of her hand. "And if anything does happen, I know where to come."
Caressing the back of his hand, Carla pulled herself to him and slipped her arms around his muscular body while being careful not to aggravate his wound and hugged him. She smiled when Jericho wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "It's amazing how far that charm of yours will get you."
"Hm."
Knowing that he had to go, Carla pulled back a little but still remained in his arms. "Try not to get yourself killed." She whispered softly and smiled when Jericho brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. It was times like this that she wished that he would just pick her up and kiss her passionately; something that she had been wishing that he would do for the last eight years.
Not just her lips, but every inch of her body. She had lost count how many times she had fantasied about him tearing her clothes off, throwing her onto the bed, onto the floor and fucked her senseless. It didn't help that she had seen the monster that he had between his legs dozens of times during his medical evaluations which she couldn't get out of her head; and even then it was flaccid.
She often caught herself wondering how big it would be fully erect, easily the length of her face and definitely a two-hander; it was a thought that had helped her through many lonely nights in her apartment. But for all her wild fantasies, Jericho was far too much of a gentlemen to do anything like that...as much as it pained her.
"No promises." Six commented, oblivious to what Carla was thinking. Pulling away, he said goodbye before turning and left the room to find Amy who he suspected to be in the waiting area. While he wanted to get back to the precinct as soon as possible, he needed to make one more stop first.
Sitting back in the waiting room, Amy looked at the dog tags that were spread out in the palm of her hand allowing her to read the names that were engraved across the metal. She had read the names a couple of times now and quickly understood why Jericho had called his company Noble Industries.
Carter-A259/Noble One.
Kat-B320/Noble Two.
Jun-A266/Noble Three.
Emile-A239/Noble Four.
Jorge-052/Noble Five.
Jericho-B312/Noble Six.
The more that she learned about Jericho's life the more she realized just how terrible it had been. Not only had he lost his parents, which they had learned from Terry had been when he had been a kid, leaving him orphaned with no extended family to take him in, but he had also lost an entire team...was that what he meant when he told Charles that his friends were dead?
Jericho had been a cop for a decade now, had he really not allowed himself to grow close to anybody in that time? She got the impression that he, Carla, and Dr Cox were pretty close, especially the latter considering that their relationship paralleled his and Rosa, but perhaps the friendship was one-sided. Whoever Carter, Kat, Jun, Emile, and Jorge had been, they clearly meant a great deal to Jericho.
Not only had he named the company after them, but he continued to wear their dog tags even after all this time and...
"Ready?"
Jumping when Jericho managed to sneak up on her, Amy looked up only for her cheeks to heat up when she found herself staring directly at his incredible abs. Biting her lip, she privately wondered if they felt as good as they looked. All she wanted to do was rub her fingers over them and...
"Amy."
Hearing her voice, Amy was quickly pulled from her inappropriate thoughts...but thoughts that lingered like Scully's foot odour. Burying them away, she offered him his dog tags back and watched as he slipped them over his neck; once they were she handed him his gun and holster.
Taking back his weapon, even if he would've preferred to be using his magnum rather than a Glock, Six offered his hand out for Amy who smiled, grabbing it without hesitation and pulled the brunette to her feet. Nodding over towards the door, he silently told her that they were leaving and made his way towards them.
Following behind Jericho, Amy looked at the stiches that were covering his already scarred, but muscular back. Once again, a terrible feeling of guilt washed over her knowing that he had been hurt, could've been killed because of her. Trying her hardest to bury that feeling away, she took a deep, silent breath to compose herself. She was a detective for Christ's sake, time to start acting like it.
Leaving through the automatic doors and stepping outside, Amy stepped out into the warm sunlight and took a breath of fresh air through her nose, glad to no longer be smelling the disinfectant of the hospital; just one of the reasons she hated going. Walking beside Jericho, she watched as several news vans raced through the parking lot before the side doors opened with the reporters and cameramen jumping out.
"Come on, hurry up! I'm not about to miss my chance in interviewing the Jericho Reach; it'll be the story of the century!" One of the reporters announced, rushing past Six and Amy and towards the hospital, although they did send a wary glance to the former as they past.
Hearing what they said, Amy was utterly confused when they ran past them. "Don't they..."
"When people imagine what Jericho Reach looks like it's not me that they think of." Six told Amy, cutting her off. "They imagine the stereotypical playboy. Handsome, flawless skin, a winning smile, and a beautiful woman on each arm; just one of the reasons I'm not CEO of the company."
While Amy hadn't seen him smile, but he definitely ticked the handsome box. "And what's the other?"
"Because I'm not an attractive sight." Six answered plainly as they reached the Chevelle. "We need to make one final stop to my penthouse." He stated, unlocking the car for them both.
"Penthouse? You own a penthouse?" Amy asked excitingly, guessing that was what the property in the city was that she saw on his phone along with Rosa and Gina. "And are you allowed to drive?"
"Hm." Six grunted. "I wish to get showered to remove the excess blood, along with getting changed and grabbing a different car whilst I'm at it." He said, gesturing to the blood that covered the seat.
"Okay." Amy nodded, then frowned when she looked at the horror show that was his seat. "And um, do you want to sit on my jacket?"
"No." Six politely declined, opening the door and jumped into the Chevelle. "It's not the first time I've sat in my own blood."
Following suit, Amy opened her own door and climbed in. "...It's not?" She asked slowly, closing her door and placing her seatbelt on just as the engine powered up.
"No." Six confirmed before putting his foot down making the hydrogen engine roar to life and making Amy squeal as she was thrown back into her seat, the front of the Chevelle lifting off the ground as it pulled away making her hold on for dear life; smoke coming from the back tires as the wheels spun, burning across the asphalt as they raced through the parking lot and headed to his penthouse.
It was around twenty minutes that they reached the black-themed apartment building after racing through the city at speeds that Amy never expected a 69' muscle car to achieve; clearly Jericho had done more than just upgrade the interior. Driving down the slight incline, they stopped outside the garage door that opened the moment they arrived.
Placing her hand on her chest, Amy took a deep breath and worked on controlling her pounding heart that hadn't stopped from the moment that Jericho had put his foot down, and only increased as he raced through New York, weaving in and out of the traffic and drifting around corner, looking in complete control with him not making a single move out of place. It was both terrifying...and incredibly sexy at the same time.
As Jericho drove into the garage, Amy's jaw dropped and suddenly realized that Rosa had barely scratched the surface of the cars that he owned. The term garage seemed to be too generous, the entire floor was filled with numerous vehicles from muscles cars, sportscars, supercars, hyper cars, vintage cars, and even motorbikes that were lined up on both sides of the massive room; all of which must have cost millions to own them all.
Pulling up and parking between a matte black Pontiac GTO and Dodge Charger that she had seen him driving during his first week at the precinct, Jericho switched the engine off and climbed out without a word. Following his example, Amy opened the door and got out of the Chevelle. Closing the door, she looked around the garage with her eyes lightening up like a child in a candy store.
"Coming?"
Hearing Jericho, Amy turned to see him already walking off and heading towards the elevator that could be seen on the other side of the room. Quickly rushing after him, her footsteps echoed throughout the massive garage and quickly caught up to him. Following him, they reached the end of the room and entered the garage.
Stepping inside, she watched as Jericho leaned over and tap the touch-screen control panel. Before he did, she managed to see the floor layout.
Level 6: Penthouse.
Level 5: Gymnasium.
Level 4: Simulation Room.
Level 3: Laboratory.
Level 2: Workshop.
Level 1: Entrance.
Level 0: Garage.
Amy watched as Jericho tapped the floor for the penthouse making the door close and felt the elevator shift as it began to ascend. Standing in silence, she waited for a few moments before they reached the seventh floor with the door opening revealing a massive room.
Stepping out of the elevator and into the penthouse, Amy looked around in wonder, blown away by the sheer size of the room that was easily ten times the size of her little apartment. Glancing to the left of the elevator door, she spotted a sleek black piano that was sitting in the corner near the large living room/seating area that two black, leather couches which were positioned in an L formation along with a coffee table, the flooring covered with black marble tiling.
In front of the couches was a large fireplace that must have looked amazing when it was fired up, warming up the entire penthouse. Looking to her right, she saw plants growing behind that glass panel that were growing up through the pebbles; and behind the plants she saw a staircase that led up to the second floor.
"I won't be long." Jericho told Amy, drawing her attention. "You're welcome to sit whether you wish." He added, then walked off and headed up the L-shaped staircase on the other side of the room that led up to the next floor.
Standing awkwardly, Amy watched as Jericho disappeared upstairs leaving her alone. Her curiosity getting the better of her, she slowly wandered around the luxurious penthouse. To her right, she spotted a large kitchen area. The floor was covered with the same black marble tiles as the living room with the counters circling the room that were coloured a maroon red with while marble tops, along with a stainless-steel refrigerator.
And in the centre of the room was a small counter that acted as both a table and workspace, one that she noticed had a hotplate, knifes, and chopping board one side, while on the other was a set of two chairs. In the back, just past the kitchen was a small dining area that housed a large table and chairs; but considering that Jericho lived alone it was unlikely that he used it...or maybe he did but just ate alone.
That thought saddened her more than she thought it would.
Walking past the kitchen, Amy continued looking around the penthouse. Wandering around the other side of the fireplace, she was stunned to find a large bar hidden away, along with various bottles of alcohol in the cases and sitting on the shelf on the back wall, all of which that looked to be the finest quality; the benefits of being a multibillionaire, she guessed.
It wasn't just a bar, either. In front of the fireplace there was another black, leather couch that was facing away and positioned directly in front of the large flatscreen television that was installed on the wall, along with a couple of chairs down the side. There was no doubt in her mind that the others would kill to spend their Friday nights there rather than going to Shaw's...especially since they wouldn't have to pay for their drinks.
Heading back the way she came; she walked past the staircase that Jericho had headed up that also had plants growing through the stones. Spotting another room in the back, she walked down the marble flooring that had the same stones on both side with more plants growing up through them. However, the focus point without a doubt was the waterfall that ran down the wall on the left side, a thin layer of vapour escaping.
Enjoying the sound of the tranquil water, Amy walked into the back room that had wooden flooring to find yet another bar as she entered. "Maybe Jericho has a drinking problem." She mused in her mind, and after everything that he had endured, she really couldn't blame him. That being said, he didn't exhibit the signs typically found in Alcoholics.
Forgetting about the bar and the possibility of Jericho being an alcoholic, Amy looked around the room to find a luxurious poker table in the corner sitting on a green rug, along with four chairs, one on each side with another fireplace behind it. Running along the wall was a large bookshelf that was filled with books, something that had her attention from the get-go, not to mention various art pieces along the wall.
Over in the corner, hidden away was a L-shaped desk that had a computer sitting on it, one that looked state-of-the-art. And behind that was another couple of shelves with several folders stored on them. While curious about what was in them, she wasn't going to pry...even if she really wanted too.
All in all, Jericho's penthouse was incredible! And to think she had only seen the first floor. She had no idea what was on the second, well, aside from his bedroom and bathroom. But if what she had seen was any indication, she suspected that it would be just as amazing.
While she really would have liked to take a closer look at those books, feeling them calling to her, she knew that Jericho would be back down any minute now. With that thought in mind, she made her way back through the penthouse and over to the living room. Sitting down in the leather couch, she patted her legs anxiously as she waited for Jericho to come back down.
Sitting there, a deafening silence filled the room. Glancing out the window, she looked at New York but couldn't hear the city like she could from her apartment, the room clearly been soundproofed. As she continued to wait, her mind started to linger...and just like when she had been waiting for Jericho to return from being X-Rayed and stitched up, her thoughts returned to the shooting.
She remembered the sounds of the bullets going off, the bangs filling the air as she was protected by Jericho. She remembered him turning, blood oozing out of his wounds and covering his shirt before pursuing after the shooter. Then came the screams, the harrowing screams that sent a chill down her spine as the people from the party cried out for help, held their loved ones that had been shot or killed.
The visceral memory of dead teenagers across the ground entered her mind, as did the pool turning red when the blood mixed with the water as bodies floated across the surface. Their cold, dead eyes staring at her, silently accusing her for not doing more, blaming her for their deaths.
Her lips trembled, her guilt and self-loathing crippling her. Feeling her eyes beginning to water, Amy took a deep breath to compose herself, desperately trying to bury those thought away. She was a cop; she had been trained to deal with this at the academy. The more she tried, the more the memories replayed in her head like a broken record, refusing to go away.
Suddenly hearing footsteps, she looked over to the staircase to see Jericho walking down them. His black hair was darker than usual, still wet and slicked back. And he was wearing a white buttoned shirt with a black waistcoat over it, black pants, and polished black shoes; overall looking rather debonair.
"Ready?" Jericho asked, too focused on doing his black tie up than looking at her.
"Yep." Amy replied a little too quickly. Jumping off the couch, she hurried over to the door not wanting Jericho to know that there was anything wrong. He had already been hurt, never killed because of her because...a strong, but gentle hand rested on her shoulder interrupting her depressing train of thought.
"Amy."
Hearing the gentleness in his voice, Amy closed her eyes. "I'm fine." She promised, still refusing to look at Jericho. His hand tightened around her shoulder, giving it a small comforting squeeze before she was pulled around. Slowly looking up, she found Jericho staring down at her, concern in his deep blue eyes. Her cheeks heated up when his hand suddenly came up and cupped one of her cheeks gently, his thumb brushing across her skin and wiped away the tears that started the form.
"Your tears say otherwise."
Feeling the warmth from his hand, Amy felt her heart pounding against her chest and struggled to find her words. "I..."
"What you're feeling is perfectly natural, Amy." Jericho told her, his voice soft and reassuring as he wiped away her tears. "Seeing dead civilians should never be taken lightly, you have nothing to feel ashamed about."
"I was trained..."
"No amount of training will ever prepare you for seeing dead civilians; the fact that you endured and continued on even after witnessing everything that you did speaks volumes. And just one of the reasons why you'll make Captain someday."
Amy smiled a little. "...You think?"
"Hm." Jericho acknowledged through a grunt. "You care about people, that much I have seen during my two weeks at the Nine-Nine. The fact that you're affected so deeply shows that you're in touch with your humanity; never lose sight of that. It is the one thing that will keep you grounded, keep you human." He voiced comfortingly. Her tears all but gone, he pulled away much to Amy's disappointment, then held his hand out. "Come on, we still have a job to do."
Not thinking twice, Amy slipped her fingers through his and smiled when Jericho offered a reassuring squeeze, followed by an encouraging tug. Not needing much persuasion, she followed him into the elevator and watched as he pressed the garage floor. Even as the door closed and the room shifted, his hand never left hers. Feeling safe in his presence, she rested her head on his large, muscular arm.
"Thanks, Jericho." Amy whispered as she brought her other hand up and rubbed the back of his tenderly. "You know, you're not as bad as you think you are."
"Don't tell anyone."
Amy smiled at his retort. "Don't worry, it'll be our little secret." She said just as the elevator stopped and the door opened. Still holding his hand, she followed Jericho as they stepped into the garage and made their way through the large room leaving her to wonder what car he was taking considering that his Chevrolet Chevelle was still covered with his blood; at least the seat was.
She got her answered when they approached a pepper grey 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500 that had black racing stripes, which like the rest of the cars in the garage looked to be in pristine condition despite the fact that it was forty-seven years old.
A little disappointed when Jericho's hand slipped from hers, Amy walked around the Mustang. Pushing the button to open the door, she climbed in and plopped herself down in the comfortable leather seat. Looking around the interior, she noticed that just like the Chevelle it had been modernized with the added addition of a touchscreen in the centre of the dash.
Before she could look too deeply, Jericho climbed. Closing the door, he strapped himself in, an action that she quickly mirrored, then turned the key that was already in the ignition with the engine powering up on the first attempt before he slowly pulled away and headed through the garage and towards the exit. Passing the other cars, they reached the door that opened the moment that they arrived leaving Amy to wonder if there was a sensor that detected them.
As they left the garage, Amy was left confused when Jericho headed up the incline and back onto the main road. "Um, don't you need to lock the garage?" She asked, only to be thrown back into her seat when he pulled away.
"The A.I has that covered."
"A.I? What A.I?"
"The one that monitors the building."
While she had heard about the apparent artificial intelligences that he had built and installed in his cars to allow him to call them from his phone, at least that was what Rosa had told her and Gina, she was still surprised how casually he mentioned it. "You have an A.I monitoring the building?" She repeated, still trying to wrap her head around it.
Even with all the advances that Noble Industries had made over the ten years, that she guessed that Jericho had made or at least had some small part in since it was his company, the mere thought of actual Artificial Intelligences was mind blowing. And the fact that Jericho had built them himself hinted at how intelligent he was. Privately, she wondered what his IQ was.
"Who do you think let us in?"
"That's...a good point." Amy murmured, not really thinking about it before. Her eyes suddenly widened. Did that mean that Jericho's A.I, assuming that it was sentient enough to do so would tell him that she had been snooping around his penthouse whilst he had been having a shower. God, she hoped not. But it wasn't like she had some nefarious reason, she was just a little curious was all, there was nothing wrong with that...right?
What had started out as just popping out to grab some lunch, the two detectives finally returned to the precinct. Heading into the parking lot and finding an empty spot, Six switched the engine off and climbed out of the Mustang, one of the two that he currently owned. Waiting for Amy to get out, once she did, he locked the car and placed the key into his pocket before the two made their way out onto the street and towards the entrance to the building.
The second that they stepped into the building they were greeted by their fellow officers that were glad to see that they were both okay, no doubt being informed about the shooting that had gone down; although they looked more surprised to see Six up and walking around with nothing to show for his injuries other than a stitched-up face.
Reassuring everyone that they were fine, Six and Amy walked up the stairs and headed into the elevator. Hitting the button, the door closed, and the elevator shifted as it headed up to the fourth floor. Waiting for a few moments, the room jolted slightly and the door opened with Amy stepping out first, followed by Six.
Stepping out of the elevator, they were immediately greeted by the squad. "How are you here?!" Jake cried out, jumping up from his desk and wasted no time in heading over to Six and Amy, shortly followed by everyone else but Captain Holt and Rosa.
"By driving here."
Not missing a beat, Jake continued. "But you were shot...like, you know, repeatedly in the back." He reminded as everyone surrounded Six and Amy. "Shouldn't you be resting in a hospital bed or something, surrounded by beautiful nurses?"
"And deprive a patient of a bed?" Six asked rhetorically. "The fragments have been removed; there was no need for me to remain."
"Wait, you drove here? You."
Six offered Terry a small nod. "Hm."
"You know you're not allowed to drive after having anaesthetic...right?"
"I do...but I wasn't administered anaesthetic." Six revealed to Terry, along with everyone else. "The amount that I would need for it to take effect on would best be left for patients that actually need it."
Charles looked horrified. "They removed the bullets without anaesthetic?"
"Hm."
"Didn't that hurt?"
"There was some slight discomfort."
Gina's eyes were filled with lust as she looked at Six. "You're so manly."
"How about you, Amy?" Terry suddenly asked, ignoring Gina's comment...though secretly happy that it wasn't directed at him for once. "Are you okay?" He continued; his voice filled with concern.
"I'm fine." Amy smiled, feeling much better since her talk with Jericho at his penthouse. "It would have been a lot worse if Jericho had been there."
"Yeah, we saw the security feed."
Amy looked at Jake. "You did?" She asked slowly, not even knowing that there were camaras there...although she wasn't really surprised to hear that there were. "How much did you see?"
"Pretty much everything...everything but how you took down the shooter." Jake told Amy, though the last part was directed at Jericho. "The camara in the corridor was down and has been for a while."
"I still don't get how you just managed to shrug off being shot like half a dozen times like it was nothing." Charles admitted, referring to what he had witnessed on security camera along with Jake and Rosa.
"Uncomfortably."
"Didn't seeing all those bodies bother you?" Jake asked and immediately winced realizing how insensitive it sounded. "I just mean that..."
"It always bothers me." Six answered lowly, cutting Jake off. "But walk among enough mass graves and the sight becomes as familiar as your own heartbeat."
The room fell silent after Six had dropped that bombshell on everyone. "...have you seen many?" Jake asked quietly, breaking the silence, and voicing what was on everyone's mind.
"Hm."
"I'm guessing that was when you were in the military."
"Hm." Six grunted again, answering Amy.
His curiosity getting the better of him, Jake persisted. "What sort of things did you do that involve walking through mass graves?" He asked, almost dreading the answer.
"I was a Headhunter."
At first Jake said nothing before a slow grin crept across his face. "That. Sounds. Awesome!" He breathed excitingly. His smile fell a little. "What's a Headhunter?"
"Detective Reach, Santiago, could I see you in my office." Captain Holt called out across the room preventing Jake from asking anything else and Jericho from answering. Looking where the voice came from everyone found him standing outside his office before heading back inside.
Without uttering a word, Six and Amy moved past everyone and made their way across the Bullpen and towards the captain's office to see another person sitting on the couch inside the room that could be seen through the opened blinds.
"Close the door, please." Holt said as Six and Amy entered the room. Once it was, he gestured to the gentlemen that was sitting on the couch. "Detectives, allow me to introduce you to Special Agent Bennet Hirsch."
"FBI?"
"ATF." The Special Agent corrected Amy, answering her question. "I'm here because of the gun that was used at the party. Now, it appears that it was a next-gen weapon that can fire several rounds at once."
Six's eyes glazed over in thought. "While I didn't get a good look at the weapon it appeared to be a Bullpup."
"Your reputation proceeds you, Detective." Hirsch complimented. "Although I'm surprised to see you standing here so soon. I heard that you had been shot."
"You heard right."
"Do we know who manufactured the weapon?
Looking at Amy, the Special Agent answered. "Could be DARPA, could be one of several private military contractors."
"Have we learned anything from the shooter?"
"Diaz is interrogating him as we speak; but has been uncooperative so far." Captain Holt informed Six, getting a small nod from him. "The good news however is that Peralta discovered another lead. One of the waitresses was seen fleeing before the shooter opened fire."
"Do we have an identity?"
"Not yet. Boyle and Peralta are currently working on that." Holt answered Six. "But now that you're back I would like you to head down and assist Diaz."
"Actually." Hirsch began slowly, making Amy, Jericho, and Holt look at him. "I would like to take the shooter back with me to HQ."
"May I ask why?"
The Special Agent looked directly at Holt. "While this is a joint AFT-NYPD case, the shooter falls under the Bureau's jurisdiction. Not only that, but we also have the faculties to house him far better than you do right now."
While he didn't like it, Holt ceded. "Very well. Reach, could you collect him. You'll find him and Detective Diaz in Interrogation Room B."
"Yes, sir."
"And Santiago, if you could help Boyle and Peralta."
"You got it, Captain."
Once they were dismissed by Holt, Six and Amy quickly left the room and headed in opposite directions with the latter walking over to where Jake and Charles were working while the former went in the direction of the Interrogation room.
Leaving the bullpen, Six disappeared around the corner and headed down the halls to the Interrogation Room. Quickly reaching it, he opened the door that led into the room that housed the two-way mirror. Heading inside, he found Rosalita standing inside rather than within the Interrogation Room before she looked over her shoulder when she heard the door open.
"You're back."
Closing the door, Six walked over to where she was standing. "Your skills of observation never fail to impress me, Rosalita."
"Fuck you." Rosa retorted while fighting back a smirk. "Just surprised to see you is all. Your back looked pretty messed up on the camera. I'd bring up your face, but that was already fucked up."
Standing next to Rosalita, Six looked into the Interrogation Room to see the shooter handcuffed to the table. "Is that concern I hear? Didn't think you had it in you."
"Hardly."
"If you say so." Six commented dryly and noticed Rosalita glaring up at him from the corner of his eye. "Still only a three." He added, watching in amusement as her glare increased.
"It's a solid ten." Rosa proclaimed through a growl.
"If that a solid ten, no wonder you haven't gotten anything out of him." Six remarked smoothly. Tearing his eyes away from the Interrogation Room, he looked down at Rosalita to find her glaring daggers at him; a look that he found more amusing than anything.
"I haven't got anything out of him yet." Rosa insisted through gritted teeth, putting emphasis on the yet. "What, you think that you can do better?"
"Perhaps." Six remarked and watched as her dark, smoky eyes narrowed dangerously. "But it's out of our hands now, Rosalita."
Rosa's glare was replaced with a confused frown. "What do you mean?" She practically demanded.
"Special Agent Hirsch from the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives has requested to take the shooter back with him and Captain Holt has granted that request." Six informed Rosalita who didn't take the news well.
"What, no, that complete bullshit!" Rosa exclaimed furiously, enraged that he was just being handed over. "He gunned down a group of people in New York City, that makes him a NYPD problem."
"I don't like it either Rosa, but those are our orders." Six voiced, understanding her frustration. "Do you have the keys for the cuffs?"
Rosa remained silent at first. "No." She finally answered through a frustrated sigh. "But I know who has them." She told him before walking past Six and headed for the door. Grabbing the handle, she stopped and looked over her shoulder. "One more thing?"
"Hm?" Looking at her, Six saw Rosalita staring intensely at him from over by the door.
"Don't ever call me Rosa again."
And cut! Here is the next chapter of The Demon Of The Nine-Nine. I hoped you all enjoyed it and once again I'm sorry about the long ass hiatus for this story. I was skimming through my stories and saw just how long it had been since I last updated this story.
I'm sure you're wondering how Six has Jun tags when he is still alive, and his own tags say Jericho when that's not his name. Well, his backstory is that his entire team died and to maintain that story, Six and Dot created fake tags. Carter, kat, Emile, and Jorge's are real and because they are they added the designations onto Jun and Jericho to match them rather than creating a fake set, Six's way of keeping Noble Team with him.
Description is also not my strong suit, but the apartment is the one from Mass Effect 3. I absolutely adore it hence why I chose it as the penthouse that Six uses during the week.
Next chapter the case will end. I was going to end it this chapter but I'm going to be working over the weekend so thought that I would just get this chapter out rather than making everyone wait even longer than they already have.
And Holt might have come across as uncaring since he didn't bother asking how either Six or Amy were like the other did. He was in Captain mode, shall we say, once the Special Agent has gone that will change.
And for those that are interested I recently uploaded a Halo x Vampire Diaries if you want to check it out.
Not much else to say other than let me know what you all thought.