The Demon Of The Nine-Nine

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trailblazer445: Ah, thanks man. Yeah, I guess he does, lol.

Grudgematch: If Gina got her hands on it, I expect that even Dot would have a hard time wondering how she managed to take so many pictures of herself so quickly.

Jebest4781: Glad you liked it!

GeorgeQuartz: One half, yes. However, I think that the Demon/Spartan-B312 is going to be a tightly converted secret. If Rosa does leave the Nine-Nine in this like in canon, it all depends whether or not she knows about Jericho's true self, as if were. Whether she could accept it.

Angry lil' Elf: An ONI Spartan playing nice? The stuff of nightmares, lol. And yeah, the chapter/interrogation was heavily based on Justice League: Action. I remember seeing the episode where Superman plays Bad Cop and Batman, rest in peace Kevin Conroy, plays Good Cop and knew that I had to include it. As for your idea, it sounds good. If I end up using it, I'll quote/reference you. I haven't seen too much Parks, but from the clips I have seen Ron is hilarious.

Random Reader: Hopefully this was worth the wait. And yeah, it was heavily inspired by Justice League: Action.

FallenMetalGod: Cheers, man. And good news! Six and Amy are working a case this chapter!

Dead344156: Not a bad idea.

Monstrr: Kinda, Justice League: Action.

Guest: Yep.

War Sage: Thanks, man.

I imagine that it would make his job incredibly difficult if word got out that he was a multibillionaire and a NYPD detective, though there are a few people that know aside from those at the Nine-Nine.

Noble Industries will start to be incorporated into the story soon, either through a case or Six just goes there during one of his days off. And Six is the sole stockholder, his word is law basically but he trusts the CEO to make the right decisions and run the company in his name.

Never thought about the Impala, could be something that Six works on later down the line. Maybe with Terry or Rosa, those two being the only ones I can see like restoring cars, especially the latter since that's one of her passions.

If/when Six and Amy go on a date, I can see Dot setting everything up to make it magical/memorable for the both of them.

Guest: Yeah, pretty much.

E: She seems to be the endgame at the moment, but I guess we'll see what happens.

Darth Ralan: Pretty much, yeah. Lol. And a million really isn't a lot for Six considering that he's a multibillionaire and only continuing to get richer with each passing day thanks to Noble Industries. Of course, money means nothing for him.

Octavio Sumarkho: They'll go there eventually, but the squad will be going to his penthouse in the city first, one that looks like the one from Mass Effect 3. They'll meet Dot eventually, but probably not for a while.

And Elite would be absolutely terrifying. It's only because we play as Spartans, aside from ODST, that we don't think too much about them. But for a normal human, Elites are massive in size. Then there are Brutes, Hunters, and don't even get me started on Forerunners.

Nicogen: I'm glad the story made you want to watch the series again, which is still a guilty pleasure for me. Rosa definitely is...even if Six wouldn't admit that he's an introvert, claiming that he doesn't have time for fraternizing. I liked Pimento but felt that his and Rosa's relationship came out of nowhere.

And that's not a bad idea actually.

Master Of The Underworld: It's the bike from the Robocop remake. The movie was awful compared to the original, but the bike was awesome.

Superiorhood: Ah. I'm glad you're liking it. Hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint.

Brainstorm Sorcerer: While Six might find her threats amusing, Rosa has a very strong hate-hate relationship with him lol. It's only gonna be a matter of time until the sexual tension between the two of them is unable to be contained and Rosa jumps him, whether that is at the precinct in full view of everyone or when they're alone at his place remains to be seen.

Normal humans, all of them. But when Six has to fight cybernetically enhanced humans? Then things will become a little more interesting. While he'll still need to hold back to avoid killing them, he can cut loose a little...unless I bring in someone that has a full conversation meaning that Six has to go all out if he wants to take them out while protecting whomever is with him at the time.

The bike that Six is designing is the one from the Robocop remake. The movie was terrible, but the guns, mechs, and bike was awesome IMO. Yes, Terry and Holt knew that he was that Jericho Reach, they just never brought it up since it didn't impact his job. Some of Sacred Heart might know, Jordan and Kelso, definitely. Maybe Cox and Carla too, they just don't treat him any different because he's rich.

An ONI Spartan playing nice is the stuff of nightmares...but just imagine if he smiled? Maybe when he laughs it'll be like in the Batman Animated Series when Batman starts laughing at Harley Quinn terrifying her just by how evil, and cruel it sounds.

Savior16: Thanks, man. Oh, don't even get me started on that show. The special effects are amazing, the Covenant are brutal, but why the hell do Spartans keep removing their damned helmets every chance they get?

D3Diton: Six and the Vulture have already met and have a past, something that will be hinted about when I get to that episode.

Chapter 15.

Grabbing a box and placing it atop the shelf in the Evidence Room, Six finished organizing and cataloguing the...well, the evidence, deciding that it was high time that something be done about the abysmal state that everyone had left it in, deeming it unproductive and affecting the overall efficiency of the workplace; the latter of which was unacceptable.

It had been a couple of days since it had been revealed that he and the Jericho Reach that owned Noble Industries were one and the same; not that he had done much to hide it. To be perfectly honest, he was a little disappointed that it had taken a squad of detectives so long to figure it out...and even then they hadn't figured it out, Rosalita had simply gotten lucky when she perused his cellular device. Privately, he wondered how long it would have taken them otherwise.

Naturally there had been questions, all multifarious in origins.

Some he answered, others he didn't. Why? Well, there were a myriad of reasons. First and foremost, he was not there to discuss his personal life or make friends. He was simply there to do the job he had been assigned by Captain Holt and the New York Police Department and nothing more. Secondly...well, he just didn't want too. It had no correlation with work and thus deemed it irrelevant.

"Hey, Jericho!"

Hearing a familiar cheerful voice fill the room, Six stopped what he was doing and glanced over his shoulder to see Amy standing behind him with a smile, one that was so bright that it could lighten even the darkest of rooms. "Can I help you, Amy?"

"It's gone twelve and since everyone else is away, I was wondering if you wanted to grab some lunch."

"Negative." And with that, Six turned away and returned to what he had been doing.

"Oh, okay."

Hearing the disappointment in her typically cheerful voice, Six stopped and unconsciously let out a heavy sigh. He prided himself on maintaining a professional working relationship with his colleagues...and yet, hearing the sadness in her voice bothered him more than he thought it was. He was the goddamn Grim Reaper of ONI, slaughtered thousands of INI's without even batting an eye but thought of her being sad, that he had been the causation bothered him...had he really fallen that far?

"Do you require succulence?" Six asked Amy who was walking towards the door, making her stop and spin around to face.

"Do you mean do I want food?" The brunette smiled in amusement at his odd phraseology, one that was almost identical to Captain Holt. Seriously, how were those two not related? Even their mannerisms were practically identical, something that Jake had brought up several times since Jericho had joined the precinct, dubbing them Robo-Captain and Robocop.

"Hmmm."

"Sure! um, I mean, only if you want too." Amy desperately tried to play it off cool. "It's just food, who even cares?"

"Agreed." Six concurred with Amy. "Maybe we shouldn't..."

"I was joking!" Amy cried out not wanting to lose her chance to grab lunch and really get to know the greatest cop in the NYPD. "I would love to get lunch."

"Okay." The Spartan-III Commando nodded. "Just let me finish up here and I'll be with you."

"Great!" Amy pumped her fist gleefully. "It's a date! Well, not a date. Well, a lunch date, but not a date, date...I'll go and grab my purse." Feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment, she quickly turned round to prevent Jericho from see them and promptly left the room.

Confused as to why she left so quickly, Six shrugged and returned to what he was doing. Relabelling the boxes so that they were legible, he placed them in their correct places before taking a few steps back to observe his work. The shelfs needed to be replaced, as did the filing cabinets, they should probably work on replacing the keycode with a biometric scanner allowing only those authorized entrance...he would speak to Captain Holt about that at a later date.

Turning and leaving the Evidence Room, locking the door behind him, Six made his way down the hall and headed towards the Bullpen. Arriving, he found that it was all but deserted with only Hitchcock and Scully, who were taking their routine nap at their desks, and a few other members around. Terry was absent, no doubt having lunch with his wife and children. Jake, Boyle, and Rosalita were still away working on the Winchester Case; a case that they had been working on since Tuesday.

And Captain Holt was conversing with somebody on the phone in his office. Exactly who was unknown, but it really had nothing to do with him. Hearing footsteps, he turned to see Amy walking over to him.

"Ready?"

"Hm." Six grunted, nodding at the brunette they both headed over to the elevator and headed inside. Pressing the keypad, the doors closed, and the elevator began to descend to the ground floor. "Any preference?"

"Not really, what about you?"

"I don't care."

"Then how about a burger?"

"If you want."

"McDonalds?" Amy suggested then smirked playfully. "You do know what McDonalds is, right?"

Six just looked at her. "Yes. I know what McDonalds is."

"Just checking."

After leaving the precinct and finding the nearest McDonalds, Six and Amy could be found sitting on the hood of the Chevelle and eating their lunch which the former had brought for them both. Grabbing his coffee, black and no sugar, he brought it to his lips and savoured the taste of the bitter brew.

"So, you've been with us for nearly two weeks now and aside from your reputation as the NYPD's greatest detective..."

"There is no greatest detective, Amy." Six interrupted, tired of hearing it all the time. "I'm simply proficient at my job, nothing more. The only thing that separates me from the rest of the squad is experience...aside from Captain Holt, Terry, and Hitchcock and Scully." He added, referring to the fact that they had been a part of the NYPD longer than him.

"And the fact that you have the highest arrest count of all time, surpassing even Captain Holt." Amy pointed out as she ate one of her fries.

"Irrelevant."

"You know, most people would be so modest."

"I'm not most people." Six countered getting a soft smile back from Amy.

"No. I guess you're not." While she had only known about him for years, she had only known him for a little over a week and had quickly picked up that there was something different about him that she couldn't quite put her finger on. She didn't just mean from other men, but other people in general. "And as I was going to say," She went back to her original point. "While I know you through reputation, I don't really know much about you personally."

"Hm."

Realizing that he wasn't going to say anything, Amy persevered. "Why don't we get to know each other?" She suggested to him, hoping that she didn't come across too desperate. "It should improve our teamwork."

Six regarded Amy for a second, his eyes lingering on her making her shift on the hood before he nodded, seeing the wisdom in her words. "What do you want to know?"

"How about something simple?" Amy proposed as she grabbed her banana milkshake that was sitting next to her. She knew she'd regret it, but you couldn't go to McDonalds and NOT have a milkshake. "I'll go first. I'm...

"Detective First Grade Amy Santiago, born August 19, 1982, to Victor and Camilla Santiago. The only girl among seven brothers, you've always felt the need to prove that you're just as tough as them. During pre-school, you skipped the Fourth Grade entirely. In High-School you were voted Most Appropriate; and in college you studied Art History before deciding to follow in your father's footsteps."

The straw fell from her mouth as her jaw dropped. "You claim that your dream is to become the youngest female Captain in history, but in truth it's actually to be your parents' favourite child and prove that you're better than your brother, David."

"That's not true." Amy tried to laugh it off, playing it cool...but the more that she thought about him. "Fine! Stupid, perfect, golden child, David! Everything he does is just so amazing, Mr-I-graduated-the-top-of-my-class. No-one cares!" An idea suddenly hit her, one that made her smiled deviously. If she could convince Jericho to come to dinner with her, her parents and David, she could rub it in his face.

All of his achievements were nothing compared to Jericho Reach. Platinum Certification? Hah! Try Diamond Certification, one that had been made specifically for him due to breaking every previous record. Oh, you think you're a good cop? Well, Jericho was the greatest cop! Saved a few orphaned kids? Big deal! He had practically eradicated poverty and helped billions of people around the world, built and mass-produced cybernetics giving people a new lease on life...and, and! He didn't brag about it!

All she needed to do now was convince Jericho, maybe employ little bit of seduction, and drive him wild with her feminine wiles...

"You're also a heavy smoker." Jericho suddenly voiced making her choke that he somehow knew of her deepest, darkest secret. "A habit that you're deeply ashamed off."

"How do you..."

"I have a file comprised about you."

"So... what you're saying is that you created a Binder, all about me?"

Six thought about it for a second. "Yes." While technically it wasn't, it was the digital equivalent.

"Ooooh, Mamma." Amy whimpered as she quickly sucked on her straw, eying him coyly. "Since it's just us, how about you whip it out for me?"

"Here?"

"Yeah." Amy nodded nibbling her lip.

"I..."

"If you're worried about the size, don't be." Amy gestured to herself. "Size doesn't matter, it's the thickness that counts. "She insisted as Jericho looked at her as he ate his burger slowly. "I'll just take a quick peek, I won't even touch it if you don't want me too... actually, that's a lie. The second that I see it, I'm going to want to take that thing in my hands and you won't be getting it back until I'm completely satisfied."

"All units, a noise complaint from Arthello Terrace has just been reported." A voice suddenly came over the radio preventing anything else from being said as they both looked into the car through the windscreen. "Any units to handle, Code Two, identify."

Placing his food down, Six wiped his hands before climbing off the hood and walked around the Chevelle and opened the door, got in and answered the call. "This is 343K. Go ahead, Dispatch.

"343K, we've just received a noise complaint from a disgruntled neighbour. Please head to 246 Arthello Terrace to investigate."

"Solid copy, Dispatch." Six acknowledged ended the call. Getting out of the car, he rested his arm on the roof and looked over at Amy. "Sorry to cut lunch short..."

While disappointed that Jericho wouldn't let her see the binder, Amy smiled regardless. "It's fine." She told him. "It's only a noise complaint, doubt it'll take us long." Closing the box for her Big Mac, she grabbed her milkshake and slipped off the hood of the car.

She added as she closed the box for her Big Mac and grabbed her milkshake and slipped off the hood.

"You can finish your meal in the car." Six told her as he walked around to grab his food and coffee. Taking a bite of his burger, he closed lid and tossed it into the bin before walking back around the car and climbed back in. Placing the coffee in the holder, the passenger door opened, and Amy got in. Waiting until she closed the door and fastened her seatbelt, he powered up the engine and pulled away.

Arriving within twenty minutes giving Amy plenty of time to finish her meal, they finally reached their destination. Getting out of the Chevelle, the source of the disturbance became clear when loud music filled the air, followed by the potent smell of marijuana. Looking around the neighbourhood that was filled with several luxury homes, their eyes landed on the large penthouse atop the hill.

"This is definitely the place." Amy commented wrinkling her nose at the strong smell of marijuana.

"Hm." Six agreed before his eyes landed on the middle-aged woman that was standing outside of the houses. Walking over to her, Amy following next to him, they headed over to her. "Afternoon, Ma'am." He greeted politely. "I'm Detective Reach, and this is my partner, Detective Santiago. We're here about a noise complaint."

"They have been partying since nine o'clock this morning." The woman nodded over at the penthouse, frustration lacing her voice. "Now I don't mind the music, but the drugs? We have children that live in this neighbourhood...not that Ronald Dawson seems to care."

"Ronald Dawson?"

"The Heavyweight Boxing Champion?" Amy questioned getting a nod from the woman.

"That's him, alright. He brought the place sometime last year, but mostly rents it out."

"Thank you for the assistance, Ma'am." Six told the civilian, respectfully. "We'll take it from here."

"Of course, Detectives."

Giving the civilian one final nod, Six looked at Amy and bobbed his head in the direction of the penthouse, then without uttering a word walked off and headed up the steep road that led up to the building.

Quickly chasing after Jericho, Amy walked beside him. "So, how we doing this? I mean, it's not technically a case but..."

"There is no Primary." Six interrupted, knowing exactly what she was getting at...mostly because he had this conversation two times already with Charles and Rosalita so knew that was coming. "We're both Detective First Grade, that makes us equals."

Initially taken aback, shocked that Jericho considered themselves equals, Amy smiled. "Okay." She nodded as they reached the driveway to the penthouse that was filled with vehicles that ranged from stock, tuned, and even a few supercars. "They're probably not going to hear us knocking." She pointed out, referring to the loud music that filled the air and was slowly starting to give her a headache.

"Hm." Agreeing with her, Six took point and directed them around the penthouse and into the garden that was filled with people, mostly teenagers and young adults that with a quick glance appeared to be in their early-twenties that were revelling around the large swimming pool and eating the food that the waiters and waitresses were serving and dishing out on the silver platter...clearly this Ronald Dawson wasted no expense on his guests.

"Hey, you!" Hearing a voice that was directed at him and Amy, Six watched as a security guard came rushing over to them as they walked around the swimming pool. "This is private property!"

"We're here about a noise complaint." Six responded calmly, looking at the man that was a few inches short of him. "We would like to speak with Mr Dawson." He added getting a longwinded sigh from the guard who begrudgingly nodded.

"All right, just give me..."

Six turned his voice out, tuned everything out when his eyes drifted up to the balcony to see a man wielding an automatic rifle. For a second, he found himself back in New Alexandria, in Olympic Tower. Flashes of purple bled through the cracks as the Covenant battlecruiser glassed the metropolitan city, followed by shockwaves that rocked the building and silenced the screams outside, forever.

He watched as Carter, Emile, and Jun rushed past him and raced over to the entrance to the radiation bunker to escape the glassing, their Mjolnir-covered feet clanging across the floor, followed by the ominous hum of a Phantom dropship that rang out across the blackened skies as the city burned. Buildings that hadn't collapsed, crumbled under their might were covered with glowing lava.

Another set of footsteps rang out behind him, ones that grew closer and filled him with dread. "Where does he get off calling a demolition op Priority One-ugh!" A bang rang out, permanently silencing the voice before she could finish her sentence. She fell and he caught her lifeless body in his arms. He looked down at Kat, his sister in everything but blood, saw the hole that had been burned through her visor, the one that he knew had entered through the back of her helmet and pierced her brain, melting through both the titanium and flesh like a hot knife through butter.

Looking up at the Phantom, he stared at the Field Marshall that was holding a Needler Rifle. Coming out of the visceral memory, one that continued to haunt him a decade later, his dispassionate eyes became filled with rage. Blinking, mere seconds passed in the real world, and he found himself standing by the swimming pool, the Phantom being replaced by the balcony.

"NYPD, EVERY ONE MOVE!" Six roared alerting the civilians, unfortunately only a few heard him due to the loud music. Gunfire suddenly rang out, followed by screams and blood as the gunman opened fire on the party. Grabbing the security guard by his shirt, he ripped him off the ground and threw him through the air, not caring if he hurt him. He'd rather him hurt, then dead.

Spinning around determined to never allow another member of his team to die because of his failure, Six wrapped his arms around Amy and pulled her close to shield her. Grunting in discomfort as he felt several bullets pierce his back, he heard her scream against him. Reaching down and grabbing his gun, he entered Spartan Time as he brought his arm around with the entire world slowing down for him.

With one arm wrapped tightly around Amy, Six aimed his gun at the gunman. He contemplated eliminating him with a headshot but wanted him alive. Pulling the trigger, he fired a single round into the deltoid making him drop the rifle and stumble back, bringing his over hand over to cover the wound as he cried out in pain. Their eyes met for a second before he turned and fled.

The gunshots ending, Amy felt Jericho remove his arm after protecting her from the gunfire. Looking up as he turned around, her eyes widened in horror and tears began to form. "J-Jericho?" Trembling, her voice caught in her throat and instinctively reached out when she saw that his back was filled with bullet holes and bleeding heavily, bleeding because of her.

Not even acknowledging her, Jericho took off and raced after the shooter at speeds that left her speechless, especially considering that he had just been shoot repeatedly. Either due to adrenaline or he had had high-pain tolerance, maybe both, he didn't even seem to register it as he made his way through the panicking crowd that were scrambling, jumping over the dead bodies as if this was just another day at the office for him and disappeared into the penthouse.

"N-NYPD." Scolding herself for trembling, for sounding like some scared little girl rather than the seasoned Detective that she was, Amy cleared her throat. "NYPD, everyone stay down!" She commanded authoritatively, only to falter slightly when she saw bodies floating in the swimming pool, the water turning a crimson red. Looking around, she felt her resolve fading upon seeing the dead teenagers on the ground. Heard the cries of the people that tried to stop the bleeding, listened to them screaming for help, pleading for them to stay with them.

She had been trained for this, been and solved countless homicides since joining the NYPD...but this was the first time she had seen it happen with her own eyes. For the life of her, she had no idea what to do in this instant.

Running through the penthouse, Six raced up the staircase and headed up to the second floor. Reaching the top, a gunshot suddenly rang out, followed by a thump. Following it, he discovered another security guard laying in their own blood that had been taken out by a headshot. Moving around the corner, a bullet came whizzing past splitting his cheek open as it grazed his skin.

Feeling a stinging sensation across his cheek, he touched the wound and grimaced a little at how tender it was. Ignoring it, he moved around the corner to see the gunman now wielding a handgun that he pressed against his deltoid. Upon seeing him, he went to fire again only for Six to shoot the gun out of his hand, then fired another two rounds that knocked the weapon away and leaving him unarmed.

The threat naturalized, Six prowled down the hallway and descended upon the gunman. He thought about shooting him in the kneecaps, disabling him and preventing him from going anywhere, but that wouldn't look good in the reports...well, the NYPD reports. ONI was a different story. Truthfully, it was times like this that he missed working for them. Murdering civilians? He'd call in a few favours and have him shipped off to the Midnight Facility.

Reaching him, the gunman tried to fight back only for a gun to be slammed into his throat cutting his airflow and fell to his knees. A hand suddenly wrapped around his throat and squeezed tightly making him gasp as he was lifted off the ground effortlessly and held up as he was slowly choked to death, his legs dangling in the air. The Cop's face was emotionless, bloody, but emotionless. However, it was the eyes that scared the shit out of him. Filled with so much hatred, so much rage that it was palpable.

Releasing his tar-the perp, Six closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, venting his anger and quickly burying it away into the deepest, darkest part of him like he had done for twenty years. Watching as he gasped for breath and rubbed his throat, he kicked his legs out and spun him around to put the gunman into a sleeper hold. Feeling him fighting against him, it didn't take long before he went limp. Once he did, he released him, catching him by the back of the suit jacket and started dragging them through the penthouse.

Reaching the stairs, he found Amy pointing her gun at him. Though when she saw it was him, she lowered it.

"Are you okay?" Amy asked, even if she thought it was a stupid question since he had been shot several times in the back protecting her and his face was now bleeding, giving him an even more intimidating look than usual. Yet, just like the gunshots to the back, Jericho seemed unaffected.

Six just nodded. "Target neutralized." He confirmed dragging the perp down the stairs, making him hit every step on the way down.

"Tend to the victims." Six told the paramedic that wanted to check his injuries. He had endured far worse than a few bullets; besides, his augmentations had already clogged the wounds up to prevent him from bleeding out. He still needed medical attention, but he'd be fine for the moment.

"But..."

"I'll be fine." He insisted giving the paramedic a look who begrudgingly conceded to his wishes and left to help the other victims. Once they were gone, Six heard footsteps and turned to see Amy slowly approaching him. Regarding her for a moment, he spotted the tell-tale signs of shock. "You, okay?" He asked moving away from the ambulance and approached her slowly.

"Am I okay?" Amy asked incredulously, gesturing to herself with her hand. "You're the one that was shot, repeatedly...you could have died because of me."

"For you." Six stated, correcting her statement. "And I'll do it again if I have too. I'd prefer not to, but I will." He continued standing before Amy and looked down into her dark eyes. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, to anyone on this team."

Getting a lump in her throat, Amy felt her cheeks heat up as Jericho stared down at her with those sad blue eyes of his, his gaze captivating her and found herself unable to look away. "You..." She tried to argue only for the words to escape her as Jericho tenderly took her hands in his making her cheeks burn even hotter and felt her heart start to race a mile a minute.

"Look at my face, Amy." Six instructed looking into her eyes, doing his best to reassure her. "Do you really think this is the first time that somebody has tried to kill me?"

Not trusting her voice, Amy responded by slowly shaking her head.

"Today won't be the last time either." Six stated knowingly. Either as Jericho Reach or Spartan-B312, people were going to try and kill him, it was inevitable and after eighteen years of being a soldier, he couldn't really imagine life any other way. "You're safe, that's all that matters."

Amy felt her heart flutter at the softness of his voice that was filled with tenderness, with assurance as he comforted her, greatly contrasting his usual gruffness and stoic nature. It made her wonder which side was the real him. Then there were his warm, calloused hands that held hers. Despite his size, his strength, he was surprisingly gentle with her and couldn't remember a time when she had felt so safe with anyone.

"Now, let's get you back to the precinct."

"You need to go to the hospital, Jericho." Amy whispered, finally finding her voice again. "You've been shot."

"I've survived far worse than a few bullets." Six replied cryptically. A few bullets were nothing compared to superheated plasma...although, at least with the latter the wounds would have cauterized.

"Please."

Hearing the pleading in her tone, Six strangely found his resolve waning. "Very well." He conceded, giving into her requests. Hopefully this wouldn't take up too much time, they had a criminal to interrogate after all.

Smiling that he agreed, Amy was rather disappointed when Jericho pulled his hands from hers and looked over at one of the uniformed officers and informed them that they were leaving for the hospital. Turning back to look at her, he gave her a small confidant nod before they started walking down the hill and headed back over to where they had parked the Chevelle.

It was nearly thirty-minutes later when everyone, but Amy and Jericho could be found back in the bullpen after suddenly being called back by Captain Holt. For exactly what, they had no idea, but considering his stern...sterner than usual expression that masked his features, everyone knew that it was serious.

"Does anyone know what this is about?" Jake asked the others, sitting at his desk as he waited for Holt to come out of his office. Squinting through the gaps of the blinds, he saw him talking on the phone with Terry standing in front of his desk. He really wished that Amy was here right now, he'd have her do her lipreading-thingy...speaking of which. "Where are Amy and Jericho, anyway?"

"You've probably screwed up and we're all gonna pay the price for it." Rosa droned, answering Jake as she leaned back in her chair. "Again."

"Hey! Don't pin the blame on me, I've got nothing to do with this!" Jake cried out, then paused. "I think."

"Maybe they're on a date." Scully suggested helpfully, having woken up from his nap a while ago.

"Which ended in some wild, furious, fu...

"Hitchcock!"

"What? Trust me, chicks love the dangerous type." Hitchcock smirking smugly making the others roll their eyes.

"Please, the only dangerous thing about you is your cholesteryl." Rosa scoffed at him.

"Which is why I've got pills, Rosalita."

"What was that?!"

"Too far, Hitchcock." Jake chided waggling his finger at him. "Everyone knows that she only lets Jericho call her that."

"I don't let him call me anything." Rosa insisted, glaring angrily at Jake through gritted teeth. "That smug, scar-faced sonofabitch does it to get under my skin."

"Show some respect, Rosa! His mother's dead for Christ's sake!"

"Shut up, Jake."

"Besides, tall, dark, and incredibly hunky has already suffered enough." Gina commented as she played on her phone. "Why would he inflict more pain onto himself by going on a date with someone so boring?"

Rosa snorted under her breath. "Not like he's all that exciting either."

"He's super rich, that makes him exciting." Gina insisted firmly, as if it were law. "Plus, he's got that wild, dangerous look behind his eyes." She purred seductively putting everyone on edge and suddenly pitted Jericho. "Like he's moment away from giving in to his baseline instincts and grabbing the first woman or man, I don't judge...in fact, I welcome it, tearing their clothes off and ravishing them."

"Coming on a little strong there, Gina."

Jake looked and pointed aggressively at his partner. "And this is coming from, Charles!"

Gina ignored them. "I'd like to volunteer myself as tribute." She admitted shamelessly, then looked coyly over at Rosa. "Speaking of which, I've got an idea for when you lose the bet."

"Who says I'm going to lose?"

"Well, you're certainly not beating me...right, Charles?"

Charles looked between his best friend and the love of his life, suddenly feeling conflicted. Thankfully, he was saved by the latter.

"Keep dreaming, Jake."

"Oh, but it won't be a dream." Jake declared leaning back in his seat with his hands placed behind his head. "When I win, I'm going to have it all changed into single dollar bills and dive into it like Scrooge McDuck. Which admittingly isn't the same as diving into a room filled with gold pieces, but if Family Guy has taught us anything."

"Back to me." Gina ignored Jake, not caring about what they were talking about and steered the conversation back to her. "How do you feel about wearing a sexy maid outfit?" She asked Rosa who turned and dangerously narrowed her dark eyes. "I was thinking traditional Japanese style. I'd suggest blue, but black is definitely more your colour, along with a white apron and long stocking that go right up to your thighs and showing just enough skin to entice him...maybe cute lil' cat-ears to finish it off."

Before Rosa could retort or slit her throat and watch her bleed to death for ever insinuating it, though she did note that Charles' eyes had glazed over in thought and it didn't take a genius to know exactly what he was thinking about, the door to Captain Holt's office opened and Holt and Terry came walking out, the latter looking disturbed and even more fearful than usual.

"Alright everyone, listen up!" Holt commanded, his tone brokering no room for arguments or jokes. "Approximately fifty-minutes ago a mass shooting just occurred in Arthello Terrace where at least five people have been confirmed to have been killed, among those teenagers, and several more were injured and have been rushed to Sacred Heart Hospital."

The room fell silent as they took in everything that had just been revealed. Adults being murdered were on thing, but kids? "What about the shooter?" Jake questioned Holt, looking just as disturbed as Terry.

"The shooter is currently in custody and being transported to the station after being apprehended by Reach and Santiago."

"They were there?" Rosa asked surprised, though guessed it made sense why they hadn't gotten back. Jericho was one thing, but Amy being late back from lunch? Hell would freeze over first.

"Hmmm." Holt confirmed. "The details regarding why they were there are still unknown, and we will not know more until they return from the hospital."

"H-Hospital?"

"The details coming out are still unclear, but Detective Reach has been confirmed to have been shot repeatedly." Holt revealed shocking everyone. He quickly brought his hand up to silence them. "According to the officers at the crime scene, both Reach and Santiago are fine. Like I said, we will know more once they return. While I know you are all worried, we still have a job to do."

"I've just been on the phone with the Chief of Police who has given Reach, and by extension us, complete jurisdiction over this case." Holt informed the squad who were still reeling from the news that Jericho had been shot. "Diaz, I want you to take Boyle and Peralta with you and head straight to the crime scene to look for anything that will explain the shooters motives for murdering five people and wounding countless other civilians."

"You got it, Captain."

"Everyone else, dismissed."

And cut! I'm finally back, huzzah! Sorry about the long hiatus, hadn't realized how long it had been until I got a review a few weeks ago tell me. My bad. Anyway, here is the next chapter for The Demon Of The Nine-Nine. One that hasn't ended well for Six, but he'll come back fighting next chapter!

Amy probably wasn't expecting her first case with Jericho to end in bloodshed, but it'll be one that she never forgets. You're probably wondering if she'll have a little PTSD from witnessing or at least hearing a mass shooting...and you'll find out next chapter.

Also, not sure if I mentioned it before but Fanfiction added this stupid feature where you have to hit the tab that lets you know that the authors you follow have updated their stories. You can do it in the settings.