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.

ENDDRAGON369: Not a bad idea. I might see about doing an episode/chapter like that.

Damien Evermere: That he did...though it takes more than a few bullets to put a Spartan down. I mean, Emile was still fighting after being impaled by a fricking Energy Sword.

FallenMetalGod: It's definitely a case that Amy will not soon forget; and you'll see this chapter...and next chapter too.

Grudgematch: Good; and I can see that.

Djangiti: Here you go!

Sky189: I'm glad; hopefully this chapter was worth the wait.

Angry lil' Elf: Yeah, sorry about the long ass hiatus; and I will when I get around to it. I like you idea about the cult...but I guess it all depends whether or not I keep this story grounded and only use things that I can explain/happen in the real world or if I begin to add supernatural elements. Still not a hundred percent sure that.

CallMeCayde: Six doesn't really have a problem with anyone so can't see him having issues with Pimento; if anything, he might try and help him adapt to civilian life after being undercover for so long.

Darth Ralan: I can see that...and maybe just a little lol. It's going to happen, just not sure where yet. At the precinct, on the street, at his penthouse, his manner outside the city, I just don't know.

Guest: Six might do when he finally comes out of his shell...or as much as a Spartan can at any rate.

I'm glad you liked it, if anything would turn her on then it would be someone making/having a binder about HER.

You'll see the effects of Six saving Amy this chapter, hopefully it doesn't disappoint.

And we'll see what happens.

Ranger McAleer: Thanks, I appreciate the kind words.

Trailblazer: If anything would excite Amy then it would be a binder about herself. And definitely, their first lunch date was interrupted and Six might want to make it up to Amy...or maybe Amy will just be looking for an excuse to go out alone with Six again. Yes, Six will eventually have to stop pulling his punches when more tougher opponents start turning up, maybe in the form of Cyberpsycho's or full-on androids, we'll see.

Savior16: Kai was pretty cool, as was the scene with her interacting with the regular troops...something that I could see Jorge or Kurt doing to boost morale. I still think it's funny that Vannak acts more like Chief than Chief does.

ViperStrike2: Lol.

E: Thanks, man. And while it won't be explain this chapter, reasons which will come apparent once you've read it, he will explain very...Six-like.

Sm0keyPanda: Indeed.

Brainstorm Sorcerer: Ah, I'm happy that you liked it. And yeah, there was quite a hiatus on this story. Sorry about that. It wasn't Four-Drinks Amy, but someone had made a binder about HER, if anything would turn her on then it would be that, especially with Six/Jericho knowing so much about her. She might be a little disappointed that its digital, but since she's not above using a digital binder herself like she did on a Halloween episode I think with Rosa, don't hold me to that, I doubt that she'll mind too much.

Yes, Six and Cox are friends...even if neither of them would admit it, Cox more so. Knowing Six, he'll probably just refuse the medal feeling that he shouldn't be rewarded for doing his job...though Holt and the others might try and convince him otherwise.

Don't even get me started on Hellboy; I'm still mad that they pulled the plug on Hellboy 3. Ron Perlman will always be Hellboy in my eyes, like how Huge Jackman will be Wolverine and RDJ will always be Ironman.

Chapter 16.

An empty silence filled the Chevelle as Six drove to Scared Heart to tend to his injuries. As he did, Amy continued to glance at her partner who was miraculously driving normally despite the fact that he had been shot at least five times in the back and once in the face, shot because he had put himself between her and the bullets risking his own life just to keep her safe from harm.

Watching Jericho, she kept expecting him to suddenly scream out in pain once the adrenaline finally wore off, which it really should've by now...and yet nothing. If not for the blood covering his face it would be hard to tell that he had been shot at all. Privately, she wondered how he could just shrug off bullets casually when just one should've put him out for the count if not outright killed him since he refused medical attention from the paramedics.

The more she thought about it the more her mind started to wonder, his words replaying in her mind.

"You're safe, that's all that matters."

Her cheeks heated up as she remembered the softness, the tenderness in which he spoke to her, reassuring her that everything was okay after the shooting; then the way that he took her hands in his large, warm calloused hands gently to comfort her. He could've been killed protecting her and his only concern was making sure that she was okay, showing a side that she had never seen before.

Granted she hadn't even known him two weeks yet and aside from his reputation couldn't really say that she knew him. That being said, she liked seeing the softer side to him rather than his usual stoic, emotionless visage that he seemed to pride himself in or at the very least had worked to maintain for years.

Amy was pulled from her thoughts regarding the softer side of Jericho when they pulled into a carpark that was filled with cars, along with the sound of sirens filling the air. Looking where the noise was coming from, she looked over at the front of the large glass building to see several ambulances parked outside of Sacred Heart and watched as the paramedics pulled out stretchers and wheeled the victims into the building.

Pulling into an empty parking spot, Six parked up and turned the engine off. "All right, let's get this over with." He remarked removing his seatbelt, opened the door and got out of the car oblivious to the horrified look that Amy gained when she saw the amount of blood on the seat. Seeing what she was staring at, he rested his arm on the hood and looked into the Chevelle. "That'll clean right out...if not, I'll just replace it."

"Okay." Amy nodded slowly, confused how he could be so nonchalant about the amount of blood he had lost and that was just in the car alone, he had left a trail of blood back at the penthouse hence how she knew where he had gone when following after him. Unfastening her seatbelt, she climbed out of the Chevelle and closed the door before the two walked across the carpark and towards the hospital.

Stepping through the doors, the sound of screaming, crying, and shouting filled the large waiting room as Amy looked around to see patients being wheeled or dragged through one of the corridors, loved ones crying as they were given the bad news, the victims from the Arthello Terrace and other patients, family members that were visiting sitting on the seats, while the doctors, surgeons, and nurses scrambled around barking orders and tending to the injured people that continued to flock in.

Looking around at the pandemonium, Amy once again found herself back at the penthouse. Gunfire rang out, followed by screaming and thumps as bodies hit the ground, blood spraying everywhere painting the floor a deep crimson. Hearing a splash, she turned to look at the pool that like tiles surrounding it turned a dark red as bodies floated across the water all of them staring right at her, cold dead eyes taciturnly accusingly her for failing to save them, protect them like she was surp...

Feeling a hand resting gently on her shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze, Amy was ripped from the vivid memory she turned her head to see Jericho staring down at her, his deep blue eyes filled with concern as he looked down at her. "You okay?"

Smiling softly at his concern when he was the one that had been shot, Amy reached up and placed her hand over his only for her cheeks to burn furiously when Jericho turned his hand and held her hand, giving her another reassuring, comforting squeeze. "I-I'm fine."

Doubting her sincerity mostly because he was intimately familiar with the signs, Six nodded deciding to discuss it with her when they didn't have more pressing matters to deal with, that being getting this over with and returning to the station to interrogate the shooter.

Feeling disappointed when Jericho removed his hand from hers, Amy followed him as they made over to the front desk. Walking past the injured people, she heard them gasp in horror when they saw the state of her partners back and really couldn't blame them. Anyone else would've been brought in on a stretcher, yet he was walking around unaided and if not for the blood, she wouldn't even know that he had been shot.

"Somehow I just knew that you would be in the middle of all this." A voice remarked, her tone both frustrated and playful, pulling Amy from her thoughts to see a rather beautiful woman that had thick curly hair who looked away from one of the interns and looked at Jericho.

"I require medical attention."

Amy watched as she smiled in amusement. "Yes, I do have eyes." She said reaching up and brushing her thumb across his bloodied cheek, turning his head so that she could get a better look at the open wound. "It's been nearly two weeks; I was starting to think that you were beginning to turn over a new leaf at that new precinct." She quipped lightly then shook her head. "Still, not like you to come in for a mere bullet wound."

"He was also shot in the back." Amy finally spoke drawing the woman's attention who threw Jericho a dull look.

"How many times?"

"Five."

"It must be a slow week." The nurse voiced causally shocking Amy that she didn't even seem concerned that he had been shot, five times at that. "First time working with this caveman?"

"Um, yeah."

"Then you best get used to seeing him get shot, stabbed, clawed, scratched, burned, poisoned..." She started listed off, Amy's eyes widening with each word.

"Poisoned?!"

"It happens." Six shrugged not really seeing the problem, it wasn't like the poison ever actually threatened his life. The most to happen was that he felt a little sluggish, he imagined it was like those suffering from the effects of alcohol poising, not that he would know.

"It does? Since when?"

"Since always." Six stated with Amy suddenly becoming incredibly nervous that she would be poisoned, a thought that had never even occurred to her...until right then.

"No. It always happens to you." Carla corrected through a heavy sigh, one laced with playfulness. "Not that I can imagine why." She muttered sarcastically under her breath before looking and smiling at Amy. "Since I'm not expecting this caveman to introduce us anytime soon, I'm Carla."

"Amy." The detective greeted back with a smile. "Amy Santiago."

Carla smiled back. "Nice to meet you, Amy." She greeted back then turned her attention back to the Spartan. "First things first, let's get you..." She started to say only to interrupted when Six raised his hand to silence her.

"Civilians are top priority."

"What? No, you've been shot." Amy objected only to be ignored.

"We'll stay out of the way until you have treated them." Six told Carla who nodded, showing no visible reaction to him refusing treatment until the civilians were seen, then turned allowing Carla and the other nurses to see the extent of his injuries, the blood-stained shirt turning them a pale white aside from the former and walked over to the waiting area.

Watching as Jericho walked past her, still showing no signs that he had been injured aside from the bloody-shirt, Amy was torn between forcefully dragging him back to get medical attention, even if she knew it was a fight that she'd lose, and staring in admiration that even in an injured state he placed the safety and well-being of others before himself.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." Carla's voice pulled Amy from her thoughts and looked away from Jericho and back to her. "He's come in a lot worse with injuries that would've killed anyone else and just walked it off...and that's just the injuries from being a cop." She muttered the last part absentmindedly peaking the detective's curiosity, no doubt referring to the injuries he gained during his military career.

"Since I won't get a straight answer from him..." Carla paused contemplating the question before continuing. "Actually, that isn't true at all. I'd ask how he was shot, and he'd retort with a gun." She grumbled before shaking her head realizing that she was rambling. "How exactly did it happen?"

"By protecting me." Amy revealed to her, guessing that there was some history between the two considering the familiarity in which they spoke, not to mention that Carla had pretty much predicted and mimicked his voice perfectly. "He shielded me from the bullets."

Carla smiled gently and glanced over at where Jericho was. "That doesn't surprise me."

"You like him, don't you?"

Not even denying it, Carla smiled. "What's not to like? He's handsome, strong, smart, has a kind heart, selfless and has never treated me or anyone else any differently because of race, gender, or sexuality, a rarity these days, especially for a Cop...no offence." Carla apologised sheepishly.

"None taken." Amy waved off, glad to hear that Jericho wasn't prejudice. Privately, she wondered what his flaws were knowing that he must have had them. Everything that she had heard, everything that she had seen since he had joined the Nine-Nine he seemed like the perfect guy. Forgetting about that for the meantime, Amy offered Carla a smile. "I should probably let you get back to work."

"And what about you?" Carla asked confusing Amy. "You said that Jericho shielded you from the bullets..."

"Oh, yeah. I'm A-Okay!" Amy responded chipperly, throwing her arm up for good measure. "Just another day at the office." She finished clicking her tongue trying to play it cool, an act that Carla didn't buy for a second.

"You know, the first thing I learned when becoming a nurse is to tell when people are lying."

"I'm a Detec..."

"You're also human." Carla pointed out with a gentle smile, reminding Amy of that simple fact and when she remained silent. "Does stubbornness come naturally to detectives, or do you have to work at it?" She asked playfully. "But in all seriousness, if you want to talk..."

Amy offered a small smile. "I appreciate the offer, but really, I'm fine." She insisted trying to sound as convincing as possible...even if she didn't really believe herself.

"Well, the offer stands." Carla relented knowing that she was fighting a losing battle. "And while it might not seem like it, Jericho is a great listener."

Appreciating the not-so-subtle suggestion, Amy offered a smile. "Thanks, Carla." She told her before walking away and headed through the room to where Jericho was sitting on the edge of one of the seats to prevent getting any blood on the back of the chair. Approaching him, he seemed to be in his own little world only to be pulled out of it when he heard her and looked up, concern in his eyes as he looked at her.

"You okay?"

Smiling at his concern, Amy sat down in the chair next to him and nodded. "You should be more concerned about yourself, you're the one that was shot." Pausing, the guilt of being the one responsible for him being hurt, for nearly getting him killed getting to her. "Because of me." She whispered the last part under her breath only for her cheeks to burn when she felt Jericho place his hand over hers and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"For you." Six repeated what he had told her at the crime scene, squeezing her hand to comfort Amy seeing her distress and the fact that she was still blaming herself for him getting shot.

"...but you could have been killed."

Six just looked at her. "I would've happily given up my life if it meant keeping you safe." He said sincerely, meaning every word. He had already lost enough people, enough teammates because of his inactions, because he never took command of the situation and instead waited for orders, for others to lead the mission...a mistake, a mindset that he swore he would never make again after Reach.

Feeling her cheeks burn even hotter and her heart racing like never before at his words, Amy found herself unconsciously leaning into her protector. Not fighting it, she gently rested her head on his large, muscular arm that just like when he had wrapped his arms around her to shield her from the bullets, she felt safe in his presence, safer than she had ever felt with anybody.

"Just for the record, I'm glad that you didn't...that would have sucked." Amy confessed before looking down at his hand to see that it was still resting atop her own. Without warning or even thinking things through clearly, she turned hers around in his much larger one and slipped her fingers between his, squeezing them around his hand.

Her heart fluttered and got butterflies in her stomach like a love-struck teenager when Jericho instead of pulling away closed his fingers around her hand and squeezed back gently, an action that made her smile as she leaned more into him and squeezed back, enjoying the warmth and sense of safety she got just by holding his hand.

After leaving the Nine-Nine and heading across the city to the crime scene, Charles, Jake, and Rosa finally arrived. Climbing out of the 1969 Ford Mustang Fastback that had been completely restored and ran smoothly rather than smoking and banging every couple of few seconds, the three of them got out to see that the media were already reporting on the mass shootout.

"They got here quick."

"What do you expect? It's a mass shootout." Rosa voiced dryly answering Charles as they made their way towards the entrance that was taped off and guarded by the uniformed officers that were keeping people out. "Everyone would have heard those shots for miles."

Approaching the entrance, they flashed their badges getting a nod from one of the officers who lifted up the tape and allowed them into the property. Making their way around the side of the penthouse, the three of them arrived at the garden to see that it was filled with forensics that were taking photos and taking samples. Looking around they spotted white body bags, a large swimming pool that was filled with crimson-red water...and the trail of blood that ran through the garden and led into the penthouse.

"That's a lot of blood."

Jake nodded slowly. "Yeah." He agreed with Charles, grimacing at the amount of blood. "Whoever it belongs to must have tried escape the shooter and ran into the penthouse...they probably didn't get far." He muttered through a grimaced. While he didn't wish it on anybody, he really hoped that it wasn't a kid.

"Actually, the blood belongs to Detective Reach." A voice answered.

Looking in the direction that it came from, Charles, Jake, and Rosa saw that it belonged to one of the uniformed officers that were standing watch around the crime scene, waiting for forensic to finish their jobs.

"It does?!" Charles exclaimed, suddenly worried about Jericho, a sentiment that both Jake and Rosa shared...even if the latter would fiercely deny it if asked.

Looking at the blood trail and then back at the cop, Jake became concerned for his friend. Yes, his friend...despite what Jericho claimed about them being nothing more than associates. "Is he alright?"

"He was fine last I saw him...hard to believe that he was shot in the back several times." He commented idlily shocking the three of them into silence, looking between the blood and officer.

Being the first to break the silence, Jake said pretty much what they were all thinking. "Say again?"

"Yeah, and I always thought the stories about him were exaggerated." The cop remarked, more to himself than them. "If not for the security footage I wouldn't have believed it myself, and yet he goes and takes several rounds in the back protecting his partner only to shrug them off and race into the building to apprehend the shooter singlehandedly, getting shot in the face for his troubles."

While the picture that was painted was horrific, Jake couldn't hold back his smile. "Maybe he really is Robocop?"

"Shut up, Jake." Rosa glared at him, then looked at the officer who unconsciously took a step back from the terrifying detective. "The footage, does it show the exact moment that the shooter opened fire?"

"Yes, Detective."

"Then I'd like to see it."

"Of course." The officer nodded quickly. "I'll take you to the Security Control Room." He added waving them all over before turning and guiding them towards the penthouse. Careful not to step in the blood, blood they know knew belonged to one of their own.

"Do you guys think that Jericho is going to be okay?" Charles asked quietly, worried about him after hearing what had happened to him. "And what about Amy? You don't think that she was hurt do you?"

"You heard what the captain said, they took themselves to the hospital." Jake reminded, secretly hoping that they were both okay. Between the amount blood and hearing that not only had Jericho been shot repeatedly protecting Amy, along with being shot in the face, the image that his mind was conjuring wasn't a pretty one.

"But what do you think about what he said about Jericho shrugging off bullets?"

"I think it's hot." Rosa practically growled out unnerving everyone around her...almost everyone.

"You know, I've been told that I have a pretty high pain-tolerance myself."

Jake just looked at Charles. "By who? Last week you were holding back tears when you got that papercut."

"Papercuts can be extremely painful, Jake."

"Oh, I know." Jake agreed with him. "But I mean..." He trailed off trying his best to let him down gently when he was trying desperately to impress Rosa. "There is a papercut and then there is a bullet...bullets."

"Both can be just as dangerous." Charles proclaimed as they entered the penthouse, careful not to step in the blood that led upstairs that they knew belonged to Jericho. "I have a cousin, Peter, lovely man. One day, he got a papercut on his finger, and it became septic, forcing him to amputate to save the rest of his hand. Fortunately, he replaced it with a cybernetic but is bulled mercilessly by the children where he lives; they call him Peter Pointer."

Rosa smirked, whereas Jake snickered. However, before they or the office that was guided them through the penthouse could retort or quip anything they finally reached the Security Control Room. Heading through the door and entering the room they found a state-of-the-art surveillance system that consisted of several large screens, each of which displayed a different camara location that depicted the shooting that the people in the room were watching.

Walking over and standing behind the techs that were working on the computer, watching the screens, the three detectives watched wordlessly as the partygoers were opened fire on, blood spraying across the garden and bodies, both adults and teenagers falling as they were gunned down. While their job had certainly made them more jaded and emotionlessly detached than most people, watching civilians being gunned down was a sight that never got any easier.

"Can you go back to just before the shooting?" Rosa asked, her dark eyes watching the screens and the madness that unfolded. However, her attention was on the screen where she spotted Jericho running through the panicking crowd, jumping over the dead bodies, and moving at speeds that surprised the others but since she was the one that had worked with him the most during his time at the Nine-Nine, it was nothing new to her.

The screen suddenly changed, and in the distance, she watched as Amy and Jericho walked around the swimming pool only to be stopped by a security guard and began speaking with him, what exactly they were talking about was unknown. Despite the state-of-the-art system, the three of them were too far from way to make out anything they were saying.

Jericho suddenly noticed something, yelled something out and grabbed the security guard and pulled him off the ground, throwing him out of the way before wrapping his arms around Amy and pulled her close. Bullets struck his back just like the officer had said, but rather than screaming, yelling out in pain, he responded by grabbing his gun and fired at something off-camara.

"How is he still moving?!" Charles blurted out trying to wrap his head around the fact that Jericho had been shot repeatedly and showed no visible reaction. "Shouldn't he...you know, be bleeding out on the floor like the others that were shot?"

"Adrenaline, maybe?" Jake offered, just as shocked as Charles that Jericho had been shot multiple times protecting Amy and yet carried on like nothing had happened. "Unless the stories are true."

"Stories?"

"C'mon, Charles, everyone has heard the stories about Jericho fuckin' Reach!" Jake told Charles enthusiastically. "About him feeling no pain, taking on a hundred men with only one set of handcuffs and cuffed them all; they even say that he died years ago, but the Grim Reaper is just too afraid to tell him."

Rolling her dark, smoky eyes, Rosa stopped listening to Jake fanboying about Jericho and continued watching the screen that showed a man wearing a dark suit and holding his shoulder that was bleeding heavily and gunned down a security guard that came running around the corner.

"He's skilled marksmen, possibly military training." She remarked watching as the security guard was taken out with a headshot, killing them before they had a chance to react. "Do you..." Her voice trailed off when Jericho appeared on another camara, his back turned to it as he raced up the stairs allowing them to see his blood-soaked shirt from where he had been shot repeatedly shielding Amy.

"Okay..." Jake began slowly, visibly shaken at the amount of blood covering Jericho's back. "I knew it would be bad, but not that bad." He finished with a grimace, wondering if Jericho would be okay; not to mention in a similar mindset to Charles, wondering how he was still up and about after being shot that many times.

Charles, Jake, Rosa, and the rest of the room watched as Jericho moved around the corner only for blood to suddenly ooze from his cheek spraying across the wall. Instead of screaming, roaring in pain and cradling his face like anyone else would have done in his place, Jericho simply reached up and touched his split-cheek and grimaced slightly, but otherwise showed no reaction and moved on.

"God, he's so fuckin' hot right now." Rosa thought extremely turned on, suddenly becoming even more attracted to him smirking at the image, her dark eyes filled with desire as she watched Jericho disappear around the corner.

"Can you bring up the camera..."

"That camera in the hallway is down, Detective." One of the techs informed Jake, answering him. "According to the logs it hasn't been operational in several months, the last recording showing Ronald Dawson taking a couple of women back to his room." They explained just as Amy appeared on one of the cameras looking traumatized as she cautiously headed up the staircase.

On the previous camera, Jericho reappeared dragging the shooter that was unconscious by the back of the jacket, blood covering one side of his face that made him look even more intimidating than usual; though Rosa thought that he looked hotter. Reaching the top of the stairs, Amy pointed her gun at him but lowered it the second that she saw him.

"Are you okay?"

They all watched as Jericho nodded back, his expression like usual unreadable. "Target neutralized." He responded, his voice emotionless, cold, robotic even that sent a shiver down the spines of those that knew him, even those that didn't and had already watched the recording before.

"He's so..."

"Hot."

"Well, I was going to say different." Jake told Rosa, not missing her tone at all...and neither did Charles by the looks of things considering how depressed he suddenly became. It was no secret that Charles had a major, major crush on Rosa and while he supported him, being the ultimate wingman and all, it was obvious that he really wasn't her type...that type being Jericho.

Dangerous, powerful, mysterious, eyes that could make any woman and man weak at the knees just looking at them...not that he was referring to himself; that wasn't to say that Jericho was not a good-looking guy, the mere fact that Amy, Gina, Rosa, and several other people at the precinct were attracted to him proved that. Granted, Gina was attracted to anyone that was good looking, the fact that he was a multibillionaire was just a bonus...for her and him.

While he was going to have his work cut out for him, he could be pretty persuasive when he needed to be...how else did he manage to befriend Holt so quickly and became his favourite detective...aside from being amazing at his job? Having a multibillionaire as a friend, a multibillionaire that essentially owned New York City and countless others thanks to his company, it was at last time for him to enjoy the good life!

He was practically giddy at the thought of going to all the expensive, luxurious clubs with his new mega-loaded best friend! He gained a faraway look in his eye, a silly grin growing across his face as he imagined all the beautiful women surrounding them and treating them both like Kings and...

"Jake!"

"Not now, Rosa." Jake hushed her, closing his eyes to immerse himself in his fantasy. "I'm about to be fed grapes...OW!" He explained only to yelp, rubbing his throbbing arm when he received a strong punch from the Latina next to him.

"Focus."

"I was focusing!"

"On the case." Rosa continued through gritted teeth, annoyed that she was being ignored. Nobody ignored her.... nobody expect that for that dangerous, smoking hot, scar-faced bastard that acted smug because he thought that he had power over her due to knowing things about her past.

"Right," Jake nodded and donned what could be called a serious look...at least for him. "Me and Jericho being fed grapes and massaged by beautiful woman can wait..."

"I don't think that Jericho has ever had a massage." Charles remarked. "When I brought up about having a deep tissue massage, he asked why he would ever let a stranger touch him."

"Exactly."

"Well, in my fantasy Jericho has no problem with people touching him." Jake told Charles, ignoring Rosa's remark.

Rosa smirked as she looked at Jake. "Do you often have fantasies about him?"

"No." Jake scoffed defensively and quickly looked over at one of the techs to bypass the question. "Can you go back to just before the attack?" He asked suddenly remembering something that he had spotted but had been too distracted, wanting to see what had happened to Amy and Jericho and make sure that they were both okay and thankfully were...well, aside from the former probably being traumatized from the mass shooting and the latter being shot to hell, even if he had shrugged the bullets off.

Now that he thought about it maybe he wasn't Robocop but rather Jack Slater...no, that wouldn't make any sense. If like Jack, Jericho came from the movie world he would have been hurt like anyone else in the real world. Robocop it was then...unless he was a Terminator? And if he was...then maybe Holt was too. Yeaaaah, it was all beginning to make sense now. After all, it had been the captain that had him transferred to...

Wait! Did that make him John Conner! The original one he hoped, the badass version that they only ever caught a glimpse of in Terminator 2: Judgement Day rather than the whiney one from Terminator 3: Rise of The Machines.

Forgetting about Jericho and Holt being Terminators, even if it would explain a lot of things about them both such as Jericho somehow walking around after being shot repeatedly...aside from being a total badass, Jake watched as the recording began playing again. "Go back just before that." He instructed and once they did, he pointed at the screen. "Right there!"

Looking at what Jake was pointing at everyone looked at the screen that showed the garden and all the people in it before the shooter opened fire, however the was one thing that stuck out to them all. "The cocktail waitress."

"She's running before the shooter opened fire." Rosa continued after Charles getting a nod from Jake.

"Which means she saw the shooter."

"Or the shooter saw her?" Rosa countered back. "Perhaps this was a Hit rather than a random shooting and she was the target?"

"Why would someone put a hit out on a cocktail waitress?" Charles asked the love of his life.

Rosa shrugged back. "Perhaps there is more to her than meets the eye...that, or we're just clutching at straws." She added after a few moments. "Most likely she happened to see the shooter and had a fight or flight response."

Back at Sacred Heart, Six and Amy could be seen waiting to be seen by one of the Doctors or Nurses after the Spartan had refused treatment until the civilians had been taken care of first. Fortunately, everyone that had been brought from Arthello Terrance that had been injured had been seen and the others that were sitting in the Waiting Room were there on a completely unrelated matter meaning that it was only a matter of time now until they were seen.

During the entire forty-minutes that they had both been waiting, Amy hadn't once removed her head from Jericho feeling contented to just sit there with him; not to mention continued to hold his hand that filled her with warmth and safety just like when he had held and protected her from the bullets risking his own life just to keep her safe from harm.

To be perfectly honest, she had expecting him to take his hand back or shrug her off after a few moments and yet he did nothing of the sorts and just continued to hold her hand back to comfort her; not that she was complaining. Her only protest was that the stupid chairs had arms...

A sharp whistle suddenly rang out startling Amy hurting her ears and from the other people in the Waiting Room she wasn't alone. Looking in the direction that the high-pitched noise came from her dark brown eyes landed on a doctor that was staring right at him and smiling, a smile that made her tighten her hand around Jericho.

"Oh, gosh! You two are just the cutest darn thing I have ever seen; I could just gobble you both up." The doctor voiced with an unsettling smile as Amy blushed furiously when everyone stopped and looked at them. "And while it truly breaks my heart to have to be that guy to interrupt this little snugglefest that you both have going, I am moments away from projectile vomiting over the pair of you."

Amy wrinkled her nose, as for Six. "How long you been working on that?"

"Not that long." Dr. Cox answered. "Now, if you're finished bleeding all over our nice clean chairs, let's go lover-boy." He said throwing his head to the side before turning and heading off without so much as a glance at the pair of them.

Giving Amy's hand another reassuring squeeze letting her know that everything was going to be fine, Six removed his hand from hers and got up from the chair totally unaware of her disappointment at the sudden loss of contact and followed after Cox, ignoring the gasps of horror and shocked looks from the civilians that hadn't seen his back and left the Reception/Waiting area and headed through the Hospital.

Quickly getting up and following Jericho and that jerk of a doctor, Amy quietly shadowed them both as they moved through the large hospital before reaching one of the rooms. Heading inside, she saw Carla and several other nurses getting the room ready and stepped to the side to stay out of everybody's way.

"Alright then Montana, hurry up and get your shirt off and let's see the damage." Cox instructed the Spartan who had already began loosening his tie. "Not that you can really tell at this point, if you were a horse, I would have already put you down and used you for glue."

Ignoring the callous remark from the doctor, Amy tuned him out and watched with keen interest as Jericho removed his tie, followed by his gun-holster, then started unbuttoning his shirt before stripping it off revealing several dog-tags hanging around his neck and suddenly grew hot and bothered, her dark-eyes glazing over and smiled, biting her lip as she stared at the incredible body that was on display, one that looked like it had been fashioned by the Olympians Gods.

"Oh, Mama like." Amy purred eying Jericho up, liking what she saw. Broad shoulders, a large powerful chest that might have well of been made from stone the kind that you just wanted to lay your head against, biceps that were as defined and perfectly sculpted, and abs that you just wanted to run your fingers along...however, her ogling stopped, a pit forming in her stomach when she finally comprehended the lifetime of injuries that were mapped across his herculean build.

Bitemarks across his shoulders and near his neck, bitemarks that strangely enough looked like a monkey, or a gorilla had tried to take several bites out of him judging from the fang marks. Across his torso, stomach, and arms were stab marks, bullet wounds, burns, and old scars that had healed long ago and yet still looked painful. While they certainly added to his mystique, the dangerous and enigmatic allure that Jericho radiated, Amy couldn't help but wonder if he perhaps had a death wish...she hoped not.

"Dear, God! It's like I've turned on the Discovery Channel just in time to see a pack of ravenous lionesses about to devour a poor gazelle." The doctor's sarcastic jibe pulled Amy from her thoughts and ogling of Jericho and blushed realizing that she had been caught staring, something that the Nurses in the room had been doing though they were far more brazen about it.

"Bye, Jericho." One of the Nurses said coyly, offering a flirtatious wave, as did the other nurses that walked past, some even brushing their fingers across his naked torso and undressing him with their eyes as they left the room; something that bothered Amy far more than she thought it would.

Once they were gone, Cox turned to Six. "Now that you've survived your encounter with the Succubus's..."

"They're not that bad." Carla insisted rolling her eyes...though would be having talks with them about touching Jericho. This was 2014, not 2001. That sort of behaviour was not acceptable. Besides, if anyone was going to touch him. "And I'll take that, Jericho." She said holding her glove-covered hand out and waited for him to hand over the blooded shirt he was still holding. "I think it's beyond saving, don't you?"

"I have nothing else to wear."

Carla gained a small, mischievous smirk. "Then I guess you'll just have to walk around without a shirt on, won't you?"

"Um, Dr. Cox, I've finished what you..." A young, eager voice stated before stopping abruptly. Looking in the direction that it came from, everyone looked as a young man with thick black hair and bright blue eyes entered the room only to stop, his eyes fixated on the bloodied shirt and quickly grew pale. "...T-That's a lot of blood."

Amy offered a small, sympathetic smile at the young doctor...though thinking about it, he was probably a new Intern. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course." The young man played off clearly trying to put on a brave face, though his complexion had noticeably paled since arriving. "It's just a bit of blood...more than a bit actually,"

Cox looked over at the young man, a dangerous twinkle in his eye. "Don't you dare faint on me, Susan. I'm gonna need your help with this." He declared grabbing Jericho and turning him around so that he could see the state of his back, something that made Susan covering his mouth as he gagged and quickly ran to empty the contents of his stomach from the sheer amount of blood covering his back, a sentiment that Amy also shared judging by how horrified she looked as she covered her mouth.

Carla just glared at Cox. "You did that on purpose." She accused, otherwise showing to reaction to the state of Jericho's back having seen it in a similar state or worse over the years.

"It really is the little things in life." Cox sighed happily not even denying it.

"I thought I heard your voice in here baby gir-DAMN!" For a second, Amy could've sworn that Terry was behind her. Turning around, she looked over at the entrance to find a man, a surgeon judging from their green scrubs, starting wide-eyed at Jericho. "THAT'S A LOT OF BLOOD!"

"You know, a surgeons' skills of observation never fail to impress me...no, no, scratch that; they always blow me out of the park, no, beyond that! They skyrocket off the planet!"

Footsteps filled the room. "And how's our number one customer?" A grandfatherly voice asked with a light-hearted chuckle making Cox breath through his nose and close his eyes. Looking in the direction that it came from, Amy saw a short old man wearing a white doctor's coat standing by the door.

"I've got an idea for you Bob, since you and everyone else seems to think that this room is where everyone communes why don't you just invite the entire damn hospital in just for the hell of it?"

Dr. Kelso beamed, chuckling joyfully. "Good idea, Perry!" Somehow his smile grew even larger, something that only made Cox's eye twitch violently and crossed his arms and rubbed his nose and watched as Kelso leaned out the door. "If anyone would like to meet Jericho Reach, well now is your chance!"

Six looked sharply at Kelso, then listened to the floor rumbling and felt his eye twitching as he somehow got dragged into Bob and Perry's little game as Doctors, Nurses, Surgeons, Interns, and even Patients began to fill the room and soon found himself assault by a barrage of questions, even selfie requests a concept that had always alluded him. Closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, he only had one thought running through his mind.

"I hate these people."

And cut! Here is the next chapter of The Demon of The Nine-Nine, I hoped you all enjoyed it. Not really much to say regarding this chapter. Next chapter Six and Amy will finally leave Sacred Heart and reunite with the rest of the squad, not to mention get back to the case.