The Demon Of The Nine-Nine
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Angry lil' Elf: I can't say the same for this chapter, lol.
And I thought that it was about time that it came out that Six had PTSD. And that sounds like a pretty cool arc, actually. Perhaps the only way for the Vet to get treatment for their PTSD is if Six goes with him which he reluctantly agrees too.
The case was based off of a Lethal Weapons series episode so if you saw the episode, you knew that Hirsch was going to be corrupt. And I remember you mentioning the Victoria secret models, I'll have to look up the names when I get a chance. I should see if I can watch Hawaii Five-0 somewhere to get inspiration for whatever case I try writing up for this story.
And I've never actually watched Goblin Slayer, actually it's been a while since I got into anime. The last serious anime that I watched properly was Fairy Tail and Blue Exorcist, and that was years ago.
Grudgematch: I think that they'll respect it...at least they will until they get drunk.
Dragonkiller215: Thanks, man. Hope you like this one too.
Trailblazer445: It's been a while since there's been any action, so, yeah. Plus since the last case was heavily inspired by a Lethal Weapons episode, that scene in it...only Six did it alone rather than having a partner to back him up. And no doubt, Six and Amy are definitely closer.
Guest: It was!
Damien Evermere: Thanks, man. And I surprised myself, but I really wanted to get the case wrapped up.
Pragma: Thanks. And sorry if the Latin was butchered, I was using Google translate, guess that it was wrong.
Viperstrike2: Thanks. Hopefully you'll like this one too.
Guest: Glad you liked it!
Daua002: That they are...even if Six denies it; and thank you.
sky189: Thanks.
Jestalnaker94000: Oh, most definitely. But if the Demon suddenly showed up and hunted down Hirsch and the other weapons smugglers, the very ones that Jericho was looking into then it would have been very suspicious, especially since Amy knew that he was going out to follow up on a lead that would end the case. And I'm probably going to hold off on that Halo x Walking Dead crossover, at least for the time being.
Jebest4781: Thanks, man. Hope you like this one too!
Memnon45: Me too. And I'm certain they will lol.
Isekai Me Please: Thanks!
Gwynx: You're welcome!
Marlastiano: Appreciate it.
MarauderPrime12: Thanks! And I decided to just jump into the fourth episode to get things moving along.
FallenMetalGod: While I can't speak for Hitchcock, Scully has too big of a heart to just sit there and do nothing while one of his friends is hurting. And comedy aside, they must have.
Statess: Hopefully you don't hate me too much for making you wait so long for this chapter.
inatorbald: Hopefully it was worth the wait.
G-AME5: I'm glad.
War Sage: I really wanted to get the case over and done with.
If Jake meets Max, I think that he'll have a hard time stringing words together as he tries to keep eye contact with her. As for Six and Max, well Max typically hates cops...but she might make an exception for Jericho Reach.
Despite their ineptness, Scully and Hitchcock are MVP's when it matters. Although, I personally prefer Scully to Hitchcock since he has a few redeeming traits, whereas Hitchcock is just...well, Hitchcock.
Like Six, Rosa, and Holt said, Amy still did her job even while traumatized.
Oh, yes. Six knows the Vulture, a history that will come to light in due time.
I thought that it was high time that it came out that Jericho had PTSD. Now that they know the squad will try and help him through it, get him to live life rather than just survive it, similar to how the Six is in my The Fast And The Noble. But it'll be some time until he's anything like that version.
If Holt wasn't there who knows what would have happened lol.
Six has been a cop for a decade, it makes sense that he would have contacts. Plus before he was, he worked for ONI. He has no problem working with intelligence agencies tame in comparison to an organization that kidnaps children from their homes, conscripts them into the military and turns them into supersoldiers; and that's one of the tamer things that ONI have done.
Amy isn't the first person to go to Six's penthouse, he's had people there before. But looking back, I couldn't think what penthouse to give him hence why I picked the one from Mass Effect 3. Sorta wishing that I looked on YouTube to see the videos of retailors showing off the penthouses in NYC. Of course, I could have Six have multiple penthouses, we'll see.
It was inspired by a scene in Hot Fuzz; a film that is a guilty pleasure of mine.
And Cox is his doctor, so he would know of his PTSD; and since Carla is always with him, yeah, she knows too.
Lomada: It just came off as massively passively aggressive. But you're right about that scene. Originally, I had another scene written up but went back to the chapter where Six and Rosa visit Sacred Heart for the first time and saw that I had Six say that his and Carla's relationship was plutonic so took it out, guess I forgot about that part. My bad.
And no tinted perspective here. I'll be the first to tell you that my stories and writing are absolute dogshit to all the other stories and talented authors on this sight. And Six still grunts, he was just comforting Amy after she was traumatized. And he wasn't getting his flirt on when he said he'd die for her. He's a child soldier that was indoctrinated to putting humanity before himself from an early age, as were every Spartan-II and III that came before and after him.
Add in the Fall of Reach, the guilt of not only failing to save Noble Team but feeling personally responsible for all the people that died there, which was over a billion human casualties, he would give his life for any human.
Sixfan29: True, especially with his superhuman stamina; he'll probably last for days. It does make me wonder if Six and whomever he's having sex with would be going at it for the entire weekend non-stop.
He's done more than heard of him, he knows him...and pretty well too.
No, he does have contacts with all the branches. And while they might be seen as the enemy, Six has a pretty good relationship with Internal Affairs since he's taken down many dirty detectives.
Octavio Sumarkho: Thanks, man. I'm glad you liked it.
And out of all the Covenant species, Jackals would be the easiest to take out. They very rarely have energy shields, and a good marksmen should be able to fire through the gap of the shield making them lower it and finish them off with a headshot. And if regular soldiers can kill them, ones that to my knowledge haven't been augmented in any way, shape or form, I don't see why the squad couldn't...one they get over their shock of there being aliens.
Guest: I'm glad you're liking the story. And honestly, I've seen someone slam the butt of their gun into a gunmen's throat before but can't think where but thought that it would be something that Six would do, especially since he wasn't trying to kill any of them and wanted to arrest them. And I have been planning on upgrading Jericho gun, the Glock no doubt looking tiny in his hand. I've got a pretty good idea what I'm gonna give him, but if you have any suggestions, be my guest.
VLF: Thanks, man. And for the words of support.
Brainstorm Sorcerer: The same cannot be said for this chapter, lol. But hopefully it was worth the wait...even if it's much, MUCH shorter than the previous chapter. And they do have their moments, more Scully than Hitchcock, but they're a package deal. Gina might pick on Amy, but I doubt that even she would say anything mean to a traumatized Amy who saw all those people die before her.
It probably was. To be honest, wasn't really sure how to write it. But I felt that if she could speak to anyone then it would be Holt, a man that she respects more than anyone since he's the first proper captain that the Nine-Nine have had. I thought about Six jumping off the roof with Natasha and into the building like Riggs did, but being a supersoldier he would have caught her before she reached the rooftop, hence why I didn't write that scene.
Just wait until Six meets Kevin...and everyone sees Holt, Kevin, and Jericho interacting! And I think they might just lose it, Amy more so. When Six eventually has dinner with Amy and her parents, and most likely David too, Carmilla might start speaking Spanish so that they can discuss Six without him knowing only to be shocked when he answers the question.
And I mean, it was a black muscle car going nearly two hundred miles per hour in New York City, there are very few people that it could be.
She is. And he has the cars to give him something to do such as replacing the engines for hydrogen engines. And it has, Six just refuses to allow it develop further feeling that he lost the right to that sort of happiness long ago. And last chapter was his second week, this chapter it's been close to a month since Captain Holt had him transferred to the Nine-Nine.
As I mentioned, Jake sees himself as a storyteller. That's a good point about Jordan. And while it would be a good scene, Six would no doubt lose his badge if he went and threatened a civilian, sort of like what happened when Jake got suspended.
gabekaykwok: I'm glad you liked it. And as I mentioned before, I do plan to add over verses/shows into this story.
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GrimmPandaMan: Then hopefully this next chapter doesn't change your mind.
Chapter 19.
Driving down into the parking lot, Captain Holt was not surprised to see Reach's Chevrolet Chevelle sitting alone meaning that he was already at the precinct long before anyone else had arrived. Pulling into the spot that was reserved for him, he parked up. Grabbing the briefcase from the passenger seat, he climbed out and locked the car.
Leaving the parking lot, he walked down the sidewalk and towards the entrance of the building where he immediately spotted paparazzi outside; and all too common sight these last couple of weeks since it had come to light that the owner of Noble Industries was a detective for the New York Police Department, something that had been speculated for years but never confirmed...until now.
It had been all anyone had talked about for the last couple of weeks with every major news channel in America trying to interview him, only to be left wanting as he instead focused on his job. With his place of employment now known to the public, Reach had received a wide abundance of gifts from his admirers that ranged from regular people, celebrities, and even pornographic film stars as Peralta had enthusiastically informed him when he read the names out.
While the newfound revelation had certainly warranted interest for the precinct and the NYPD as a whole, the paparazzi had been relentless in their pursuit of taking photos of Reach and every aspect of his life risking both their own and the publics life to do so, the more daring even going as far as to contaminate crimes scenes and infiltrate the station under the pretence of reporting a crime only to pull out their phones and start taking pictures.
"Captain Holt! Captain Holt!" Voices called out to him as he neared the entrance. "What's it like having a multibillionaire, philanthropist, and most desirable bachelor on the planet working for you?"
"No comment." Holt politely declined the question, showing no reaction that the paparazzi knew his name since it had become closely affiliated with Reach's over the last couple of weeks. Stepping into the building, he greeted the officers at the front desk before heading up the steps and into the elevator. Pressing the button, the door closed and took it up to the fourth floor.
Waiting patiently and enjoying the silence rather than having some unneeded background music playing that served no purpose, he felt the elevator jolt as it reached it's destination. The door opening, he stepped out only to stop abruptly and looked around, privately wondering if he had gotten off on the wrong floor when he didn't recognize anything. It was only the sight of his office in the back that told him otherwise.
The posters and notes that covered every corner of the room had been pulled down, a significant improvement to the room's aesthetic in his opinion, with the walls repainted a light blue that gave off a calming effect, making the room brighter, which stood out against the white baseboards that had also been repainted. The old metal desks had been taken down, replaced by white pedestal ones with light brown wooden tops.
Sitting atop each of the desks were new monitor screens that were much larger, thinner than the ones that the NYPD supplied their precincts with, along with various other appliances that had not been there Friday night. Even the desk chairs had been replaced, the new ones extra padded for comfort.
Holt was pulled from his observation when the sound drilling filled the room. Heading through the gate, he walked through the bullpen and followed the sound that was coming from within the briefing room where he noticed that all the chairs and tables inside had been dismantled and piled up outside.
Stepping into the room, he caught the smell of fresh paint that was more potent than it was in the bullpen, however it was the large brown conference table that ran the length of the room with black leather seats that really drew his attention. Looking to the end of the room, he found Reach wearing black overalls over a white tee with his back turned pressing a spirit level against the far wall.
"Reach."
"Captain." Jericho greeted back. "Productive weekend?" He asked, continuing what he was doing rather than stopping to face him.
"A small fire in my home. I lost many photo albums of treasured memories."
"I imagine that was devastating."
"Hmmm." Holt agreed, then voiced the question that was on his mind. "What is all this?" He asked observing the room before noticing a large box at the end of the room.
"After Jake commemorated his accomplishment of solving five felonies in a single week by firing his beverages into the ceiling, I decided that now would be the opportune time to make some well-needed alterations to the fourth floor."
"You used your own money?"
"Hm."
"That was not necessary."
"I disagree. Of course, I did have ulterior motives."
Holt was naturally curious. "Which were?"
"Even before the beverage incident I had been planning on making some well-needed alterations to improve productivity and proficiency in the workplace." Jericho explained to Holt who immediately grew interested. "With the exception of unprofessionalism at times, our biggest problem is that we're using outdated technology that is constantly crashing, not to mention incredibly slow by today's standards which is why I had them replaced."
"How much did you spend?"
"With all due respect, sir, that is my business." Jericho stated, refusing to answer the question. "But you will find that these are significantly more powerful than what he had previously. Speaking of which, I took the liberty of replacing yours. I hypothesized that your preference is a laptop, which you will find on my desk."
"While your hypothesise is correct, it would be inappropriate to accept a gift from an employee."
Placing the spirit level on the wall, Jericho continued working. "I would concur if it was a gift, it is not, it is simply a piece of technology to utilize whilst on the job."
"I see, well, I acknowledge the logic in your statement and accept." Holt said accepting the new laptop. "But with the exception of the new computers, how does renovating the fourth-floor help with improving productivity and proficiency?" He asked and watched as Jericho placed up a second bracket on the wall.
"With the limited amount of time available to me, I have only renovated the bullpen and the briefing room." Jericho corrected as he placed both the spirit level and the bracket down and grabbed the drill. "But to answer your question, from my understanding new things improve morale."
"Hmmm."
"There is also a new chair and desk for your office, both which will need to be assembled. I would've done it already, but I felt that it would be unprofessional to go into my superior officer's office uninvited and when you were not here."
"It would." Holt agreed, a sentiment that he wished that the rest of squad shared, particularly Peralta who had a habit of walking in uninvited rather than doing his paperwork and instead told one of his anecdotes or...jokes. "And while the offer is appreciated it is unnecessary, my current chair and desk continue to serve their purpose just fine."
"Perhaps." Jericho concurred, bringing the drill to the wall. "But it would be inequitable not to offer you the same as everyone else."
Holt contemplated his words for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Permission granted."
"Acknowledged." Jericho replied. "I will be with you once I've finished this." He said and went to pull the trigger on the drill, only to stop. "Additionally, the restroom needs to be tackled. While I cannot speak for the woman's for obvious reasons, the men's is in an appalling state. Not to mention that many of the faculties are out-of-order and have been since I arrived; I would like to remedy that."
"Personally?"
"Negative. Work commences in..." Jericho trailed off as he looked at his watch. "Twenty-three minutes. But a call to the right people..."
"That will not be necessary, you have..."
"OSHA require that employers provide their workers with sanitary and immediately-available toilet faculties; and sanitary is not a word that can be used to describe the men's restroom."
With reluctance, Holt yielded. "That is very true. But do not feel that you are obligated to do so. The restroom, along with the various other problems that have surfaced at the precinct should have been tackled by the NYPD before they arose."
"They should've." Jericho agreed. "Unfortunately, and this is only a hypothesis on my part, due to the location of the precinct the NYPD do not consider it a priority; as if a lack of productivity was not a priority." He muttered at the sheer lunacy of the final part of the conversation.
"Agreed."
It was around fifteen minutes later when everyone started turning up. Unsurprisingly, Amy was the first to arrive. Stepping out of the elevator, she had a similar reaction to Holt as she looked around, wondering if she had gotten off on the wrong floor when she didn't recognize anything.
Looking around the room her dark brown eyes suddenly widened, a small gasp escaping her lips when she saw the brand-new pedestal desks. Rushing through the gate and into the bullpen, she practically ran over to hers. Smiling as she pulled out the chair, she lowered herself into it and sighed blissfully as she sunk into the comfortable material, unlike the hard seats they had been using for years.
Affectionally rubbing her hands along the armrests, Amy looked at the desk to see the brand-new computer. The monitor was much larger, easily over thirty inches with a wireless keyboard and mouse sitting on the large non-slip mousepad. She even had her own printer. But the highlight? She had draws, six of them!
"New chairs? Oh, baby!"
Swirling in her chair when she heard Hitchcock, she watched as he and Scully pulled out their own chairs from their new desks and plopped down into them, a contented smile appearing as they did.
"Morning, Amy!" Scully smiled brightly, waving at her as he sat in his seat.
Amy smiled back. "Morning Scully, Hitchcock."
"My ass feels like it's taking First Class." Hitchcock sighed contendingly, more interested in the chair than saying morning to Amy.
"This must be a reward for all the hard work we've done." Scully commented out loud.
"About time; don't know about you, but my shoulders are getting tired from carrying this team." Hitchcock told Scully seriously, earning a flat look from Amy. "Although, we will need to break them in."
Amy wrinkled her nose, shuddering violently as she was forced to watch as Hitchcock and Scully shuffled their butts into their brand-new seats. They were just chairs...and yet she felt like they deserved to have rights.
"No-way! Are those new computers?!" Jake suddenly exclaimed, ultimately saving Amy from the awful sight that she was forced to endure and watched as he rushed into the bullpen, followed by Charles and Amy. "And chairs?!" He added gleefully pulling his seat out and jumped into it, making it roll back and spun himself around in his brand-new padded chair. "Would you all think less of me if I cried right now?"
"More than I already do?" Rosa asked dully as she walked past him holding her motorbike helmet.
Jake pouted a little. "That's hurtful."
"It was meant to be."
"Don't worry Jake, women love a man that's in touch with his emotions." Charles comforted his best friend.
Rosa snorted. "Not this woman."
"But not me." Charles immediately took back what he said. "Emotions right, who needs them? Personally, I feel they get in the way."
Pretending that she didn't hear Charles, Rosa pulled out her own chair and fell into it. "Damn. These are pretty dope." She agreed with Jake, bouncing slightly to test it out.
"Right."
"I didn't know that we were renovating." Terry voiced, revealing his presence to everyone as he stepped into the bullpen and looked around. "But I like it."
Surprised by his words, Amy looked at Terry. "You didn't know that this was happening?"
"Nope; but it looks great." Terry complimented before noticing something. "Damn, are those new computers?" He hollered when he finally noticed them. "And new desks, and new chairs?" Walking over to his new desks, he pulled his own seat out that looked to have been built to accommodate his height with it being larger than the others, he sat down in it and smiled. "Oh, Terry likes this."
"It's like Christmas has come early at the Nine-Nine!"
"Yeah, but where do you think all this stuff came from?" Amy asked everyone. "We've requesting new computers, actually not even new computers just better ones that we had, and the request is always rejected. And now we suddenly have new computers, desks, chairs, printers, and...
Jake interjected, cutting her off. "Are you really complaining about free stuff?"
"I'm not complaining."
"Could've fooled me."
Everyone whirled round to see Gina sitting at her own new desk. "Gina?!" Jake blurted out what they were all thinking. "When did you get here?"
"I've always been here." Gina giggled before she went back to looking at her new things; and she loved new things.
Jake looked around at the others. "Did anyone see her come in?" He asked, privately wondering if he was just a bad detective since he hadn't detected her walking in...but that was ridiculous. Him and Jericho were practically rivals, both in looks and detectives, they were like Maverick and Iceman; just a pair of Alpha Males with so much testosterone that...
"No."
"Nope."
"I didn't."
"Na-uh."
"Wasn't looking; don't care."
Shrugging seeing as how it didn't' really matter, Jake turned back to his desk. "Huh, weird."
"We never had Jericho before." Scully spoke up, answering Amy's question. "Maybe he put in a request, and they agreed."
Hitchcock followed up. "He is the golden boy."
"Maybe." Amy murmured, reluctantly agreeing with Scully and Hitchcock. Not because she didn't want to but because...well, it was Scully and Hitchcock. "But these computers look state-of-the art, they must have cost a small fortune. I can't see the NYPD paying that sort of money for computers, not even for Jericho; maybe he brought them."
"Why would he buy them?"
"Because he can."
Ignoring Jake, Amy answered Rosa. "To replace our old ones. I'm only guessing, but each one must have cost around...what, a thousand dollars, maybe more, and there are nine of them. That's between nine to eighteen thousand dollars alone, then there are the chairs and the desks, the printers, the brand-new phones, easily going over twenty thousand. It might be a ridiculous amount of money to spend in one go for us, but for Jericho..."
"Because he's the real-life Bruce Wayne?"
With difficulty, Amy agreed with Jake. "Yes." It was a running joke, but the similarities between Jericho and Bruce Wayne continued to grow the longer they knew him, which at this point had nearly been a month. Like Batman, Jericho was the owner of a multibillion-dollar company, was an incredible detective, was multilingualism; something that she found really, really sexy.
He was in peak physical condition with a body that looked like it had been sculpted to perfection...the kind that you just wanted to run your fingers across and explore every inch of. To feel his large, calloused hands capture your hips and...he was smart! Yep, really, really smart! And handsome, strong, a bit of a workaholic, and while it might not have been a Batman trait, Jericho was a great listener.
He was also a philanthropist. While she had known about his philanthropy from the numerous charity organizations that Noble Industries had set up that strived to help people all around the world, she remembered seeing it first-hand and how much he cared about other people, despite what his file said, the morning after he had returned from taking down the now former Special Agent Bennett Hirsch and the others that were with him.
(Flashback)
"Jericho did what?!"
Sitting around the desk, Amy continued telling the squad what had happened the night before. "He didn't tell me much other than he was following up on a lead, one that could put the case to rest...which turned out to be that the AFT Agent was dirty, secretly a weapons smuggler and Natasha's ex-boyfriend, Gino Corelli."
"No wonder he wanted to take the shooter back with him." Rosa growled out.
"Not that it did him much good." Amy pointed out. "A few hours later him and the other weapons smugglers in the warehouse were taken down and arrested by Jericho, the next-gen weapons recovered and catalogued." She finished, leaving out the part where she had hugged him the second that he got back, happy that he was still alive after going off without any backup.
"Singlehandedly?"
Amy looked over at Jake. "Yeah."
"He really is Batman!"
"And fuckin' hot." Rosa growled making everyone scoot away…. Charles just looked depressed.
"Hard to believe that the AFT Agent was dirty."
"Not really." Gina disagreed with Charles. "It's always the sexy ones."
Rosa bobbed her head slightly. "True."
"It really makes you wonder how dirty that sexy beefcake is."
With a small glare, Amy interjected. "Jericho isn't dirty." She expressed firmly and immediately realized her mistake when Gina smiled making her blush in embarrassment. Fortunately, she was saved when Captain Holt, Terry, Jericho, and Natasha stepped into the bullpen after coming back from the Interrogation Room where they had no doubt shown her the pictures of Hirsch to confirm whether or not he was Gino Corelli.
"These men will take you to the safehouse where you'll stay until the court hearing." Holt told Natasha, gesturing to the officers that had been waiting off at the side for them to arrive.
Briefly glancing at them, Natasha nodded. "Okay." She muttered nervously. Seeing that, Terry placed a comforting hand on her shoulder making her look up at him.
"You and your baby are going to be fine; I promise." Comforted by his words, Natasha smiled up at Terry.
Jericho then slipped his hand inside his waistcoat. "Here. This is for you." Everyone watched as he pulled out an envelope and offered it to Natasha who slowly accepted it from him.
"What is it?"
"It's an envelope. It is used to contain a flat object, typically a card or letter, but that's not important right now." Jericho informed her before continuing. "I went ahead and set up a fund for both you and your unborn child, giving you both the chance to have a better life. The letter inside is a confirmation of that."
The room fell silent as everyone stared speechless, none more so than Natasha. "...I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say anything." Jericho voiced plainly. "Once Bennett Hirsch has been sentenced for his crimes, along with his associates, I will ensure that everything is taken care of to give you both a fresh start, along with providing your child the best education to make them a productive member of society."
Fighting back tears, Natasha smiled up at Jericho. "I... thank you." She whispered sincerely.
"I shouldn't take up any more of your time. Goodbye, Miss Belenko."
With a gentle smile, Natasha approached Jericho. Getting on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek and held it for a few seconds. "Thank you for everything, Detective Reach. Hopefully, we will meet again...under better circumstances." She said getting a small nod from Jericho before saying goodbye to Amy, thanking her for everything then left with the officers that were to escort her to the safehouse.
"Damn, Jericho's got game!"
Ignoring Jake, the sergeant was all smiles as he looked at Jericho. "Terry knew that you had a heart!" He laughed joyfully once Natasha and the officers had left in the elevator, leaving them alone. "And Terry was right!"
"I am simply offering assistance so that Miss Belenko to start a new life, along with ensuring that her child becomes a productive member of society."
Somehow, Terry laughed more joyfully. "Say what you want Jericho, but everyone in this room knows that your stoic demeanour is nothing more than an act, you're a big softie at heart. You do care!" He finished cheerfully, undeterred by the blank stare he received from Jericho.
(Flashback end.)
Pulled back to reality, Amy smiled at the memory. While Jericho would say otherwise and come up with a logical explanation for his reasoning, she knew that despite his tough exterior that he cared about people. Offering Natasha and her unborn child the chance of a better life was just one of many acts of kindness he had performed over the last couple of weeks.
And like with Natasha, he never expected anything in return, not even a thank you. He did it because he could. That alone showed that he was a good person at heart, despite what Jericho personally thought about himself.
"These new computers are awesome!" Jake lauded excitingly, pulling Amy from her thoughts to see him sitting in front of his. "Not sure where the tower is though."
"It's an all-in-one computer." Rosa told him sitting in front of her own.
"And one-for-all?"
"You're an idiot."
"And the screens are massive."
"Well, they're average." Jake murmured under his breath, answering Charles.
Amy smirked. "Someone sounds defensive."
"I'm just saying is all." Jake justified. "Besides not everyone cares about size."
Rosa smirked along with Amy. "Is that what women say to you?"
"No."
"That came out a little quick."
"Are you telling us the title of your sextape?"
"Shut up, Jake!"
Before anything could be said the sound of drilling filled the room. Looking in the direction that it was coming from, everyone saw that it was coming from inside the captain's office. Needless to say, they were curious. Getting up from their desks, everyone wandered over to the doorway. The door was open allowing them to see into the room where they found the source of the noise...which turned out to be Jericho disassembling Holt's desk.
"Ooooh, mama!" Amy whimpered as she watched Jericho perform manual labour...which only made him more attractive in her eyes; not to mention he looked really good in those overalls. Like really good.
"Keep it in your pants, Santiago." Rosa told Amy making her blush, not realizing that she had said it out loud. "Taking up a new profession?"
Disassembling the desk, Jericho placed the drill on the screwhead. "And miss out on our winning conversations, Rosalita?" He asked wryly getting a smirk from Rosa as he pulled the trigger and started taking out the screws.
"It hasn't even been five minutes and they're already flirting." Jake sighed, shaking his head, and leaving Charles depressed at the accuracy of his statement. "And why are you wearing overalls?"
Stopping his drilling, Jericho placed the screw in his pocket. "So I don't get paint on my work clothes."
"You did the painting?"
"Hm." Jericho confirmed for Amy.
Before anyone could ask Jericho anything else, Holt spoke up. "Is there a reason you are all here?" He suddenly asked making everyone peer around the corner to see him sitting on a brand-new executive chair.
"We were just wondering what the noise was." Amy took the imitative. "How was your weekend, captain?"
"I went to Barbados with my husband. We wove hats out of palm fronds and swam with the stingrays."
Charles looked just as confused as everyone else...everyone but Holt and Jericho. "...And that was good?"
"Hmmm. I've never been happier." Holt informed Charles. "But since you have found what you were looking for...
"Have we though?" Jake challenged, grinning at Holt. "I mean, what are any of us looking for? I can't answer that, but I tell ya, it keeps me up at night."
Ignoring Jake, Terry looked over at Holt. "I didn't know that we were renovating."
"Nor did I." Captain Holt admitted, answering Terry. "Detective Reach took the imitative and paid to have it done himself in hopes of improving productivity in the workplace."
Terry looked at Jericho who was still working on the desk. "You never mentioned anything on Saturday." He said. With the exception of the week he had been shot protecting Amy, they spend every Saturday morning working out.
"You never asked."
"Because Jericho never said!"
"Don't bring me into your illeism."
"Terry doesn't have illeism!"
Captain Holt looked up from his laptop. "Perhaps Detective Reach's words hold merit, you do frequently refer to yourself in third person."
"Terry doesn't like where this conversation is going."
Jumping to Terry's rescue, Amy intervened. "So...um, how come you decided to renovate the bullpen?"
"You deaf?"
Before Amy could retort Rosa, Jericho interrupted. "If given the option I would have every floor stripped from top to bottom and modernized, but doing so would mean relocating everyone for several weeks. Renovating each area individually was the only alternative...although I suppose I could always buy another building and utilize it as our headquarters until the task has been completed." He finished, saying the last part under his breath but loud enough for everyone to hear.
"If that doesn't scream Bruce Wayne, I don't know what does."
"Would you do the labour yourself?" Amy asked nibbling her lip, turned on by the thought of Jericho doing all that work...with his hands.
"No." Amy immediately deflated. "I would hire a team of trained professionals that are qualified to carry out the work."
"Oh."
"While the thought is an attractive one, I do believe that it can be discussed at a later time." Holt ended the conversation, although the idea of improving productivity and proficiency on every floor did sound appealing. "The morning briefing will commence in five minutes."
"You heard the captain." Terry declared to the others with everyone leaving the room to do exactly that, everyone but Jericho and Holt. Letting the former work, the latter returned his attention back to his laptop that had the monthly crime statistics displayed across the screen. Since taking over from the previous captain, the precincts arrest numbers had drastically improved, more than doubling since Reach had been transferred.
Satisfied with the results, he closed the laptop and got ready for the morning briefing.
And cut! Here's the next, albeit small chapter of The Demon Of The Nine-Nine. I hoped you all enjoyed it. While it might not have seemed like it since it wasn't mentioned much but it is the start of the fourth episode. The biggest divergence from canon is that thanks to Six's presence the number of arrests has gone up, so Holt won't be so tense like he was in the episode.
Not really much to say regarding this chapter other than let me know what you all thought.