The Demon Of The Nine-Nine

by SSJ Lone Wolf

It had been ten years since Noble Six joined the NYPD, following the fall of Reach, quickly moving through the ranks and making detective, but when he is transferred to the 99th precinct he finds his life flipped upside down when he had to work alongside the eccentric squad of the Nine-Nine. If his own past doesn't drive him insane...they certainly will!

25. Chapter 25

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.

Darth Ralan: I'm glad that you didn't forget about it. And yeah, he seems to be. There will be a little scene between Six and Rosa in this chapter, but the winner of the bet is several months away in the timeline at the point. As for the Halo x Blue Bloods crossover, it's on the cards, though it won't be for a while yet. And it would be pretty funny for a anthesis to be sitting around the table with devout Catholics.

cdog21: The ships are starting to slowly, yet steadily set sail. But that's true, but I didn't just want this story to be focused solely on relationships, but rather I wanted to do a little world building. Four-Drinks Amy did, even if we only got to see a little of her last chapter. But rest assured, we'll see her again, lol.

Jestalnaker94000: Thanks! Unfortunately, since this takes place in 2014, Absolute Batman hasn't come out yet, so Six won't be able to go as him.

Ace Of Hate: True. Not sure if you're talking about compared to Brooklyn 99 or The Rookie, but either way, you're probably right. Still love Brooklyn 99, though.

Warmachine324: You're welcome; and it's still on the cards, but It'll be a while before I write up the Blue Bloods crossover. If anything, I likely write up the Halo x The Rookie crossover first.

BIRD0FHERMES: Pretty honest up to the part they start asking anything that could link him to the Demon and his actual past.

Nofear4231: I'm glad you liked it!

edeath756: Plan too, and thanks!

Mrpopo97: Hopefully this chapter will be too!

hellfire45: Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait. As for the Halo x Blue Bloods crossover, I'm likely going to write the Halo x The Rookie crossover first.

Jebest4781: Thanks!

jmknz777: Cheers! And I've only watched a couple of scenes of Bones, so until I watch more, I think it best to avoid attempting a crossover so that I don't butcher the source material.

grudgematch: She'll be embarrassed, but also enjoy the reaction she got out of Six.

berserkfan000: Glad you liked it; and yeah, sorry about that. And the long ass wait time for this chapter, too.

Deviantpervert: No, but there will be a scene where Amy and Rosa see Six growing bigger in the future when the three of them are alone, or Four-Drinks Amy resurfaces and gives him another lap dance again.

FallenMetalGod: I'm glad you liked it. And a Porsche from Six is certainly a gift that Amy is not likely to forget anytime soon. And they won't be for Halloween, but once is cleared for field world, Six and Terry will be working on a case.

Guest: You have, lol. And true about Six being a dad. Of course, that will likely happen in this story too. And when he does, it will likely be the reason that he stops being a vigilante/Spartan and quite possibly a cop, too.

ParadoxTheory374: You're welcome!

linx007: Blue Bloods is a pretty good show IMO, definitely worth a watch. And I'm guessing that you're not a fan of Brooklyn 99 then?

Memnon45: I'm glad you liked it, and hopefully will enjoy this chapter, too. And I probably won't write a Halo x Law and Order crossover but will adapt some of the cases/episodes for Six instead of just writing up every episode of Brooklyn 99 and adding Six into the mix.

Kigen No KitsuneOokami: I'm sure he will in time.

War Sage: I'm glad, lol. Yep, even princesses from around the world are interested in Six, not just celebrities and Pornstars. That he is. Let's hope that Terry and Dot never meet and start combining shipping names. Yep, even if Six will deny it if asked. Me too, and in this fic, like Jake has Charles and Amy has Rosa, Six will become Terry's best friend. Seems to be, not that Amy is complaining. He did, even if Amy probably regretted it the second that David appeared and took the spotlight on HER birthday.

Noble Industries definitely owns most of New York in everything but name, and not just New York, but other cities around the world and America such as Los Angeles, etc, etc. That she does, lol. Yep, lol. That she did, but Four-Drinks Amy were definitely enjoying herself. It's just the easiest present to get everyone. And a brand-new Porsche is certainly a gift that Amy won't forget about any time soon.

And at the moment, I might just stick with the Halo x The Rookie crossover where Six joins the academy at the same time as Nolan, Lucy, and Jackson, with the four of them transferred to the same station together where Six is either the rookie to Smithy or Grey, haven't decided yet. As for the pairing, it'll either be Six x Angela, Six x Lucy, or Six x Nyla.

Alcatraz: That she is, which will cause the other ladies in his life to step up their game. And it does, but Six will most likely become a father in this story too, resulting in him quitting being a vigilante/Spartan and focus on being a father instead.

HakaiShinN: I'm glad. But at the moment, the next cop related crossover I'll likely work on is the Halo x The Rookie crossover that I suggested a while back.

wowen. ruiz: You probably would have. But there will be ample opportunities for the squad to play the game again, and in private without any parties getting in the way such as during the beach house episode or if/when they go to Six's penthouse or his place outside the city.

Nicogen: Cheers, man! And while Victor still does it, it seems to be Camile that places David on some unreachable pedestal. Of course, they're both as bad as each other considering that they have pictures of their children rearranged on their mantel piece from favourite to least. Terry couldn't have found to worst guest to stand with as they tell each other jokes, lol.

As for the Rookie crossover, Smitty would hate Six as his Rookie. Not only would he have to do some actual work, but Six would definitely be dragging him into the action causing Smitty to request for a new TO for Six just so he can go back to his easy life, lol.

For the Blue Bloods, that's actually a pretty good idea why Six never became the Demon in that setting due to meeting Frank. As for Reagan's Fist, I'm sure that Frank would hate such a nickname, even if it's somewhat accurate if he often calls Six in whenever shit hits the fan. And I imagine that Six would be super protective over his daughter, much to her chagrin and embarrassment.

There Are Not Names: Glad you liked it, and the scenes with Six and Amy.

Huevon12x: Me too, lol.

Pathfinder097: It's a while off, but I imagine that Six and Kevin will hit it off.

Sixfan29: I'm glad you liked it, even if it was only a filler. And his kids most likely will be, especially if I enhance/upgrade Six further before he has kids which will pass on to said kids. And they don't, they really don't. He seems to have, not that Amy was complaining. He can, especially when it's his sisters 30th birthday party. And after five years of knowing Jake at this point, you're right about Terry wanting his money back. Four-Drinks Amy only made a small cameo, but she made her presence made...in more ways than one. And now that she's gotten a rough idea what's she working with, I'm sure that FDA will make her return soon, lol.

Buying people cars is just the easiest present that he can get people. And for the Rookie crossover, Six would either be paired with Angela, Lucy, or Nyla.

MawOfTheVoid: That we are!

Krieger TechPriest: Nor was she, lol.

Arrowman: I'm glad you're liking them.

KuroganeH: Cheers, and for this chapter, too! And of course not, lol. And while there won't be many this chapter, there will be a few scenes with Six and Amy this chapter. And yep, Four-Drinks Amy made her presence known, big time. As for getting more scenes with Never Have I ever, you'll get them later on in this fic when the squad go to the beach house or the Switzerland resort that Six pays for the squad to go instead. And a Porsche for her birthday is a gift that Amy won't forget any time soon.

God of Chaos Dragons: For Six and Erin getting together, maybe she didn't know that he was a cop when they had a one-night stand together and after getting pregnant, she decides to marry him due to coming from a catholic family with Frank and the others pushing. And I think that Nicky was fourteen when the show started, I could be wrong though. Probably not a captain, I imagine that Six would like to be out in the field rather at the precinct somewhere. And I don't that Frank would just keep Six around just for his resources, his team might, but not Frank.

Phantom0408: It's a pretty good show, definitely recommend it. And thanks for your kind words.

A Fan: Yeah, Six isn't quite there yet, but you will see the effects that the Nine-Nine are having on him in this chapter. As for Six ruining Jake's plans...you'll just have to see.

Guest: On her birthday?

ayerdehoy: I'm glad you enjoyed it!

JT: Who knows, since Jake was late, holding everyone up, Six might head inside and meet Kevin before the others arrive. But I'm sure that Dot will ensure that Six brings an appropriate gift to the party.

Guestfyre: I was surprised when you hadn't reviewed considering you usually do so within the first twenty four hours of me uploading. Yeah, Amy not even hiding her attraction to Six/Jericho anymore.

This might be the past, an alternate universe, or just a brand-new timeline that Six and Dot have created because of their actions, regardless, the Covenant won't be rearing their alien heads for a while. But yes, you did mention that you hope that they jumped to another universe in a previous review. Spending every Saturday working out together for the last couple of months, there is no way that Six and Terry aren't friends at this point...even if Six denies it.

That he will, as will Charles and...well, everyone really. I'm sure that Six will find a way to let Jake keep his Mustang. And who knows, maybe Six buys his apartment and upgrades it a little, that way Jake doesn't have to go to a shady loan shark and Six helps him get all his finances in order. And yeah, Six's favourite look on Amy is when she has her hair down; I'm sure she'd love to hear that.

Her parents' favouritism for David might have dampened Amy's good mood, but fortunately, her family at the Nine-Nine were there for her. And true about Victor not showing as much favouritism to David, but he still obviously does the same with all their children considering that their photos are arranged from favourite to least favourite on the mantel piece.

Maybe sometime after meeting Kevin, Six jokes that he is Holt and Kevin's son, but it'll be quite some time before that happens. Yep, Four-Drinks Amy certainly left an impression on him, just as he did her. And getting a brand-new Porsche for her birthday will easily be her best gift. And Six and Holt as Vader and Sidious? That's a perfect duo that the two could dress up as, even if Holt has no idea who Sidious is considering one of the conversations he has with Rosa.

JCarrasco: Will do, and I plan too!

Trafford: You will get a little this chapter.

Brainstorm Sorcerer: Glad you liked it! And I guessed the goggle A.I lied to me then since I asked if Mad Lad is used in America, and it said that it was a popular term in America. I know it is in England but wasn't too sure if it was in America. Scully and Hitchcock have their faults, but when it comes to food, I think that everyone would trust them without a moment's hesitation.

Six and Terry are friends, in spite what Six might say, and Terry wants his friend to be happy, even if there is a pretty good chance that he will never be happy, just content and finally at peace if/once he has a family of his own. He became a Spartan because he lost his family, maybe he'd quit being a Spartan once he has a family again. Dot and Terry joining forces to create shipping names? Chaos! For Six hoisting up Amy like he did Caroline, well he is still essentially the same character, just older and in a different setting.

And I think once the day comes when Holt does say that to Six, Jake would act a lot like JD did when he thought that Cox was becoming an active and willing father figure to the new interns that were following him around. Extremely jealous! Though more for jokes than actual jealousy like JD had. Six is basically the super soldier version of John Wick, so why not use the hotels. And when it comes to David, nothing compares...at least not to Camile. And I would say that while not as bad as his wife, he still plays favourites since they rearrange their children's pictures on the mantel from favourite to least. Camile is just a lot more vocal about it.

Given that they know that Six was ex-special forces, I think that it's a given that Six has killed people. Though the squad would be horrified to learn of his actual kill count with most of them doubting it. And perhaps, but Four-Drink Amy made her presence known. And I think that most of the team would just think that Six is putting on a front, acting like the alcohol isn't effecting him. And seeing Amy's new car, Jake will probably start imagining what sort of car Jericho would buy him for his birthday.

Honestly at this point, there is very little that Six can do now that the secret is out and he works as a NYPD Cop at the Nine-Nine, all because Kelso dragged him into his and Cox's pissing match. And Jake and the others know before he gets gifts and messages sent to the precinct.

Maybe, but a lot of Brooklyn 99 is all over the place. Like how the fourth floor is reserved for special cases, yet the squad investigate countless different cases that wouldn't be their department. Or how it's never brought up why the squad are working Halloween nights when they usually do the day shifts, which Amy comments on after Holt and Jake return from being undercover. So the Vulture being from a well-known cop family that has strong ties to the NYPD could explain, other than it being a comedy show, why he's still a cop despite, by his own words, have dozens of sexual harassment complaints.

And for the Halo x The Rookie crossover, while I think that Tim probably would like to have Six as his rookie, Grey Probably already assigned Lucy to him. And if Smitty becomes his TO, more because he's forced too, his life will become a lot more eventful and action packed due to Six being his rookie, which might cause him to beg to drop out of being a TO, which Anderson might deny. But it would be kinda ironic, not to mention funny, if the laziest guy at the station gets partnered up with the biggest workaholic there is and dragged into all the action.

That might be true about how many rookies one precinct can take at once, but with fanfiction there are certain liberties that I can take. As to why Amy dresses like Halloween, it beats her having to wear a dirty, vomit-smelling costume that has never been washed. And she still has to do the undercover assignment with Charles. And Six's costume would be the New 52 Batman costume, my personal favourite, the same with the New 52 Superman costume.

I mean, I haven't gotten all that far with Blue Bloods but does Nicky really get that bad as a character? Because I mean, Erin has her issues as a character, but I still enjoy the character despite her flaws. And serving in the LAPD after fifteen years and being in LA for fifteen years, the longest he has ever been in one place, I imagine that he wants a change of scenery, and the NYPD are more than happy to have an officer as experienced and skilled as Jericho Reach.

And I thought fifteen years since it would make him in his early to mid-thirties, the same age as Erin who is, I think, 32-33 when the show starts.

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Chapter 25.

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It was Friday, October 31st. As the sun set over the city, darkness enveloped London. Cold and wet, befitting Halloween, the Port was a labyrinth of shipping containers, cranes and machinery as the workers unloaded the cargo from the massive ships that docked in the River Thames and loaded it onto the trucks.

As the cargo was unloaded the ships, a security officer patrolled around one of the warehouses. Tugging at the collar of high-visibility jacket, shivering as the thin, cold rain ran down the back of their neck, they turned and circled around the warehouse. Letting out a trembling breath, their warm breath mixed with the cold air, creating vapor as they patrolled.

Walking down the narrow path, the overhead lights flickered in the rain, illuminating the falling raindrops. Ignoring it, they rolled their shoulders, trying to warm themselves up in the cold rain. A crumpling sound echoing, he followed the path round. Stepping underneath the light, he stopped briefly and zipped his coat as far up it would go. Burying the bottom of his face into the coat, he breathed into it with his hot breath washing over him as he patrolled on what felt like the coldest night of the year.

Stopping abruptly when a large shadow extinguished the light, he instinctively turned around, only for giant gloved hand to cover his mouth, with a thumb and finger clamping around his nostrils. Effortlessly ripped off the ground, he tried reaching for his Glock that was secured in his holster, only for an armoured arm to wrap around his, keeping it away from his weapon. Suffocated, his eyes grew heavy, and his energy sapped as he was pulled into the darkness and out of sight as the hum of machinery came from the front of the warehouse.

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Carefully driving through the loading bay doors, a Reach Stacker brought in a large shipping container. Once it was inside the warehouse, the two security guards outside hit the switch, shutting the door and stepped into the building.

Carrying the metal container over to the centre of the warehouse where several armed gunmen were gathered, surrounding the man in a suit that stood by the truck and black sedan, it gently and skilfully lowered the container onto the concrete ground. Reversing back, it freed itself from the cargo it was transporting. Cutting the power, the driver opened the door and climbed on down from the Reach Stacker as the man in suit approached.

"All accounted for?"

Addressing the man, the driver spoke. "No idea. And honestly, the less I know the better."

"Smart man." The sharply dressed man smirked. "But you don't get paid until I see my cargo." He stated. Clicking his fingers, he instructed for one of his men to open the container who walked over with a pair of bolt cutters. Approaching the metal doors, he positioned the bolt cutters on the padlock and, with all his might, cut through the padlock.

Ripping it off, he glanced at the boss who nodded before turning back and lifted the bar and opened the door as the other gunmen kept their weapons at the ready. After a couple of seconds, people emerged from within the container. Dirty and malnourished, the men, women, and children inside covered from the light that burned their eyes, making them water.

Uttering their native languages, their tone conveying their confusion, the man in the tailored suit seemed satisfied. Slipping his hand into the inside of his jacket, he pulled out a thick envelope to hand to the driver. "You were never here." He said, handing him the envelope.

"Fine by mine." The driver returned, accepting the envelope from him. Opening it, he brushed his thumb across the money. Making a quick count, he nodded and placed his side earnings into his pocket. "I should get back to work before the others start getting suspicious." He muttered. Glancing at the trafficked people, shame filled his eyes making the money in his pocket feel heavy. Turning, he walked over to the Reach Stacker out of there.

Walking away and leaving the traffickers to their business and product, he approached the Reach Stacker. However, before he could climb up the steps and into the cab, he quickly looked back when he heard a scream and to his horror and bewilderment watched as one of the gunmen was ripped off the ground by the leg and held up by some invisible force before they were slammed into the concrete ground face first, leaving a trail of blood and teeth as they were dragged away.

Hearing the muffled scream, the lights suddenly went off, shrouding the warehouse in darkness. The second they did, gunfire went off, echoing throughout the room, followed by the screams and cries of the human cargo. The flashes lighting up the room, the gunmen fired in the direction that their companion had been dragged off to find him left laying bloodied and broken on the ground.

The gunfire and flashes continuing, the driver watched as two of the flashes stopped and were replaced with screams as two gunmen were lifted off the ground by the same invisible supernatural force that slammed their heads together before tossing them away in opposite directions. The trafficked humans screaming, and while he couldn't understand a thing they were saying, he got the ghost that they were begging for the thing not to hurt them.

Wanting to get the hell out of there, the driver turned and rushed back to the Reach Stacker. Hearing a scream, followed by the sound of something smashing into the shipping container, the gunfire suddenly stopped, as did the light that came from it, the warehouse was once again veiled in darkness. His heart pounding against his chest, he managed to spot the outline of the Stacker and tried reaching for it.

His finger brushing against the ladder, he stumbled away, more scared than ever when it suddenly powered up by itself, the engine rumbling through the darkness, the headlights suddenly came on. Locked in fear, he watched as the Stacker started driving around unassisted. His breath catching in his throat, he turned and with his fearful, watering eyes, he watched, paralyzed with dread, unable to make sense of what was happening as his contact was suspended in the air, gasping for air as he was choked out the vengeful...spirit?

Watching his contact choking and gasping for air, his legs twitching as they dangled off the ground, he hyperventilated as they were suddenly slammed into the ground with so much force that the ground cracked, burying them in the concrete. As the trafficked people covered in fear, looking just as terrified as him, the lights of the Reach Stacker went off, as did the engine, leaving the warehouse in darkness once again.

Hearing the sound of thumping approaching, each growing louder and more dreadful, the driver turned, his heart in his mouth, and attempted to flee. Rushing through the darkness, his heart feeling as though it would pound out of his chest, he ran blindly, only to let out a horrific scream when he was grabbed by the back of his coat and lifted off the ground.

"NO, NO, NO, GOD, NO, PLEASE! I'M A GOOD PERSON!"

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It was an hour later. Due to the time differences between the United States and the United Kingdom, it was only nearing six o'clock rather than eleven. His headlights cutting through the dark streets of Brooklyn, Six drove to work.

"You didn't kill them." Auntie Dot stated, her voice coming across the radio.

Never taking his eyes off the road, Six grunted. "It's Halloween."

"So tonight was you playing on the whole supernatural element to Halloween?" The A.I questioned, her voice filled with doubt.

Turning off the main street, Six replied like he always did. "Hm." He acknowledged through a grunt; and it had worked. Those at the London Port had screamed to the Police that an angry spirit that come for them. But that aside, at least the victims of the human trafficking were no longer in harm's way.

"I know that you don't kill every criminal you come across, but your tolerance for human traffickers has always been low." Dot pointed out.

Following the road, Six retorted. "Stop stalling."

"No, I was just curious what caused this sudden change."

Not liking her tone, Six shifted his eyes to the radio. "There has been no sudden change." He proclaimed staunchly.

"If you say so, Six." Dot returned across the radio. "But I can see that you're approaching the precinct. Have a good night at work." She told him, cutting the connection just as Six slowed the Pontiac GTO, turned and drove down into the parking lot.

His headlights beaming through the parking lot, reflecting back off the vehicles that were parked, he searched for an empty space. Finding one, he parked between Amy's Porsche and Terry's minivan. Cutting the engine, he climbed out of the GTO.

Locking the car, Six walked around the back and made his way back to street level. Passing the red Porsche and Rosalita's black Yamaha R1, he headed up the small ramp and stepped out onto the sidewalk that was chalked with people dressed up for Halloween.

Stepping into the precinct, he nodded at the officers at the front desk before climbing the staircase and headed into the elevator. Pressing the control panel, the door closed, and he felt the room shift.

Ascending to the fourth floor, the super soldier straightened his tie and smoothed out any creases that might have formed during his quick change on the Prowler. He had cut it pretty close tonight, but between being punctual and defending human life, he would choose the latter every time. Feeling the room shift once more, he waited for a moment for the door to opened and stepped out.

Scanning the room, he noted that it was bustling with activity, both from his fellow cops and the criminals, the latter wearing a variety of Halloween costumes as they were escorted to the holding cells or interrogation room.

"Cutting it close, aren't you." Rosalita remarked, pulling the Spartan from his observation. "Didn't think you had it in you."

Walking into the breakroom, Six replied. "That almost sounded like concern, Rosalita."

"Please," The Latina scoffed, sitting at their conjoined desks. "I'm just surprised how close you came to breaking a rule, is all." She informed him pointedly.

The Spartan retorted. "Doesn't take much." He said with Rosalita flipping him off just as Charles rushed over, sliding a little across the floor with his arms spread wide in a Halloween costume of his own. His consisting of a ginger ponytail wig, chef whites, beige shorts, and a wooden spoon in his hand.

"Jericho, who am I?"

Looking at Charles, Six responded. "Detective...

"My costume." Boyle cleared up for him. "Who am I?"

Before he answered, Six inquired. "Are you not a little old for Halloween?"

"Exactly!" Amy readily agreed, standing by her desk and holding a mug. "Plus, Halloween is such an overrated holiday. Everyone's drunk, wearing a mask, and carrying a fake gun. It's just an excuse for everyone to act irresponsible and for girls to dress as slutty as possible."

At his desk, Jake looked at her. "Oh, I know, it's the worst. Please make them stop."

"You're never too old for Halloween, Jericho." Charles stated, then furrowed his brow at the scar-faced detective. "Wait, don't tell me that you're like Amy and hate Halloween too?"

Turning back to Charles, Six replied. "No, I do not hate it."

"But?" Jake sang out, sensing one.

Six continued. "I fail to see what purpose it serves."

"Exactly!"

From his desk, Terry added his own two cents. "Because it's fun!"

"For children."

Strongly disagreeing, Charles voiced it. "For everyone." He informed Amy and Jericho, the two grumps in the room. "You know what, by the end of the night, I'm going to make you both love Halloween?"

"You're going to be really disappointed."

Unable to stop himself, Jake joked. "You're going to be really disappointed; good news everyone, we just found the name of another of Santiago's sex tapes." He grinned as the others laughed, everyone but Amy and Jericho with the former glaring at him.

"Shut up, Jake."

Sitting down at his desk, Six felt compelled to aid Amy. "And I guess yours would be All Talk, No Action." He said as a couple people choked, while others laughed in shock as the Spartan turned on his computer.

"D-Did I just get sex taped...by Jericho?" Jake spluttered out, holding his hand against his chest, astonished...not to mention a little proud.

Amy smiled radiantly. "He did; and it was amazing."

"Also," Rosa smirked over at Jake. "Did I just get sex taped by Jericho..."

Refusing to let this slander slide, Jake beat Rosa to the punch. "Title of your sex tape? Ha! You'll have to be quicker than that...wait."

"TITLE OF YOUR SEX TAPE!" Practically the entire room shouted out.

Stunned, Jake looked around. "I thought we were friends; how could you do this to me? Oh, no..."

"Is that another Peralta special?" Rosa smirked.

Turning to Jericho, Jake glared at his back. "You turned them against me!"

"You did that yourself."

Jake's glare morphed into an excited smile. "You've watched Star Wars? Which is your favourite film? And if you say anything but Empire Strikes Back or Revenge of the Sith, we can't be friends."

"I never said I enjoyed them."

Visibly shaken by his words, Jake persisted. "How can you not? Both Trilogies are masterpies...with the exception of Jar-Jar, but we don't talk about him. Or George Lucas definitely making Watto a stereotypical Jew."

"You mean one trilogy that depicts the protagonists and their allies utilizing an indoctrinated army of child soldiers and still underlining that they're the good guys, while the other portrays rebels in a sympathetic light ever after committing countless terrorist acts?" Six questioned dryly.

Blinking, Jake frowned. "The clones aren't children."

"Biologically they were twenty when the Clone Wars began, but they had only been alive for ten years." Six informed Peralta as he logged in to his computer. "Add in the fact that they were created to be entirely expendable and fight for a Republic that didn't even view them as people and refused any human rights, deemed only as weapons. Yet the narrative still portrays the Jedi and Republic as good. "Say what you like about ONI, but they had no illusion that they were good when they created the Spartan programs.

Opening his mouth to argue, Jake closed it, then opened it, then closed it again when Jericho actually had a point.

"Nice fish impression."

Glaring at Rosa, Jake retaliated. "Your face is a nice fish impression."

"Scathing." Rosa mocked.

"It's not my fault! You put me on the spot."

Before anything else could be said, Captain Holt stepped out of his office. "I want everyone in the briefing room in five minutes." He commanded the room before heading back into his office.

"Right, you all heard the captain." Terry declared, pushing himself up from his desk and addressed the squad, the uniformed officers and Gina who was sitting at her own desk and playing on her phone like usual.

As everyone else followed suit, Charles called out. "Wait, my costume!"

"Nobody cares, Chucky."

Frowning at Gina, Charles retorted. "I'm not Chucky!"

"A dumpy Ron Weasley?"

Following up after Rosa, Amy looked at Charles. "Conan O'Brien having a midlife crisis?"

"No."

Walking into the briefing room with the others, Jake declared. "Conan would never have a midlife crisis." He proclaimed. Walking down the side of the long table, he stopped in the middle and pulled out a chair.

"A pint-size Chuck Norris?"

Moving down the room, Terry spoke. "Come on guys, Charles is very clearly Miranda from Sex In The City."

"No!" Charles cried out, distraught that nobody was guess correctly after all the work he had put into his costume. And it was so obvious that a child could've got it. Pulling out a chair and sitting next to his best friend, he looked across the table. "Jericho?"

Sitting down between Amy and Rosalita, Six looked over at Charles. "I don't know."

"I'm Mario Batali!" Charles exclaimed only to get silence and blank looks from everyone around the table. "The Ginger Prince of Little Italy?" Still showing no reaction, he persisted. "Celebrity Chef? Molto Mario? Mario, Full Boil? Mario Eats Italy? Ciao America with Mario Batali? Really? Nothing?! Have you people been living under a rock or something?!"

Gina answered for the room. "No, we just spend our time watching better things, chuckles." She told him as Captain Holt stepped into the room. Walking alongside the table he went and stood next to Terry.

"Alright everyone," Terry began once Holt was standing next to him. "I hope that you're all well rested because it's going to be a long night."

Next to Scully, Hitchcock interrupted. "I still don't get why we had to cover it. I was planning on getting freaky tonight." He said making everyone groan and grimace in disgust.

"None of us needed to hear that, Hitchcock." Terry informed Hitchcock, wrinkling his nose, disturbed.

Beside Charles, Jake spoke. "I can't believe that I'm saying this, but I agree with Hitchcock...about having to work tonight, not him getting freaky. That's something that I could have gone the rest of my life never hearing."

"I know that none of you want to be here," Holt remarked, drawing the rooms attention. "But tonight is Halloween, one of the busiest and more unpredictable night of the year for the NYPD. Which is why I want you all here." He explained to everyone. "Now, we need two undercovers at the Dekalb Street Warehouse Party. Boyle, you are already dressed up as Joy Behar,"

"I'm Mario Batali!"

"...Okay. Take Santiago with you." Holt instructed before looking over at Jericho and Rosa. "Reach, Diaz, I want you both patrolling the streets undercover tonight. Do you, and Santiago for that matter have costumes you can use?"

Six responded. "I can acquire one."

"At home." Rosa followed up.

Shaking her head, Amy replied. "Um, no, sir." She said, praying that would get her out of having to work undercover on Halloween.

"There should be some left in the Lost and Found," Terry informed her, extinguishing any remaining hope Amy had.

"Have they been washed?"

Terry sent her a pity look. "Do you really want me to answer that?"

"...no."

With a small, Holt continued, "As for everyone else, you will be on call tonight. Be prepared. Dismissed." As the detectives uniformed officers climbed out of their seats and left the room, he walked down the side of the table and exited with them.

Walking out behind Amy and Rosalita, Six addressed the former. "Amy," And when she turned and looked up at him, he continued. "If you don't want to wear one of the costumes from Lost and Found, you can come with me and Rosalita."

"Okay."

Looking over at Charles, Six spoke. "I'll bring her back once she has a costume."

"Sure."

Gazing up at Jericho, Amy commented. "I'll go grab my purse."

"You won't need your purse." Taking the lead, Six walked across the bullpen and through the gate with Amy and Rosalita following. Heading over to the elevator, the three of them stepped inside with the super soldier pressing the button. The door closing, the room shifted as it descended to the ground floor.

Breaking the silence, Amy looked up at Jericho. "You know we're probably not going to find any costumes on Halloween, right?"

"Especially none that will fit you." Rosalita taunted, peering up at her partner. "And all the good ones will be sold out."

Looking down and between Amy and Rosalita, Six countered. "Who said anything about buying costumes?"

"What, are you planning on stealing three random Halloween costumes for the undercover stint?" Rosa drawled sarcastically.

The elevator shifting and the door opening, Six stepped out, followed by Amy and Rosalita. "No. I'm planning on creating them." He explained as he slipped his hand into his pocket and pressed a button on his cellular device.

"...Creating them?" Amy repeated with a murmur. "And how are you going to do that?" She asked, following Jericho and Rosa down the staircase and left the precinct with them both.

Stopping at the edge of the sidewalk, Six peered down at Amy. "With the 5D Printer I have at the penthouse."

"There's no such thing as a 5D printer." Rosa stated.

Tearing his eyes from Amy, Six looked at his partner. "My company builds and sells cybernetics, Rosalita. Do you really think that a 5D Printer is beyond our capabilities?" He asked the dark-haired Latina.

"If you have, how come that's not something that Noble Industries is selling?" Amy inquired just as Jericho's Pontiac GTO drove out of the parking lot and over to where they were standing.

The GTO stopping in front of them, Six opened the door. "Too expensive." He explained, pulling back the backseat so that either Amy or Rosalita could climb into the back.

"Dibs on the front seat."

With a small grumble, Amy climbed into the back. Turning around, she plopped herself down as Jericho moved the seat back and entered the Pontiac. Placing her seatbelt on and strapping herself in, Rosa walked around the front of the GTO. Opening the door, she jumped in and sat down in the passenger seat. Closing her door and putting her seatbelt on along with Jericho. "Define expensive."

"Even in its most basic form, a 5D Printer would cost between $50'000 to $100'000; and that is just for the machine, we're not even talking about the price of the material needed for the printing."

Her eyes widening, Amy balked. "Woah, you weren't joking."

"What you spend on yours?" Rosa asked.

Spinning his cellular device around, Six responded. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Rosalita." He said. Tapping the screen, he brought up the menu and typed in the costume that he wanted crafted. "Here. Type in what costume you want created." He told the Latina next to him as he handed the device to her. Once she took it from him, he pulled away from the precinct and headed for his penthouse.

"What, and it'll just create it?"

Focusing on the road, Six nodded lightly. "Hm. And if you know your size, that'll help."

"What you going as?"

"Since I need a mask, I picked Batman."

Rosa let out an amused snort. "Of course you did. He's the only other person that broods nearly as much as you." She playfully taunted, teasing her partner. And since he was going as Batman. "I'll go as Catwoman." She declared. Putting in her size, she passed the phone back to Amy.

"I have no idea what to go as."

While Six focused on driving, Rosa looked over her shoulder. "You could try Wonder Woman." She suggested.

"Wonder Woman?" Amy repeated. Furrowing her brows in thought, she pursed her lips. "Isn't her outfit a little...skimpy?" She quizzed, disliking the idea. Not only would she have to wear it in front Jericho, knowing she didn't have the body to pull it off, but she would also have to wear it in front of rest of the squad and during her assignment with Charles.

His eyes never leaving the road, Six remarked. "To my understanding, Wonder Woman has always been seen as a feminist icon symbolizing female empowerment, equality, and strength."

"...I guess that's true."

"And if you want to go as Wonder Woman, adjustments can be made so you're more comfortable."

In the back, Amy smiled softly. "Okay. Thanks Jericho." She expressed sincerely. Adding in her size, but nothing too specific, a little self-conscious about her body not knowing if Jericho would be able to see it, she handed the phone back to Rosa and got comfortable for the drive to Manhattan.

---

The trip from Brooklyn to Manhattan taking around half an hour, Six, Amy, and Rosa arrived at the penthouse. Heading down the small incline that led down into the garage, the door opened as they approached.

Driving into the garage, Six steered the Pontiac down the centre of the room where his collection of vehicles was parked on both sides. Stopping when he reached an empty spot, he backed up and parked next to the Chevelle and Ford Mustang. Cutting the engine, he unfastened his seatbelt and climbed out with Rosalita. Pulling the chair forward with Amy prying herself out of the back of the Pontiac.

Once Amy was out, he closed the door before guiding the two over to the elevator. "Is that the bike you said you were working on?" Rosalita suddenly asked, her voice echoing throughout the large room.

"Hm." Six acknowledged with a grunt, glancing over at the sleek black motorcycle that was parked in the room. "I call her the C-1."

"C-1?"

Stepping into the elevator, Six waited for Amy and Rosalita to join him. "Crusier-1. But if I decide to mass produce it, marking will think of a better name." He told Rosalita as he tapped the touchscreen control panel. "And reduce the overall speed."

"How fast does she go?"

The door closing, the elevator ascended. "Her top speed is 248 MPH." Six revealed, shocking the two.

"How fast?!" Amy blurted out.

After getting over her initial shock, Rosa gained a dangerous gleam in her eye. "What you planning on doing with her?" She asked, having the sudden desire to ride her for herself. Something as beautiful and deadly as that didn't deserve to be locked away.

"Nothing." Six admitted just as the elevator stopped, shifting as they reached the lab. Waiting for a couple of seconds, the door opened, and he stepped on out onto the laboratory floor.

Following Jericho out, both Amy and Rosa were taken aback and blown away by the sight of the advanced technologies filling the room, which had a sleek and sophisticated design with ultra-modern, even futuristic features. Shadowing Jericho, they gazed around the gigantic room that had numerous cutting-edge machines the likes that they had never seen before.

Passing the advanced workstations that had robotic arms working on various technologies, the Latina's followed Jericho as he walked down the room and approached what looked like two massive chambers in the back that were both the size of a large wardrobe with transparent glass-like window. As they neared, Amy and Rosa's eyes widened when they watched as the robotic arms and mechanisms inside the printers moved with precision, laying materials faster than any seamstress could ever hope to match as they crafted the Batman costume in one, and the Catwoman uniform in the other.

"This is incredible." Amy awed, unable to take her dark brown eyes off the 5D printer. Watching as the two suits came to life, it was honestly like something out of a sci-fi movie.

Despite her efforts to remain composed, Rosa failed to do so. "You can say that again." She muttered, watching in amazement as the process crafted her Catwoman outfit more quickly than she had ever imagined, forming right before her eyes. "Seems a little excessive for Halloween costumes though."

"It is," Six concurred with Rosalita. "However, given that time is against us, and we require costumes for our undercover assignments, our options were limited," he explained to her before turning to Amy. "But since the for yours has not yet commenced, do you have any preferences and alterations you wish to make to the Wonder Woman outfit?"

Responding with a nod, Amy answered. "Yeah."

---

Some time had passed since their arrival. In the penthouse, Amy used one of the bathrooms to change into her custom-crafted Wonder Woman costume, which rested on the corner of the large marble sink.

Removing her blazer jacket, Amy began to unbutton her shirt. Once she had, she slipped off her slacks leaving her in a matching pair of white bra and panties. Catching her reflection in the large smart mirror from the corner of her eye, she looked back. Standing alone in Jericho's bathroom in nothing but her smallclothes, she kinda wished that she had worn something a little sexier. There was also a part of her that wished that Jericho would walk in to see her standing there in nothing but her bra and panties and...

Promptly dismissing such thoughts, Amy resumed getting dressed. To be truthful, those of thoughts had lingered for a while now and had only intensified since her party. Although she had been drunk, she still recalled what happened and could not stop thinking about the moment she sat on Jericho's lap and grinded her ass against him in her drunken state. But most of all, she couldn't thinking about how big his dick felt each time it twitched and pressed against her.

And while embarrassed with what she did, there was a part of her that loved the effect that she had on Jericho and thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of him growing bigger and thicker the more as she grounded her ass against him knowing that she was the cause. And for nearly two months, it was all she could think about. While she had felt how big he was, she kinda wanted to see just how big he was with her own eyes.

Growing flustered, Amy grabbed the black, leather-like pants from the sink and slipped them on. Once she did, she felt her heart race a little when the pants started warming to her body temperature, creating a cosy, snug feeling that enveloped her. Surprised by the unexpected yet not unpleasant sensation, she looked down and watched in amazement as the pants began to mold to her shape.

Slowly running her hands across her ass and the fabric, she felt it conform perfectly to her curves with it fitting like a second skin. Glancing in the mirror to get a better look at the pants from a different angle, the snug yet comfortable material felt and looked amazing. Filled with confidence, Amy grabbed the red leather-like bodice that had a golden eagle shaped like a W on the top.

Unstrapping her bra and letting it fall to the ground, Amy placed on the bodice with it reacting to her body heat and immediately began to conform to her. Hugging her curves in all the right places, she slowly ran both her hands down her stomach to feel the smart material that lifted and supported her breasts like a high-quality sports bra with the fabric feeling breathable and gentle against her bare breasts. Grabbing the black jacket, she slipped her arms through the sleeves, and like the pants and bodice, it adapted to her body until it fitted perfectly.

Seizing her bracers, she slipped them over her wrists and the jacket arms. Once they were secured, she retrieved the tiara and carefully placed in on. Running her fingers through her thick, brown hair, she ensured that the tiara was visible before grabbing the red, knee-length boots and placed them on. Her feet resting comfortably inside, like the jacket, bodice, and pants, it conformed to the shape of her feet and calves, providing her with support and comfort, as well giving her a small height boost.

With her outfit complete, Amy turned and examined herself in the mirror. Despite hating Halloween with a burning passion, she smiled at how awesome her Wonder Woman costume was and how good she looked in it.

Collecting her clothes and placing her bar inside her shirt so that Jericho would see it, Amy turned and unlocked the bathroom. Leaving the room, she walked down the hallway that led out by the staircase next to the elevator. Looking over to the seating area that was in front of the fireplace, she found Rosa sitting there in her Catwoman costume that hugged her curves, showing off her figure.

"Damn." Rosa complimented, turning her head when she heard someone approaching revealing black cat ears atop her thick, black hair that cascaded down her back and the goggles that looked like they had been ripped straight from the comics. "Maybe I should have picked Wonder Woman."

Walking over to the couch, Amy plopped herself down next to Rosa. "Thanks. And your outfit looks great." She complimented back, looking at the catsuit that had a zipper that ran down the middle for Rosa to easily slip out of. "But when you were putting it on did you outfit...

"Mold around me?" Rosa finished, knowing what she was going to ask. "Yeah. That Smart Material is pretty dope; and so is that jacket." She voiced, really regretting not picking Wonder Woman now."

Before Amy could respond Jericho's voice interrupted "You both ready?" He questioned. Turning in the direction that his voice came from, they both saw him walking down the staircase dressed up as Batman. The cowl was pulled down, and the black cape flowed behind him, complementing the stone-grey bodysuit that hugged his muscular build, highlighting his broad shoulders and powerful arms. Across his impressive chest was a large black bat symbol, matching the gloves and boots. And around his waist was a golden utility belt, befitting the Dark Knight.

"Whenever you are, Batman." Rosa smirked, climbing to her feet along with Amy.

Walking across the penthouse floor, Six approached the elevator. "Hm." He grunted back at Rosalita. Gesturing to said elevator, he stepped in first, followed by Amy and Rosalita and pressed the touchscreen control panel for them to head to the garage. The door closing, the room shifted as it descended.

"You make a great Batman." Amy complimented, standing in front of Jericho.

Next to Amy, Rosa snorted in amusement. "As much as I hate to agree with Jake, he pretty much is Batman. Shitty childhood," And while she was a cold-hearted bitch and damn proud of it, she did approach the subject as delicately as possible. "Owner of a multimillion-dollar company, an average detective,

"High praise coming from you, Rosalita."

Her lips curling, Rosa smirked before continuing. "And a philanthropist, you're pretty Batman in real life."

"I don't indoctrinate children into a life of crime, offer a few months training before sending them out into the line of fire." Six pointed out. "And you both look aesthetically pleasing." He said. And while Rosa took the compliment with a shrug and a smirk, Amy felt her cheeks heat up a little.

The elevator shifted as it reached the bottom, Amy remarked. "Yeah, but a lot of that is comic logic. I mean, Superman comes from an extremely technologically advanced world and the son of Krypton's foremost scientist and yet he is always made to look like an idiot compared to Batman. And somehow a regular human can dodge Darksieds Omega Beams."

"Yeah, it's called Plot Armour." Rosa snorted as they left the elevator.

Walking across the garage floor, Six, Amy, and Rosalita walked back over to where the super soldier had parked the Pontiac GTO. While Rosa walked around and climbed in, Six opened the door and pulled the seat back so that Amy to get into the back. Once she had squeezed in, he put the seat back and jumped into the muscle car. Sitting on his long cape that he felt was unnecessary, but accepted that it went with the costume, he shut the door, fastened himself in, and started the GTO that roared to life.

Pulling away, Six drove down the centre of the garage and slowly approached the door that opened as they did. "The A.I that runs this place," Amy said from the back, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Is it like the one that you installed in your cars?" She asked. And while she never said it out loud, she would've loved to have a feature where she could summon her Porsche whenever she wanted. But the Porsche was already more than enough, and still her favourite gift she got for her Birthday.

"No." Six answered cryptically as he left the garage and headed back to the precinct with Amy and Rosalita.

---

Driving from Manhattan and back to Brooklyn, Six, Amy, and Rosalita arrived back at the precinct. Parking up and heading into the building as quickly as possible, they took the elevator up to the fourth floor.

The door opening, the three stepped out of the elevator and onto the fourth floor. "It's the Justice League!" Jake exclaimed from his desk. "And Catwoman...but she's with Batman, so its all cool. She must be turning over a new leaf...again."

"Great costumes, guys." Terry complimented from his own desk. "Where'd you find those on such short notice?"

Stepping into the bullpen, Rosa nodded her head in her partners direction. "He had them made."

"But you've only been gone for a little over an hour." Charles voiced.

Standing in the centre of the room, Amy giddily explained. "They were created on Jericho's 5D printer."

"5D?" Terry murmured out, frowning in thought. "I've heard about 4D printing prototypes, but 5D?" He said, looking over at the Batman-themed Jericho. "And you can print clothes on it?"

With a nod, Six grunted. "Hm."

"That's amazing."

With a beaming smile, Amy interjected. "It's better than that. The smart material reacts to your body heat, conforming to your body and fits you perfectly." She chirped with a beaming smile.

"Where's my costume?"

Six looked over at Jake. "Are you planning on going undercover tonight?"

"If I play my cards right." Jake grinned cheekily.

Charles chimed in. "You can't go undercover, Jake." He reminded his best friend. "Your bet."

"I wasn't referring to that sort of undercover work, Charles."

"Then what..."

Cutting Charles off, Amy folded her arms. "Bet?"

"Yep!" Jake declared with a grin, popping the P. "Yours truly made a bet with our dear captain that I could steal his medal of valor by midnight. And when I win, Holt has to publicly admit that I'm an amazing detective-slash-genius in front of everybody."

Terry explained further. "And if Jake loses then he has to work the next couple of weekends without overtime."

"But I'm not going lose!" Jake asserted hastily.

Backing his best friend up, Charles agreed. "I know you won't, Jake. In fact, I bet that you could steal it with your eyes blinded folded and your hands tied behind your back."

"Thanks, Charles."

Shooting her partner a dry look, Amy taunted him. "Really, another bet? Even when you're losing the current one? Is this the slump all over again?" She asked, glancing over at the scoreboard that displayed the results of the bet with Jericho being in first with 134 arrests, followed by Rosa who had 106, then her who had 84, and finally Jake who had 59 arrests.

"It's not a slump!" Jake proclaimed insistently. But soured at the reminder, he shot back. "And the only reason that your arrests are that high is because I had a month off, and because you were partnered with Jericho; especially Rosa's." He voiced, still annoyed that he was the only person on the squad that hadn't worked with Jericho...well, aside from Terry, Hitchcock and Scully.

Six looked at him. "My presence had nothing to do with either Amy's or Rosalita's arrests?"

"Damn right it didn't." Rosa muttered with Amy nodding in agreement.

Swiftly amending his words, "I meant that you're both always partnered with him when he gets called across the city," Jake explained to the pair of them. "So obviously your arrest counts would be higher than mine."

"Yeah, and the arrests go to him." Amy stated.

Rosa concurred. "All those arrests are mine."

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry." Jake apologised to them both. "I guess that I'm just a catty bitch when I'm being a sore loser."

Before Amy or Rosa could agree, Holt emerged from his office and approached them. "Good, you have returned. Boyle, Santiago, I want you both to proceed to the Dekalb Street Warehouse party immediately." He commanded, showing no reaction to their costumes.

"On it, captain." Charles spoke for them both. "Ready, Amy?"

Far less enthusiastic than Charles, Amy nodded. "Sure."

"Reach, Diaz, I want you both out on the street." Holt ordered.

With a nod, Rosa answered for them both. "You got it, captain." Without even needing to glace at her partner, she turned and walked past him. Hearing his footsteps behind her, she proceeded through the gate and over to the elevator with Amy and Charles.

---

While Amy and Charles headed to the Dekalb Street Warehouse Party, Six and Rosa patrolled their beat. With his cowl down, masking everything but his mouth, Six remained vigilant for any signs of trouble. As Holt had mentioned earlier, Halloween was one of the most unpredictable times of the year the NYPD. Although Brooklyn might not have been dangerous as Manhattan or Queens, that did not mean nothing would happen.

"I swear to god if you jinx it."

Gazing down at his partner. "What makes you think I'm jinxing it, Rosalita?" Six inquired.

"It's you," Rosa droned, stating it like it was obvious. "You're definitely thinking that something bad is going to happen. And you seriously to loosen up." She told him as they both walked next to each other down the sidewalk.

Walking beside Rosalita, Six replied. "Is that right?"

"I don't mean in general, even if you do." Rosa explained, looking up at her partner. "I meant now. You're way too tense. Everything about you screams cop. You're stiff, ridged,"

Six interrupted. "Like Batman, the character I'm dressed as?"

"Yeah, dressed as, you're not him." Rosa reminded her partner as they crossed the road.

Reaching the other side, Six grunted. "Not what you said earlier, Rosalita." He reminded the Latina.

"I was just pointing out the similarities between you and Batman was all." Rosa said as they patrolled the area. "Of course, there is one key difference between the two of you."

Keeping his eyes forward, Six questioned. "Which is?"

"I like him."

Grunting, Six disagreed. "You don't like anyone."

"True." Rosa concurred with a smirk.

Moving through the crowd of people that were dressed up in costumes like they were, Six quired. "You realize that we're going to have to start blending in soon." He whispered softly, keeping his voice low even after the people headed in the opposite direction and moved out of earshot. "If we have to patrol this area again, or if people see us wandering around with no real destination in mind, it won't be long before they put two and two together."

"What, like go to a party?"

Despite her sarcastic undertone, Six replied. "We still have to follow the captains' orders." He reminded Rosalita. "But a bottle in a paper bag wouldn't go amiss."

"Between the two bars in your penthouse, I'm beginning to wonder if you're secretly an alcoholic." The dark-haired Latina quipped, walking beside him and casting her dark gaze on him.

The super soldier retort. "First off, I never designed the penthouse."

"Someone sounds defensive." Rosa smirked smugly.

Walking beside the dark-haired Latina, Six countered. "Secondly, I'm not the one that passed out."

"I didn't pass out."

"No?"

"No…I briefly succumbed to gravity."

Behind the cowl, the Spartan's eyes looked amused. "Now who sounds defensive, Rosalita?" He quizzed rhetorically. Looking down, he saw her glaring up at him through the tinted googles. "The eyewear deducts points."

"Bullshit!"

And as Rosalita lifted the goggles to glare harder, Six added. "As does forcing it." He stated as they stopped on the street. "At this point, it's around a 0.7." And as he predicted, she scowled and narrowed her eyes further. "And that's being generous, Rosalita." Gradually looking down, Six gazed down into her dark-brown eyes that were glaring up at him. "You've clearly lost your edge."

"I've lost nothing." Rosa growled up at him.

Never taking his eyes from hers, Six grunted in amusement. "If you say so, Rosalita."

"Fine." Rosa growled under her breath, her dark eyes flashing dangerously. "You want to blend in so badly?" Not letting him get another word in, she grabbed him and dragged him over to the wall by the alley. Pushing him against it, she seized the front of his costume, forcefully pulled him down as crashed her lips into his. Nothing happened at fist before he got over his shock and kissed her back just as fiercely.

"POLICE, HELP!"

Hearing the voice cry out for help, Rosa growled against Jericho's lips, irritated by the interruption. "This had better be important," she grumbled, her voice low and menacing. Biting his lip and giving it a playful tug as she broke the kiss and walking away, they both headed in the direction of the distressed voice. Rounding the corner, they found a man dressed in a nun outfit, sporting a bloody nose.

"NYPD." Six addressed the man, blowing their cover. Pulling out his badge from his utility belt, he established his identity. "Are you okay, sir?" He asked. Doing the same, Rosa slipped her hand down into her catsuit and pulled out her on badge.

Covering his bloody nose, the man answered with a slight lisp. "Do I look okay? I was just attacked and mugged!"

"Did you get a look at your assailant?" Six questioned.

"Yeah, he was dressed like the royal baby."

Rosa laughed. "Seriously? You were mugged by someone dressed as a baby? That's embarrassing."

"I was just attacked and mugged, and you're mocking me? Aren't cops meant to serve and protect...and you know, show a little compassion to victims?"

While Rosalita smirked, Six interjected. "She is." He informed the man who gave Rosalita a wary glance. "Could you tell us exactly what was stolen, Mr..."

"Bowie. Steve Bowie." The man introduced himself. "And after they punched me in the nose, they stole my wallet and made a break for it."

Managing to compose herself, albeit barely, Rosa questioned. "And which direction did the mugging baby rush off in, Sister Steve?"

"That way." Steve said, ignoring the nickname as he pointed down the street where they spotted several people in baby outfits among the crowd of Halloweener's.

Tearing his eyes from the crowd, Six turned back to look down at the Steve. "We're going to need you to come down to the station to file a report, sir?"

"Is she going to keep mocking me?"

"Yes.

With a small grumble, Steve agreed. "Fine. I'll go, but with you." He said to Jericho before shooting Rosa a look. "She's not a nice person."

"Thank you."

---

After collecting several statements from witnesses that saw the mugging happen, Six and Rosalita brought Steve back to the precinct. Stepping out of the elevator and escorting him into the bullpen, Six walked him over to their desks.

"We have the statements from the other witnesses at the scene," Six began. Sitting down in his seat, he looked over at the victim. "But could you give us a description of the mugger?"

As he sat down, Steve glanced at Rosa. "Is she going to make fun of me again?"

"No."

"Probably."

About to reassure the victim that Rosalita didn't mean it, despite knowing that she likely did, Six was prevented from doing so as a massive crash sounded off throughout the room. Looking in the direction it came from, he saw dust filling Captain Holt's office through the cracks of the blinds. Walking back to his office, Holt opened the door and stepped into the room "PERALTA!"

"It's not my fault!

Showing no reaction, Six turned back to the victim of the mugging. "Could you give us a description..."

"Did someone just..."

Six reassured him. "He'll be fine," he said, suspecting that Peralta had attempted the more direct approach to stealing the medal of valor from Holt's office. Although, how Peralta thought he would manage to pull himself back up and replace the ceiling tile before Holt returned, given his severe lack of physical strength, was beyond him. But knowing Peralta, he doubted that he had thought that far ahead.

"But he just fell through the ceiling."

"Hm."

While her partner interview Sister Steve, Rosa looked over her shoulder when she heard the bullpen gate open to see Amy and Charles walking back in, with the latter covered in egg. "What happened to you two?"

"We got egged." Amy grumbled. And while it had got in her hair, thanks to the perfect fit of the bodice, none of the eggshells had made their way inside. "See, this is why I hate Halloween. Stupid, no good..."

Charles interjected. "That's because you're only seeing the bad."

"Yeah, because that's all Halloween is. Bad." Amy declared flatly, dragging the dried egg yokes out of her hair by her fingertips. As she did, Jake came limping out of the captains office with a pained, yet carefree smile. "What happened to you?"

Rosa answered for him. "The idiot fell through the ceiling."

"All part of my master plan." Jake grinned, wincing a little as he sluggishly approached his desk.

With a dry look, yet one filled with concern, Amy retorted. "What, in how to get a concussion?"

"Oh, Amy, that's just something that football players say to get out of playing the game." Jake told her.

Walking over from his desk, Terry approached. "No, it's the official term for trauma to the brain."

"Truma sruma," Jake dismissed with a wave, only to immediately regret it as he swayed in his chair a little. "Woah." He said, extremely lightheaded and feeling like he was going to be sick at any moment.

Immediately in front of Jake, Terry caught him and gently leaned him back into his chair. "Alright, sit there and don't move." He ordered the concussed detective, concern and frustration lacing his usual joyful voice. "We should take you down to the hospital to get you checked..."

"Oh, I see what's going on here." Jake remarked, staring at the traitor before him. "You and Holt are working together. Well, it's not going to work, Ri-Ri, I'm going steal that medal and win the bet!"

Terry arched a brow. "Ri-Ri?"

"Jacob Jeffery Peralta!" Gina full named Jake from across the room. Turning to her, everyone watched as she slowly rose from her desk. "How. Dare. You." Emphasising each word, she glared over at Jake. "Nicknaming is my thing."

"Sorry, Giiiiiina." Jake sang out an apology.

Rosa pointed out. "Also, isn't that the nickname for Rhianna?"

"How do you know that?"

In the midst of interviewing the victim, Six stopped to answer Jake. "Because she an avid fan of Rhianna." He revealed, shocking the room.

"I hate you."

Returning to his work, Six responded. "I know."

"I'm going to make you suffer."

Undeterred, Six replied. "I doubt that, Rosalita." He dismissed the threat, which only served to anger the Latina further, and returned to interviewing the victim. "Other than short, shirtless, and wearing a crown,"

"Um, should you be antagonizing her so much?" The victim asked Jericho, eying Rosa warily. "She's kinda...scary."

The Latina smirked. "Damn right."

"Hardly."

And the smirk fell immediately.

"Reach!" Captain Holt's voice cutting across the room, Six swivelled in his chair upon hearing the seriousness and urgency to his voice to see him standing in the doorway to his office. "A word, please."

From his desk, Jake frowned. "You better not be trying to get him to help you win the bet!"

"Yes, sir." Getting up from his desk, Six apologised to the victim. "I shouldn't be long." He told him before turning and made his way across the bullpen and over to the captain's office. Stepping inside, he looked up to see the massive hole in the ceiling.

"Close the door, please."

Obliging, Six closed the door. "Can I assist you, sir?"

"We have received a noise compliant coming from within the Eclipse Nightclub down on Whispering Pines Avenue." Holt informed Jericho who remained silent. "To my knowledge, the establishment has been closed for a number of years so there should be anyone inside, let alone music coming from within. Ordinally, I would have sent Patrol Officers to investigate, but with tonight being Halloween we're stretched thin. I want you and Diaz to investigate."

With a stoic nod, Six agreed. "Understood, sir." He said only to pause slightly. "However, one of us will need to remain here. We're currently taking the statement of Mr Bowie, the victim of a mugging."

"I see." Holt murmured, offering a small nod. "Then pick at your discretion." He said, having confidence in his abilities.

Returning a nod of his own, "Yes, sir. I'll leave immediately." He declared. Turning on his heel, he opened the door and left the office. Crossing the bullpen, he approached his desk to see Rosalita and Terry speaking with the victim.

"What's going on?" Rosalita questioned, noticing the look on her partners face as he walked over.

Walking over to the desk, Six looked at Rosalita. "We got a noise complaint that the captain wants one of us to investigate." He explained to his partner. "And since we're already working on Mr Bowie's case, one of us has to stay here."

"Yeah, you can take the noise complaint."

Sister Steve frowned. "Can't you go instead?"

"No."

While Rosalita shot the victim down, Six looked around the bullpen. "Would anyone...

"Take me!" Jake pleaded, jumping from his desk and rushed over like his life depended on it.

Looking at Peralta, Six pointed out the obvious. "Aren't you suffering from a concussion?"

"No."

Terry disagreed. "He is."

"Also, aren't you participating in a bet?"

With a shrug, Jake responded. "Bet, smet! I've still got hours until midnight."

"Around four." Amy gently reminded her partner. "And I'll go."

Charles furrowed his brows. "You're meant to be working with...

"Take Jake, you love working together." Amy told Charles, knowing that would definitely get her out of going to the Halloween party. "Let's go, that noise complaint isn't going to resolve itself!" She chirped, quickly making her way towards the gate.

Concurring, Six followed after her. Leaving the bullpen with Amy, he stepped into the elevator. Pressing the button, the door closed behind them and the elevator headed down to the ground floor.

"Did she do that to get out of working Halloween with me?" Charles asked, dejected.

While she definitely did, Jake didn't have the heart to tell him. "Jericho needed a partner...even if it should've been me." He grumbled at the end, a little sour that once again he had been deprived of the opportunity of working with Jericho.

---

After leaving the precinct with Amy, Six drove them to the Eclipse nightclub in Whispering Pines Avenue. "Is this the place?" He inquired, slowing down and stopping outside the boarded-up building.

"This is it." Amy confirmed just as Jericho reached passed her, opened the glovebox and pulled out his sidearm, holster and set of handcuffs. Opening the door, the music from within the club hit her ears as she stepped out onto the street. "Though, it's been abandoned for years...at least, it should've been."

Removing his cowl and cape, Six tossed them onto the driver's seat. "Might just be some kids that broke in." He stated, slipping on his holster, getting a playful smile from Amy.

"You know, seeing Batman with a gun just feels wrong?"

Shutting the door, Six looked over at her. "It shouldn't. The original Batman utilized a gun." He informed Amy as he stepped onto the sidewalk, with Amy walking around the front of the Pontiac to do the same. Approaching the entrance, the loud music sounded off inside. Giving the door a small tug, he saw that it was sealed shut when it didn't budge an inch. "Must be a side entrance."

"That, or they ripped down one of the boards and broke in that way." Amy voiced.

Concurring, Six nodded. "Hm." He acknowledged. Walking down the sidewalk with Amy, they both searched for another way into the premises. Following the path round, they stopped when they found an alleyway between the presumed abandoned nightclub and the building next to it. Heading down it, the overhead light was dim, flickering as if it would go out at any given second.

Their footsteps echoing down the dimly lit alleyway, Six and Amy reached the end and turned the corner where they found the back door open, as well as a body lying on the ground, face first, drowning in blood. Removing their weapons from their holsters, they glanced at each other before approaching the body to see that the person was dressed in a cape that had slashes through it.

Crouching down, Six gently turned her around to reveal a girl in her late teens to early twenties, dressed as a vampire. The fear still evident in her eyes long after her death, he tenderly raised his hand ran his fingers her eyelids to close them, making it appear as though she were sleeping.

"There's nothing we can do for her now, but there might still be others inside," Six stated softly, keeping his voice low even as the music reverberated throughout the building. Climbing to his feet, he gazed down at Amy. "Ready?"

With a slight, yet affirming nod, Amy grasped her gun firmly. "Whenever you are."

Nodding in acknowledgment, Six took the lead. With his gun at the ready, he entered the building first. Moving through the dark hallway, they both followed the sound of the pulsating music. As they advanced further into the nightclub, they halted upon discovering another body, this time a man. Like the first, he was dressed as a vampire. But rather than being cut down and dying from blood loss, he had a wooden stake driven through his heart.

"That's the second vampire." Amy muttered, an edge to her voice as she stared down at the victim who had been staked.

His eyes turning a shade colder, nodded. "There's certainly a pattern emerging," he concurred with Amy. Knowing that, like the first victim, there was nothing they could do for him, he walked past and headed deeper into the nightclub. Following the source of the music, they reached a door with a small glass window, allowing him to peer through and see the heart of the nightclub.

With strobe lights flashing in sync with the pulsing music, Six glanced back at Amy, who gave him a small nod. Receiving her, he opened the door and stepped into the room with Amy. Moving cautiously through the, they ensured every corner was covered before stepping onto the dance floor weapons up to the second floor, where they found a man standing and looking down at them.

He had short black hair that was shaved around the sides, dark skin, a goatee and wearing dark sunglasses over his eyes. Clad in a long back trench coat, he wielded a katana that was dripping with blood.

"NYPD, drop the weapon!"

Unfazed, the man responded in a calm tone. "There's always some motherfucker trying to ice-skate uphill." He said before leaping down from the second floor with his katana drawn.

Dropping into Spartan Time, Six observed the world slow down as his reaction time increased. As the man fell through the air, he aimed his weapon at the man's right deltoid and pulled the trigger, only for his eyes to widen slightly when the man slashed through the bullet, splitting it in two. Quickly reacting, he grabbed Amy and pulled her back, yanking her away just as the man landed, breaking the ground and confirming that he was cybernetically enhanced.

The katana blade slashed upward, and he felt the tip graze his neck as he leaned back just in time to avoid decapitation. Moving backward with each step and slash from the katana, he roughly shoved Amy away, sending her through the air before she hit the ground with a thump. Having no time to check if she was alright, he narrowly avoided each strike aimed at him.

As another strike headed his way, Six redirected it by blocking it with his gun and parrying the attack before slamming the barrel of his gun into the man's chest, winding him slightly. As he stumbled back, he pressed the attack by kicking his legs from under him, sending him off the ground. Following up, he slammed his elbow down into his chest, sending him crashing into the ground.

Once he was on the ground, Six promptly kicked the katana away to distance the weapon from him and Amy. Grabbing him by the front of his jacket, he spun him around and slammed him back onto the ground just as Amy rushed over and held him down. Reaching for his cuffs, he grabbed the man's arm and slipped one over his wrist just as Amy grabbed his other arm, allowing him to secure the second cuff.

"You are under arrest for murder, attempted murder of law enforcement officers, and breaking and entering. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you."

Struggling to break free, the man shouted, "You have been compelled. The vampires have compelled you."

"Cyberpsychosis?"

Hefting the man to his feet, Six responded. "Most likely." He muttered, feeling responsible not only for the mans deluded state, but the people that he had killed due to the mental affliction that he tech and company had brought to the world.

"I'm not crazy, you're crazy!" The man shouted at the pair of them, shaking his head violently. "The world you live in is just a sugar-coated topping. There is another world beneath it; the real world."

Despite this being the first Cyberpsycho she had ever encountered up close, Amy groaned. "Enough with the Blade references." She pleaded as Jericho restrained the delusional murderer who tried kicking them both to break free. "How many other people have you killed tonight?"

"Not people. Vampires."

Ignoring him, Six looked down at Amy. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Amy responded a nod. "I just, well, you hear the sorts of things they can do all the time on the news but witnessing it in person is an entirely different thing all together." she muttered under breath. "No wonder his victims didn't stand a chance."

"They were parasites!"

---

It was almost forty minutes since he had sent out Reach, who had taken Santiago to investigate the noise compliant coming from the abandoned Eclipse nightclub on Whispering Pines Avenue. Sitting in his office, Holt worked on his laptop.

His work was interrupted when his desktop phone rang. Grabbing it, Holt brought it to his ear. "Hello, this is Captain Raymond Holt of the Ninety-Ninth precinct, how may I assist you?"

"It's Gina."

Hearing the voice of his personal assistant, Holt replied. "Gina." He greeted back over the phone. "If this is about Peralta's..."

"It's not." Gina told him over the phone. "Amy and Jericho are on their way back with one of those cyber-nutjobs in tow."

Frowning at the term used, Holt corrected her. "A Cybernetically enhanced individual." He voiced, never liking that term or what the media had coined as Cyberpsycho's to refer to them.

"Right, one of them. Well, they're on their way and..."

Holt finished. "They're going to need somewhere to hold them. Thank you, Gina." Placing the phone back on the stand, he rose to his feet. Walking around the table, he approached the door and opened it. Stepping out into the bullpen, he scanned the room to see Peralta quickly hiding something under his desk, all while playing it off with a carefree smile sat with him. Boyle and Scully were gone, leaving only Diaz and Hitchcock remaining and of course Gina.

Making his way across the bullpen, Holt walked over and addressed Terry. "Sergeant Jeffords."

"Yes, captain?" Terry asked, looking up from his desk.

Approaching the table, Holt spoke. "I need you to clear out one of the interrogation rooms and have two officers placed outside it." He told Terry who looked confused, "And another two officers standing on the other side of the two-way mirror. Actually, make that four."

"Um...sure. Can I ask why?"

And with a nod, Holt explained further. "Reach and Santiago are on their way back with a Cybernetically enhanced individual, and for obvious reasons they will not be able to be placed in the Holding Cells."

"A Cyberpsycho is coming here?" Jake exclaimed; his excitement evident as murmurs came from within the holding cells at his proclamation.

Turning, Holt frowned as Peralta came rushing over. "A Cybernetically enhanced individual," He corrected him as he did Gina.

"Yeah, but's that's a mouthful." Jake pointed out, all while struggling not to break. "Besides, everyone calls them Cyberpsycho." He quickly continued, more to distract himself than anything.

His eyes locked on Peralta, Holt countered. "Which only serves to isolate them further, increasing the risk of cyberpsychosis due to the prejudice they face from the rest of the world." He stated, voicing his opinion. "Sergeant Jeffords, if you could."

"You got it, captain." Terry nodded, rising from his desk. Hitchcock, with me." He said, calling over to where he was sitting at his own desk, his trashcan lined with empty candy wrappers. And begrudgingly, Hitchcock rose from his head and walked off with Terry.

As Terry and Hitchcock headed for the interrogation room, Holt walked towards the elevator. Upon reaching it, he stepped through the gate Hearing footsteps behind him, he did not bother turning to address them. "Would this not be an opportune time to steal my medal of valor, Peralta?"

"There's still plenty of time for that," Jake remarked stepping into the elevator with Holt. "Also, stealing your medal when you're away is lame not to mention un-sportsmanship like ." He added as Holt pressed the button making the door close. Feeling the room shift as it went down, Jake continued. "And there is no way that I'm going to miss seeing my first Cyberpsy...um, my first cybernetically enhanced individual up-close."

The elevator descending, Holt commented. "As long as you stay out of the way."

"I'm just going to take a little peak." Jake reassured him, trying his best to hide his jealously that Amy got to take down a Cyberpsycho with Jericho. Charles got a barfight, Rosa got a car chase, and now Amy encountered a Cyberpsycho. How long until he got an awesome case with Jericho? Better yet, any case with him? Double J, oh, what a team they would make!

---

Nearly twenty minutes later, Six and Amy arrived back at the precinct with the transport vehicle just behind them. Stopping just outside the entrance, they found Holt, Jake, Rosalita, Charles and several other uniformed officers waiting outside. Cutting the engine, he left the cowl and cape on the backseat and climbed out with Amy.

"Are you both okay?" Holt was the first to ask, approaching Six and Amy as they climbed out of the Pontiac.

Shutting the door, Six responded. "We are." He confirmed, speaking for them both as Amy closed her own door and walked around the front of the GTO Judge just as the transport vehicle pulled up behind them.

"Which is more than can be said for their victims." Amy added.

Observing Jericho as he walked around the back of the truck, Holt followed him. "What can you tell me about the suspect?" he inquired, stopping at the rear doors of the transport truck just as the driver and passenger emerged from the vehicle.

"We have yet to confirm his identity, but all evidence indicates he is suffering from Cyberpsychosis due to his cybernetic eyes and legs, leading to the delusion that he is the character Blade or at least is a vampire hunter, with him believing that the people he killed were vampires." Six explained as the two officers approached. "And that said vampires had compelled Amy and I to stop him."

Amy added. "Right before he jumped down from the second floor and tried to decapitate us both." She said standing on the sidewalk with Jake, Rosa, and Charles, the latter still wearing his Halloween costume hinting that he had recently returned from his undercover assignment...that or he just didn't want to remove it anytime soon. "Which he would have done if Jericho hadn't reacted in time."

"Damn," Rosa exclaimed. "You sure you're okay?"

With a nod, Amy offered a small smile. "Yeah, I'm sure. It only lasted like, ten seconds, but it was like nothing I've ever witnessed. I was lucky that Jericho was there."

"We also discovered a total of five bodies in the nightclub." Six revealed, bypassing the praise from Amy. "With each of the victims dressed as vampires for Halloween. Dr. Rossi is currently establishing their identities, and once she has, their families will be notified." He stated just as the two officers glanced at Jericho who nodded before they opened the door, allowing him in.

Taking a few steps back, Holt stood with the others on the sidewalk. "How long do you think your masters going to hold me, Thrall?" he heard an angry voice growl from within the truck. He didn't need to wait long to see who it belonged to as Reach escorted the suspect out who was bore a strong resemblance to Wesley Snipes Blade, and not just his attire, but also his hairstyle and facial hair.

Escorting him off the truck, Jericho grasped his shoulder and brought him over revealing his vivid gold eyes that lacked blood vessels confirming that they were cybernetic eyes rather than organic, as did the fact that they were golden. Casting his eyes on the squad and other officers present, his eyes glinted with an unnatural shine as he was brought over, the reinforced handcuffs and leg-shackles keeping him from escaping. "Don't think for a second this place will hold me. When I escape, you and your masters die, thralls."

"Well, I think somebody is taking Halloween a little far." Jake quipped, albeit with some trepidation at the threat.

Amy shoved him with her elbow. "Not helping."

"Once the suspect has been processed, bring him up to the interrogation room on the Fourth Floor." Holt instructed, his voice authoritative and emotionless despite the threat made to him and his people. "We'll keep him there until the forensic psychiatrist arrives."

Keeping a firm hold onto the suspect, Six nodded. "Understood, captain." Covered by the uniformed officers, he guided the suspect into the precinct to have him processed and discover his identity.

"Those eyes were seriously giving me the creeps." Charles shuddered, and it wasn't because he was standing outside. "They were just so...inhuman."

Rosa commented. "Probably the point; especially if he's obsessed with Blade."

"Which is ridiculous." Jake retorted, trying to lighten the mood just a little after Amy and Jericho had nearly been killed because of the Cyber-Wacko. There was hearing about it on TV, but the thought of losing his friends to them really struck a chord in him. "Why pick Blade when you could be Dean Winchester? He fights vampires, demons, ghosts, you name it."

Amy disagreed. "Buffy Summers all the way." She mumbled, even if she once again was dealing with the fact that she would have been killed if it hadn't been for Jericho. First on the Dawson Case when he had shielded her from bullets, and tonight when he had saved them both from being decapitated. Of course, both times she had been there because of Jericho, but that was hardly his fault. But after encountering her first Cyberpsycho, she had no rush to meet another one. They had got lucky tonight, plain and simple,

"Please," Jake snorted, pulling Amy from her thoughts. "Buffy is such a Mary Sue."

Before Amy could retort, Rosa beat her to it. "Would you be saying the same if Buffy was a guy?"

"Er, yeah." Jake informed Rosa with a pointed look. "From the first episode she's already all-powerful and knows her destiny, it's boring. I mean, how dull would Star Wars have been if Luke Skywalker, a couple of days after discovering the force and using a lightsaber for the first time defeated Darth Vader, you know, a fully-fledged Sith Lord with decades worth of experience without any training? It would've flopped."

While he had a point, Rosa retorted, "That's just cliché."

"Luke beating Vader?"

"Buffy having to learn her powers as she goes." The dark-haired Latina smirked a little. "And who doesn't love watching a badass female kicking ass?"

Jake concurred. "She's good, I'll give her that. But, she ain't no Dean Winchester."

"She's better."

With a snort, Jake argued back. "Dean could eat Buffy for breakfast." He declared, unaware that Holt had left sometime during their debate about who was the strongest fictional vampire/supernatural hunter...which was definitely Dean Winchester; followed by Sam.

---

It was nearing midnight. Sitting in his office, Captain Holt worked on his laptop. Hours passing since Reach and Santiago had brought the Cybernetically enhanced individual to the precinct, whom they had identified as Wesley Hunt, the forensic psychiatrist after numerous tests had confirmed what they all suspected that he was suffering from...

His thoughts were cut off when there was a knock on the door before it opened to reveal Santiago on the other side. "Sorry for intruding, Captain, but some officers called up saying something about finding Jake scaling the building with a blowtorch." She said, making Holt sigh. "They said they placed him in the interrogation room, thinking that you might want a word with him."

"Thank you for bringing it to my attention, Santiago," Holt expressed. Rising from his desk, he shook his head slightly as he made his way out of his office. Walking across the bullpen, he turned and headed down the hallway that led down to the interrogation rooms, both now which were empty after Wesley Hunt had been transported to one of Noble Industries specialized medical facilities for treatment once the forensic psychiatrist had confirmed that he was suffering from Cyberpsychosis and delusional.

Opening the door, Holt stepped into the room to find Peralta handcuffed to the table and wearing a dark outfit. "Captain. Welcome to the endgame." He grinned nefariously at Holt, pressing his fingertips together like some evil mastermind. "Would you care to shake the hand of the man of defeated you?" Standing up, he was yanked back down to the metal table he was strapped too causing a loud bang that echoed throughout the room. "I forgot I was wearing handcuffs. Ohh, that hurt. Whoo!"

"Not as much as it would have hurt if you fell from the building." Holt countered, closing the door and walking over to the table. Pulling out the chair opposite to Peralta, he sat down. "What were you thinking?"

Jake responded. "I was thinking that I had much better core strength. I got winded, like, ten feet up."

"I knew you would not win the bet, but your performance tonight has led me to question not only your abilities as a detective, but quite frankly how smart you are. You had the perfect opportunity to steal the medal right from under me tonight, yet you squandered it."

Disagreeing, Jake voiced it. "I've squandered nothing."

"Let's look at the facts, shall we?" Holt asked rhetorically before continuing. "Here you are, five minutes from your deadline, handcuffed to a table in a locked room."

With a smirk, Jake leaned forward. "Which is precisely where I planned on being. Captain, let me tell you a little story. You remember when I fell through your ceiling?"

"Yes. It happened several hours ago." Holt acknowledged flatly. "There is currently a hole in my office ceiling; and the earliest repairs can be conducted is Monday morning."

Blinking sheepishly, Jake made a suggestion. "...I mean, you could always get Jericho to fix it. He loves doing that sort of thing, even if he'd probably deny it."

"Your deadline is running out, Peralta."

Getting the hint, Jake did just that. "Falling through your ceiling was, I admit, a disastrous and painful failure, but it did give me the idea for Herman, the friendly janitor that you met. With Herman, I commenced the perfect crime."

"I caught you as Herman."

Peralta's smirk turned devious. "But you didn't catch Rosa." He stated, his eyes twinkling in victory. "As it turns out our friend Rosa is great at picking locks."

"That does not surprise me."

Concurring, "No, me neither. Of course, I had to find a way to get her out of your office without you seeing her. So, I created a diversion." Jake revealed, his smile growing larger by the second. "Remember the fire in the trashcan? It wasn't mistimed, but rather perfectly timed. While you were distracted, Rosa escaped your office without you being any the wiser.

"What about the pigeons?"

Happy to inform him, Jake did. "Oh, the grey pigeons? They were a red herring. Thank you. Their only purpose was to draw you out of your office while two members of my team broke into your locked office. So now I had a way into your office and an open cabinet. All that was left was for the royal babies to steal your keys."

"Yes, but you didn't need the keys. The cabinet was already unlocked. You needed a way into the safe."

His smile threatened to split his face, Jake elaborated. "And I got it. You were so concerned with getting your keys back, you didn't even notice Terry stealing your phone. That right, even the Sergeant is on my side. I then had Charles dust your screen cover for prints. The greasiest smudges revealed the four numbers you use the most...the four numbers in your past code. Based on your advanced age, I assumed that you used the same passcode for everything, your phone, your email, and of course, your safe."

"...That would be a fair assumption."

"It was at that point that I bumped into a girl dressed as a sexy robot, and we got our flirt on...hard."

Perplexed, Holt expressed it. "And how was flirting part of the plan?"

"Oh, it wasn't, it was just awesome. And that brings us to five minutes ago, when Amy came to your office and informed you that I had been arrested," Jake reiterated to Captain Holt. "I knew she's the only one other than Jericho you'd believe without question because, frankly, they are both stickers for the rules and would usually never take part in these sorts of things. And as you walked over here, Charles awkwardly stuffed himself through your window and opened your safe."

Jake continued. "We had the four numbers of your code, which meant there were twenty-four possible combinations for Charles to try. That could take up to four minutes, which is why I really dragged out this explanation. I mean, really stretched it. I don't know if you noticed, but there were times where I was like, what am I even talking about? This isn't.." He was interrupted when his watched suddenly went off. "Oh. But now, four minutes is up."

"Which means Charles is either on the other side of that door holding your medal or I've lost." Jake declared, only to frown a little when Holt didn't move. "Um, aren't you going to check?"

Holding his gaze, Holt spoke. "So, you used the entire team to help you?"

"Yep." Jake confirmed, popping the P. "I turned one of your own lessons against you by giving a rousing speak that would've put Shakespeare to shame."

"And it worked?"

Jake laughed. "No. No, no. Not at all. My speech did not inspire them. So I bribed them! I told them that if we pulled this off, I would do all of their paperwork. And since you're doing all my paperwork.."

"That's unfortunate,"

With a cheeky grin, Jake responded. "Well, that's what you get for underestimating me, sir."

"For you."

"...Say what now?"

This time, Holt smiled, actually smiled. "I knew that you would have the squad help you tonight...which is why I employed some assistance of my own." He revealed to Jake and watched as his smile faded with each word.

"Who?"

More than happy to answer. "Someone that you would never have expected to join in." Holt divulged as he thought back to earlier that night.

---

(Flashback)

Observing the medical transport depart from the precinct, taking Wesley Hunt with them, Holt turned with Detective Reach and walked back into the precinct. Ascending the staircase, they both stepped into the elevator. Pressing the button, the door closed, and the room shifted as it headed to the fourth floor.

"Detective..."

Turning his head, Reach cut him off. "You require assistance against Jake?"

"I do." Holt confirmed with a nod. "I have reason to believe that he will, after several failed attempts, persuade the rest of the squad to help him in stealing the medal from my safe, the location that I am currently safeguarding it."

Reach offered a small nod. "I'll take care of it, sir."

"You will?"

Once more, Reach nodded. "Jake destroyed your ceiling; your desire for vengeance is understandable."

"Hmmm." Holt concurred as the two shook hands, affirming their partnership for tonight...in Peralta's downfall.

(Flashback end)

---

Feeling numb and sick to his stomach, Jake sputtered out a response. "N-No, Jericho wouldn't...he doesn't do these sorts of things." He declared insistently, feeling like his whole world was crumbling around him. "A-And he was working tonight. Doing his paperwork,"

"Which he completed and brought into my office." Holt reminded Peralta who turned paler and paler with each passing second. "And just like Diaz and her surreptitious entry skills, naturally, Reach's skills in technological manipulation are unrivalled. His ability to hack into the safe was instrumental to thwarting your plans."

Numbly shaking his head, Jake mumbled out a soft, "No."

"Yes." Holt confirmed just as Jake's watch bleeped for a second time. "And judging by your alarm, I believe it would be safe to say that I won the bet." He said, proclaiming his victory over Peralta as he rose from his seat. "I will be sure to inform the others to leave their paperwork on your desk." He stated, walking over to the door. Giving it a knock, the officers outside opened it for him. "I will be sure to mark you down for the next few weekends, Peralta...without overtime."

Watching as Holt left the room, Jake did the only thing that came to mind to express how he was feeling. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

---

Exiting the Interrogation Room after his triumph over Peralta, Holt proceeded down the corridor towards the bullpen. The sound of his shoes reverberating with each step he took, upon reaching the end of the hallway, he overheard the squad.

"I'm telling you; I did every single combination and not a single one worked!" Boyle proclaimed. "I've failed Jake. This is the worst day of my life,"

Holt heard Diaz speak up. "Worse than when you got divorced and lost everything?"

"Way worse. And I didn't lose everything, Hercules still remains a great friend to me even after he married Eleanor." Boyle informed Diaz.

Walking around the corner, Holt discovered the squad in the centre of the room. "Hardly matters now, it's gone past midnight." Santiago pointed out.

"Indeed it has, Detective Santiago."

Jumping, Santiago turned and looked in his direction. "Captain! We were just..."

"Discussing how Detective Boyle failed to crack the code to the safe?" Holt questioned rhetorically, finishing her sentence for her.

Santiago took the visage of a deer caught between the headlights. "Errr," She muttered unintelligently, failing to come up with anything on the spot. Fortunately, Jeffords came to her rescue.

"It was just a bit of harmless fun, sir."

Boyle stepped up. "Are we in trouble, captain?"

"We?" Gina repeated, scandalized. "I had no part in this. I'm just a helpless victim in..."

Diaz shot Gina a look. "You've been feeding us tips all-night."

"Lies!"

Before any infighting could commence, Holt interjected. "No, you're not in trouble, Detective Boyle." He said before casting his gaze over to associate who was sitting at his desk, working on his computer. "Thank you for your assistance, detective."

"W-Wait, what?" Charles uttered, turning round to face Jericho. "You worked against us?"

Amy looked at Jericho. "But you said you wanted no part in it."

"I lied."

Rosa smirked. "Not bad."

"B-But how?"

Turning around in his chair, Jericho looked at the squad. Holding his piercing blue gaze for a moment, he finally answered. "Easily." He admitted to Charles. "But if you're referring how I prevented you from accessing the safe. I simply changed the security passcode."

"How?" Amy quizzed Jericho. "You only went into the captain's office once tonight, and you were only in there for a like thirty seconds, max."

Holt explained. "By utilizing his cellular device."

"...you can do that?"

"Hm."

"DAMN! You can do anything on a phone these days."

With a small nod, Holt concurred. "Indeed you can, Sergeant. But enough about that. You can all place your paperwork on Peralta's desk, like he agreed when he first made our wager this evening."

---

In the early hours of the morning, as their shift concluded, everyone gathered their belongings and prepared to depart. Almost everyone. Leaving the break room, Jake casted his tired eyes on the piles of paperwork that occupied every inch of his desk. Turning to the one responsible, he glared at Jericho who was sitting at his own workstation.

"This is your fault."

Without turning to face him, Six grunted. "Hm."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up while you can, Fredo."

Walking over, Amy voiced her surprise. "You've watched the Godfather?"

"Obviously I've watched the Godfather." Jake retorted to his partner. "I am cultured, after all." He remarked before turning back to Jericho. "But don't go thinking that this is over. Because it's not, not by a long shot. I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next."

Sitting down on the edge of her partners desk, still dressed as Catwoman, Rosa arched a brow. "You planning on staying here all night?"

"I'm written on till six o'clock."

Gina looked incredulous. "Why?"

"Because I'm doing a twelve-hour shift."

Sharing Gina's sentiments, "But why? We're only pulling eight-hour shifts." Jake pointed out.

"Because I agreed too."

Rosa smirked. "Aren't you the little golden boy."

"I know that we're not meeting until twelve, but are you going to be alright?" Terry asked, concerned for his friend's well-being. "You're gonna get what, four and a half, five hours sleep?"

Responding, Six reassured Terry. "I'll be fine." He told him before looking around at the others. "But since your shifts are over, you should probably get out of here. Have a productive weekend."

"He's got a point." Jake yawned, stretching as he climbed out of his seat. Grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair, he pulled it round and slipped his arms through the sleeves. "See you all Monday."

"Have a good weekend, guys." Charles voiced, saying his goodbyes to everyone.

As Jake walked off, the Sergeant spoke. "I'll see you in a couple of hours." Terry said to Jericho who nodded, "And I'll see the rest of you on Monday." Saying his goodbyes, he followed after Jake and Charles.

"Don't work too hard." Amy smiled.

Gina added. "He can work as hard as he likes."

"Um, do you want us to hand back these costume?" Amy asked him, still wearing her Wonder Woman costume.

Glancing at her, Six replied. "It was made for you. Why would I want it back?" He questioned, which also extended to Rosalita, too.

"Oh, okay, thanks." Amy expressed, smiling at Jericho. Saying goodbye, she walked off with Gina and headed to the elevator where the others were waiting leaving only Six, Rosa, and Captain Holt who was in his office; Hitchcock and Scully leaving long before everyone else.

Turning to the Latina sitting on his desk, Six inquired. "Unless you're planning on doing another four hours without pay, you should probably get going too, Rosalita." He advised his partner.

"So you're just going to sit here for another four hours?"

Six answered. "And respond to any disturbances."

"At this hour?"

"This is the city that never sleeps." Six reminded the dark-haired Latina. "And it's not like I'm alone." He pointed out, gesturing to the captain and the other uniformed officers that were still in the room, as well as the ones on the other floors through the precinct. "I'll see you Monday."

Silent at first, Rosa glanced over at Holt's office to see him rubbing his eyes as he worked on his laptop. "I'll be right back." She said. Pushing herself off the table, she turned and walked over to the office. Knocking on the door, he watched as she stepped into the room. And after a couple of moments, Holt nodded before Rosalita turned back and headed back over to him. "We've got four hours to kill. Let's see what crap they've got on TV."

Knowing from experience that Rosalita's words were NOT a suggestion, Six rose to his feet. Pushing his chair in, he followed the dark-haired Latina into the breakroom and sat down on the couch next to her as she grabbed the remote and looked for something to watch. "You really didn't need to stay." He told her candidly.

"So!" Jake suddenly announced, stopping Rosa was speaking. Turning to the door, Six and Rosa watched as Jake, Charles, Amy, Terry, and Gina walked into the breakroom. "We were talking and it only seems fair that if you're staying, then we do too." He said, walking over and plopping himself down on the couch, "I mean, we are a team after all...even if you did betray me, which will forever affect my ability to trust again."

"You've all been working since six." The Spartan reminded everyone, ignoring the latter part of Jake's sentence.

Sitting down on the couch next to him, Amy looked up Jericho. "So have you. And like Jake said, we're a team. It's only right that we do too."

"And since you want to be an unsociable ass, how else are we going to hang out with you?" Peralta remarked jokily...and kinda not. "The last time we did was at Amy's party, and that was over a month ago."

Terry added. "And what's four hours?"

"What about Sharon, Cagney, and Lacey?" Six asked Terry.

Sitting down and stretching out on the long part of the couch, Terry replied. "I've already messaged her. And it's not like I was going to be seeing them...

"Relationship problems?" Jake nodded understandingly, earning a glare from the sergeant.

Gina chimed in. "If you're having problems in the bedroom..."

"TERRY'S SEXLIFE IS GREAT!"

The receptionist purred playfully. "I bet it is, Tear-Bear."

"TERRY MEANS," Calming himself, he took a deep breath. "There is nothing wrong with my relationship. I'm married to the most beautiful woman in the world and have two beautiful daughters, I couldn't be happier."

"Awwww."

Bashful, but meaning ever word, Terry laughed and played it off. "Come on guys."

"Is anyone hungry?" Six inquired of the room, coming to Terry's aid.

Jake responded promptly. "Did you betray me tonight?"

"Is anywhere even open at this hour?" Amy voiced.

Starving, Rosa quickly commented. "There's got to be a couple of twenty-four places open."

"Need I remind you all that your shifts ended seven minutes ago." Captain Holt announced from the doorway.

From her place on the couch, Amy looked over at Holt. "Well, since Jericho has got to work for another four hours, it seems only right that we do too. We're a team, after all." She told him, speaking for everyone else. "Sir." Amy quickly added.

"Very well." Holt acknowledged after a moment of silence, the tiniest of smile tugging at his lips. "I will write you on until six AM."

As he turned to leave, Six addressed him. "Are you hungry, sir?"

"Jericho's ordering food." Jake happily explained to the captain as he went to leave. "I think he feels guilty about betraying his friend tonight."

"I don't."

About to decline, Holt stopped. "Yes, I am."

"Great!" Jake beamed, inviting him to join them. "Then come and decide what you want," he said, including the captain in group, who walked over as Jericho pulled out his phone, opened the app, and searched for a place that was still open and delivered.

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And cut! Here is the next chapter of The Demon of The Nine-Nine! I hope you all enjoyed it, and of course, Happy New Year! I know that many of you were hoping that Jake would finally get a win this chapter, and originally, I was going to have it play out like in canon/the episode, but I thought that I would add my own little twist with Six and Holt working together.

Of course, I would say that the highlight of the chapter was Rosa making her move on Six, and Six and Amy dealing with the Cyberpsycho, even if the latter encounter/fight could have been better and longer.

Also, for anyone interested in a DBZ story, I recently uploaded a solely Dragon Ball Z Story about a Saiyan from Sadala arriving on Earth with his baby daughter around the time that Gohan was born after being frozen in cryo for centuries, I'd love for you to check it out and give me your opinion. The pairing is Oc x Android 18

Not really much to say other than let me know what you all thought!