GIRL WITH THE DENIM JACKET | R.DIAZ

FOUR

'Two shell casings in the kitchen.' Isla walked back into the dining room of the house.

Rosa looked at the two pieces of plastic in the bag.

'Handgun. 55 calibre.' Rosa replied, writing it down in her notebook.

'It's sad that you know that.' Isla giggled.

'It's literally our job.' Rosa furrowed her brow, looking up briefly. 'Go and bother the medical team, will you?'

'Of course.' Isla smirked, dropping the bag of evidence into Rosa's hand.

'Why are you smiling like that?' Jake asked out of nowhere.

'That's just my face.' Rosa's smile disappeared fast.

'How does your face muscles even know how to do that? You've literally never done it before.' Jake continued to tease.

'I will revoke your kneecap privileges.' Rosa threatened, turning to face him.

'Okay firstly, my feelings, two, you just seem happy today, it's weird, who have you killed?' Jake continued teasing, but also genuinely asking.

'Go away, Peralta.' Rosa growled, turning her attention back to her notepad.

'Fine, I'll go talk to Novak, she's more fun and less threatening than you anyways.' He poked, before walking away to the other room.

Jake entered and found Isla finishing up and talking to the medical team, finalising some things.

'Isla, whatcha up to?' Jake asked poking her.

'I'm just about to send you to the morgue to pick up the report on the body.' Isla smiled, Jake did not.

'Boo, you and Rosa are both boring today, what is with that?' Jake complained, putting his hands on his hips.

'Just doing our jobs, Jake.' Isla smiled, patting him on the cheek and walking off.

'Your job is not to be boring!' Jake yelled as she walked off.

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Amy was sat in a car across the street, whilst Isla was helping Jake and Rosa with a case, she decided to go with the scout team and Holt to gather evidence of Nolan meeting with this Ivory guy. It had been almost two months, and they were getting closer. All they needed was to gather some information on this guy, meeting spots, and then they could send Isla in to do the undercover work.

They had been waiting for hours, and Nolan finally walked out of view, but had been fitted with a wire in case he couldn't be seen.

'Okay, Nolan, our cameras have found you, stay calm. This is just a normal meetup.' Holt reminded down the radio.

Nolan stayed quiet, as a car pulled around into the alleyway where he was stood.

It was briefly quiet, as someone could be heard getting out of the car and walking over to the man.

'Mr Clarke.' Ivory greeted. 'It came to our attention that you were arrested.'

'Yeah, some bullshit.' Nolan chuckled, and Ivory sounded convinced.

'Well, you wouldn't say anything would you?' Ivory confirmed. 'We wouldn't want anything to happen to you.'

'Of course not, boss, they've got nothing on me.' Nolan complied, reassuring the man.

'Good man, now, here.' Ivory held out a backpack for Nolan. 'Address is in there.' Ivory gave him a pat on the back, and left back in his car. A few moments later, the car was speeding out of the alleyway.