❝What! Why don't you trust me?❞
❝You want it alphabetized or by date?❞
❝I can't even look at you right now!❞
❝Jake, do you even trust yourself?❞
❝No, but that is not the point.❞
| In which the 99 get more than just a new Captain |
[Brooklyn Nine-Nin...
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"Attention, squad," Jake called at that morning's briefing, "Today is the most important day in the history of this precinct. For today is Halloween..." He faltered and turned to Raymond with a frown, "I thought we were going to say it together."
"I never agreed to that," Raymond scoffed.
"All right. As you may know, for the past two years, Captain Holt and I have engaged in an epic battle of wits. The goal; to determine who must call the other an amazing detective/genius."
"The first year, by sheer, dumb luck, Jake eked out a feeble victory," Raymond reminded them.
"And last year, I let the captain win, because he's old and sad," Jake shrugged pointedly.
"Sad because the competition was so dismal," Raymond countered quickly.
"Y'know what else is sad? You two," Natasha commented as she pointed between the two.
Terry nodded in agreement. "Is this meeting about something?"
"It's about everything," Jake snapped and Terry held his hands up in defense.
"This year's the tie-breaker, a final heist to decide once and for all the true king of the nine-nine," Raymond described dramatically.
"Halloween Heist III: The Heistening. Tagline?" Jake turned to Raymond to finish for him.
"This year we both attempt to steal the same object instead of Jake attempting to steal one from me," He explained in his usual monotone.
"I gave you one direction on the tagline- snappy," Jake complained as he rolled his eyes, "But yes, we will be attempting to steal the same item, this," Jake held up a plastic crown.
"The crown will be locked in this briefcase, which in turn will be locked in the interrogation room," Raymond held up the briefcase and handed it to Jake.
"And so unto the briefcase goes the crown," Jake sang as he set the crown inside it, "Didn't sing it with me."
Raymond ignored him as the two slammed the suitcase shut together before locking it.
"We will need help, so to be fair, we're holding a draft. The captain and I have given up our overtime, so everyone who participates will get the night off... captain?"
"With the first pick of the draft, I choose... Terry."
"Okay, brawns over brains," Amy pursed her lips, clearly wanting to have been chosen first.
"All right, I take Charles."
Natasha frowned when Jake didn't choose her but she simply crossed her arms coolly. Something was off but she wasn't going to jump to conclusions yet.
"I pick Gina."
"Gina?" Amy scoffed angrily as her brows furrowed in annoyance.
"Santiago, steam is coming out of your ears," Natasha joked and nudged her, "Cool it."
