❝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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Natasha yawned as she walked into the bullpen and smiled gratefully at Charles when he bound up to her with a coffee cup.
"I tried making cafe con leche like your Abuelita's," He smiled excitedly.
"Thanks, Charles," She sang tiredly before she trudged to her desk and fell down into her chair with a huff.
"Nat!" Jake called out, relief clear in his voice as he ran over to her.
Natasha frowned as he came running over, clearly not happy with all the noise he was making.
"Please stop making noise until I finish eating my coffee," She complained as she took a sip.
"You were late and you haven't been replying to my texts," He whined as he stared at her with worried eyes, "I was scared something happened. I called all the emergency rooms."
"Aw, you're cute," She laughed quietly before she paused, "And needy."
He pouted and crossed his arms, looking like an upset child.
She smiled sheepishly and grabbed his hand comfortingly. "I'm sorry. But you know I can only be nice for a few seconds. Anyway, I went home from your place to shower and I'm so tired that I fell asleep walking down the stairs while I was leaving."
"But we went to bed so early," Jake frowned with furrowed brows, "The scary murder mystery show you made us watch was over at 10:00," He paused awkwardly before loudly saying, "I mean... sex. We do it. She's tired from all the doing it!"
Natasha gave him an unimpressed look. "Don't make me pour hot coffee down your pants."
"Yes ma'am," He nodded and laughed nervously.
"I was up all night because your dumb, lumpy mattress is so uncomfortable," She explained, her tone dripping with annoyance.
"What?" Jake gasped in shock, "But I gave you the good lump."
"There is no such thing as a good lump," She snapped as she glared at him, "Mattresses shouldn't have lumps!"
"Ooh, a lover's quarrel," Gina sang in a weird British accent.
"No, She's just tired," Jake scoffed defensively.
Gina rolled her eyes. "I didn't ask for part two."
"Never fear Tasha, for I have the solution to all of your problems," Jake grinned and led her to his desk where he had a perp waiting, "Highly potent liquid speed."
"Oh, you gonna love that stuff," The perp, Deavon, smiled at her.
"Devon, we're cops. Read the room," Jake rolled his eyes before smiling, "But I know you'll be excited because I busted Devon here with four vials of this, which is a new drug called... Taxi!"
