Revenge (A Brooklyn Nine-Nine Fanfiction)

Help

The team arrived at the location, and sent SWAT into the building. 15 minutes later Holt's radio went off.

"Our team arrested Maliardi and his henchmen. It's safe to enter. We haven't found your detectives yet but let's send the paramedics in just incase. We already know Peralta needs immediate medical attention."

Holt yelled at his team to storm the building. "Let's move!"

Everyone spread out through the building looking for Jake and Amy. Charles was the one that found them.

Charles gasped, "Amy!"

She was sitting on her knees, leaning all the way forward, yanking on her binds. She was screaming through the gag on her mouth. Charles ran over and untied her gag.

"Amy are you okay? Where's Jake?" He asked looking around. It was dark and he had only seen Amy.

"Boyle call the medics!" she yelled.

He radioed for everyone to come to that room.

"Use your keys! Get me out of these!"

Boyle did as she said immediately. Looking at her face, he saw that she was crying.

As soon as she was free, she ran over to where Jake was. Charles found a light switch. His eyes widened as they fell on his best friend. Amy was ripping Jake's shirt open and checking the wound.

"He missed," she mumbled, taking off her sweater and pressing down on the wound. She now saw that it was his left shoulder, not his chest, which calmed her a bit. Charles ran over and took over, pressing down on Jake's shoulder. Amy picked up his hand, still crying. "Jake you have to be okay! Okay? You have to be okay because we have to have romantic stylez. Okay? We're supposed to end up together! Jake please! I love you!"

Charles snapped his head up to see Amy, now completely hysterical. "Don't worry Amy. We have help. He will be fine."