❝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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"I've been going at him for six hours. He won't say a word," Terry explained with a defeated sigh, "The guy's a brick wall."
Jake smirked confidently. "Not to worry, sarge. I'll take it from here. Hope you boys brought popcorn, 'cause I'm about to put on a show," He popped his collar and sauntered out.
"Ooh, this is going to be good!" Charles all but squealed as Jake entered the interrogation room.
"And it's just in time for my popcorn. Care for some?"
Terry and Charles furrowed their brows as they looked around the observation room, trying to find Rich. They got their answer soon enough when a popcorn bucket tied to a string slowly came down from the ceiling.
"Rich, what did I tell you about the vents!" Terry complained as he looked up.
Rich gave him an innocent smile. "That I should use them more often?"
Before Terry could complain about Rich's constant misuse of the precinct's vents, Charles cut in. "Wow," He breathed out, "This popcorn is amazing!"
"What are you talking about, man? It's just popcorn, it's all the same," Terry huffed.
"Not this," Charles said decidedly and gestured for him to try it.
Terry rolled his eyes and reluctantly tried it before his eyes widened. "Wow! Terry likes this!"
"Hey, sharing is a thing you know!" Charles complained when Terry grabbed the bucket.
"Not when the popcorn is this damn good," Terry said as he ate another handful.
They couldn't argue over the popcorn for long because Jake was banging on the one-way mirror frantically. Apparently, the door handle fell off when he closed the door and he was now locked in with the perp.
"Lock's broken," Terry spoke into the mic, "Gotta call facilities."
Jake nodded coolly. "Copy that. No rush. As I said, I got all the time in the wor-" His breathing quickly became heavier, "It's a little warm in here, right?" He leaned closer to the perp, "Do you feel any air coming out of that vent? I got nothing," He heaved nervously.
Terry and Charles shared a look, knowing this wouldn't end well.
"We got an ETA on facilities?" Jake wrung his hands out anxiously as he paced.
"At least 45 minutes," Charles said slowly, hoping Jake wouldn't freak out.
Not even ten minutes later, Jake was sitting on the interrogation table, breathing heavily. "And they've checked all this paint for lead, right? And the room for asbestos. I feel like I'm sucking on a tailpipe in here, Marcos!" He cried.
20 minutes later he decided to throw the broken door handle at the one-way mirror. "Everybody get away from the mirror!" He frowned when it simply bounced back, "Come on!"
