Hostage | Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Eighteen

Fawn

"Jake Peralta is an amazing detective slash genius," I hear Holt say aloud as everyone raises their glasses, celebrating the winner of the Nine-Nine's annual event of the Halloween Heist, Jake. He makes a very brief speech - which is practically just him gloating about his brain and his skills - before everyone disperses around the bar, grabbing drinks or talking to someone. I turn around to face the bar and order another drink, just as Jake sits down beside me.

"Congratulations on winning the heist," I exclaim as my cider bottle is slid across the counter and I catch it in my hand, "I have to say, it was incredibly amusing watching the Captain scream from his office when you held up the beanie in victory." Jake chuckles and nods his head, as we clink our bottles together and both take a large sip. As everyone around the two of us fill the room with laughter, cheer and happy hearts, I feel quite conflicted in contrast; my heart feels worried and my head feels insanely swamped.

At some point, I need to tell someone about everything that happened involving the accident, but I need to be able to do it at a time where I won't panic when the memories start to flash up.

"Fawn, you alright?" I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Jake, who is looking at me with a concerned look in his eyes. All I do is nod my head, hoping that is enough reassurance for him. He smiles in response and opens his mouth to say something, but we both twist around to face Captain Holt, who catches the rooms attention almost immediately. 

"Attention Nine-Nine, I have just received a tip from an anonymous caller that someone working close to Freddy Miliardi has been spotted near a large storage unit building a few miles away." His eyes scan across the room and when they fall onto Jake and I, he raises his hand and points at the two of us. "Detectives Hamilton and Peralta, as this could be incredibly beneficial to your case, I'm trusting the two of you to head over to the address and figure out what's going on."

After a brief look at Jake, we both nod our heads and after Holt has sent the address over to both of us, we quickly down the rest of our drinks and I head outside to my motorbike. "You taking the lead, Peralta?" I ask as I practically shove my arms into my cyclist jacket, trying to get prepped as quickly as possible. "Sure, I'll lead," he replies, stepping into his car and turning on the engine. 

"Right, lead the way, Jake," I state as I turn my engine on and rev it a few times, before I climb onto the seat and slide my eye protection shield on my helmet down, ready to potentially further our case with this tip. Once he has pulled away and starts driving down the road, I speed after him.

Jake

"Ready?" Fawn asks as we slowly walk towards the location, pistols in both our hands, to which she simply nods and motions her head towards the building. We find the entrance and slowly start to walk through, our radios switched on and our guns raised defensively, prepared for any sudden movements. 

"Make sure to check every single unit," Fawn whispers to me, "check the locks and if any of them are open at all." I nod my head and begin checking the units on my left, whilst Fawn checks those on her right. We pass several corridors where the units are either locked or open and empty, but we continue to press on. 

As we enter into the next corridor, I turn to look at Fawn and her eyes are completely filled with concentration. They scan everything on her side quickly yet thoroughly, whilst her hands are steadily clutching her pistol, aiming it forwards. My eyes latch onto one storage unit and as soon as I see that not only is there no lock on the door, but the actual door is raised open ever so slightly, I nudge Fawn's arm and nod my head down to the door.

"Right behind you," she whispers, staying right behind me. I nod and crouch down to walk into the unit, being quite careful to not crash into the door or the few things inside. I reach for my flashlight and switch it on, making sure to cover every single part of the room, which seems to be empty. But as I turn into the final part of the room, someone makes a dash for the hallway and knocks me into a pile of boxes as they do, both my flashlight and gun being thrown out of my hands.

But when I collect my things and stand back up, I see that Fawn has drawn her baton and taken down the culprit, who is now laying on the floor and groaning slightly in pain. I start to recite the arresting statement as Fawn cuffs the man and pulls him up harshly from the floor, a satisfied smile on her face.

"I hear that you work with Miliardi," she starts as we hurriedly make our way back out of the building, the night sky quite dark and mysterious now, "so you better answer our questions, starting with this one: what were you doing hanging around this storage unit building?" For a moment, the man doesn't answer, but then he turns around with a wide grin on his face.

"To get you here."

Out of nowhere, three smoke grenades are launched from the roof and they land by our feet, ejecting a colossal amount of smoke from them. I try to cover my mouth and my eyes as much as possible, but as soon as I turn around to look over at Fawn, something hard and heavy strikes the back of my head. My knees buckle and I fall to the floor, my gun falling out of my hand for the second time and when I reach for it, someone kicks it away and I receive another blow to the head, which makes me roll over onto my back.

"JAKE!"

As I roll over back onto my front and I blink away several tears, I see Fawn through the cloud of smoke struggling against at least three fairly large men. I try to push myself to help, but I get a knee to the back that pushes me back against the concrete, keeping me down. I watch helplessly as Fawn tries her hardest to fight against the men, but they overpower her and aggressively knock her out, her body crumpling to the floor. 

"FAWN!" I scream aloud, trying to crawl out from underneath the person's knee, but I just feel them place their hands on my back and push me against the floor even harder. With all hope drained from my body, the last thing that I see is the three men dragging Fawn's body into the back of a truck before something hard hits my head again, making everything go pitch black.