Hostage | Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Nineteen

Jake

I groan loudly as my eyes slowly open, a persistent pain in the back of my head. As I slowly come to my sense and I look around me, I realise that I'm... in the hospital, still wearing my normal clothes - apart from my leather jacket - which are now slightly scuffed and dirty. Once my senses start to kick back in, Fawn's face and her capture almost instantly kicks in too, so I sit up promptly and throw the hospital cover to the side.

"Whoa, calm down, Peralta!" I hear a very familiar voice call out and when I turn around, I see Amy sat nearby, a closed magazine on binder organisation sat on the nearby table. I shake my head in response and after she hands me my jacket, I practically storm out of the hospital wing, making a beeline for the exit.

"Jake, what's going on?" Amy pleads as I rush out of the hospital sliding doors, my heart pumping faster and faster at the thought of not knowing where Fawn now is. I spin around and grab both of Amy's arms quite tightly, a shocked expression on her face. "Amy, we really don't have any time to waste here. Fawn and I were ambushed at the storage unit building by a group of guys. I was knocked out, the last thing I saw was Fawn's body being dragged into the back of a red van and I need to get back to the precinct before I forget the number plate, so I can find her as fast as possible."

Without much hesitation, Amy just nods and leads me to her car, which she switches on sharply and drives the two of us out of the parking space. As we drive back to the Nine-Nine, I finally notice that my breathing has grown quite rapid and my hands are shaking slightly. I start to take several deep breaths to try and calm myself down, but I can't shake away the deafening guilt I feel in my heart.

I tried my best to get up and help her, but I just wasn't strong enough. I tried to work around the men who attacked us, but I just wasn't fast enough. I tried, but I failed.

"Jake, we're here," Amy says out of the blue, pulling me out of my thoughts and back into reality. Both of us rush out of the car and as we make our way into the precinct, my run quickly shifts into a desperate sprint. I ignore the lift and continue to sprint up the stairs, the bullpen catching my eye as I reach the top floor and after jumping over the fence - which results in some strange looks from officers around the room - I rush to my computer and start ferociously typing out an email to Captain Holt, telling him to get the rest of the squad back to the precinct as soon as they can. 

As I continue to type, I see Amy stop slightly in front of me and before she can say anything, I speak out first. "Get the meeting room ready for the squad, including a laptop on the podium logged into my account so I can write down all the details I can remember for everyone." She nods sharply and rushes to find a spare laptop around the precinct whilst I pull up a document to note down as many details of Fawn's capture as possible.

Three men attacked Fawn and least two were holding me down against the floor; the guy we handcuffed could have been in either of those groups. The two that were holding me down didn't escape in the truck that took Fawn, but the group that attacked her did. The truck was a dark shade of red, the number plate was FBE 6739 and it had a broken backlight.

"Meeting room is ready, Peralta," Amy says in a serious voice. When I look up at her, I see a sorrowful look in her eyes and as she sits down in the chair beside me, she gives me an apologetic smile. She opens her mouth to say something, but immediately shuts it at the sound of the lift doors opening. We both turn around to see the rest of the squad making their way into the bullpen, all of them with quite confused looks on their faces. 

Before anyone can say anything, I march into the meeting room and I hear Amy tell everyone to follow and sit down. I stand behind the podium and after quickly transferring all my notes, I clear my throat to address the entire room. "We have a serious and urgent situation on our hands... Fawn has been captured." Gasps and worried looks emerge throughout the room, but I quickly interrupt them as I turn on the projector to show my laptop screen, displaying my notes.