Hostage | Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Twenty

Jake

"Please know that I'm sorry, and I love you. It's okay..."

"No...no... don't fucking touch me!"

"NO!!"

"AAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!"

My body lurches forward as strangled gasps leave my throat, my eyes snapping open and looking around the room wildly. As I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand, reams of cold sweat stick to my skin, matching the sweat I feel everywhere else on my body. I pull my soaked shirt over my chest and after pushing the covers away, I step out of bed and stumble to the bathroom, my nerves shaken and my hands refuse to stop trembling.

As I flick the bathroom light on and my eyes meet the mirror, I see a haggard and worn-out man staring back at me. I see all the sweat on my face and chest, the bags that hang underneath my eyes show the world just how many restless nights I've had and the stress, anger and terror in my eyes. I turn on the tap and splash some cool water onto my face, trying to cool and calm myself down. 

It doesn't work.

I walk back into my bedroom but instead of getting back into bed, I continue walking, passing my kitchen and ending up in the living room. It isn't long before I collapse into one of my leather chairs and my eyes travel to the ceiling, drained of energy but not drained enough to fall back into another nightmare.

Almost two months have passed since Fawn was taken hostage and the Nine-Nine has found barely anything that could lead us to finding her. We thought that we had something with the number plate I remembered of the van that took her away, but we eventually found out that it had been destroyed, burnt to cinders. Then, we attempted to track the device that called us, which was also destroyed. After that, there wasn't much more that the precinct had to go on and we tried to find something... anything... but there was just nothing there.

No one on the squad has stopped looking for anything that could potentially lead us to find her, even Scully and Hitchcock have contributed some of their time through desk work, and we still haven't found a single goddamn thing to lead us to finding her.

Nothing.

My thoughts and the tears clouding my eyes distract me from the buzzing that I hear distantly in my bedroom, the sound of a phone call. As I swipe away the few tears that I feel trickling down my cheeks, I make my way back to my bedroom and when my eyes fall on my vibrating phone, I see Rosa's caller ID on my screen. I pick up and when I answer, my voice is incredibly scratchy and crackly.

"What's up, Rosa?" I exclaim, trying to sound as normal as possible, "what can I help you with at... half past three on a Sunday afternoon?" I hear her sigh and when she asks if I've been having nightmares again, probably noticeable from my voice, I know that there is no lying to her so I admit the truth to her. Rosa was the first to notice that I was acting differently at the precinct and when she called me up on it, I unloaded how stressed and emotional I was to her. Surprisingly, she took it all steadily and even sat down with me for an hour, the two of us simply talking together about Fawn. Eventually, I had to tell Holt about it all and he advised that I should take some time off, at least the weekends, and to not work late evenings anymore.

"Listen, I know you're not working weekends anymore, but you need to come in," she continues, "someone is here and they said they might have some information for you. Information about Fawn's father." 

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I practically run out of the lift and into the precinct, my head feels like it is spinning madly and my emotions are running out of control. Rosa calls out my name and my eyes land on her solemn face, but when she nods her head beside her and I follow her line of vision, I see who has said they might have information about Fawn's father.

"Hey, Peralta!" Doug Judy exclaims, a beaming smile on his face. In any other situation, I would be over the moon to see Doug, but seeing as how possibly the most important person in my life is currently nowhere to be found and is most likely being tortured at this very moment, I just need to know what he knows. "You have information on James Hamilton?" I ask in a panicked voice, with all ability to conceal my feelings through my voice going out the window. Doug nods and his face grows more serious, registering that this is not the time for a friendly catch-up.

"Back when I was dirty," he starts to explain, "I used to work for Hamilton. He's been doing everything from car thefts to burglaries to identity theft, and as my image as the 'Pontiac Bandit' came out when you two were trying to track me down, I joined him for a job. That job lead to  another and soon enough, I was doing jobs with and for him on the regular. Just before I stopped working with him and you guys helped me leave my criminal life behind, I often heard him talking about a big plan."

He stops for a brief moment, to which I almost grab and order him to tell us what the plan was. "A plan to capture and sort out a... 'family issue'. My guess is that this 'family issue' plan was to do with your friend," he finishes and everything in me erupts. I grab the nearest thing I can reach, being a large pile of scrap paper, and forcefully throw them off the desk, a loud shout leaving my lips. "Where is she? Where is she, Doug?!" I yell, my voice angry, upset and guilty.

"I'm sorry but I don't know," Doug hesitantly responds, "all I know is the information that I just gave you. I don't know where she is." I heave a massive sigh and go to leave the precinct, trying my best to not just punch something, but stop in my tracks when Rosa says she knows someone who might.

"What are you talking about, Rosa?" I ask as I turn back around, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. She gives me a very small smile, before she opens her mouth, "I know someone who has just completed an undercover mission working in Freddy Miliardi's ranks, someone whom no one would suspect as being a police officer." She motions for me to follow her, which I do, as she leads me into the meeting room and reveals Adrian Pimento, sat on a table with a undecipherable look on his face.

Doug Judy and Adrian Pimento are now part of the story! What do you think Adrian Pimento knows about the situation? Please leave your ideas/theories in the comments, I would love to see what you think before the next chapter.

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