Brooklyn 99 - One Shots

Caught - B99

"NYPD, stop what you're doing!"

I heard the shout and grabbed the small black bag that was on the table. My partners and i sprinted in different directions. I was the only one that got away, and i spent the next couple days laying low.

It was expected that they were gonna come after me, but the question was when? I had to watch my back.

i think the cops are trailing me

where are you

near that starbucks on 5th

i'll be there asap

I texted my best friend, and we had a plan. Kind of.

I slipped down an alley to watch the street behind me, and i saw my friend trailing the cop that was trailing me.

I watched from the shadows as she asked the cop a question, taking his attention from me. I slipped back out of the alley and across the street, knowing the cop would search the alley.

However, there was one thing i didn't account for. Another cop. I felt someone grab my wrist and quickly throw a pair of cuffs on, "Yn Yln, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law..."

Shit.

The cop that had spoken to my friend quickly joined us with a cocky smirk, "nice one, Boyle."

I just rolled my eyes, letting them put me in the back of their car.

I got handcuffed to to one of their desks, and as he sat down, i slouched back in my chair with a huff.

"Yn, my name is Detective Peralta, i'm sure you're aware of why we bought you in today," he spoke to me as he started writing something down.

I glared at him and he tilted his head, "look, we know it was you. If you talk and we can get a confession out of you, we may be able to reduce your sentence."

"I'm not talking to you," i told him, nodding over at the man who had actually caught me, "i'll talk to him."

"Why?" Peralta questioned, looking over as well, "look, i'm your best option here because this was originally my case last year."

"Well you can tell your friend all the details."

"He already knows," he sighed in defeat, "Charles, i need you."

They both whispered to each other on the way to the interrogation room, and Peralta shoved me down onto the chair, cuffing me to the table.

The two of them sat opposite me, Peralta with his pen and paper, and the other had his hands together on the table and was looking at me, "my name is Detective Charles Boyle, and i need to ask you some questions today."

I nodded, "yeah i get that."

"So, you know about our investigation, right? That we started this investigation just over a year ago?"

"Yeah, we knew you were onto us so we hit pause," i leaned back in my seat.

"And what brought you guys back?" he questioned.