Motorcycle Heart

48 Hours

At the bustling precinct, Jake approached Captain Holt's desk, knocking politely.

"Hey, Cap'n, got a second?" Jake inquired.

"It's 'Captain,'" corrected Holt.

"What did I say?" Jake questioned, a playful tone in his voice.

"Cap'n, like Cap'n Crunch," Holt clarified.

Jake chuckled, "Alright, but to be fair, Cap'n Crunch was a war hero and the primary male role model in my house growing up, so... Anyways, 'Captain,' you know that jewelry store robbery down by Grand Army Plaza?"

Holt nodded, a stoic expression on his face.

"I know who did it... Dustin Whitman. I put him in Rikers two years ago. He just got out, and the crime scene matches his M.O. perfectly," Jake explained.

Later, at the crime scene, sirens wailed as Jake entered the robbed store.

"Okay, what do we got?" he asked an officer.

The officer briefed, "Security cam shows a male suspect, 5'9"..."

"Wearing a black ski mask. He bypassed the McConnell alarm by using the magnetic kill switch. And he only stole diamonds, nothing over two carats," Jake quickly added.

The officer looked surprised, "Yeah, exactly. How'd you know?"

"I'm a Detective. It's what I do," Jake responded with a smirk, then added, "I'm just kidding. I need a lot more information. But that would've been a great exit line, right?"

Back at the precinct, Jake updated Holt, "The crime techs aren't done yet, but I'm 100% sure it's Whitman."

Holt cautioned, "Well, let's see what kind of physical evidence they turn up, and then we can talk arrest."

Jake hesitated, then confessed, "Actually, hilarious story." The scene shifted to Dustin sitting in holding.

"So, that is Dustin Whitman," Jake admitted.

Holt was visibly concerned, "You already arrested him? With insufficient evidence? By law, we have 48 hours to find that evidence, or we have to let him go. You just started the clock.

TIME TO DEADLINE 47 HRS 56 MINS.

TIME TO DEADLINE 47 HRS 56 MINS

Rosa and Avery walk into the briefing room together, curious about the emergency meeting. Rosa questioned, "What's up with this emergency meeting?"

Amy walked in, wearing an outfit she wouldn't usually wear to work. A pink dress and her makeup and hair done to perfection.

"Whoa, Detective Santiago."

Amy, anticipating a date, sought approval, "Big date tonight. How do I look?"

Jake, about to compliment her, was interrupted as his phone played a Donkey braying. "Sorry, that was supposed to be a catcall. I don't know how this works," he explained.

Avery, recalling a peculiar incident, asked, "Hey, is this why you were getting makeup tips from the prostitute in the holding cell?"

Amy confessed, "I just wanted to know how she got such smoky eyes. Turns out it was an STD rash."