YOU WITH ME - A B99 STORY (OC x OC)

The Chopper-2

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Terry walked out of the break room after his meeting with Dr. Susman, the teacher. "So I guess, if I had to sum them up, Cagney is the intellectual one, whereas Lacey is more of your traditional prodigy." he spoke, making his daughters sound like diamonds of the first water.

"Well, your daughters sound great. You know, I'm gonna look over their applications again." Dr. Susman offered. "Oh, no, that's not necessary." Terry spoke, playing cool, not sooner than he added, "It's Jeffords with two Fs."

"But what really matters is that your students have an amazing experience here today." Terry said as they walked over to the briefing room, opening the door to reveal the horrors inside. "Look, Rosa. Sarge is here." Amy said with a wide smile. 

"Oh, my God." Dr. Susman shrieked in horror as she saw the walls now covered with pictures of dead bodies, mutilated bodies and even burnt bodies of third degree or more. The children had been handed real bag of hands from the evidence locker. 

Meanwhile, Nick stood in the corner with red pigmented chocolate covered on his face, hands and legs as the students, mostly girls, collected samples off of it. He was dressed like a dead body on crime scene.

"Children, get out of this room immediately. Let's go." Dr. Susman said with hurry. "What the hell, guys? They're 12 years old." Terry whispered to his detectives, in complete worry of his daughters' chance at the school admission process.

"I would've killed to have seen a bag of hands at that age." Rosa shrugged with her simple excuse. "I'm so sorry... I tired to be myself and they hated it." Amy answered, nervously. Just then, Gina walked along with the three girls and let them go. "Where were you?" Terry demanded from her.

"Saving the day. Hayes is out of the picture. The McKenzie/Kelsey S. beef is squashed, and Brianna's going to the dance with Aidan, who's a much better match for her anyway, BT-dubs." Gina explained. 

"How does any of that help me?" Terry asked with a defeated tone and then looked over Nick still munching over chocolates. "And who the hell gave that man chocolates?!" he scolded, before choosing his priority and running after Dr. Susman. 

"Good-bye, Sergeant Jeffords. I think this experience has been more than enough for the children. We're done here." she said before hurrying out of the precinct with the students.

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Sam stood next to Bludsoe who was now sat on couch, giving his statement to the police. "I was walking home from the coffee shop. I have a job bussing tables there. Anyway, the next thing I know, Mikey D has a gun in my back." the man explained.

"Michael D'Angelo, the other member of the Fulton Street Four." Jake interjected to inform their Captain. "Yes, believe it or not, I familiarized myself with the names of all two suspects in this high-profile homicide we're investigating." Holt sassed at him.

"I fought him off, but he got my key." Bludsoe continued explaining. "What's the key for?" Sam asked him. "Each of us had one, and you needed all four to open the safe." "And what's in the safe?" Jake asked. 

"The $21 million." Bludsoe said as if a matter of fact. "Of-fucking-course it's the $21 million, Jake." Sam finally lost her patience. "Sorry.. it's the 21 million in there." she repeated calmly.

"Bing... pot..." Jake said slowly. "Nope... I was gonna say bingo, but then I was like, "Jackpot's better," but then it was too late; I was halfway through the word." he explained his error. "Bingpot works. It's taking off." Charles hyped him.