NINE NINE! (Male Reader x Amy Santiago)

First Day at the 99

It was the start of another bustling day at the 99th precinct of the NYPD.  Jake Peralta was already deep in a conversation with Charles Boyle about the best pizza in Brooklyn... again... when the elevator doors dinged open, and a new face walked in.  You stood there, feeling the weight of several curious gazes as you awkwardly cleared your throat.  The room was exactly as chaotic as you'd imagined.  Rosa was sharpening a knife at her desk.  Terry was shoveling yogurt into his mouth while maintaining perfect posture.  Gina was on her phone, probably pretending to work.  And, of course, Captain Holt was standing with his signature deadpan expression, speaking to Amy Santiago about filing systems.  You adjusted your jacket, feeling a little out of place.  This was it.  First day at the Nine-Nine.  Jake Peralta was the first to speak up.

Jake: Whoa, fresh meat.  New guy alert!

He bounded over to you like an overexcited puppy.

Jake: What's your name, bro?  Wait, let me guess.  You look like... a... Mark.  No, wait, a Jack!  Nah, too boring.  What about... The Falcon?

YN: Uh... my name's YN.

Jake snapped his fingers.

Jake: Dang it!  So close.

He grinned and slapped you on the shoulder.

Jake: Welcome to the Nine-Nine!  This place is great.  We're like a family, except we solve murders and occasionally make bad life choices.

Before you could respond, Charles Boyle appeared at Jake's side, his eyes wide with excitement. 

Charles: You know, if you ever want recommendations on food spots around Brooklyn, I'm your guy.  I've tried every pizza, dumpling, and soup place within a five-mile radius.  Oh!  You look like a soup guy.  Am I right?

You chuckled nervously, wondering what exactly a soup guy looked like.

YN: I, uh, I do enjoy soup, I guess?

Charles beamed.

Charles: I knew it!

Suddenly, a loud voice interrupted.

Terry: Peralta!  Boyle!  Stop harassing the new guy!

It was Terry, walking over with his usual authority, though his hands were full of yogurt cups.  He looked at you, giving a warm but firm smile.

Terry: You must be YN.  I'm Terry Jeffords.  Sergeant of the precinct.  You'll be working with me for a bit, making sure you settle in.  Any questions, come to me.  Also, avoid Jake's advice.

Jake scoffed, pretending to be hurt.

Jake: Hey!  My advice is gold.

Terry gave you a knowing look.

Terry: You'll see.

Before you could reply, Captain Holt's deep, monotone voice echoed from across the room.

Holt: Detective LN.

You felt an immediate sense of pressure.  The captain had an air of authority you couldn't ignore.  You walked over to his desk, trying not to look nervous, though Holt's stoic expression did little to ease your nerves.  He stood with his hands folded, staring at you with that unreadable look of his.

Holt: Welcome to the Nine-Nine.  Your resume is quite impressive.  I look forward to seeing if you live up to your potential, though I have no doubt you will.  We expect efficiency and dedication here.  Do you understand?

YN: Yes, Captain.  Absolutely.

Holt: Good.  Also, I have a very important question.

Holt paused, and you braced yourself for something monumental.

Holt: Are you a cat or dog person?

You blinked, caught off guard.

YN: Uh... dog?

Holt nodded slowly.

Hold: Correct.  Dismissed.

You turned around, relieved but confused.  Before you could make sense of Holt's question, Rosa appeared beside you, her gaze intense.

Rosa: I would've said cat.

You weren't sure if that was a good or bad thing, but her presence was intimidating enough to not argue.  Just as you were about to introduce yourself, Gina breezed past, eyeing you up and down.

Gina: Hmm, not bad.  You've got potential.  But you'll never be as cool as me.  Just accept that now, and your life here will be easier.

Jake reappeared at your side, smirking.

Jake: Yeah, no one's as cool as Gina.  She once went viral on YouTube just by walking across the street.

You chuckled, shaking your head.  This precinct was something else.  A little chaotic, and really quirky, but it felt... right.  You could tell it was going to be a wild ride.  But as Jake started to babble on about some ridiculous case involving a stolen mannequin, you realized something.  Maybe this was exactly where you needed to be.