NINE NINE! (Male Reader x Amy Santiago)

Baptism By Fire

The next day at the Nine-Nine kicked off like you expected... chaotic.  You'd barely managed to find your desk when Jake pulled you aside with an expression that could only mean one thing: trouble.

Jake: YN, my new dude, it's time for your first real mission.

Jake leaned in as though he were about to tell you the location of buried treasure.

You raised an eyebrow, already suspicious.

YN: Mission?  Like, case-related?

Jake grinned.

Jake: Even better.  You, my friend, are about to experience something few detectives have the bravery to endure.  Something I call... "Operation Lunch Raid".

Before you could protest, Charles appeared, holding up a complex map that appeared to detail every restaurant within a five-block radius.

Charles: I've already mapped out the best food spots nearby.  Today, we'll hit the top three.  Tomasso's Pizza, Noodle Zen, and Mama's Tacos.

You blinked, still confused.

YN: This is my first mission?

Charles nodded enthusiastically.

Charles: You'll need stamina, taste buds of steel, and an appreciation for fine cuisine.  Are you ready?

Before you could respond, Terry's booming voice cut through the air.

Terry: Peralta!  Boyle!  Do not drag the new guy into one of your weird food adventures on his second day!

Jake, of course, ignored him.

Jake: Come on, Terry!  He's gotta bond with us.  And what better way to bond than over pizza, noodles, and tacos?

Terry narrowed his eyes at you and pointed a finger.

Terry: If you fall into Jake's nonsense, you're on your own.

Gulping, you looked at Jake and Charles.

YN: I mean, it's just lunch, right?  What's the worst that could happen?

Rosa walked past, giving you a sideways glance.

Rosa: With them?  You could die.

The words were chilling, but you brushed it off.  After all, how bad could lunch really be?

An hour later, you found yourself outside Tomasso's Pizza, flanked by Jake and Charles, who were enthusiastically debating whether deep dish counted as real pizza.  You took a cautious bite of your slice, savoring the cheesy goodness, and nodded approvingly.

YN: Okay, I'll admit, this is pretty solid.

Jake clapped you on the back.

Jake: See?  You're fitting in already.  Welcome to the 99's lunch tradition.

Just as you were about to respond, your phone buzzed.  A notification from the precinct popped up.  Captain Holt had just sent a precinct-wide memo.

URGENT: All detectives to return to the precinct immediately.  Active case.

You showed the message to Jake, whose carefree demeanor immediately vanished.

Jake: Oh crap.  We better head back.

Back at the precinct, the mood had shifted from the lighthearted chaos you'd experienced earlier to something far more serious.  Captain Holt was at the center of the bullpen, briefing the team as you walked in with Jake and Charles.

Holt: Detectives.  We've just received word of a string of robberies hitting high-end jewelry stores across Brooklyn.  The thieves are precise, quick, and leave almost no trace.  But they made a mistake.

Holt clicked his remote, projecting security footage onto the tv.  The grainy video showed a group of masked robbers smashing display cases and grabbing jewelry.  But what caught your eye was the small, barely noticeable logo on one of their gloves.  A mistake, indeed.

Holt: LN, you're new, so I'll give you a chance to prove yourself.  Look closely.  What do you see?"

Everyone's eyes turned to you.  You studied the footage for a moment longer.  The logo on the glove looked familiar.  Then it clicked.

YN: That's the logo for Zen Logistics.  They handle deliveries for a lot of businesses in the area, including jewelry stores.  My guess is someone on the inside might be involved.

Holt's expression didn't change, but you could tell you were on the right track.

Holt: Good.  Boyle, Santiago, I want you two to start digging into Zen Logistics.  See if there's been any suspicious activity or firings.  Peralta, take LN and head to the store they hit last night.  Gather evidence and look for any leads."

Jake gave you a confident nod.

YN: Alright, partner, looks like you're getting your first case.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.  This was your chance to prove yourself at the Nine-Nine.

Arriving at the jewelry store, Jake gave you a quick rundown as you stood in front of the wrecked display cases.

YN: Alright, rookie, here's the deal.  Most of this will be standard.  Talk to witnesses, look for clues, try not to trip over anything.  Got it?

You nodded, trying to focus.

YN: Got it.

The store was a mess.  Broken glass everywhere, empty displays, and a flustered store owner pacing around.  You approached him cautiously, hoping to get something useful.

YN: Sir, I'm Detective LN.  Can you tell me anything about what happened?

The store owner, a wiry man in his fifties, looked at you with wide, anxious eyes.

Owner: It was over so fast.  They knew exactly what to take, didn't even touch the cheaper stuff.  They were in and out in minutes.

You frowned, making a mental note.

YN: Sounds like they've done this before.  Did you notice anything unusual before the robbery?  Anyone hanging around?

He shook his head.

Owner: No... wait.  There was a delivery a couple of days ago.  A new guy handled it.  He seemed... off.  Nervous, like he wasn't used to doing deliveries.

Your mind went back to the Zen Logistics connection.

YN: Did you get a name?

The owner nodded.

Owner: I think it was Matt... yeah, Matt Stone.

You jotted down the name and exchanged a glance with Jake, who gave you a thumbs up from across the room where he was dusting for prints.

Back at the precinct, you handed over the information to Santiago, who was already diving into the Zen Logistics employee records.  As the rest of the team gathered to debrief, Captain Holt turned to you.

Holt: Good work, Detective LN.  It seems you've found us a lead.

You felt a wave of pride.  Your first case, and it wasn't a total disaster.  Jake gave you a playful elbow to the ribs.

Jake: Not bad, newbie.  We'll make a detective out of you yet.

You smirked.

YN: I'll take that as a compliment.

As the day wound down, you found yourself at your desk, feeling a little more settled.  This place was wild, unpredictable, but somehow, it was starting to feel like home.  And with that first case under your belt, you knew one thing for sure.  Life at the Nine-Nine was never going to be boring.