B99 One-Shots

New Detective •Boyle•

The bullpen of the 99th precinct buzzed with its usual energy. Detectives hurried from desk to desk, Gina danced her way through a conversation, and Captain Holt maintained his ever-stoic expression as he reviewed a case file at his desk. Jake Peralta leaned back in his chair, tossing a stress ball in the air as he waited for some excitement to spice up the day.

"Jake, if you drop that one more time, I swear I'm going to staple it to your desk," Rosa muttered, glancing up from her paperwork.

Just then, Captain Holt's voice boomed across the bullpen, "Everyone, may I have your attention?"

The precinct quieted down as Holt continued. "We have a new detective joining us today. Please welcome Detective (Y/N) (L/N). She transferred from the 52nd precinct, and I expect you all to make her feel at home."

At that moment, Detective (Y/N) (L/N) walked in. She was in her early thirties, with dark brown hair tied back in a ponytail, olive skin, and a warm, confident smile that could light up a room. She wore a leather jacket over a blouse, her badge clipped to her belt, and an air of effortless coolness followed her as she strolled toward the center of the bullpen.

Charles Boyle's heart skipped a beat the second he saw her. His cheeks flushed, his knees almost buckled, and he felt that familiar feeling of Boyle-love—intense and all-encompassing. He turned to Jake, eyes wide, practically vibrating in his chair.

"Jake, I think... I think I'm in love," he whispered, eyes locked on (Y/N).

Jake raised an eyebrow, barely suppressing a grin. "Charles, you fall in love every other week. Remember Rosa's hairdresser? Or that girl at the farmer's market who sold artisanal pickles?"

"This is different, Jake," Charles insisted, his voice hushed but impassioned. "She's the one. I just know it."

As if on cue, (Y/N) caught Boyle's gaze. She flashed him a friendly smile, and his heart melted. Jake nudged him. "Go talk to her, buddy. First impressions matter."

Charles nodded nervously and made his way toward (Y/N), awkwardly extending his hand. "Hi, Detective (L/N)! I'm Charles Boyle. It's really nice to meet you. Welcome to the Nine-Nine. If you ever need help with, you know, stuff, I'm your guy. I've been here for a while, and I know, um, where all the best coffee shops are, or if you need restaurant recommendations... I also make a mean lasagna!"

(Y/N) shook his hand warmly, her grip firm but kind. "Thanks, Detective Boyle. It's great to meet you. I'd definitely appreciate some restaurant tips; I'm still getting to know the neighborhood."

Boyle's face lit up. "Oh! Well, I could compile a list, or, you know, maybe I could show you around sometime. There's this great little bistro just a few blocks away from here that does a killer risotto."

(Y/N) chuckled softly, and for a moment, Boyle swore he saw a twinkle in her eye. "I might just take you up on that."

Before Boyle could bask in his successful introduction, Captain Holt's voice interrupted, "Detective (L/N), please join me in my office. We need to review your caseload."

As she walked away, Charles felt Jake's hand clap down on his shoulder. "You did great, buddy. Nice job not weirding her out right away."

Charles let out a deep breath. "Yeah, but now what? I need a plan, Jake. She's not just some crush. I need to win her heart in a way that's worthy of... a love story for the ages!"

Jake grinned, clearly enjoying Boyle's lovestruck antics. "Well, it just so happens that I'm an expert in wooing—after all, I did land Amy Santiago. So, what we need is a classic, multi-phase plan."

Rosa, overhearing from her desk, leaned in. "Or, you could just be yourself. If she likes you, great. If not, well... then, move on." Her tone was dry, but there was a hint of genuine concern buried beneath her usual tough exterior.

"Rosa's right," said Terry, stepping into the conversation with a clipboard in hand. "But you should definitely use your culinary skills. Food is a great way to a person's heart." He winked knowingly.

Boyle's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You're right! Food. Food is my love language! I'll cook for her. I'll make her the most romantic, authentic, Boyle-worthy dinner she's ever had."

"Just don't go overboard," Jake cautioned. "Like... maybe hold off on the multi-course, candlelit dinner for at least a week?"

As the day progressed, Charles tried to find little ways to connect with (Y/N). He brought her a cup of the precinct's finest (mediocre) coffee. He recommended a nearby taco truck for lunch. He even dropped by her desk with an assortment of snacks from the vending machine. Each time, she smiled and thanked him, and Boyle felt himself falling deeper and deeper for this new detective.

That afternoon, (Y/N) joined the team for her first briefing. As they sat around the table, Captain Holt introduced the new case. It was a string of high-end burglaries, and they'd need all hands on deck to solve it. As they divvied up assignments, Holt paired Boyle with (Y/N) to interview potential witnesses.

"Looks like we're partners for this one," (Y/N) said as they walked toward the interview room.

Boyle beamed. "I guess we are. You know, I'm really looking forward to working with you, Detective (L/N)."

As they delved into their first case together, Boyle couldn't help but feel like the universe was aligning in his favor. The case was challenging, sure, but it gave him the perfect opportunity to show (Y/N) his skills as a detective. Throughout the day, Boyle tried to impress her with his knowledge of crime scene protocols, his attention to detail, and, of course, his ability to find the best snacks in any given situation.

By the end of the day, as they wrapped up their paperwork, (Y/N) turned to Charles with a smile. "You know, Boyle, you're a lot of fun to work with. I'm glad we got paired up."

His heart swelled with joy. "Thanks, (Y/N). I mean, Detective (L/N). I... I feel the same way."

As she walked away, Boyle felt his phone buzz in his pocket. It was a text from Jake.

Jake: Phase one complete, Boyle. Now on to phase two: Boyle's Bistro Night. We got this, buddy.

Charles grinned, already imagining the perfect menu for the romantic dinner he'd eventually cook for (Y/N). This time, his heart was on the right track.