Leather Jacket [Rosa Diaz]

Thirty Four

YOUR HONOR

It had been a week since the chasing Amy incident and as per usual, the squad were all holed up in the bullpen completing their cases--or at least trying to before spiralling into a state of boredom. Meanwhile, Jake, Terry, and Charles were stood in the observation room watching a perp through the window.

"I've been going at him for six hours. He won't say a word. The guy's a brick wall." Terry grumbled, clutching onto his file.

"Not to worry, Sarge. I'll take it from here. Hope you boys brought popcorn, 'cause I'm about to put on a show." Jake upturned his collar before striding into the interrogation room whilst Charles marvelled his new look. "Well, well, well. I hear you don't like answering questions, Marcos. That's fine by me, 'cause I'm not asking." He shuts the door closed causing the handle to fall off. "Ooh, handle fell off. I'll just grab that." The boy picks up the handle before spinning it back in place. "Nope. So looks like we're locked in. That's bad news for you, 'cause you're trapped in here with a psycho." He widened his eyes before turning to the boys through the one-way glass. "Has anyone tried it from the outside?"

"Lock's broken. Gotta call facilities." Terry reported.

"Copy that. No rush." Jake gave a thumbs up before turning back to the perp. "As I said, I got all the time in the wor-- It's a little warm in here, right? Do you feel any air coming out of that vent? I got nothing." He asked, crouched down beside the perp.

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"We got an ETA on facilities?" Jake stood on the other side of the glass, slightly freaking out.

"At least 45 minutes." Charles declared as Jake sat crossed-legged on the table rocking himself back and forth.

"And they've checked all this paint for lead, right? And the room for asbestos. I feel like I'm sucking on a tailpipe in here, Marcos!" Jake wailed.

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"Everybody get away from the mirror!" Jake chucked the handle at the glass as it bounces off. "Come on!" He placed his hands on his hips.

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"I can't breathe. I can't breathe." Jake hyperventilated.

"Hey, calm down, man. I'll confess. Just stop freaking out." The perp commanded, trying to contain his obvious annoyance with the boy.

"What?"

"I did it. I robbed 'em." The perp revealed.

"Boom!" Jake finger pointed before rising from his seat to face the window. "And that's how it's done. I was faking the whole thing to break him. I coulda stayed in here forever." He lied.

"Good, 'cause facilities is gonna be a couple of hours," Terry answered.

"We're gonna die in here!" Jake span around before slamming his fists into the table.