Leather Jacket [Rosa Diaz]

Forty Four

THE FAVOR

It was a week later from the game night, Holt was sat at a diner completing a crossword puzzle has waited for his breakfast.

"Thank you, Margaret," Holt said as he kept his attention to the page in front of him as a male placed the meal on the table.

"You're welcome, Raymond." The male took a seat across from the man.

"Seamus Murphy." Holt looked up before placing his pen down slowly.

"That's right." Seamus clasped his hands together as Holt took off his glasses. "Remember how I saved your detectives from prison in exchange for a favor? The time has come." He recalled as Holt glanced down at his food.

"Wait. This isn't my order."

"What?"

"This is an omelet. I only eat omelets on vacation." Holt explained as he eyed his plate.

"Yeah, I don't care what you eat. I'm here to call in the favor that you owe me." Seamus repeated again.

"Really? What if I say no?" Holt raised a brow as Seamus pulled a small cassette out from his jacket.

"This is you asking me for intel and promising to pay me back. How do you think this would look to your bosses, especially now that you're up for the commissioner job? Yeah. I know everything." Seamus smirked before leaning back into his seat.

"So... what do you want from me?" Holt asked as Seamus slid over a piece of paper.

~

Now, in the briefing room, the entire squad were gathered around to hear what the note said, "A permit to throw a block party?" Jake read aloud. "We don't even have to break the law. This is fantastic news." He fanned his arms out.

"I am not giving Seamus Murphy that permits." Holt denied. "He only wants to use the block party as a cover for something criminal: a robbery, a murder, or something worse." He listed a few key things that popped into his mind.

"You don't know that for sure, and that's your loophole."

"I don't believe in loopholes." Holt shook his head.

"What? Loopholes are the best. Remember that time when Pancake Palace had that all-you-can-eat deal, but they didn't set a time limit? I ate pancakes for a week for $3.99. All I had to do was sleep there and never shower." Jake explained with his hands.

"What? Thanks for the invite, friend." Scully piped up in anger.

"I will not be using a loophole, Peralta. As always, I'll be using the main hole or no hole. I choose no hole." Holt decided.

"You just said 'hole' way too much, sir." Charles grimaced.

"And that's coming from Charles." Jake's brows raise.