Brooklyn nine nine - Psych Crossover

Chapter 1 - Jake's car breaks down

Jake POV:
I woke up to the sound of amy liking every crumb off her breakfast plate. "Is it reaalllyyy a work day?" I groaned. "Yes Jake" said amy. "See you at work!" She said. Then she left. About half an hour later I was done getting ready. I knew I was going to be late but then again I'm always late... I went to go start my car but it just made a rumbling noise before letting out a cloud of smoke. I texted Boyle to let him know and ask if he could pick me up. It soda went like this:

Jake: Boyle?

Boyle: Yes Jake?

Jake: My car broke down... can you pick me up?

Boyle: Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!

So he arrived in about ten minutes... Since it was winter, I was pretty cold so I went inside and ate a bagel. When he showed up I was super disappointed because there was only room in the driver's seat and the trunk because for some dumb reason, THE REST WAS FILLED WITH PLANTS! But Boyle being Boyle, he let me drive. He brought walkie talkies so we could still talk. "So Jake, when are you and amy going to have a little Jake jr.?" He asked. "I can't do this right now..." I said. "Ever since you got nicolage you won't shut up about it!" I argued. "It's nicolaghe." Then I turned off the walkie talkie. We got to the precinct but something was different. Everyone was silent? I went over to Amy's desk and asked her why. She just pointed at the office where the captain was having a meeting with a woman. When she finnaly left the precinct I asked captain holt what it was all about. He said it was the captain of a precinct in Santa Barbara. "SANTA BARBARA?!" we all said at once. "What the hell are they doing here?" I shouted. "It's a worldwide case that started there and now the serial killer is here" said captain holt. "What type of cereal?" Asked Hitchcock. We all ignored him. "Are the Santa Barbara cops working the case as well?" I asked, "Yes they are. Please act professional and do your best on the case Peralta" replied captain holt. So we learnt about the case. The killer's name is unknown but it's nickname is the p.d. s.k. . It stands for the police department serial killer. He likes to hang secretly around police departments without them noticing. He kills local civilians for no reason or he just breaks their car for fun. "HEY! THIS GUY BROKE MY CAR THIS MORNING!" I screamed. "It could have been an accident." Said Amy. "Title of your sex tape!" I yelled just a bit too loud as two men walked in. Captain holt introduced them. One was the psychic detective for the sbpd  and the other was his sidekick. The psychic was Shawn Spencer and his black sidekick was named Gus. And they were eating jerk chicken...