Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shots And Imagines

Rosa Diaz- Ill (a)

Doing everything to prevent making noise you made your way through Rosa's apartment, eager to find the criminal who had apparently been seen climbing through her back window. The call had not come from Rosa herself, instead it came from an onlooker outside, but Rosa was not answering her mobile, so Holt had sent detectives immediately. You had gone in through the front door and Jake had opted for a side window, 'typical' you thought to yourself, the one-day Rosa is off work sick and reports come in of somebody breaking into her home.

"Forward." Jake signaled from across the sunlit kitchen area, you pushed through the hallway and cleared the rooms of whatever doors were already open but there was no sign of an intruder. "Stop." He rose his hand. "Can you hear that?" He asked as quietly as he could, you pressed your ear against the door to Rosa's bedroom and heard her snoring away.

"I don't know what's going on here, but something isn't right." He peeked through the crack in Rosa's door and confirmed that it was in fact Rosa sleeping away blissfully unaware of what was going on.

"What should we do?" You asked, rechecking each of the rooms but still seeing no sign whatsoever of anybody who shouldn't be here.

"Wish me luck." Jake holstered his pistol, drew a cross against his body and knocked gently on Rosa's door.

"What are you doing?"

"What are we supposed to do? We might as well ask her if she knows what's going on? For all we know the person coming in the window was somebody Rosa knows but we can't hang around all day waiting for sick Rosa to wake up so we can harass her." He knocked again, ever so slightly harder but the snoring continued. "I shouldn't do this; I shouldn't do this." He reached his hand through the small crack in the door and turned the light on, when the snoring still tenaciously kept on, he opened the door slowly.

"Jesus!" He jumped back at the sight of Rosa stood in the doorway, your heart raced but you soon saw red nosed Rosa standing in the hallway with tissues tucked into fleecy sleeves and a strong scent of menthol wafting through the air. Even more shocking, Rosa stood clad in soft, kitten adorned matching pyjamas and equally sot bunny slippers.

"What are you guys doing in my apartment?" She asked with a surprising lack of enthusiasm.

"Someone called in saying there was somebody climbing through your window." Rose walked back over and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Don't worry about that." She mysteriously replied but you thought it best to not meddle in her affairs. "It's fine I sorted it, you guys can go now."

"Nice get up." Jake taunted her, knowing that even when ill she could return the blows harder than he could but at least he stood more of a chance. "I didn't think fluffy pyjamas were really your style."

"What did you think I would sleep in?"

"I don't know, probably an ammo bandolier with a pistol strapped to your thigh."

"Yeah well, I'm sick so go back to work." Following her orders with a fear for your life you slowly closed the door behind you as you left her apartment.

"Dammit!" Jake scoffed as he stepped out onto the street. "I should have taken a picture, nobodies gonna believe this."

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Written by Aaron.

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