Brooklyn | Rosa x Y/N Oneshots

Wounded

It was a pretty average day in the precinct, a busy bullpen, noisy people in the holding cell, Jake finding something that would annoy Holt. 

The holding cell was particularly busy today, I had brought in a couple of guys I caught dealing drugs, and Amy had busted a bunch of money launderers. Least to say the men in the cell were not happy to be here, and weren't shy about telling everyone. 

I figured I wouldn't have too much on my plate as I only bought in a couple of people this morning, but of course that wasn't the case. Jake and Charles had bought in about 4 guys on top of mine and Amy's, and of course they got called back to the crime scene and I'm the idiot that got stuck with processing. I wouldn't have minded, but nobody was cooperating. Including Rosa.

'Rosa, can you help me out please?' I pleaded, looking up from my mountain of paperwork. 

'Your arrests, your problem.' She grumbled, not even looking up from her desk across from me. I rolled my eyes, not for the first time today. 

'So helpful.' I muttered, before standing up and walking over to Amy's desk.

'Hey, Y/N.' Amy smiled, even though she was clearly stressed a little, but she was so organized it wouldn't throw her off for long. 

'I need your help.' I asked, pouting slightly and folding my arms. 'I'm trying so hard to keep all these idiots in check and process them all at the same time.' I explained.

'Can't Rosa help?' Amy asked, putting down her pen.

'Rosa? Help? Ha. You wish.' I laughed sarcastically. 'And I already asked her.' I quickly followed.

'Not surprised, but sure, I'll help.' Amy smiled, standing up.

'Oh God thank you, you're a lifesaver Ames.' I thanked, relaxing and unfolding my arms. We head over to the holding cell and Amy helps me process the guys. Most of them are let go after they pay their bail, and the cell clears up quite quickly. 

We were left with only 3 people, which happened to be the most disgruntled of the bunch. 

'Hey! When are we getting out of here?' A taller guy demanded, wrapping his hands around the bars.

'Soon, just relax.' I soothed. I was starting to get a headache after all this paperwork. 

'Don't tell me to relax!' He yelled, hitting the bars, the sound ringing through the room. 

'Cut it out or you can stay in there!' I yelled back, walking to the holding cell to get another perp to process.

'I'm warning you, you don't know who you're messing with.' He seethed, his face getting red. 

'Oooh, I'm simply quivering in my boots.' I snapped back in a monotone voice. I pulled out my keys to open the cell, and I figured that the angry guy wouldn't actually try anything, if he wanted out of here, he wouldn't risk spending more time in here by jumping me. 

I unlocked the door, and I saw him eye me up and down. I called for the shorter looking guy sat at the back, and just as he started to get up and walk over, the angry guy pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing what looked like a shattered piece of glass or mirror.

'Woah! Drop it!' I yelled, grabbing the attention of all the other detectives. Amy and Rosa rushed over, guns drawn, leading the guy's attention over to them. 

I made a quick decision to try to disarm him, key word, try. 

I dashed and snatched the glass from his hands, knocking him down before he knew what happened, and Amy rushed over, cuffing him. 

He eventually calmed down, and Amy was having him transferred to another precinct whilst Terry was informing Captain Holt about the situation, and in all the chaos, I had forgotten about the glass in my hand. 

I walked over to the bin to dispose of it, before noticing my hand was gashed. Nothing a band aid couldn't fix, it was just one of those cuts that bled a lot. Dammit, I really liked this shirt. 

I walked over to my desk, noticing the few spots of blood on my shirt, and grabbing some tissues to stop the bleeding. 

'Y/N, what happened?' I hear a voice ask, and it wasn't Amy.

'Oh, now you're interested?' I scoffed sarcastically, holding the tissue against my hand. I shook my head, and watched Rosa look around quickly, before grabbing my arm and dragging me into the break room. 

'What is your deal?' I asked, furrowing my brows.

'Shutup.' She demanded, walking over to the cupboard, pulling out some bandaids. 

'Woah, I love it when you tell me what to do.' I smirked, my eyes following her walking back over to me.

'Stop it, otherwise you can sleep on the couch tonight.' She threatened, and I couldn't help but be taken aback.

'Me? What about you Miss unhelpful? If you would've just come and scared them this would never have happened...' I teased, and I watched Rosa look up from my hand.

'Don't.' She asked, her voice a little sad. 'I feel bad about it already.' She admitted shyly and my heart skipped a beat. She continued wiping my hand with care, and placing on the band aid. 

'Don't be, I was just kidding. I know you keep up the act so no one catches on, it's okay.' I reassured, smiling at her, bringing my hand up to her cheek and running my thumb over it. 

Her lips pulled into a smile, her hands going down to my waist and pulling me in for a soft kiss. 

'Thanks for patching me up.' I smiled as we pulled away. 

'Well, I had to help my girl, she was wounded after all.' She played along, placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, and I felt my cheeks radiate heat. 

'Y'know, I really like it when you're all caring and sweet.' I admitted, looking into her eyes.

'Only for you, when you deserve it.' She teased, and I raised my eyebrow.

'Oh, so I have to get attacked by a thug for you to give me a kiss?' I asked incredulously.

'Isn't that what we agreed on?' Rosa asked, looking in confusion, making me laugh.

'Shut up.' I giggled, trying to push her away, only for her to pull me right back in. 'I love you.' 

'I love you too.'