❝What! Why don't you trust me?❞
❝You want it alphabetized or by date?❞
❝I can't even look at you right now!❞
❝Jake, do you even trust yourself?❞
❝No, but that is not the point.❞
| In which the 99 get more than just a new Captain |
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The squad all stood together in the middle of the bullpen as they waited for Charles to join them. Amy was holding up a sign that said 'Welcome back Boyle!' while Hitchcock and Scully held balloons. It was Charles' first day back to work after getting shot in the butt.
"He's here. Boyle is here," Jake whispered as he rushed to wedge himself between Rosa and Natasha before Charles made it off the elevator.
"This is so fun!" Gina grinned, "I wish you guys got shot more often."
Before the squad had time to process what she'd said, Charles was driving his electric scooter into the bullpen.
"Buh-buh-buh-back in the nine nine," He sang cheerily as the squad clapped and cheered for his return.
"Welcome back, Detective," Raymond smiled as he clapped proudly for his detective.
"Wow, is this all for me?" Charles smiled when he saw all the decorations.
"Of course it is," Jake smiled before he paused, "What're you wearing, there, buddy?"
"Oh, none of my pants fit over my butt cast. Lucky for me my mom lent me her leg warmers," Charles explained. He was wearing an NYPD t-shirt that was mostly covered by bandages, grey shorts, and orange leg warmers.
"That is lucky," Jake bit his lip to keep from making any inappropriate comments he knew would have Natasha kicking him to the ground before he could even finish.
"Pretty sweet scooter," Natasha commented with a smile, changing the subject before Jake could make any jokes like she knew he wanted to.
"Yeah, I know. Check out these doughnuts. Woo-hoo!" Charles began to try and spin circles with his scooter but ended up knocking a bunch of files down.
"Oh, that went terribly. Can I help you with something?" Jake went to take a step closer to his best friend but Charles immediately shook his head and held up his hand.
"Nope, nope. Everything's under control. I picked up a couple reacher grabbers," He almost took out Jake's eye when he pulled them up into the air, "So I'm able to do everything that I used to do. So now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go make myself a morning cup of coffee like I do every day."
The squad watched as he drove towards the table with all their mugs and began to use the reacher grabbers to pick up a mug. He shattered it just as soon as he picked it up. And two more after that.
"Let me get that for you, Boyle," Rose offered as she walked over to him.
"No need. No need at all. That's sweet, Rosa. Here we go," He smiled before he turned back to the table and broke another mug.
