Leather Jacket [Rosa Diaz]

Sixty Eight

DEBBIE

It was the day after someone had stolen from the evidence lockup which caused the squad to spiral into a state of stress. Y/N, Rosa, and Holt where looking through some case files whilst Amy and Charles were watching over the security footage as the elevator doors bing open to reveal Debbie, she looked on edge as she strolled up to Jake's desk.

"Oh, hey, Jake. What's...what's the deal with the office today? It... it feels crazy." Debbie questioned, trying to keep her cool.

"Somebody stole twenty bricks of coke and some machine guns from the evidence." Jake briefed in the woman.

"What? This is the first I'm hearing of this." Debbie replied.

"Yeah. Well, you just got here, right?" Jake's brows furrow together in concern as he asked Debbie a simple question.

"Right. I need to find whoever did this and kill them!" Debbie wailed. "Till they're dead!" She added before wandering off to Rosa, Holt, and Y/N. "Bonkers morning, huh? So, any idea who did it?" She leant on the nearby desk awkwardly.

"No, but whoever it was had an intimate knowledge of our security systems," Holt explained. "It was obviously an inside job." He toyed with his glasses.

"I bet it was Brian!" Debbie declared out of the blue.

"Why do you say that?"

"Be...cause... he once said he had a hot tub and you know how that crowd is." Debbie chuckled.

"I didn't know Brian had a hot tub. That doesn't sound bad." Holt looked off into the distance as he nodded his approval of Brian's hot tub.

"Yeah."

"But we have to let the investigation run its course. Right now, everyone's a suspect."

"So, I'm a suspect?" Debbie asked the three.

"Yeah, everyone here is one." Y/N signaled around the room.

"Except for Hitchcock and Scully. Whoever took it took the stairs." Rosa piped up.

"What'll happen to the person, you know, if you find them?" Debbie brought up from the top of her brain.

"Well, they've committed several felonies. Probably looking thirty to life." Holt explained before handing paperwork to another uniformed officer.

"So, that person could miss... fifteen Olympics. Cool." Debbie's eyes widen in thought. "I have to go." She told the three before walking off to the bathroom.

~

"They know the drugs are missing. They don't suspect me because I'm playing it super cool." Debbie spoke into her phone to the other person on the line. "Now, when is the hand-off?" She questioned before waiting for a response. "Yes, I'm alone in the ladies' bathroom. No one can hear me."