Rosa Diaz fanfic

Johnny & Dora

"Okay, Nine-nine, say hello to Michael Augustine." Jake says flipping slides on a screen. "Brooklyn's most prolific identity thief. Last week, he walked into a government building and stole a computer containing over one-hundred-thousand social security numbers." He explains looking from the screen to the crew. "My C.I. says that tonight Augustine will be handing off the laptop to a buyer from China, A.K.A the land of dragons." He smiles. Make sure that phrase is not in your official report." Caption nods, arms crossed.

"Okay, sorry, The country of Dragons," Jake suggests. "I want you and Santiago to tail Augustine until he makes the drop, and arrest him and the buyer," Holt asks as Jake nods.
"Sound good, although I could probably just take Dean. I know Amy has a ton of work, so..." Jake fidgets pointing to girl beside Rosa. "Aw hell yeah! Me and Jake on a spy mission" Dean says excited but soon coughs to clear her throat. "Or...something" She said crossing her arms.

"I don't have a lot of work." Amy shakes her head. "Really, I could have sworn I overheard you telling Rosa, 'Girlfriend, please. I got hella open cases'." Jake imitates. "Ooh girl i got hella cases open too" Dean says imitating Rosa as she snaps her fingers and Jake and Dean share a laugh. Rosa places a hand on Dean's shoulder and Dean clears her throat. "Sorry." she mumbled.

That's something you think I said?" Amy points at herself. "Word for word. No digggity, no doubt." Jake nods as Amy tilts her head in confusion. "So can I take, Dean?" He asks once again. "That's enough. Peralta and Santiago will tail Augustine. Diaz, Rodriguez, and Boyle will join them in the surveillance van unless you have a problem with that." Captain commands as the crew nods. "Sound great. In the immortal words of Amy Santiago, 'Girlfriend please'"

~

Later, Jake, Amy, Charles, Dean, and Rosa all sit in a surveillance van waiting for the perp to show up outside a restaurant. "Why is he getting out here?" Amy points to a man getting out of his car. "I thought your C.I. said the drop was happening in the park." She asks.

"Maybe he's having dinner with his sidepiece first." Rosa suggests behind the wheel. "Augustine has the laptop with him. We should just arrest him right here." Amy suggests as the man grabs ahold of a young girl and walks her inside. "No, buyer's the bigger collar. We've gotta follow him in and wait for the handoff." Jake explained trying to locate the man again.

"Okay, if you're going in, I've heard this place has amazing bone marrow custard." Charles laughs. "Not that I've ever had a bad one." Charles smiles. "No. All right, let's go." Jake nudges Amy. "You guys look like cops." Dean stops them from getting out the car. "You're never gonna blend in with these Idiots." She says.

"Okay, there, how's that?" Amy nods taking out her hair tie and unbuttoning the top button from her shirt."Uh, I don't know?" Jake looks away. "All I see is clothes hanging off a genderless blob." He mutters.

~

"Who else is going?" Rosa asks the two about the party that she suspects is happening tonight for her birthday. "What party?" Dean asks innocently. "Don't play dumb Dean." Rosa sighs. "Actually Dean doesn't know about the party, because it isn't happening." Charles says grinning.

"Don't lie to me, or you will be eating your bone marrow custard through a straw," Rosa commands, hands on the wheel. "That's exactly how you're supposed to eat bone marrow--" Charles starts. "Charles!" Rosa punches him aggressively. "Ah!" Charles yells holding his shoulder in pain. "Alright, there's a party." He confesses trying not to be punched again. "Why wasn't I invited.." Dean asked.

"Sorry, Dean. All I can say is I know you and I know you'll have a good time." Charles suggests waving his arms. "If you knew me, you'd know I hate surprise parties, so clearly you don't know me at all." She shakes her head, clenching her fists over the wheel. "Wait what?" Dean questioned. "Exactly, What? I'm your friend." Charles frowned. "I was building up to call you 'Ro-ro' one of these days." He says. "That will never happen. In fact, you just lost 'Rosa' privileges. From now on you can call me 'Diaz' or 'Hey, you', Boyle." She forces. "Come on, Rosa." Charles sighs.