New obsession: Brooklyn 99. That show is amazing. AMAZING. In tribute of this amazjng show, I've written a little crossover fic: Thea meets the 99th precinct.

Detective Jake Perelta POV

I really wished that she wasn't so hot.

When the captain told us that there was a Detective from another precinct coming to help us with a mafia sting operation, I was pretty annoyed. Like, we're fine on our own! We've only been tracking the movements of this gang for like, 6 months, without any progress. It's all okay!

And then she walked in, 6 inch high boots and all, and my mind went blank. Boyle was mouthing we should be annoyed, but it was hard to be annoyed when the person we were supposed to be annoyed with was so damn attractive.

All the way from her dyed ombre-white curls to her probably non-regulation boots, she was stunning. Which I should not be saying, since I do have a girlfriend. She wore a loose dark green shirt under a black leather jacket, and skin tight leather pants that hugged her legs. Don't forget those sexy thigh-high buckled boots. Those were hard to miss.

Of course, our beloved Amy Santiago had to work her charm and greet her first. "Hello, Detective! We're very happy to meet you, and we hope we can help you as much as we can," Amy gushed, with Rosa rolling her eyes behind her. "I'm Amy Santiago, and this is-"

"I think your colleagues can introduce themselves, Amy, " the detective replied, giving her a warm but mocking smile. "It seems your captain has failed to tell you my name. My name is Detective Emma-Rose Carter, and I have been sent by my captain to assist you with your mafia problem."

"Wait, your name's Detective Carter? Like, Rush Hour?" I blurted out. Dammit Jake! Not smooth at all. Not smooth.

"Yes, because I'm a short black man that had to follow around a Hong Kong cop played by a horrible actor called Jackie Chan." She replied sarcastically, a small grin on her face. "I'm sorry, I don't think I caught a name. Jacob Perelta, isn't it? Amy Santiago's partner and romantic love interest, known for breaking the course record and for your infamous 23 arrests in a month."

I was caught stunned. How'd she know about Amy? I hadn't even told Boyle the full story about that yet! "I have my ways, Jake. And I have sources. I'm assuming that you are Rosa Diaz, who ran the squad that took down the giggly-pig drug operation; buff black man whose suit looks like it's about to burst, is Terence Jeffers; the short one is Charles Boyle; and the two men here... " She looked distastefully at Hitchcock and Scully. "Detectives Hitchcock and Scully."

"Detective Carter?" Finally, the captain decides to make his entrance. "I'm Captain Raymond Holt, captain of the 99th precinct. You may have heard some unflattering things about me, but I assure you-"

"I assure you, Captain Holt, I do not hold any prejudice against you because you're gay. My cousin's gay, and I'm happy that he came out. It's the 21st century, loosen up." Emma gave him a courteous smile. "Now, about the case."

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Emma had gone into the Captain's office to discuss something, and I looked around at everybody. "Okay guys, emergency squad huddle." I stage-whispered, "what do you think of Emma?"

"She's badass. Doesn't take any crap. I like her." Rosa said with a small smile and a nod. "I like her style."

"She's so much more mature than you guys it's painful. She is going to be an amazing temporary addition to our team." Amy added, looking at me directly in the eye. "But how did she know about me and..." She trailed off, obviously uncomfortable with her secret exposed.

"Because that girl is a psychic." Gina sauntered over from her desk. "Her spirit animal? Oh! So strong, and so many. She's a deer, an owl, a horse, and a majestic wolf all in one. My spirit wolf bows to its new Alpha." Gina's voice was airy and breathless, as usual, with her also usual flair.

"Who cares about her spirit animal?" Boyle scoffed. "She was so damn hot. Jake?"

"If I wasn't in a relationship and loved my girlfriend, I would say she was smoking. Smoking. And, she knows what she's doing. She's like a more likable and better looking Amy."

"What? You don't need to be hot to do stuff?" Amy complained.

"You don't need to be hot to do stuff. The title of Amy's new sex tape." I hollered triumphantly, and Amy just gave a little sigh. She was used to my little jokes now.

"However, the only person here who would probably want to see her sextape would be you, Jakey." Her silky smooth voice echoed, and I turned, startled. Emma was leaning against the doorway, looking amused, before she walked towards me, heels clicking.

Click.

Click.

Click.

"Tell me where you are at for this mafia case." She said, leaning on my desk. "Then we'll compare notes." She began to pick her nails with... a knife? I rubbed my eyes, just to make sure I was seeing clearly, but it was soon clear she was just picking her nails with her other nails.

"Well, we've managed to track down a couple of thugs and some slightly higher up dealers, but other than that, not much. Most of them refused to talk. The others killed themselves."

"Killed themselves. How so?" She asked, one finger pulling down her lower lip.

"They disappeared in their interrogation cells. Nothing was left except for a pile of yellow powder on their seats. Or, a slumped white corpse drained of blood. That's it. Poof. No more criminal." Boyle said, his hands gesturing.

"So monsters and vampires, that's what he uses." She muttered, and I looked at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"What?" I asked.

"What?" She echoed in a similar tone, a smirk gracing that amazing face oh my god I'm going off topic. Stop it Jake. Focus on the case.

"Nevermind. What do you know about them? That's basically all we know."

"I know. I just wanted to test how confident you guys would be about this. Evidently, you guys realized that you were basically nowhere so that means I can work with you. Is there somewhere I can..." She gestured wildly, making the action of sticking stuff on a wall. "Set up?"

Terry nodded. "Sure. Over here." We lead her to our normal morning report room, where our only leads on the mafia case were displayed. Which... Weren't much. She gave it a once over, and then sighed.

"Well, looks like I have my work cut out for me." She cracked her fingers and pulled out a folder full of pictures. "Well, it's time to educate you bunch."

And then, she sweeped everything off the whiteboard and held up a marker, waving it in our faces like a wand. How did she make that look sexy- oh my god I'm doing it again. She pressed the tip to the board, before writing down in scarily neat handwriting. 'The Night Gang'.

"This is the name of the gang, or mafia as you like to call it. There's a reason behind that name which is long and boring so I'll skip that. Leading this entire gang is TDJ, Thomas Drake Junior, mastermind and illusionist. His right hand man, or woman, in our case, is Alison Blake. She used to be a sweet young girl, but she met Tom and he ruined her. Now, she goes by Alice Blades, and has to knives for forearms after she managed to cut them off." She slapped on pictures of the two, looking like a happy teenager couple together, but with the woman with knife hands. Damn that was messed up.

"You call the crime boss Tom? What, are you two buddies?" Boyle laughed. "You know what buddies I'm talking about."

Her eyes narrowed. "I refer to him as Tom because once upon a time that boy was one of the best detectives I had known. We went undercover in the Night gang and he betrayed me to show that he was their ring leader, and then stabbed me in the gut." Her eyes were glowing dangerously now, glowering at Boyle. "Unfortunately for him, I survived the stabbing, so he blew up where I was holding my operations against him and I got thrown out of a building by an explosion. And he currently thinks I am in a coma paralyzed. I'd like to keep it that way, so that's why I asked to join the 99."

Woah. That was way more violent than I had expected. Apparently, my thoughts were echoed by the rest of the squad, who were staring on shock. She glanced at our gaping mouths, and gave a small laugh."If you think that tale is creepy violent, you don't want to hear about some of my others. One more thing. Both Tom and Alice are 17. Yeah, don't ask."

Seventeen? I'm guessing the daddy issues or mommy issues or whatever. All bad guys had those. You just had to be better than them to be the good guy. Like me! I'm amazingly good. I put away bad guys nearly every day.

"Anyways, here are the locations of most of his operations." She kept slapping on pictures, securing them with magnets, and then writing captions like 'drug main', 'weapons facilities' and 'creepy cult meetings'. "He lives in this mansion, and has parties with basically the entire illegal Downworld bunch. It's easy to get in, but Tom's smart. He'll see it coming and he'll kill you."

I gulped. Sounded like a nice guy. "Does this guy take prisoners?" I asked, my voice probably a lot higher.

"You don't want to be taken prisoner. You would rather die."

"How would you- oh. Oh my." Amy stammered. A wave of realization washed over us. This badass lady had been stabbed, captured, tortured, escaped, blown up and tossed out a building, yet she can still walk around in 6 inch boots.

I looked at the girl, who's grey eyes were unreadable again. "Anything else we need to know?" I asked softly.

"Have you heard of Nightingale?" She asked, her delicate fingers twisting a strand of hair, curling it up around her pointer finger.

"Who?" We all chorused in bewilderment. Even Amy was confused. That made me smile.

"Masked vigilante, runs around cleaning up crime when the cops don't do a good enough job. Which is all the time, you guys suck. She has wings and can actually fly. However, her secret identity is one Thea Carter.

"The girl who got kidnapped by her sister and assumed dead after being missing for... It's been two years, haven't it?" Amy noted.

"We had search parties. We got their profiles. It was all a dead end. How do you know?"

"Me and Nightingale have a... Mutual understanding. She gives me information and helps clean up the streets. I give her information to do the dirty work and a safe place." She sighed. "She's probably the reason you got half of those arrests. She leaves you little gifts in your back alley, doesn't she? How many of her victims have you claimed as your own?"

"What about the dust and the corpses?" Boyle reiterated. "Who kills them? Your vigilante friend?"

"No. Tom sends out Rayn to do assassinations. Rayn is Alice's sister, and also one of the commanders. The entire gang is split into two. The Vampires and the Monsters. The vampires deal with the weaponry. The monsters deal with drugs. If a monster gets captured, they get vaporized into said yellow dust. If a vamp gets captured, they'll get their throats slit and blood drained."

"Could we watch the peeps? So when Rayn-whatever comes, we can catch her." Terry suggested.

"Rayn will kill you without a second thought. If you're lucky, she'll rip out your throat with her sharpened teeth. If not, she'll shove her claw gloves through your chest. You guys are pitiful against her."

"Then how do we stop them?" I asked, "you're giving us so many problems, what are we going to do to fix them?"

"You have a task force. I only had like my own squad backing me up. Most of them are now dead, hiding, or in a hospital bed holding on to their lives."

"Who was on your squad? Just so we could, I dunno, sympathize a bit."

"Well." She drummed her fingers on the table. "There was Leah. Beauty queen, never looked the same, a badass with messed up parent issues and basically lived in Hollywood her entire life. Max was a tech genius, graduated first in his class and could hack into anything you wanted him to. Tom was the best tactician I had ever met, and one of the best fighters, but of course, he ended up being a crime lord. Then there's Dom, rides up in a motorcycle, little words to anyone he doesn't know, but a sweetheart to those that do; he's probably a male version of Rosa. And last of all there was Tori. The most positive one in the group. And you had me, the smart one, and the one who actually got things done."

"So in other words, Rosa can be your Dom, Terry can be your Leah, Amy can be your Max, and I'll be your Tori." I said triumphantly.

She gave me pained look. "Leah has had her heart broken, Max is in hiding, Dom is just out of the hospital, and Tori is dead." She stated.

Oh. Whoops. I just compared myself to a dead girl.

Perfectly fine with that.

"Rosa, do you think I could go over some tactical plans with you?" She said, pulling out some plans. "The rest of you, I'm sure you have some other cases other than this gang."

We automatically filed out, and I hurried back to my computer, opening up the police database. I searched up the name Emma-Rose Carter into the database.

Nothing.

I searched Detective Carter.

All the results were male.

Emma-Rose.

No results.

Emma.

No results.

What the hell?

I then searched up Thomas Drake Jr. The only record of him was that he was framed for the death of his father for a while, before he was proven guilty. Okay, so he exists. Who else?

Tap tap tap.

Alison Blake, also known as Alice Blades. Three priors, suspect in the murder of Thomas Drake Senior. Last known as missing. So the bad guys made sense, but the good guys didn't. That only meant one thing. We were betrayed like John McClane in It's a Good Day to Die Hard.

Amy leaned over from her desk. "Jake. I just looked around in the police record. There is no mention of-"

"Of Emma-Rose and any of her friends yes I just did that what do you think that means?" I whispered back.

"Maybe she's a spy." Boyle wheeled over. "Damn, she's such a hot spy though."

"Boyle, focus!" I hissed.

"Sorry! You know how I sometimes go full Boyle." He stammered.

"Not full Boyle for a girl you aren't even dating!" I sighed. He was a little crazy sometimes.

"But what are we going to do? Should we tell Holt?" Amy began to rant, "no, Holt won't believe us. He already likes Emma-Rose, even if that is her name. When does he actually like someone? He doesn't even like me!"

"I think we should tell him. He always values our opinions. He's a reasonable guy... With not much visible emotions." I made a face at that. "I vote tell Holt."

"Tell Holt?" Amy looked expectedly at Boyle.

"Tell Holt." Confirmed Boyle.

We stood up together and marched towards his office. Captain Holt didn't look surprised when we all walked in (we walked in to complain about things quite a lot), and simply turned around in his chair.

"I am turning my chair." He said, unamused.

"And your chair turn is very impressive, Captain. But this is serious. We think that Detective Emma-Rose Carter is a spy for the Night gang."

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" A voice drawled behind us, and we all pivoted, only to be met with Emma-Rose herself, lying comfortably on the sofa in Captain Holt's office.

"Would you like an explanation for Detective Carter's appearance?"

Amy gulped, and I giggled a bit at that. She looked cute when she did that. Oh my god what did I just think. Get out weird thoughts, get out...

"Yes sir, please."

"As you all must have realized, Ms Carter is not actually a police detective. Instead she is with the FBI and has been sent into our protective custody." The captain accentuated his words.

"Um, actually?" Emma said meekly from the couch. "That's not why I'm here."