𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻

"I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE YOUR mom's getting married," Rosa says in disbelief. With a hot cup of coffee in her hands, she looks between Kat and Gina who share the exact same expression.

It had been a week and a half ago that Charles had approached Gina and Kat to get them to give Lynn Boyle their blessing to marry Darlene Linetti. From the very beginning, the sisters had held hesitation for the relationship. They had seen their mother be hurt time and time again, and in their opinion, everything was moving incredibly quickly.

But after a great deal of convincing from Charles, they had agreed to talk to Lynn. In Amy's opinion, the entire interaction was very violent. In Charles's opinion, everything ended just the way they wanted it to.

They had reserved one of the interrogation rooms for the half hour, just to make their point extra clear to Lynn Boyle. This wasn't going to be a conversation; it would be an interrogation. "Hello, Lynn," Gina announces.

He sets his cup of water down and smiles at the women as they take their seats opposite him. "Hi, Katherine. Hi, Regina!"

Kat's eyes narrow and she smacks his cup of water to the side. Lynn jumps. "Don't play games with us, boy," she snaps.

Amy grimaces as she glances to Charles, both of them watching from observation. "This is a bad idea," she voices.

"No, it's okay," Charles replies confidently. "Dad's got this. He's a real sweet talker."

Gina crosses her arms and leans forward to him slightly. "Let's cut the crap," she says. Lynn nods in agreement. "What are your intentions with our mother?"

"To make love to her every morning until we die."

Kat slams her hands on the table. "Wrong answer, Lynn," she yells. Amy's eyes widen further. "This is just physical to you?"

He scoffs. "What are you nuts? I'm a divorced retired florist with a terrible gluten allergy." Gina's eyes narrow. "Your mom is a beautiful, brilliant travel agent. She talks to people on the phone who've seen the whole world. I'll never meet anyone half as good as her. She's the best thing that ever happened to me."

Kat and Gina share a look. "You mean other than Charles?" Gina asks sceptically.

Lynn hesitates. "No," he finally says. "She's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"That's okay, Pop," Charles whispers with a nod. "You did what you had to do."

"I love her," Lynn continues seriously. "All I want is to make her happy forever."

Kat leans back in her chair, her brows drawn together in thought. "Yeah, that's good enough for me," she admits. Charles breaks into a wide grin.

Gina nods in agreement. "We give you our blessing," she tells him. "But if you hurt our mom in any way, so help me God, I will cut off your son's testicles. Snip, snip, snip."

"We will make your life a living hell," Kat threatens darkly. "You'll regret ever meeting her. You'll regret being born."

"And she's not playing," Gina says. "Neither of us are playing."

"Deal," Lynn declares. He shakes hands with them, and the sisters smile at how ecstatic he is.

Kat smiles as Rosa hands her a cup of coffee. "This wedding will be simultaneously the best and worst day of my life," she says. Gina dips her head in agreement. When she notices Rosa's confused look, Katherine sighs. "The best because our mom will be forever happy. The worst because we'll be welcomed into the Boyle family with arms that will be too wide."

"True dat," Gina mutters. Rosa chuckles.

As the trio walk out the break room, they spot Jake crossing the bullpen with a cardboard box in hand. Charles has skipped over curiously and he gasps when he gets a look inside. "A candle, perfume. Bra." His lips curl into a smirk. "Someone's dropping off a care-package for mom."

"Ew," Jake protests with a grimace. "No. It's the stuff that Sophia left at my apartment."

Charles sighs. "Oh, bud. Oh, bud." Jake inhales a deep breath. "Breakups are the worst."

"Amen to that," Kat agrees. "I wish to never go through one again."

Gina raises her brows at the statement. She turns to her sister with a pointed look. "So you think Daisy's the one?" she presses. When Rosa isn't looking, she nods her head over to the woman.

Kat scowls. "I didn't say that," she retorts. "I just said I never want to go through one again." Gina hums and returns to her desk, her eyes glued back to her phone.

"Man, I just want to walk up to Sophia, slap her right in the face and say, 'Girl, you messed up,'" Charles says, immediately jumping to his best friend's defence.

"You need to destroy that stuff," Terry points out. He then offers something that Kat entirely approves of. "You want me to crush that big box into a little ball with my bare hands?"

"No," Jake denies. "I'm gonna text Sophie and give her her stuff back. That way I'll get to see her again and hopefully smell the air around her hair. That'll make me feel better."

"No," Kat argues firmly. "Absolutely not." Charles and Terry both nod. "The worst thing you can do is to go see her, okay? You need to move through the pain, not reopen it all and make it worse."

"You need catharsis," Terry says.

Charles's eyes widen. "Sarge is right," he proclaims. "You need to cathart."

"Cathart your brains out."

"Cathart all over the place!"

Kat tilts her head at their choice of wording. "That is a great point, guys," Jake smiles weakly. "Thank you. You know who'd appreciate that a lot is Sophia, I'm gonna text her."

As he begins typing out a message, Terry, Katherine, and Charles share a meaningful look. "I'm gonna take that phone now, Jake," Jeffords tells him.

Jake scoffs in amusement. "I'd like to see you try." Terry swiftly plucks the phone out of his hands. "Well, you did that very easily. Look, I understand that you're trying to help, but I promise you, the best thing for me right now is to text Sophia. Give me my phone?"

His friends all shrug in defeat. Terry hands the phone back over.

"Thank you," Jake says. "And... send." Not even a second later, he looks back to the screen anxiously. "Why hasn't she written back yet? Ugh, this feels terrible."

"Cue the blaming," Kat mutters to herself.

"You three could have stopped this, but you didn't, you monsters."

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The emergency meeting that had just been called has brought the squad into the briefing room. However, because neither Kat nor Terry are there yet, none of them know what it's for. Charles takes the chair beside Jake. "Hey, any idea what this emergency meeting is about?" he asks curiously.

Jake looks up from his phone for a brief moment. "Probably about how all the cell towers in the city are broken, and that's why Sophia hasn't texted me back." He heaves a sigh. "I keep checking my phone every three seconds, like a loser."

"Tread lightly, son," Gina calls out warningly, not once looking up from her phone.

Charles turns to him with a serious expression. "Jacob, have you done any of the catharting exercises I gave you?"

"Well, I don't own a bathtub, so the first two pages are out," Jake explains. Charles sighs. "And it's the middle of winter, so where would I dance in a fountain?"

"Indoor malls, Jake. Indoor malls."

The sergeants finally walk into the room, each holding a clipboard that contains information regarding the emergency meeting. "All right, squad," Terry calls out. Rosa and Amy quickly take their seats. "Listen up."

"Every year, the Department of Homeland Security runs a multi-agency counter-terrorism drill," Katherine informs them. She notices how Rosa's eyes light up with hope. "The team from the DOD had to drop out at the last minute. You can thank our record-breaking course time from last year's tactical village, because-"

"Nine-Nine!" Amy interrupts with a grin.

"Nine-Nine," Kat cheers. Even though no one else had joined in, a soft smile adorns Amy's face as she looks to her best friend. "Anyways," she continues excitedly. "They want us to fill in."

The squad are closely paying attention to what's being spoken, all of them thrilled that they're going to be participating in something like this. "We are the only non-federal agency ever invited to this event," Terry continues. "This a huge opportunity and we are going to nail it! Nine-Nine!"

"Yeah!"

Amy throws a hand up in confusion.

"Charles?" Jake calls to his best friend. "You know what I'm thinking?"

"Yes, we should pack grapes for the road," Boyle nods. Kat shrugs in agreement; she wouldn't mind some grapes.

"No," Jake dismisses with a wave of his hand. "This drill couldn't have come at a better time. I'm gonna throw myself into it and focus solely on getting a win, and not whether or not Sophia's texted me back." He glances down to his phone. "Which she hasn't in case anyone was wondering. Nine-Nine!"

"Nine-Nine," they all cheer.

Amy frowns. "I don't get it."

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The bank being used to house the counter-terrorism drill might be the coolest thing Kat has ever walked into. All around them is a sea of blue, various colourings and titles on the jackets for the respective agencies involved. She knows she's meant to be in charge, but she and Terry had had a conversation before they left the Nine-Nine. The goal was to enjoy this as much as they could, but to also try and make sure they could get invited next year.

"This is awesome," Rosa whispers in awe. She glances to Kat with wide eyes, who smiles at her sheer excitement. "Seriously, this is awesome."

"Agreed," she nods. "I wish we had more opportunities like this; it's literally what my dreams are made of."

Rosa arches a brow at her as they take their seats. "How violent are your dreams?" She and Amy are in the row behind Kat, with both sergeants at the front.

"Very," Kat answers in a deadpanned voice. Amy chuckles. It's then does she pay attention to the conversation Jake and Charles are having with two men from Homeland, and from the few words she's managed to hear, she's wondering if bringing Peralta along had been the right decision.

"So when exactly did you decide you wanted to be a butt?" Jake retorts to the bearded man. "Was it college?"

"Law school," he corrects with a smirk. "Just wanted to let you know that I went to law school."

Kat watches the agent with narrowed eyes. "Well, he's a dick," she concludes quietly. Terry nods in agreement.

But Jake is still determined to get the last word. "At Butt University?" he calls out. Charles grins.

As Jake and Charles wander over to take their seats, Terry looks at him with disapproval. "What are you doing?" he asks the detective.

Jake glances between his bosses, unable to understand why they look relatively pissed off with him. "I'm standing up for us," he defends himself. "Don't worry about it, that guy doesn't matter."

"All right. Everybody, take their seats." The two Homeland officers from seconds earlier are stood at the front of the room. "My name is Agent Kendrick, Homeland Security, and I am in charge here."

Jake's eyes widen in alarm. "Sarges, I was wrong," he whispers to them. "He totally matters."

"This year's scenario: Terrorists have stormed the Capital Trust bank building and they have taken hostages."

Kat's jaw falls slack. "Oh, my God," she mutters to Jake. "This is the closest we'll ever get to re-enacting Die Hard." Of course, Terry had heard, but she's so excited that she misses his warning look. 

"Noice," Peralta grins. He and Charles blindly high-five.

"Oh, cool trick," Kendrick remarks. "I don't have a ton of free time to practise high-fiving." He and his partner high-five.

"You just made fun of us for that," Jake says.

"For practising," Kendrick corrects. "That's the first time we ever tried it. Here are your assignments. ATF, you will be our terrorists. Homeland Security, you are Command Control. Marshals, Strike Team Alpha. And NYPD?"

The squad lean forward eagerly as Kendrick makes a dramatic show of looking down to his clipboard. Jake crosses his fingers with hope. "Helicopter snipers, helicopter snipers..."

"Says here you will be out hostages."

"What the hell?" Katherine exclaims heatedly. Kendrick raises his brows at her. "I mean, this is an amazing opportunity, I'm thrilled to be a hostage." Rosa snickers.

Jake shakes his head in disbelief. "So you just want us to lie on the ground and do nothing, like a bunch of losers?"

Kendrick nods. "Yes, precisely," he confirms. Jake and Kat share a look as they slump back in their chairs. So much for their re-enactment.

"Jackpot," Hitchcock exclaims happily. He and Scully high-five each other.

"Damn it," Kat huffs in disappointment.

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With 'hostage' written on the tape stuck to each of their vests, the Nine-Nine are divided up into two groups as they're taken into the dedicated hostage rooms. Amy, Rosa, Hitchcock, and Scully are in one, and Terry, Kat, Charles, and Jake are in the other. It's safe to say that they're all annoyed that they're not playing a more active part in the drill, but Terry had continued to maintain his perspective that it's an honour to even be here in the first place. As Kat is getting her wrists duct taped to the chair that she's in, she's beginning to disagree with him more and more.

Jake glances up to the 'terrorist' taping his arms. "Can you leave me some wiggle room so I can check my phone periodically?" he asks hopefully. They're all wearing safety goggles just in case the odd chance of being shot by a paintball presents itself.

The ATF agent looks to him in amusement at the request. "Why? Waiting for your mom to text?"

"Yeah, he is actually," Kat replies sadly. "She's been in a coma for the last month and the doctors told us that she could be waking up at any moment."

Tears spring to Jake's eyes and he sniffles. "Yeah, it's been horrible on us all." Terry rolls his eyes in exasperation at their theatrics. The ATF officers share a baffled look with each other. Kat and Charles grin. "Nah, I'm actually waiting for the girl who broke up with me to text," he clarifies.

"That's way worse."

Kat purses her lips. "Is it, though?"

As the officers walk out the room and shut the doors behind them, Jake groans in frustration. "This sucks," he declares. "I just got dumped by a mega-fox and no one's letting me shoot a big gun about it."

"Sophia is hot," she agrees. She spots the looks Charles and Terry are giving her. "I can't believe they aren't letting you release your anger!"

Jake glances down to the tape securing his arms down. "All right, you know what? Screw this." Kat immediately grins. "I'm not gonna just sit here like a loser. Kat, free me, then I'll free Boyle. We're fighting back."

"No," Terry interrupts them quickly. He shakes his head at the blonde. "Come on, Linetti, we had a deal! We are behaving so we can be invited again next year."

"Sarge," Jake begins. "With all due respect, I am going to completely ignore everything you just said."

"Me too," Katherine agrees. Terry sighs. "Oh, come on! When life gives you lemons, you either squeeze them in peoples' eyes or make the lemonade!"

Jake nods in approval at her twist on the saying. "Okay, Sarge, we can use our mouths-" Before he can even finish his suggestion, Kat has ripped her arms out of the tape. His jaw drops. "W-H- How did you do that?"

Her eyebrows furrow at the question. "Are you saying that you've never been taught how to escape duct tape?" she asks in confusion. "You just bring your arms up to your chest really quickly, it's super easy."

Charles nods reassuringly to Jake. "Go on, Jakey, you can do it!"

With gritted teeth, Jake follows Katherine's instructions. Much to Terry's amusement, he fails. "What the hell?" he hisses in annoyance. "How do you do this?"

Kat clicks her tongue as she shakes her head. "Amateur," she says. She quickly frees both Jake and Charles, but when they turn to Terry he adamantly states that he won't be participating in their rebellion.

"I don't care how much of a jerk Kendrick is," the sergeant argues. "I'm staying tied up. And Linetti, I am very disappointed in you." She winces. "I want it to be clear I had no part in this."

"No offence, but you are a huge waste of muscles," Jake points out. "Okay, Sarge, Boyle, there's two guards outside this door. We need their guns." A gasp suddenly leaves Kat's lips. Jake's head snaps over to her – he knows exactly what she's thinking of. "No," he denies quickly. "No way."

"Come on," she protests.

"I am not doing Get Help!" Jake whisper-yells.

Kat scoffs. "You love it!"

"I hate it!"

"But it's great, it works every single time."

"It's humiliating!"

"So?" she retorts. Jake's eyes widen comically. "Plus, do you have a better plan?"

"... Not currently."

"I do," Charles pipes up. Upon noticing how vehement Jake is against Kat's plan, he had quickly reminded himself of one of his own distractions. "I'm going with The Charles." His friends share a look then shrug in agreement. Whilst Jake and Kat position themselves on either side of the doors, Charles returns to his chair. "Help," he yells. "I need help, I'm sick!"

"Is this part of the drill?" one of the agents calls out in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"I have Seasonal Affective Disorder."

Jake glances over to Charles with confusion. "What?" he whispers.

Kat rolls her eyes. "SAD is a very serious condition that affects millions of Americans every single day," she tells him. "Come on, Jake, pay attention to the news." He scoffs that she had even said those words to him. 

But the distraction has worked perfectly. One of the ATF agents enters and his eyes widen at the two empty chairs. "What the hell?" he questions as he unholsters his gun.

He's quickly disarmed by Katherine who aims the weapon at his head. "Yeah, that's right, we're fighting back," she announces. Oh, how she so desperately wants to shoot him in the head.

"Yeah, you terrorist crap sack," Jake adds passionately.

"Also, thank you for including us in this even," Terry says.

Kat's eyes narrow as she jerks her head back to the open doors. "Call your partner in," she orders. "Now."

With a sigh of defeat, he listens. "I need help!" As soon as the agent is in sight, a green paintball splatters over his vest. Kat spins around and shoots the remaining terrorist. "Ow!"

Jake rolls his eyes. "Shh, dead people don't talk. You know why? 'Cause they're dead!" Kat looks at him in amusement. "See you later, losers!"

As the trio run out with their weapons and radios, Terry tries his best to be apologise for whatever his colleagues are about to do. "Again, opportunity of a lifetime," he smiles. "Just a real positive experience."

Of course, getting to the rest of the squad wasn't going to be easy. The room the second half of the group are in happens to be on the other side of the bank, meaning Kat, Charles, and Jake would have to take out a decent number of terrorists.

With their backs up against the door, Jake glances between his two friends. "Okay, we need to distract them," he says. "Do you have anything I can throw?"

"I mean, we could roll Charles like a bowling ball and take them all down," Katherine suggests seriously. Surprisingly, the detective in mention doesn't seem to be against it.

"Huh," Jake says simply.

Charles's eyes widen in realisation. "I have a dog tag," he tells them, bringing out the chain from underneath his shirt.

Jake grins. "Oh, that is bad ass, Boyle!"

But as Charles hands Kat the chain, she hums. "No, it's actually a tag for a dog," she corrects.

"Yep, Molly," Charles tells them with a smile. "She was my poodle growing up. You never forget your first."

"Your first what?" Jake questions.

"Dog."

"That is never what people mean by that!"

"Boys," Kat interrupts. They both look over to her. "Can we focus?"

They fall quiet as they watch her lean closer to the open door, then throw the dog tag over to the ATF agents. While they're distracted by the item, Kat, Charles, and Jake rush over and shoot all three of them in the chest with paintballs before they can register what's happening.

"When you get to hell, say hi to Molly," Jake says.

"What?" Charles retorts incredulously. "Why is Molly in hell?"

He shrugs. "'Cause it sounds cooler than heaven."

"Gentlemen!" Once again, they return their attention onto the task at hand, finding Kat has already dragged the ATF agents onto the ground and begun zip tying their wrists.

The trio take out another two terrorists on their way before they finally reach the holding room. With knowing smiles, Jake and Charles step aside to let Katherine take care of their entrance. They know she loves kicking down a door.

As the door bursts open, Hitchock and Scully yelp in alarm. Rosa, who hasn't so much as flinched at the commotion, glances over her shoulder and spots her friends. "What's up?" she asks them calmly.

"Is it lunch time?" Scully questions with hope.

Charles heads over to free Amy, Kat to Rosa, and Jake to Hitchcock and Scully. "Is the drill over?" Amy frowns in confusion.

Kat carefully takes the tape of Rosa's wrists, cautious not to rip it off her skin too fast. "It would be hilarious if that was true," she admits. "But no, we're freeing you."

"Jake, can you hear me?" Scully speaks louder. "Is it lunch time?"

"No, it's not lunch time," he replies exasperatedly.  "It's ten-thirty in the morning."

"No wonder I'm starving..."

Kat offers Rosa a hand to help her up off the chair, and Rosa clears her throat as their fingers brush.

"Look, we came here to win and they're not even giving us a chance," Jake explains. He plants his hands on his hips as he confidently says, "I think it's fair to say that no one in the history of America has been discriminated against more."

Rosa immediately shakes her head in disapproval of his statement. "Buddy."

"Come on, Peralta," Katherine scolds.

"Yeah, that might be the adrenaline talking," he confesses with a grimace. "So, you guys in?"

Amy sighs. "I don't know," she says hesitantly. "I don't want to get in trouble."

"Oh, wow," Jake remarks. "You sound like a real Terry. Why don't you just take your shirt off and make your pecs bounce around? Again, the adrenaline. Don't sue me."

"No one's getting in trouble," Kat tells them reassuringly. "If this all goes wrong, the blame is on Jake." He scoffs in disbelief. "Dude, it was your idea! I can play it as you manipulated me into doing so if you really want." Rosa grins.

He huffs a sigh. "Whatever," he mutters. He gestures a hand between Rosa and Amy. "Look, you two are still arguing about who gets Saturday off, right?" Jake takes out two paintball guns. "Highest body count wins."

"Done," Rosa agrees.

Amy takes a firearm and turns to Rosa with a smirk. "I'm gonna vape you like my e-cig," she taunts.

"Okay, you basically just lost," she retorts.

"Nine-Nine, we are hostages no longer," Jake declares. He grins as he tears off the tape on his vest, and the rest of the group follow suit. But whilst everyone else has ripped off the entire 'hostage' sticker, Jake has only gotten 'tage.' Kat snickers. "You know, I really meant to rip off the whole thing, but I say we go with it! Come with me, hos!"

They rush out the room and divide into two teams as they canvas the hallways for terrorists. With narrowed eyes, Kat leaps up the marble staircase and shoots a paintball at the ATF agent that spins around. She grins as it lands right on his head.

"Go, Sarge," Rosa smiles as they fist bump.

"It's not like I'm keeping score or anything, but I believe it's already two-zero-zero, Linetti," Katherine points out. Rosa's smile immediately disappears. "Yeah, that's right."

"You're not even competing-" Amy cuts herself off as she shoots a terrorist. Her lips curl into a smirk. "Updated score, two-one-zero. Come on, Diaz, get in the game."

"Fuck off," Rosa mutters irritably.

Amy and Kat share an amused look as the woman jogs off.

In the next minute, Rosa shoots two agents while Kat gets another. With an orange splatter of paint on the terrorist's vest, a triumphant smile flashes over Rosa's face for a split-second. "Two-one, Diaz," she voices. "You're not in this, Sarge, so shut up."

Katherine raises a brow. "Did you just tell me to shut up?" she repeats slowly. "I'll remind you that I am your boss."

Rosa takes a step closer to her, her head raised high as she refuses to back down. "Don't care," she responds. Amy's eyes flick between them both like she's watching a tennis match.

The two women stop before each other with only a few inches of space between them. "This is direct insubordination," Kat says.

Rosa crosses her arms. "I don't care," she repeats, emphasising each word pointedly. "Shut up."

"How dare you, Detective Diaz?" Kat's voice has raised so loudly that all the incapacitated ATF agents have turned to watch. "I am your superior officer!" Even from all the way on the other side of the open space, Charles and Jake flinch at her booming yell.

"Okay, okay," Amy says quickly. She places herself in between the two who don't take their eyes off each other. "Let's just shoot some people, yeah?"

They finally look over to her. "Fine," Rosa snaps. She and Kat storm off in different directions and Amy heaves a sigh.

As Kat makes her way over to Jake and Charles, three terrorists jump out at her. Without so much as blinking, she unholsters her second paintball gun and shoots them all in a fluid motion. "Damn, Sarge," Boyle exclaims. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," Kat says calmly. Jake's nose scrunches up. "Why's your face doing that?"

He scoffs. "Why's your face doing that?"

"On another note," Charles beams brightly. "I shot a guy in the face. He is so mad at me!"

Any trace of anger has vanished as Kat gasps. "I shot a guy in the face, too," she says excitedly.

"Nice," Jake chuckles at them. "All right, this hallway is clear. I think we killed them all. It's a regular paint bath."

"Like a bubble bath," Charles nods.

"No, like blood bath," Kat corrects with a shake of her head. Jake points to her with a smile. "Okay, we meet in the basement. Here we go!"

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"Okay, me and Boyle took down six," Jake lists. "Rosa and Amy got fourteen, and Sarge got eight." He glances down to the pair of detectives on the ground. "Hitchcock and Scully?"

They look up from their game of cards. "Were killed immediately," Scully answers. No one is surprised.

"Yeah, we're dead," Hitchcock adds. A bright blue splatter of paint is on his forehead.

Kat's brows furrow. "Where did you get the cards from? Doesn't matter. We also disarmed and captured all these guys," she waves a hand to the giant group of ATF agents, "so is that all the terrorists?"

"Not quite." Charles, Kat, Amy, and Rosa immediately raise their guns when one final terrorist grabs Jake. "Drop your weapons, everybody," he orders. "Drop 'em right now. It's over. You lost. Drop them now or-"

He's cut off by the sound of paintballs hitting him in the back. Terry moves out of the shadows with a glare. "You're dead, crap sack," he announces as he lowers his gun.

Jake breaks into a grin. "All right, Sarge!" he exclaims. "You decided to be cool."

"I'm always cool," he argues. "I also couldn't spend another second listening to those ATF wads bitch and moan. And I didn't like the stuff they were saying about us. Look, I'm proud to be a cop! This drill is over. Let's get the hell outta here. Drinks on me!"

"Nine-Nine," Amy cheers.

"Yeah!"

Her eyes widen in surprise. "Oh, my God, it worked," she whispers proudly.

But as they all start to head out of the basement, Charles glances back to see Jake on his phone for the first time since they had arrived. "Uh, whoa, whoa, whoa," he calls out. "Um, we're not quite finished yet. I know I, for one, am not done kicking bootay." Kat smiles softly as she realises what he's doing.

"Dude, there's no more terrorists," Jake points out with furrowed brows.

"But there is more catharting to do," Kat says.

Charles nods vigorously. "We can make everyone regret ever taping us to chairs in the first place." He glances to Jeffords. "Sarge?"

"It seems unnecessary to piss everyone off," Terry says reluctantly.

"I heard one of the Marshals call you Jiggly Jeffords."

"What?" Terry yells. He releases the magazine of his paintball gun. "Give me another clip."

"Now we're talking," Charles says with a smirk. He turns to Amy and Rosa. "You two are tied, right?" They both nod. "Settle that score. Sarge?"

Kat shrugs. "You don't need to give me a reason to shoot someone, Boyle."

"Perfect," he nods. "Jake, what do you say? Want to go after the Marshals and this butt from Homeland? Get yourself a real win?"

Jake sighs as his eyes flick between them. "I don't know, Boyle," he admits. "I mean, they're the good guys." He catches Kat's pointed look. "And that would make us... the bad guys. Noice."

"So you're in?" Charles asks with a hopeful smile.

"Oh, I'm in," Jake confirms. "I'm in all the way to hell." He unholsters his gun and Kat stifles her laughter. "And when I get there, I'm gonna see your dog, Molly. Let's go, squad!"

Charles winces. "That was really unnecessary," he mutters.

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After goading Agent Kendrick into continuing the drill with the new playing field that included the Nine-Nine's rebellion, they had presented Command Control, AKA Homeland, with a set of demands. It was a fight till the death. Of course, Scully and Hitchcock had taken full advantage of the situation, asking for a large pizza with fennel sausage, and chewable extra strength Gas-o-nex.

Back inside, Jake whips off his sunglasses. "We're not waiting one second," he announces. They all smile. "Those demands were a ruse."

"They were?" Scully questions in alarm. "I really need that Gas-o-nex. I think there was some dairy in the cheesecake that I ate for breakfast."

"Aren't you lactose intolerant?" Kat asks in confusion.

Jake quickly brushes over her comment. "We're not gonna hang around like sitting ducks. We're gonna take the fight to them." Rosa's lips curl into a smirk. "Like some waddling ducks! If the waddling was super-fast and cool."

"Like some boss-ass penguins," Terry suggests.

"Yes! I'm so glad you're back on our side, Sarge." Jake places his safety glasses back over his eyes. "Okay, let's destroy some good guys," he says before running off.

Whilst Jake, Charles, and Terry are heading outside to dismantle Command Control, Rosa, Kat, and Amy oversee taking out the remaining agents inside. The second they reach the top of the staircase they're hit with paintballs.

The trio quickly tip over a nearby table to take shelter behind as the Marshals continue shooting at them. "You're wasting paintballs," Katherine yells out at them. She throws a hand up when they keep firing. "It's like they're asking to run out."

"How many are out there?" Rosa questions.

Amy moves to try and get a glimpse over the table, but she immediately ducks back down, narrowly avoiding a shot to the head. "Six Marshals," she informs them grimly. "We're pinned down."

Kat nods thoughtfully. "Okay, then we split up, make a distraction and try and get cover on the opposite balcony," she explains. "We're at a complete tactical disadvantage."

Rosa groans in frustration. "The second we move, they'll get us," she dismisses her idea. "It'll never work. Great, it's over, and we're still tied, eight-eight."

Kat's eyes widen as she watches Amy slowly move to raise her gun up. She then shoots Rosa in the chest. "Oh dang," the sergeant whispers in shock.

"What the hell?" Diaz exclaims heatedly.

Amy leans closer to her with a grin. "Nine-eight," she taunts. "Saturday's mine! You said body count, you didn't say whose body. Boom!" Dismissing Kat's protests, she jumps up and strikes a pose. "Power pose!" Amy yells in frustration when she's shot multiple times.

Kat slumps back on the ground in defeat. "It's over," she concedes. "Whoever shoots me first can have it count." Rosa and Amy quickly spin around to try and get the shot in first. Kat braces herself for the pain, but instead, she watches Amy gently tap the muzzle of her gun against her vest. "Aw, you didn't shoot me."

Amy rolls her eyes playfully. "It's close contact, would've hurt like a bitch," she points out. She's just glad she had managed to maintain her lead.

"You both suck," Rosa grumbles as she walks off.

"Don't take it personally, Diaz," Kat calls out after her.

"Shut up!"

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Jake had recited the story of how he had been John McClane-d by Agent Kendrick at the very last minute, and Kat had been able to feel every ounce of his pain. Now, they're all sat in the same chairs as this morning as they're met with the consequences of 'ruining' the drill. "Interesting tactic, detectives," Kendrick begins. "Show up at your first inter-agency drill and mess the whole thing up."

"Less of a tactic and more of a series of incredible events," Jake counters.

"And what was the most incredible event? When I shot you in front of all your friends?"

Peralta scoffs defensively. "I have other friends."

Charles's head snaps over to him. "Who?" he questions quickly.

Kendrick shakes his head as he looks across them all. "I knew it was a dumb idea to invite the NYPD to a federal drill."

Kat's eyes narrow. "Excuse me?" she retorts. "We took almost all of you out, and that's after you took our guns and taped us to chairs."

Terry nods determinedly. "Next year, we're winning this thing," he states firmly.

"Oh, you're not coming next year," Kendrick says. "But maybe I'll see you at the Pentagon Christmas party. Oh, right. You guys aren't invited to those. Kid Rock was there." He locks eyes with Jake. "Those are my last words, bro."

Jake grits his teeth together. "God, I hate him," he mutters.

As Kendrick walks away, he pauses when a throat is cleared. Just as he turns around, a blue paintball hits him square in the forehead.

Terry's eyes widen in shock. "Oh, damn!"

Kendrick glowers at Katherine Linetti. "Oh, you're done," he tells her warningly.

She smiles. "You're not very threatening when you look like a smurf," she points out.

Watching him storm off with a face of thunder, Rosa lightly punches Kat's arm with a grin. "Not bad," she admits. "Not bad."

"Not bad?" she repeats with a laugh.

"Okay, it was pretty cool."

"Pretty cool?"

"We're not gonna keep doing this."

A bright smile is etched onto Jake's face as he throws an arm around Kat's shoulders. "That is singlehandedly the best thing you have ever done," he says.

She laughs at the pride and excitement radiating off him. "It felt pretty good," she acknowledges. Her smile falters. "But I'm sorry it didn't go the way you wanted." The rest of the squad all nod in agreement.

"Are you kidding? This was a total win," Jake replies. "I haven't checked my phone in forever. Now that I've said that, I do kinda want to check it, though. I'm gonna just do it." He pulls out his phone. "... No text. But I'm probably twenty percent less devasted than I would have been this morning." He looks to each of his friends. "And that's thanks to you guys." He gasps in realisation. "I catharted."

"You catharted hard," Terry tells him. Jake bites back a smile.

"And I shot Kendrick," Kat chimes in proudly.

"Best day ever!" Charles declares with a bright grin.

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When they had returned to the precinct after the drill, Kat had to listen to Gina rant to her for an hour about how Captain Holt had gotten the same personality category as her. If anything, Kat thought it would be a compliment, but then she learnt that Holt didn't think the results were correct, his thought process being that they weren't of the same calibre. Kat thought Gina had every right to be pissed off; she would be too.

The following morning, Katherine is in the break room getting her second cup of coffee for the day. She and Rosa are talking about their favourite part of the drill. Kat's was obviously getting to shoot Kendrick, and Rosa's was just getting to shoot people in general. Overall, they're just as happy as the other.

Amy walks in and immediately grabs their attention. "Hey, so I told Captain Holt I'd work on Saturday," she tells Rosa. Kat gives them a smile and heads back to her desk to leave them alone.

Rosa's brows have furrowed in confusion. "Wait, why? You won fair and square."

"I mean, I murdered you," Amy reminds her. "That was pretty shady. Also, it was crazy assertive, and I feel like maybe I don't actually need power pose training."

"You don't," Rosa replies. "Mostly because nobody needs power pose training." She sighs. "The dinner with my parents on Saturday is to introduce them to Marcus."

"What? Why didn't you just tell me?" Amy asks. "I didn't know stuff was getting that serious."

Rosa's gaze drifts out the window to find Kat yelling at Hitchcock. A small smile adorns her face as she looks back to Amy. "Yeah, it's very embarrassing having feelings. Anyway, thank you."

Amy smiles. "You're welcome. Rosa's in love!" Rosa places her hands on her hips as she stares her down. She gasps. "Power pose," she whispers in awe.

𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺! 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 🤍

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