𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻

AMY SANTIAGO GROANS IN FRUSTRATION as she looks to each of her co-workers seated around her. "For the last time, the best cop movies in order: Training Day, Lethal Weapon, and Fargo." She waves a hand. "End of discussion."

"Wrong," Jake denies immediately. Kat arches a brow in amusement at him. "Die Hard is the best cop movie of all time." After a second of hesitation, she nods in agreement. "One cop heroically saving the day while everyone else stands around and watches. It's the story of my life!"

"I like Turner and Hooch," Charles pipes up. "Tom Hanks, reluctant friendship with a dog." He taps his heart as he adds, "That hits me where I live."

"No." Kat swivels her chair around to look at Rosa. "Robocop," the woman states. "It's got everything I like, gratuitous violence."

However, she ends her sentence as if she was going to continue, which makes everyone stare at her expectantly. After a few moments of silence, Jake purses his lips. "Oh, I thought you were listing things."

"I was. I'm done."

Kat studies her thoughtfully. "Actually, that's expected. If I was told to describe you, I'd probably only use violent." Rosa grins.

"That's a good segue," Jake says cheerfully. He points to his best friend. "Favourite cop movie."

Amy tilts her head at him. "How is that a good segue?"

"Die Hard," Katherine agrees without a second thought. After having grown up watching the movie with Jake every month on the dot for five years straight, it had become something that, cheesily, makes her think of the simpler times. Although, she's shocked that she isn't sick of the film yet.

Charles sighs. "You'd think you were related instead..."

Gina walks over with a mug of coffee in her hand. "Let's talk Bad Boys," she chimes in. "That's the perfect cop movie."

Her sister grimaces. "I'll respectfully disagree," she retorts.

"Mr Smith, lookin' fine." Jake nods in understanding. "A hot cup of Tea Leoni." Now Kat's the one to nod. "Come on."

Finally having enough of eavesdropping, Terry rolls his own chair over beside Kat's to join the conversation. "Francois Truffaut's Breathless." The entire group looks at him strangely. Offence quickly etches its way onto the sergeant's face. "What?" he exclaims defensively. "Terry likes foreign films."

"Okay..." Jake swivels back around to face his desk. "There is a correct answer to this question, though." As he types up something on his computer, the group all share entertained smiles. They know what's about to be shown. "So gather around for the greatest cop film of all time. Please refrain from texting during our presentation."

Kat grabs her phone. "I'll need permission to record it; research purposes only."

"Permission granted." The video that is plastered on the screen of the computer is one that dates back to the first of June, two-thousand and nine. Two women stand by the hood of a car and are then interrupted by someone approaching them. "All right, so there's Hitchcock." One of the women quickly turns around to Hitchcock and kicks him straight in the balls. "And there it is!"

Hitchcock grimaces as he finds them all watching the video. "Come on, guys, that happened four years ago," he complains.

Jake holds a hand up to him. "Shh, this is the best part. She comes back and takes the wallet... and here she goes!" Various exclamations are thrown into the air as they watch the younger Hitchcock get kicked once more, then they all break into laughter as they watch the detective fall to his knees.

Kat wipes a tear from underneath her eye and sighs as she stops the recording on her phone. "I think we might need to submit that to the Oscars," she proclaims. Hitchcock scowls deeply at her as he storms off and laughter echoes across them all once more.

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Katherine Linetti wanders into the briefing room with her daily cup of coffee in hand. Considering it's not even eight o'clock in the morning and she's been up since five, it's not her first of the caffeinated beverages. She brings her fist up to cover her yawn, but her eyes instantly narrow when she catches sight of Charles sitting on top of one of the desks. She continues watching him as she slides into the chair beside Rosa, and she leans over to the woman to quietly say, "You know he's wearing the same sweater as that serial killer?"

Rosa glances to her with a straight face, but after looking at one of the wanted posters plastered on the back wall, she snorts a laugh. "Oh, wow," she mutters.

As Jake enters the room, he also immediately notices Boyle in his brown, patterned sweater. "Hey, love the sweater," he calls out. Charles spreads his hands with a smile. "Who you slayin' tonight, lady killer?"

"Well, we shall see what we shall see," Charles replies slyly.

Kat purses her lips together and swallows her sip of coffee. "No, buddy, you're dressed exactly the same as the lady killer," she points out.

As she points to the poster, Charles turns around and his face falls in disappointment. "Damn it!" He turns back to them, visibly deflated. "This is Jeffrey Dahmer's corduroys all over again."

"All right, let's get started," Terry calls out. He places his hands on the podium and the room falls silent "Scully. Where are you on digitising the old case files?"

The detective seated at the back of the room removes his glasses and a proud smile graces his face. "As of yesterday, I'm officially one percent done!"

Terry's eyes narrow as Scully gives him a thumbs up. "Why are you smiling? That's nothin'."

"Well, there's thousands of cases," Scully explains. "And for each one, I have to fill out two-hundred little box thingies on fifty different screens."

Rosa glances back to him to say, "At least you get to sit on your butt all day."

"That's actually the worst part. My doctor said I have an anal canyon."

The entire room groans. Kat rubs her eyes as her lips curl into a grimace. "Holy hell," she mutters to herself.

"God, Scully, why are you always telling us about your disgusting body?" Jake exclaims. His expression quickly morphs into one of curiosity. "How are you married?"

Before they can get any further distracted from the briefing, Holt interrupts. "Peralta, where are we on the Adams Street burglary?"

"We are very close, Captain," Jake answers. "Aside from a complete absence of evidence, suspects, or leads... So, in conclusion, not at all close..."

The captain points to the whiteboard. "And the Vickers Street aggravated assault?" he questions.

"Stalled out. And the Calloway robbery also remains unsolved, due to a lack of solving it by me."

Whilst Amy smiles smugly to herself, Katherine turns around to her best friend with a hint of concern. "You're in a slump, dude," she observes.

Gina pinches her fingers together as she adds, "Just a tad."

Jake's eyes widen a fraction in alarm from their observations. "I'm not in a slump," he denies firmly.

"You're not?" Amy's brows raise in amusement at him and points to the whiteboard. "Scoreboard." The tally of the bet now shows that she is beating Jake by nine arrests.

"I don't slump, people," Jake calls out. "I opposite slump. I p-muls. That's 'slump' backwards, and it's what I do." He grins. "I p-muls all over this bitch."

Terry sighs. "Dismissed."

As Jake gathers his bag, Amy smiles patronisingly at him. "Slump," she repeats.

"P-muls!"

Everyone disperses out of the room, returning to their desks to begin the work for the day. Kat finds herself buried up to her nose in paperwork, filling out what seems like endless forms from an arrest she had made earlier in the week. After two months of tracking the perp down, she had finally gotten him for three homicides.

She peers over her computer to Jake's desk and finds him flipping through files of documents with complete concentration. But it's hard to actually see him due to the sheer number of folders piled on his desk that are gradually making their way over to her and Amy's. "How you going?" she asks.

He groans and drops the file on the desk. "I'm tired," he complains. He opens one of the drawers and grabs a bagel, that to Kat looks incredibly stale, and takes a large bite out of it.

"So am I, but I meant how's," she waves to his mess, "this going?"

"Oh. Well, it's barely moving, Kitty Kat. You're watching the pile grow." She offers a sympathetic smile, but he waves a hand her way in dismissal. "But, I am about to close a case."

Her eyes light up and she grins. "Dude, that's great-" However, her smile fades away as she notices Holt approaching them. This can't be good.

Jake's head snaps over to their commanding officer and he quickly holds a hand up to the man as he stops by him. "Wait... Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face." He pauses for a split-second. "Someone died. No! You won a prize!"

The blonde kisses her teeth. "You're not getting any better at this," she tells him.

After sending a glance her way, Holt nods. "I agree." Jake scrunches his nose up. "I'm concerned that the open cases mound of garbage on your desk has become so much higher than the closed cases mound of garbage."

"All right, sir. Let me hit you with a little analogy. Are you familiar with race cars?"

Kat pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs.

"Formula One or stock?" Holt counters.

"That's already way more than I know about it," Jake confesses. "The point is, I'm a super-awesome race car who's hit a couple of unlucky speed bumps."

Katherine leans to the side of her computer to look at him again. "There are speed bumps on your racetrack?" she questions in disbelief.

Peralta looks between herself and Holt with confusion. "Is that not part of car racing...? It should be. All I'm saying is, it's open road again. I'm about to close a case." He hands a manilla file to Holt. "Missing grandma Helen Sterrino. Last Sunday, her grandson Judd reported she went out for bagels and never came back. This morning, we picked up an old lady matching her description exactly. I showed her pictures of Judd, and she said, and I quote," Jake's face contorts as he imitates the woman, "'That's my grandson.'"

"What did I say about doing voices?"

"I'm a storyteller, sir. It's my craft."

Kat nods with approval. "I thought it was outstanding," she praises her best friend. She thinks that she sees Holt roll his eyes.

Jake smiles at her, greatly appreciating her praise. "Well thank you, Kat. Anyway, the grandson's coming in. They reunite, and I throw another case on the old 'solved it' pile." He blindly places the file on the pile, which is so unbalanced that it topples over the edge of the desk. He looks over and grins at what he finds at the bottom. "Hey, my croissant!"

Kat grimaces as she watches him tap the croissant against the desk which creates heavy thudding sounds, and then he happily takes a bite out of it. "You're disgusting," she deadpans.

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An hour later, Amy had practically skipped over to her bursting with pure joy because Holt had asked her to run the community outreach program occurring later that day. Of course, when her best friend had asked her to help, Kat's immediate answer had been yes. However, two people wasn't going to be enough. With Charles, Terry, and Jake out of the picture (Hitchcock and Scully weren't even options), they were left with Rosa. The curly-haired woman is at her desk, and Amy and Kat beeline over to her. "Hi, Rosa!" Amy greets cheerfully. "Ooh, I like your shoes-"

Kat gently places a hand on her arm to interrupt her as respectfully as possible. "We need your help," she says, cutting straight to the chase.

Rosa's eyes flick up from the document she's reading and over to Kat. After a second, she nods. "What do you need?"

Amy clears her throat. "You know how every year the precinct does that Junior Police Program seminar?"

"That thing where we try to get a bunch of loser kids to become student snitches?"

Kat purses her lips together. "Well, I wouldn't have put it exactly like that... but yeah."

"No, the thing where we try to get at risk kids-"

"Losers," Diaz corrects bluntly.

"To sign up to become junior police officers."

"Snitches." Rosa's eyes flick between them. "What about it?"

"Captain specifically asked me to run it this year," Amy boasts with a proud smile. "And... I already signed you up to do it with me."

"Here," Kat holds out the briefing booklet for the seminar. "Sorry, I know you hate it."

Rosa huffs a sigh of annoyance as she reluctantly takes the folder off her. "Great, now I gotta read something," she mutters. She tilts her head up to look at the blonde as she asks, "You doing this crap, too?"

Kat nods. "Yeah, why?"

Rosa turns her attention back down to the booklet. "No reason," she replies simply.

"Greetings!" Having heard the entire conversation, Gina joins the group of three and sighs to herself. "Fine," she concedes. "I guess I can help you with those at risk kids."

Rosa scoffs and Amy gives the woman a small, apologetic smile. "We don't need your help." Gina's eyebrows raise slightly. "It's nothing personal, it's just... you're not a cop, so I'm not really sure you could help."

"Actually," Kat begins. She and her sister have a piece of information that no one else knows about. "She might be more useful than you think." They turn to look at her and Gina gives her a grateful glance.

But Amy and Rosa still aren't keen, so the former tries to let her down in the nicest possible way. "Sorry, but I just don't want to waste your time."

"Okay! No hard feelings." Gina gives them all a very fake smile. "But I hate you." Her smile drops. "Not joking. Bye!"

As she watches her sister saunter away, Kat turns to the pair of detectives beside her. "Really?" she asks dryly. "Not at all willing?"

Not long after, everyone is called into the break room by the request of Jake. While Amy takes the time to start working on prepping for the outreach program, Kat, Rosa, Charles, and Terry all stare expectantly at Peralta. "Oh, cool! You're all here in the break room," Jake comments casually.

"You asked us to come in here," Rosa points out.

"What? Here's a hypothetical question." With his hands on his hips, Jake tries to ask for their advice. "Let's say I knew someone that, for the first time in their career, was experiencing, like, a minor slump." He smiles. "What do you think you would suggest to that person if they were going through that?"

Charles stops eating his snack to answer. "Well, I haven't really been in a slump since my divorce. So I'd tell this person, 'maybe get divorced.'" After a pause, he adds, "He'd have to get married first."

Jake nods. "Okay, so the suggestion to beat is get married and then divorced." He points to Diaz. "Rosa?"

"Fly to Montreal, hit a classy hotel bar, bone a stranger. Slump over."

"Wow, that sounds amazing," Jake agrees.

Rosa smiles. "Yeah."

"That's a good one. Kat, what would you do?"

She takes a second to think over her answer. "Get drunk." She shrugs when Amy glances to her with a questioning expression. "Strangely, a lot of epiphanies come while you're wasted."

Jake's eyebrows knit together in thought. "That's actually not a bad idea," he admits. He then points a finger to Terry. "Sarge?"

With a protein shake in hand, the man replies, "Ten-thousand sit-ups."

"Okay... Do you have a backup plan in case my hypothetical person can only do ninety-five hundred, or three?"

It's at this point that Holt enters the room. "What's going on in here?" he questions the group.

Charles gestures to his best friend. "We're helping Jake's friend get out of his slump!" He misses how Jake frantically motions for him to stop talking.

Kat rolls her eyes in amusement as she looks up to him. "We realised the friend was you immediately, by the way," she says.

"Or try working a case until it's solved, Peralta," Holt suggests. "I always find that closing cases is the best way to end a slump."

As he walks away, Jake forces another smile. "Thank you, Captain!"

"He's right," Terry agrees. "You just need a win. Pick your easiest, no-brainer case, and work it till it's done."

"Fine!" Jake points between both Kat and Rosa. "Right after I do their things. It sounds fun." The two women grin and nod in agreement as he struts out the room.

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"Okay, this is the Junior Police Program! AKA 'Mission Impossible.'" Amy clicks a button on the remote and the theme tune of the aforementioned film begins blaring out of the TV. Kat and Rosa share a look. "Your mission, should you choose to accept it," Amy points at the kids as she walks back and forth, "is to get your life back on track."

As Gina enters the room, she coughs into her fist, then calls out, "Narc!"

Laughter spreads across the room, and Kat sighs to herself. This is going to be a long afternoon. However, she is glad that Gina's here because she knows that her sister would eventually do something to win the group of teenagers over. She wouldn't mind proving Rosa and Amy wrong.

Amy forces a smile on her face. "Hey, Gina. What are you doing?"

"Oh hi, Amy!" Gina smiles as she cradles the coffee cup in her hands. "Since I have nothing to offer, and since I'm not a cop, I thought I'd just show up and learn."

When Amy turns to look at her for help, Katherine shrugs. "She just wants to learn," she repeats innocently. None of them are aware of the splitting grin that appears on Gina's face for a few seconds.

Santiago inhales a deep breath to try and keep herself composed. "Do you want to help me out here?" she hisses to Rosa.

Rosa meets Kat's eyes for a split-second then they return to Amy. "Nah, I think I'm good," she replies.

Amy takes in another breath and turns back to face the kids. "I know you think getting into trouble is cool," she begins. "But let me show you what can happen if you continue down this path." Her voice drops to mimic one more masculine. "Hey, yo! I'm an at risk kid, and I think it's cool to sell drugs."

Kat lifts her head up to look at the ceiling and sighs. "Oh, good God," she murmurs.

"Hold up," one of the teens wearing a beanie interrupts. "Why does this kid selling drugs sound like he's black?"

"He's not," Amy responds quickly.

Gina's brows raise. "Well, why not?" she retorts incredulously. "Are you saying that black people can't sell drugs?"

"No, I'm not saying that."

The same boy from earlier speaks up again. "We have a black president. Why can't black people sell drugs?"

Kat leans a fraction closer to Rosa to murmur, "This is a trainwreck." In her peripheral vision, she spots the woman grin.

"I'm so confused," Amy murmurs helplessly.

"Black people can sell drugs!" Gina exclaims. It takes no time at all before all of the kids are chanting along with her. "Black people can sell drugs!"

Of course, this is the moment that Holt decides to check in on them. Their captain stands in the doorway as he surveys the room. Amy gives him a thumbs up, and he narrows his eyes at them all before walking away. She gestures for both Kat and Rosa to follow her outside the room as they then observe the group of teenagers through the blinds. "I did not think getting these kids to sign up would be this hard," she confesses grimly.

Rosa scoffs. "These kids don't wanna listen to you."

Without removing her eyes from the window, Kat says, "Actually, I don't think they want to listen to anyone."

But Rosa is still confident that she'd be able to get through to them. "They don't identify with you because you're not from the streets," she tells Amy. "I am." Her eyes move between the two women. "Follow, watch, learn."

As she struts off, Kat stands staring after her in awe. Amy rolls her eyes and gently smacks her friend's arm. "Hey," she states exasperatedly. "She's gone."

As Kat shakes her head to rid herself of her dazed-like state, Amy drags her back into the room just as Rosa begins speaking. "All right, listen up." Kat's eyes widen as she rips earbuds out of two girls' ears. "I know you think you're badasses. But deep down, you're scared."

Katherine takes the empty spot beside Gina as both sisters lean against the wall and watch the scene unfold before them. "This is going to fail epically," the latter mutters. Kat grimaces and nods in agreement.

"How do I know? Because I've been that same scared kid. And if you don't get your crap together, I'm gonna end up busting you and throwing you in jail." Rosa's expression remains stony cold and serious as she looks out to the group. "Got it?"

The boy in the beanie stops the recording on his phone. "Remix, yo!" he calls out. An autotuned version of Rosa's last few words echoes out of the speakers, replaying repeatedly. "Throwing you in jail, throwing you in jail, throwing you in jail... Got it? Throwing you in jail..."

As the group of kids laugh, including Gina, and begin to dance along, Kat watches Rosa's face fall as they're all forced to listen to the sound. She can't hear what Rosa says to Amy or what is replied to her, but for some reason (or for a reason she does know but doesn't want to admit), Kat doesn't like seeing her upset. With a clenched jaw, she jumps up and strides over to the boy before ripping the phone out of his hand.

His eyes widen. "Hey!" he exclaims in surprise.

Gina's brows shoot up as she watches her sister storm out of the room and drop the phone onto the ground outside, then slam her boot down onto the glass screen. She slowly turns her head back to see Rosa's reaction to see the woman staring after Kat in what looks like awe, but it could just be shock.

Kat looks up from the coffee pot when she feels someone join her side. She sighs at Gina's pointed look. "Shut up," she mutters.

"Oh, I didn't say anything."

"But your face does."

"My face always says something."

Kat rolls her eyes, the ghost of a smile on her lips. "What do you want?"

The older Linetti places her own mug down to refill it full of the bitter caffeinated liquid as her younger sister takes a seat at the small table behind her. "I'm just slightly curious as to what..." Gina glances over her shoulder and circles a finger over to where the smashed phone lays. "... that all was."

"It was nothing."

Gina hums. "Sure it was." She slides onto the chair beside her. "Because smashing a seventeen year old's phone just 'cause you were pissed about a song is nothing." Gina raises the mug to her lips and takes a long, dramatic slurp of her coffee.

Kat huffs a sigh. "Shut up."

"Well, I did say something that time, so fair enough." Silence passes over them. Gina leans her chin in her palms. "I'll just point out that your girlfriend looked super happy, by the way. She does love violence. Maybe she's turned on."

"Gina," she scolds. Her sister raises her hands up innocently. "Seriously, if you don't shut up, I'll smash your phone instead." Gina Linetti's eyes widen in horror as she stares at her in shock. Kat winces. "Okay, too far, I know..."

As Gina gets up, muttering various words of disappointment, she's replaced by Amy and Rosa. Kat holds Rosa's eyes for a few moments, and she swears that the woman smiles at her. "I don't know how to connect with these kids," Amy begins, clearly stressed. "Kat, please-"

"No."

Amy's eyes widen. "I'm desperate-"

"Still no," she replies. She takes a long sip of her coffee. "I hate teenagers. I hate kids. I hate all those little know-it-alls in that room." The smallest of smiles adorns her face as she pictures something rather violent. She clears her throat and inhales a deep breath. "Anyways, I'm not talking to them."

Rosa studies the woman curiously. "What was that?" she asks.

Kat glances to her for a brief moment. "What was what?"

"You went silent for a sec, what were you thinking about?"

"Oh, I was picturing dangling that kid with the beanie off the side of the roof."

Amy Santiago's eyes widen comically. "Jesus Christ," she murmurs.

Rosa breaks into an ear-splitting grin. "I should take you to throw axes something," she says. Kat's eyebrows raise in interest. "Really helps if you just picture all the people you w..." She trails off with a distant look on her face, similar to how Kat had been a minute prior. "Anyways, think about it."

"I might take you up on that."

Amy shakes her head as she looks between them, and her eyes fall back onto the door of the briefing room. "They're just all mean and shallow and respect nothing." Both women nod along in agreement. "I mean, what kind of person would they even listen to?"

Kat points over to her sister, and Amy and Rosa quickly turn to look at Gina. "Hitchcock, stop bringing your food in little Tupperware containers!" she yells in annoyance. "It hurts my fingers when I'm trying to open it."

"Sorry!"

Katherine rolls her eyes as both detectives jump up and hurry over to Gina. "If only they listened to us hours ago," she mutters to herself.

"Hey, Gina!" Amy greets with a smile. "That's a super cute-"

Gina's eyes squint sceptically. "What do you want?" she interrupts.

"... sweater. Okay. We think it would be great if you talked to the kids!"

The Linetti sisters lock eyes with one another over Rosa's shoulder. "Mm... I thought only cops could help," Gina points out dryly.

"In this case, not being a cop might actually be better," Rosa reasons.

"That's true," she agrees. "In ninety-nine percent of cases, cops are the worst."

Amy's brows furrow in confusion. "Why ninety-nine?" she asks curiously. Gina smiles as Kat joins her side, and she wraps an arm around her sister's shoulders. "Oh..."

A few minutes later, Gina has the attention of the group of teenagers. And this time, Kat knows that they would listen. Hopefully... "Children! Your problem is not that you're troubled, or at risk, or bad dressers." She points to one of the kids at the back. "Is that a trucker hat? Still?" Kat grins as the boy shamefully removes it. "Come on. Your problem is that you don't have passion for anything. My life turned around when I found my passion. And today, well, I hope to inspire you with it."

As Amy, Rosa, and Kat all share confused glances, it's then does the latter realise what's about to happen. And it's then that she realises that what's about to happen isn't going to help the kids sign up. Gina turns on the small, red stereo positioned on one of the tables, and Christina Aguilera's Beautiful starts streaming out of the speakers. The next four minutes consist of watching her perform a freestyle dance routine to the song.

With a satisfied smile plastered on her face, Gina swiftly turns the radio off and leans back on the desk. "What are we thinking?" One of the girls in the front row raises her hand. "Yes! In the denim."

"I think I speak for everyone when I say that your weird dancing was just weird."

Kat runs a hand down the side of her face and sighs as she walks across the room to join her sister's side. Gina looks just as done as she is. "All right, you delinquents. Cops make fifty-two-thousand dollars a year," she calls out. She gestures for Gina to continue.

"You never have to stop at a red light."

"You get to carry a gun."

"And every so often you get to see a dead body."

Gina smiles brightly. "Who wants in?"

Hands begin to raise and Kat smiles as she points to each kid. "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Amy stares at them in disbelief. "Oh, my God," she whispers. "You got eight kids to sign up. How'd you know that would work?"

Kat shrugs. "That's what made Gina sign up," she responds.

Rosa's eyes widen slightly. "You did this program?" she questions in surprise.

"Mm-hmm, yeah," Gina nods. "It does not work."

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Captain Holt walks out of his office as he reads through the pile of sign-up sheets from the outreach program. "Detectives," he calls out. Both Rosa and Amy turn around, whilst Gina and Kat look up to him from their desks. "I see we got eight recruits for the Junior Police Program. Outstanding."

Amy beams. "Thank you, sir." Her smile quickly disappears. "But, as important as your praise is to me, it should actually go to Kat and Gina. They're the ones that got through to the kids."

Gina tilts her head and nods. "Yes, I am amazing," she confirms. Kat rolls her eyes in amusement. She spins around in her chair to Holt. "And I only ask for one thing in repayment." The captain's eyebrows raise. "A six-hundred percent raise."

Katherine snorts, then covers her impending laughter up with a cough. Holt turns to her expectantly. "Oh no, sir, I'm good," she says quickly.

He returns to Gina. "Or, I can give you a zero percent raise and make you my personal assistant, which is what I'm doing." Kat fails to supress her smile at how the horror slowly etches its way onto Gina's face. "I think you have hidden talents, which will make you surprisingly good at the job."

"No, I have no talents!" Gina argues frantically.

"You start Monday."

As Holt returns to his office, Gina groans in annoyance. "Ugh," she complains. "Constantly getting Holt's approval is the worst."

Amy nods, a wistful look in her eyes. "Yes... I can only imagine."

Kat sighs and stands up from her desk with a heavy sigh. She heaves her bag onto her shoulder and wanders over to Gina's desk. "Hey, you ready to go?" she questions. Every Friday night, the sisters have permanent plans for a movie marathon that always ends turns into a sleepover.

Gina looks up from her phone and nods. "Yeah, I'll meet you downstairs," she replies.

After bidding goodbyes to the rest of her friends, she makes her way toward the gate of the bullpen. However, she stops when someone calls out her name.

"Hey, Kat, wait up!"

She turns around to find Rosa jogging toward her. "Hey, what's up?" she asks.

"I, uh..." Rosa purses her lips and looks down to her shoes. "Thanks for earlier," she says quietly.

A small smile adorns Kat's face as she realises just how uncomfortable the woman is by just coming to thank her. "It was nothing, don't worry about it." Rosa meets her eyes, and they stare at each other for a few seconds before one of them breaks the silence.

"It wasn't nothing," she retorts. She offers a smile. "But thanks."

Kat bites onto her lip and can't help how her own smile widens. "No worries." She keeps her gaze on the detective as she walks backward. "I'll see you on Monday, yeah?"

"Yeah, see you," Rosa calls out. As they both turn their backs on each other, a wide smile briefly adorns her face once more.

Gina Linetti had witnessed the entire interaction. Her eyes squint as she pockets her phone. "Interesting..." she murmurs. 

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