Cool, Cool, Cool: Title Of Your Roleplay (A Brooklyn 99 Rp)

Watching from the car, Norman did his best to figure out what exactly it was that Noah and Alistair were even doing.

Some sort of act, apparently. Well whatever it was, it seemed to be working, and as the two of them walked off with Nyathera, Norman collected his stuff and hurried out of the car, he doubted he had a whole lot of time and he couldn’t waste it wondering what kind of weird act the two uniformed officers had decided to put on.

Ignoring the stabbing pain in his foot, Norman pushed through it as he quietly ran across the the parking lot and over to the food truck, pressing his back against it once he reached it.

Okay, most likely the back door was going to be locked unless Nyathera was careless enough to leave it unlocked, however Norman really doubted that would be the case here. He’d simply have to pick the lock.

Luckily for him, Ty had taught him how to do this back when he was a teenager...as to why Ty knew how to do it was a story for another day, the point was that Norman was prepared for this.

Putting his focus on the door, Norman ignored everything else as he picked the lock, and with a satisfying click he opened it and slid inside.

“Ives, Tortie, it’s me, Norman, I’m gonna get you out of here-“

Just as Norman started to call out for his friends, he got a good look at the inside of the truck and instantly cursed.

The truck was empty and Ives and Tortie were nowhere to be seen.

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Meanwhile, Alistair couldn’t help but thank the universe for making sure he wasn’t actually a drunken, unprepared stripper.

As soon as they had reached the alleyway, the woman had cornered them, pulling out a rather large butcher knife.

Unfortunately for her, Alistair was prepared for that.

Pulling out his gun, he pointed it at her in warning. “Yeah nice try, you’re under arrest,” he told her firmly.

The woman tilted her head to the side, a flicker of amusement spreading across her visage. “I figured as much,” she commented easily, playing with the large knife in her hands. “But I think not,” she stated and threw her knife right at Noah.

“Noah look out!” Alistair called out to him, forgetting about stopping the woman as he he jumped to push his partner out of the way.

The knife slid right across his arm, slicing through his uniform and skin before falling to the ground.

Alistair gritted his teeth in pain, glancing down at his arm to see how bad it was.

Oh that was a lot of blood.

You would think that Hazel would at least have some sort of vague idea who was running around, trying to kill her, however the description given didn’t match anyone that she knew it could be, and this guy seemed to have some pretty solid traits to keep track of. But then again, Callie could be right, this could just be some sort...hit man of some kind, however even then...usually those were more specific.

If someone wanted to privately take her out, why didn’t they just shoot her or poison her or something like that? Why go through all the trouble of blowing up the precinct in the process of it?

Shifting slightly in her seat, Hazel let out a low, thoughtful hum. “There’s only one person out there that would try to take me out through someone else and I really don’t think it’s him this time,” she admitted. Her ex husband may be a lot of things, and she would not be surprised if he did try to kill her some day, but Patrick wouldn’t be this careless about it. “If someone was hired to kill me, I think they would’ve been a bit more stealthy about it, to me this seems more like the works of some deranged lunatic with some weird vendetta against me for unknown reasons, I think we should head back to the precinct and ask the officers if they noticed anyone that fit the description Roswell gave us, see if we can get any more details about this guy,” she explained as she looked back over to Callie.

After they learned a bit more about him, Hazel had an idea on how they could catch him.

Noah had known it wouldn't be long before the woman turned on them, so as soon as she did he was more than ready for it.

With a quick movement of his hand he had his gun out as well, pointing it right at the food truck worker. He kept his finger off the trigger, but given reason to shoot he'd be quick to do so.

While he was prepared for a lot of different things happening, Noah hadn't exactly thought over the possibility of the woman throwing her knife at him. Had he had the time to think he would have gone over all the reasons why throwing her knife was a terrible idea and there were too many factors on how that plan could go wrong, but he was smart enough to realize that he needed to take action, and now.

Before he could jump out of the way he noticed Alistair moving in and shove him right out of the way of the knife.

Noah stumbled, falling to the ground, his gun falling out of his grasp and sliding across the ground. A curse slipped from his lips as he sat there for a moment, stunned. Luckily he was quick to recover and he was able to get back on his feet in a matter of seconds, instantly rushing over to make sure his partner was okay. Right before he could even ask how Alistair was doing he caught the glint of blood in the sickly light of a streetlight a few yards away.

A second curse slipped off his tongue. "You're gonna be okay, keep pressure on it until we can really get you some help." As much as Noah wanted to get Alistair the help he needed now, he knew he'd just be putting them both in even more danger if he ignored the fact that a dangerous cannibal criminal was still cornering them.

In the minute or two Noah had used to check on Alistair and make sure he was okay, the food truck woman had managed to make her escape.

A quick swear in German slipped off Noah’s tongue as he realized this. Her not being there meant he could focus more on his partner’s injury, but with her gone it also meant she was still out there on the loose, and no telling how many more lives she would take before they could find her again and finally take her and her brother in once and for all. If anything Noah wasn’t going to let Alistair be added to her kill count, and he could only hope Norman was able to get the two captives out by now.

Knowing that chasing after the criminal would be a lost cause at this point, Noah nodded toward his partner and, making sure to help Alistair, made his way back to the car.

- - 

It seemed like Norman’s luck had matched their own.

Noah huffed, a bit annoyed that their luck was turning out to be pretty crappy, but it wasn’t anybody’s fault here. Sometimes people got away, it wasn’t a good thing, and Noah did his best to keep that from happening, but it was part of the job. Annoying, yes, but a reality that he had to face. If they could just find Norman’s friends and save them, then Noah would at least call this case a partial success.

Eager to do what he could to at least find Tortie and Ives, Noah pulled his phone out and handed it to Norman. ”Here, you can use mine. It’s not fully charged, but there’s more than enough battery life.” Noah made it a habit to keep his phone well charged as often as he could. He never knew when he might need it, and a dead phone was useless.

Once they were back at the precinct, Hazel got to work, of course some of that work was interrupted considering she did have a whole other precinct to get in order.

“Captain Wynn, we need you’re help-“

“Captain, the press want to know what happened, there’s a bunch of reporters here for you.”

“Captain, what are we supposed to do with all the paperwork we missed out on?”

One thing led into the next and the next and the next after that.

Inhaling sharply, Hazel released her rather tight grip of her hair and turned her attention back to Callie. “Alright Callie, I think I’m gonna be stuck here for a bit, figuring this all out, think you can ask around and see if the officers know anything by yourself? I’ll try to help when I can,” Hazel promised, glancing around again at the chaos surrounding them. Evacuating the entire precinct had been necessary but it hadn’t come without its costs, a cost Hazel now had to pay.

"They're really driving to get away," Noah commented as soon as he noticed just how fast the little Norman spot on the phone was moving. It made sense, though. They clearly knew they had police on their tails at this point, and even though traffic was never light, it wasn't as thick as it would be during the day, so driving faster through the streets would be a lot easier to manage at this time of night.

Once inside the car Noah looked over at Alistair for a quick moment, wanting to make sure he was still doing alright. Reassured that his partner was still as okay as he could be with a knife wound, Noah called over to Norman, "Let me know where I need to go." With that he started to at least pull the car out toward the road, not wanting to waste anymore time than absolutely needed.

- - -

Should she be panicking about this right now? For sure. But was she? Eh, not really. There was a time and place for freaking out, but this wasn't it. Being buried alive was never a good thing, but this wasn't the first time this had happened to Tortie. In fact, this was the second time, and already this time was shaping out to be a lot better than the first. At least this time around she had somebody else with her, and that would probably make escaping a lot easier.

With as much of a shrug as Tortie could muster, she flickered her gaze over to Ives. "Who says you're gonna die? Getting out of this will be easy, unless you decide you do want to die like this, but I know I don't. There's still too many people out there for me to seduce before I die." Listen, she had a goal to reach before she died, and she had yet to reach it, so even if Ives wanted to go out like this, Tortie didn't, and she was going to make sure that didn't happen.

Splitting up was a good idea, but keeping close while doing so was smart as well. Even though the suspect had been after their captain, there was no telling what could happen to any of them with this guy on the lose. He clearly had his eyes on Hazel, but he could also very well take his chances with taking out one of the regular detectives like Roswell or Val. Sticking close enough together could help keep each other safe just in case something were to happen. ”Sounds good,” Roswell responded with a nod.

Not straying too far from Val, Roswell started mingling in with some of the people passing by. Naturally a few seemed skittish when he had stopped them to ask questions, but eventually he managed to get a more comfortable atmosphere going with the people he spoken with.

By the time Val returned to check in on his own progress, Roswell hadn’t been able to figure out enough that would solve their case right then and there, but after speaking with an older gentleman on the matter he had found out something that would surely help their case here. ”Just talked to somebody who said he saw somebody matching the description. Said it looked like he had blond hair under his hood and that he was in this area about fifteen minutes ago. If that’s the case then maybe we aren’t too far behind him.”

Getting the precinct back in order had been a rather chaos endeavor on her part, honestly, thinking about it, Hazel probably shouldn’t have left with Callie to begin with, but figuring out who was out for her blood was also important, especially if they intended to put the lives of her workers and civilians on the line as well. Hazel could tolerate many things, including as many people wanting her dead as there were, however one thing she wouldn’t tolerate was them risking everyone else’s lives on the process to do it.

Come out from the shadows and fight Hazel yourself if you want her dead.

Coward.

That’s what this man was, he was a coward, probably because he knew that if he did go one on one with Hazel, he would definitely, no doubt about it: lose.

Luckily, it seemed like they’d get to find out soon enough.

Once she had gotten a moment alone with Callie, she nodded along as the detective explained what she had found. “Great, okay, new plan, get Ruiz and Cuni back here and look into this, track this guy down and once we’ve got a pinpoint on him, we’ll move in and arrest him,” Hazel ordered with a snap of her fingers.

This was probably the best lead they had right now, and with all three of the detectives working on it, Hazel was sure they’d find this guy and bring him in.

And when they did, Hazel would have a couple words she’d like to share with him.

Oh...

Oh right.

He had to actually race now, didn’t he?

TJ gulped and nodded as he looked over at Jules. “Right, right, I gotta race him, don’t I?” TJ hadn’t ever been in a race before, at least not one like this. Sure he had raced hogs before but that was different, it wasn’t a motorcycle and he wasn’t riding the hog while it raced, and although he had participated in a couple rodeos during his lifetime, it wasn’t like he had ever raced in them either, and yet again, that was different.

Back home he was working with animals, actual living things.

Here...here he was stuck with a death machine and his own, natural instincts, which TJ kind of felt like were probably useless in this sort of situation.

Casting a glance back towards the box, TJ spotted a small, red spotted tail poking out from the box.

Of course, he was doing this for a reason, wasn’t he?

Regaining his surge of energy, TJ tried to put himself together and waltzed right over to Beau. “Alright, I’m ready to race,” he declared with a small nod.

Beau raised his brow slightly, seemingly amused by his newfound courage. “Alright then Tony, lets race.”

— — —

This was a bad idea, this was a really bad idea.

Why did TJ think he could do this?

Doing his best not to scream as the race kicked off, TJ clung tightly to the bike and prayed that his survival instincts would take over and help him out with this. “Okay, it’s okay, you can do this TJ, you can do this,” he tried to reassure himself, shifting a little as he got a bit more comfortable on the bike.

Do this for the kitten, do this for Jules, do this for Val and her murder bike, do it for yourself.

Somehow all of this reassurance did seem to make a difference and soon TJ found himself slipping into a sense of comfortability as his hands reached for the controls and he steered the bike in the direction he wanted to go.

Once he realized he hadn’t actually died yet, TJ let out a small, hesitant laugh as he looked down at the bike and the back to the road. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he breathed out softly.

Just then, Beau rode up next to him and nodded a little. “Are you ready to actually race now?” He asked and TJ smiled sheepishly.

Right, right, he still had to race.

Cautiously, TJ nodded and as soon as he did, Beau returned it with a nod of his own and zoomed off.

TJ furrowed his brow in determination and leaned forward, following after him.

“For the kitten!” He shouted out.

— — —

The rest of the race had been a blur to TJ.

He hadn’t been great, he knew that much and he was sure that Beau had already won by now, but he could see the finish line now and that meant he was almost done.

Pushing himself forward, TJ sped up the bike just enough to cross over the finish line, letting out a sort of victory cheer as he did so, stopping the bike once he had finished the race.

“I did it! I finished the race!” He cheered as he got off the bike on wobbly legs.

Maybe he didn’t win it but at least he had finished it-

Just then, TJ watched as another bike zoomed across the finish line and parked itself close by before the rider got off and walked up to him, taking off his helmet to reveal his light ginger-blonde hair.

“Good race Tony, I cant believe you beat me,” Beau said lightheartedly.

TJ’s eyes went wide. “Wait...I....I won?” He asked in shock.

Beau nodded and patted him on the back. “Yep, feels pretty good, doesn’t it?” He asked with a small smile and a wink before walking off to go join Blitz and Martha.

TJ stood there in shock for a moment or so longer.

He...he won? How did he-what?

Despite what Shiva had said N didn’t think it was all that weird to have cops come out to investigate missing and stolen items. It was part of the job description, was it not? Maybe it wasn’t a big problem like homicide or kidnapping, but thievery was thievery and it was still against the law.

Before he could mention anything along those lines he stopped himself and listened as Shiva continued to speak up, going so far as to claim that the goose was the one stealing the picnic baskets. That...that hadn’t been in any of the reports N had gone over. He had looked over a report of a tall woman potentially being a suspect in this, but here Shiva was, somebody who seemed to know what happened in this park fairly well, telling both him and Cat that the goose was the criminal.

Holding back his own surprise N asked the biggest question on his mind, ”Have you witnessed, or anybody that you know of, that goose taking any baskets?”

Luckily the trip back to the precinct wasn’t that long. They hadn’t gone that far in the first place. The less time they wasted in travel meant they had more time to dedicate to finding the perpetrator.

Once there Roswell followed after Val to where Callie and Hazel were, staying back a few steps until he was sure he was needed, which didn’t happen until Val asked him to brief their coworkers on what they found. There wasn’t much to tell them that they didn’t already know, but he could at least give them the little bit of information they didn’t have. ”When we were asking around about him I was told somebody fitting his description was seen in the area fifteen minutes ago. Well, more like twenty at this point. Either way, he shouldn’t be that far behind, and if we hurry we should be able to catch up to him.” Roswell could only hope they could. With Val, Callie, and Hazel he was certain they’d get the guy before the day ended and then the case would be solved and Hazel would for sure be safe.

Hazel nodded along as her detectives briefed her on what they had discovered.

Axlesen.

She didn’t know who that guy was, the name was ringing just about as many bells as the description had been...so none, but apparently he wanted her dead for some reason and quite frankly? Hazel was about ready to find out way.

Nodding to the three of them, Hazel started forward. “Right, well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go catch our crook,” she started, already making her way past them.

Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long and they’d be able to stop the guy and figure out exactly what the heck his deal was, however Hazel didn’t plan on wasting any time doing that. It was one thing to try and kill her, but it was a completely different thing when he could’ve also taken out her detectives, her officers, and civilians as well. That was crossing a line that didn’t settle right with Hazel.

-

After all the work that had been put into finding the guy, it wasn’t all that hard to track him, and that’s how Hazel found herself sitting in a cop car with Callie, Val, and Roswell as Axlesen slipped into a warehouse.

“Okay, we don’t know what he has in there but we can assume that’s where he’s been making these bombs, so we should tread carefully,” Hazel said, casting a look back towards her detectives. Regardless of what was in there though, Hazel had full confidence in all of them that they’d catch the guy. “Ruiz, Cuni, Dawson, any ideas before we head in?” She asked, looking them all over.

Hazel was open to suggestions, especially in this sort of situation. Plus if anyone would have any good ideas in case things went wrong, it would be her team.

Hazel nodded along as Callie and Val spoke up. “Right, I’m thinking we should have officers surround the building and then have a small team go in,” she explained, mentally drawing out the picture in her head. “We need to be careful not to startle him in case he does have explosives on him, however my plan is that we actually pursue him so that he’ll try to escape, and when he does, we’ll have him surrounded,” she continued to explain.

From what she knew of this guy, he didn’t actually seem all that smart. Well obviously he was smart enough to make explosives, but he wasn’t smart enough to cover his tracks. So basically, he was a dumb genius. Smart enough to get himself into trouble, not smart enough to get him out of it.

Hazel knew a lot of dumb geniuses, specifically her youngest son.

But now wasn’t the time to get into that, plus Axlesen was clearly a very different kind of idiot genius than her son was.

“Ruiz, you and Cuni take the outside, find the exists and position officers at every one of them,” Hazel ordered. “Dawson, you and I will take a small team inside and block him off from his explosives, once he can’t get to any of his weapons, he should escape and Ruiz and Cuni will be able to grab him,” with her plan properly explained, Hazel looked over at Val, Callie, and Roswell. “Sound good?”