#sergeant jeffords

[mannytoodope]

Captain Holt: Sergeant, I'd like you to meet Richard and Dan.They are puppies.

Sergeant Jeffords: Very cute, sir.

Captain Holt: Maybe your twins would like some little, furry friends.

Sergeant Jeffords:I'm sorry, sir, but that's impossible.With the twins learning how to walk, chaos reigns at the Jeffords household.I can't let those innocent pups into that madhouse.

Terry won't do you like that.

Captain Holt: I understand. Just know you have disappointed...All three of us.

Sergeant Jeffords: That's cold, sir.

#Captain Holt #Andre Braugher #Sergeant Jeffords #Terry Crews #Brooklyn 99

[peabodyandsitcoms]

AGH THE BUT ABT JAKE AND AMYS AISLE IS CUTE

Watch it here on All 4: https://www.channel4.com/programmes/goodbye-brooklyn-nine-nine?cntsrc=social_share_android_goodbye_brooklyn_nine_nine

#jake peralta #amy santiago #b99 #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine #sitcom #peraltiago #jake x amy #love #amy x jake #charles boyle #rosa diaz #ray holt #raymond holt #terry jeffords #captain holt #sergeant jeffords #show #such a goddamn good show #dan goor #mike schur

[carothehotmess]

What the cast members of Brooklyn 99 have posted in response to news about Andre Braugher’s passing:

Marc Evan Jackson (Kevin Cozner)

Chelsea Peretti (Gina Linetti)

Terry Crews (Sergeant Terry Jeffords)

Joe Lo Truglio (Charles Boyle)

Dirk Blocker (Hitchcock)

Joel McKinnon Miller (Scully)

Melissa Fumero (Amy Santiago)

I’ll keep this updated with any new posts that are shared.

A reminder that while some cast members may choose to share their grief with the rest of us, others may choose to grieve their friend and colleague privately. Please respect that.

RIP to Andre Braugher, our beloved Captain Holt. The world is a little less bright without you in it.

#b99 #brooklyn nine nine #andre braugher #captain holt #rip to a legend #genuinely so sad about this one #raymond holt

[erastotle]

sergeant terry jeffords' right breast's name is eugene

he said it himself

brooklyn nine-nine season 5 episode 5 minute 4:27

#brooklyn nine nine #terry jeffords #sergeant terry jeffords #b99

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Burnin' Up - Firefighter!Chris AU (Epilogue)

A/N: Surprise! I couldn't not do an epilogue!

Summary: 2 months have passed since you reported your Father to the police and things are looking up

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Fluff! Minor Angst! Talk of Dead Minor Character!

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A couple of months later

You took a deep breath looking down at your lap, trying not to fiddle and fix your formal uniform for the 5th time in the same amount of minutes. Instead, you fiddled with your fingers in your lap trying to dispel the nervous energy you had.

You only looked up when you heard someone clearing their throat loudly, your eyes instantly finding Chris in the audience. He gives you a small subtle nod of the head before mouthing ‘breathe’ and demonstrating the deep breathing he wanted you to do. You copy him, your eyes never leave his, the nervous energy fading away.

“Our next recipient went above and beyond her duties and was brave enough to show nobody is above the law, not even a police commissioner,” The Deputy Commissioner said from her podium.

She had taken on the role of acting commissioner from the moment your father was removed from office. The investigation into him thankfully didn’t drag on nor did it go to trial since he admitted to it all. The investigation had dragged up more instances of corruption and him blackmailing other officers in the force, no less than 10 former officers came forward and gave their testimonies on how he drove them off the force. He probably hopes that pleading guilty would give him a lesser sentence, you’d have to find out at the sentencing next week.

The Deputy Commissioner was a welcome change to the force and in the two months she had been acting Commissioner she had made many changes for the better. You really hoped that she would win the vote and officially become the new Commissioner.

“every officer could learn something from Detective Sergeant Y/L/N, I know I certainly have so it is my honour to present her with a medal of commendation” She continues.

A large cheer erupts from the crowd as your squad, Chris’ crew and his family all stand up to applaud you. You couldn’t stop the smile that made its way onto your face as you stood up from your seat and made your way over.

“Thank you Ma’am” you smile, shaking her hand as you accept your medal.

“your welcome, you deserve it” she smiles warmly.

Everyone continues to cheer as you make your way back to your seat, only stopping when the Deputy Commissioner cleared her throat loudly. She didn’t seem to mind though if the smirk on her face was anything to go by.

Once the ceremony was over you made your way off the stage and towards your friends and family and most importantly Chris. Your squad greeted you first, all clapping you on your back, Ben giving you the tightest hug possible. Next came Chris’ crew and then his family, his niece and nephews wanting to get a closer look at your medal.

Finally, you got through the crowds and were stood in front of Chris, who looked absolutely gorgeous in his new uniform, the gold captain epaulettes shining proudly. Jeffords had officially retired from active duty following his accident, stating that the time with his family highlighted that they should have always been his priority. So Chris was officially promoted to Captain and you couldn’t be prouder of him.

“I’m so proud of you” he grins as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips “These are for you” he says pulling a bouquet of flowers out from behind his back.

“oh Chris they’re beautiful thank you so much” You smile as you accept the flower and breath in their fresh scent.

“you're welcome, I’ve got more for you at home” he winks making you chuckle knowing he didn’t just mean physical presents.

You also had to smile because Chris’ house was now officially your home too. Even though you had been living with him throughout everything that happened with your father and the investigation, once CSI were done with your apartment Chris asked if you officially wanted to move in and you of course said yes.

“my mom has also organised a celebratory dinner at her house” Chris continues.

“sounds delicious, but I have somewhere I want to take you first,” you tell him making his head tilt slightly in confusion “It won’t take long at all, I promise”

Chris was admittedly a little confused when you asked to take a detour on the way back to his mom's, but when you directed him to turn the car down the road towards the cemetery he slowly began to understand. If he was honest he was starting to get a little bit nervous too.

Once he park up he got out of the car and walked around to you. The bouquet of flowers that he’d given you was still in your hands as you slipped your hand into his. You didn’t say a word, just smiled softly up at him before leading him into the cemetery.

The air was silent with the exception of the occasional tweet for a bird as you walked. The atmosphere felt peaceful and maybe that helped put Chris at ease as you approached and stopped at your mom’s grave.

Your hand slipped out of Chris’ hand as you crouched down and began removing the older, wilted flowers on the grave and replaced them with some from the bouquet that he gave you. You then gently brushed away some dirt and dust from the headstone and took a deep breath.

“hey mom, sorry its been a while, life’s been pretty hectic but I’m sure you know all that” you start, the corner of your lips twitching upwards as you spoke “I’ve been meaning to come for a while now and I’m sorry I kept putting it off,” you say before taking a deep breath “I just wasn’t sure how you’d feel about everything that happened with father” you admit “I hope you’re not upset, I know you loved him but I hope you're proud that I stood up to him… I think you would be”

Chris let out a shuddering breath as he listened to you talk to your mom. He’ll never get to meet your mom but he feels confident that your mom would be proud of you. Your mom was a good mom, and any good mom would be proud of what you did.

“I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” you say standing back up and stepping back, your hand finding his once more “This is Chris and I absolutely love him with all my heart and I think you would too, he’s everything I know you would want for me and I don’t know what I did to deserve him,” you say smiling up at him.

Chris smiles warmly back down at you “I don’t know what I did to deserve you” he whispers as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

He then turned his attention back to the gravestone “I’m sad I never got the chance to meet you because I know Y/N must be just like you and that means you were a pretty incredible woman” he says making you smile gently, stepping closer into his side “I hope you’re at peace and I can promise you that I will protect Y/N with my life and will never let anyone hurt her again” he swears.

He heard you let out a small shuddering breath which made his attention snap back to you. He looked down to see you looking up at him, tears brimming your eyes but with a smile on your face and a look of gratitude in your eyes “I love you” you whispered.

“I love you too sweetheart” Chris smiled as he cupped your cheek and brought your lips up to his for a sweet kiss.

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The One

Jake Peralta x Reader - A whole year with Jake Peralta, from start to finish [1.9K Words]

Summer had made its way to New York City. The Saturday morning brought a certain busyness into the city. With the warming weather, Brooklyn is filled with friends meeting each other for brunch and tourists enjoying their vacation time at the park. You should be among them, your stomach yearning for a croissant from your favourite bakery and a cup of something other than stale coffee. But alas when your friend Terry Jeffords calls in for a favour, you answer.

You stepped into the unfamiliar precinct; the upper floor filled with detectives despite the sunny weekend. You were immediately greeted by Jeffords who was already making his way towards you with a latte and pastry baggy. You sighed in contentment graciously taking the treats in your hands and a bite of the fluffy bread.

“Thank you for coming in on your weekend off, our precinct sketch artist is out sick and one of my detectives really needs help.” The sergeant explained, quickly bringing you towards a detective desk. “This is Detective Jake Peralta; he has a witness coming in an hour for the 17th Street bank robbery. I offered my talents but, the last time that happened, it didn’t turn out so well.” There was a knowing look exchanged between the detective and sergeant.

Terry stepped away leaving you and Jake alone. You greeted him with a small Hi before making yourself comfortable in the detective’s extra chair. The detective gave you a small nod in response as you took notice of the sprawled half-completed Rubik’s cube and rubber band ball that cluttered his desk. A quiet filled the distance between you, bubbling you together.

“Let me guess,” You start, catching Jake’s attention. “Terry took too long sketching the perp and so one of your detectives asked how long it’ll take. Causing him to get annoyed and leading to…” You scanned the room, your eyes looking for any remains from the incident, “That broken coffee pot.” You concluded with a smug smile on your face while pointing at the evidence.

Jake tried to hide his smirk, bobbing his head in confirmation, “That’s impressive. That coffee pot is new though, how did you figure that out?”

“There was a sale at Goodwin's last week, and I have the same machine at home.” You smiled cheekily before turning your attention back to the buzzing of the office.

Although those sixteen words meant nothing to you, it was the beginning of everything for Jake.

From that moment on, Jake had made it his mission to get closer to you. After your encounter at the precinct, he took every opportunity to have you help out on his case files. After a series of extra-worked weekends and nights going over perp descriptions while picking at microwave nachos, he finally asked you on a real date. One date quickly turned into fifteen more before the two of became an official item in the fall.

The autumn season brought a much-needed routine into Jake’s life. His nights, previously plotless, were now filled with you. He waited patiently outside the 14th precinct for the end of your shift, his hands fidgeting with the drive-in movie tickets in his back pocket. Peralta’s face filled with excitement as he saw your figure rush towards him. His stance slightly wavered as you slammed into him with a hug, a light oof escaping his lips. He pressed a kiss on your forehead before placing another on your cheek, and then a final one on your lips – his touch saying I missed you and It’s been too long.

He tasted like coffee and a hint of peppermint, his calloused hands feeling rough on your cheek. As the two of you parted, your boyfriend wasted no time in revealing the movie he chose for your date. “Thir13en Ghosts?” You exclaimed in horror, eyes widening. “Jake, I thought we were going to watch a romantic movie.” You whined, your stomach already squirming at the thought of the potential gore and jump scares.

“Sweetheart I tried, but it’s October in New York and these were the only tickets available.” Jake's eyes pleaded, bringing your closer to his chest. “It’ll be fine. I’ll protect you; I promise.”

And Jake did.

Although you had spent most of the time watching the vivid horror scenes behind the windows of your fingers or behind the comfort of your shared blanket, Jake spent the entire hour and twelve minutes watching you. He couldn’t help but marvel at the way you instinctively turned into the comfort of his chest when a creepy figure appeared, or how you shut your eyes tight into his shoulder when you heard a scream. He kept his arm wrapped around you the entire time, even during the ride home and when the inevitable nightmares visited while the two of you slept in a shared bed that night.

If Jake had to choose his favourite sound in the world, it would be a tie between the beat of your heart and the whisper of your steady breath. He could feel both as you cuddled each other in sleep. With his insomnia getting the best of him, Peralta spent the night brushing the scrunch of your brows with his thumb, soothing your wild mind. He did feel slightly guilty for putting you through that scary movie, but he knew he’d make it up in other ways later on.

Winter arrived soon and as Jake predicted, he has thoroughly made up for your Halloween scare in a number of ways. One of which included bundling you in his scarf as the snow had blanked your figures on New Year's Eve. You walked into Shaw’s Bar; Jake following closely behind with a palm firmly placed on the small of your back. Though you abandoned your jacket on a bar stool, you kept Jake’s wool scarf tightly wrapped around your shoulders as if it would ward off any dangers. The clock stroke eleven signalling only an hour left until New Year’s.

“You guys sure took your time getting here,” Charles quipped handing each of you a beer, “Too busy smashing booties?” The detective teased, wiggling his eyebrows. Both you and Jake groaned at the innuendo, washing down the awkwardness with liquid courage. Boyle shrugged his shoulders unbothered by the situation, “Think whatever you want, we all know you were doing it.” The squad assembled together quickly at Boyles claim, adding their own remarks before the conversation changed to a discussion of resolutions and a sharing of drinks.

As the crowd buzzed with bets on who was going to get the most wasted and tipsy declarations of NO, I HAVE THE BEST BUTT OF THE NINE-NINE from the boys, Jake took the opportunity to pull you away from your hushed conversations with the girls. The room rang with a loud shout from the oasis of officers who began the countdown to the next year.

“Ten, nine, eight,…” The entire bar screamed as Jake pulled you in close, a drunken murmur of how good you looked in your dress escaping from his tongue.

“Seven, six, five…” You heard Diaz howl as she pounded back another drink, but you could only focus your attention on the look that Jake was giving you. His brown eyes were glassy dripping in colours of molasses, shining despite the darkness of the bar.

“Four, three…” Your lips couldn’t wait, your hands found the collar of the boy’s jacket before the clock had the chance to chime at midnight. Your mouths connected as the countdown finished, cheers ringing in the New Year. You smiled into Jake’s lips as you felt him kiss you back.

Jake’s hands melted into your body just like the snow did for the city’s eventual Spring. The roads were wet with dew and the season brought you much heartache. You’ve never responded to change well. So when you were transferred to another precinct across town, you found yourself overwhelmed. The wind picked up and guided you towards the subway where you’d had the worst morning of your life.

“Two men?” Rosa clarified, anger dripping through her tone. “What kind of cowards robs a woman at an underground subway stop?” She continued, venom dripping in her words. “If they were real men, they would come to fight us on the surface.”

You shook your head, shying away from the cleaning swab Amy was trying to place on your forehead, “I know it hurts, but try to stay still for a little longer.” Santiago advised as she continued to clean your wounds, carefully bandaging your scrapes.  

“Gina texted; Jake is on his way back to the office,” Rosa informed. The fact made you grimace even more.  

Your eyes burned from trying to hold back your tears, the last thing you wanted at this moment was to seem weak in a room of seasoned detectives. You cursed to yourself silently, frustrated by your own stupidity and obliviousness. Why couldn’t you just catch a break?

“Hey, we’re going to catch these guys. You don’t have anything to worry about.” Diaz comforted, taking notice of your trembling pout and the frustration radiating from your legs.

The two of you locked eyes, and a mutual understanding was reached as you continued to sit in silence. You turned your focus towards your fingers as you continued to play with the ends of a sweater Gina had lent you, your original top soaked and damaged from the run-in. “Yeah, I know.” You finally breathed in an almost whisper.

The sudden bang of an opening door caught your attention, your eyes meeting with the human embodiment of comfort and sunshine. “Hi,” You greeted weakly with a small wave, “How was the stake out?” You questioned with your humour providing a temporary ice pack for the twisting in your heart.

Once the other officers excused themselves, stepping out of the room, Jake bent down immediately and found your embrace. His knees supported you as you broke down, chest heaving heavily. Small kisses of I got you and Everything is going to be okay were planted on your tear-stained cheeks, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your back. The two of you sat there for what seemed like hours, Jake continuing to whisper comforting words in your ear.

The same guilt from Halloween surfaced in Peralta’s lungs. He should’ve pushed further in his offer to drive you to work, or he could’ve asked Captain Holt to transfer you to his precinct the moment he realized you were overwhelmed. Even with his spiralling, Jake knew that he would make things right again, that he was going to help catch the bad guys like he always did. But for now, his only vow was to be there for you.

Perfect, innocent, ever so lovely you.

You moved in with Jake later that spring, with a transfer to the nine-nine placed simultaneously. Though you were still shaken up, you were thankful that the worst morning of your existence bought you the best mornings for the rest of your life.

Jake caught your line of attention as you chanced a look up from your sketchbook, a blurry scene of charcoal pastels depicting your boyfriend’s frame in the Saturday morning light of your shared living room. You admired the way he held his coffee mug in one hand, with a morning comic in the other. “Hi.” You greeted quietly with sweetness lacing your voice. There was a different softness to your voice this time, one filled with domestic bliss and love.

The boy smiled back at you, eyes trying to capture your sun-kissed freckles, “Hi.”

You knew then that Jacob Jeffery Peralta was the one.

The quiet after his reply filled the air with an electric hum. And as the two of returned your attention back to your books, the same feeling from when you guys had met for the first time swelled again – a bubble encapsulating your journey together into the next season.

#jake peralta #jake peralta fic #jake peralta one shot #jake peralta imagine #jake peralta fanfic #jake peralta drabble #jake peralta blurb #jake peralta oneshot #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine imagine #brooklyn 99 #B99 #jacob peralta #jake peralta fanfiction #jake peralta x reader #jake peralta x y/n #jake peralta x you #jake peralta story

[fakerobotrealblog]

Brooklyn Nine-Nine distinguishes itself in its approach to gender, race, and sexuality within the workplace comedy genre. The show's ensemble cast, reflecting a spectrum of backgrounds, challenges traditional stereotypes. Captain Raymond Holt, a high-ranking, openly gay black man, serves as a powerful symbol of diversity in a leadership role.

Gender dynamics are explored through characters like Detective Amy Santiago, who defies gender norms by excelling in a traditionally male-dominated field. The series subtly critiques workplace biases while showcasing the strength of diverse perspectives. Additionally, the friendship between Jake Peralta and Rosa Diaz dismantles assumptions about masculinity.

The show tactfully addresses societal issues, such as racial profiling and discrimination, without losing its comedic essence. Terry Jeffords, a sergeant and family man, adds depth to discussions about race and stereotypes. The diverse relationships within the precinct provide a microcosm for exploring acceptance and understanding.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine skillfully incorporates LGBTQ+ representation, portraying relationships with authenticity and humor. The love story between Captain Holt and his husband, Kevin, normalizes same-sex relationships within the context of a workplace setting. By weaving these narratives into the comedic fabric, the show contributes to breaking down barriers and fostering inclusivity.

In comparison to other workplace comedies, Brooklyn Nine-Nine stands out for its commitment to authentic representation and its willingness to engage with social issues. The series goes beyond surface-level diversity, embedding thoughtful commentary within its comedic framework, making it a noteworthy example in the evolving landscape of television storytelling.

#brooklyn 99 #chatgpt #b99 #raymond holt #rosa diaz #amy santiago #terry jeffords #kevin holt #jake peralta

[blazefirefox]

B99 X GENSHIN AU CAST LIST

Here's the cast list I so far of my Brooklyn 99 x Genshin AU! Like I said before, I haven't extensively watched B99 yet, so if some of the characterizations are off, bear with me!

Jake Peralta is Shikanoin Heizou

Amy Santiago is Yanfei

Captain Holt is Neuvillette

Sergeant Terry Jeffords is Wriothesley

Rosa Diaz is Kuki Shinobu

Gina Linetti is Kirara

Charles Boyle is Kaveh

Scully & Hitchcock will be both Venti and Itto, they just mess around and don't do their jobs lol (they're also interchangeable with each other)

lastly for now, Kevin Cozner is Zhongli because i think Neuvili is funny (i love them with my whole heart)

Edit: I was in a rush to finish this so I completely forgot that I got the idea for Neuvillette to be Holt & Wriothesley to be Terry from @s0n1cdrag0n!)

#genshin impact #rambles #genshin x brooklyn 99 au #yanzou #shikanoin heizou #yanfei #neuvillette #wriothesley #kuki shinobu #kirara #kaveh #venti #arataki itto #zhongli #neuvili

[justarandomtortoise]

and just like sergeant Jeffords said; i’m living this new in life style, a.k.a. IN denial

#b99 meme #brooklyn 99 #peraltiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #terry jeffords #raymond holt #in denial

[isthatmanahimbo]

Today we bring to you perennial fan-favorite Terry Jeffords!

Terry Jeffords is one of the main characters of Brooklyn 99, a Mike Schur and Andy Samberg project which aired on Fox in 2013, which moved to NBC for its final seasons from 2019 - 2021. Portrayed by Terry Crews, Jeffords is first the sergeant then lieutenant of the eponymous 99th precinct, and has variable roles throughout the series' tenure, most often filling the niche of mother hen adjacent to Captain Holt's stern father figure.

Given of course that he is played by Terry Crews, we can be assured that this man is beefcake central. Although it is often hidden under tasteful pastel shirts and ties patterned en vogue, Jeffords' physique is remarked upon at least once per episode, with the occasional episode centering around his stature. In one notable instance, he is unable to perform a undercover operation and must train Jake Peralta in his workout routine so that he may take his place – what actually takes place is a montage of Peralta desperately working to make up the lack in his physical prowess before giving up. This happens multiple times throughout the series. In another instance, Peralta takes a running leap at Terry, causing him to drop his coffee in favor of catching Peralta. When asked if it was any effort at all to hold up a grown man, Jeffords replies that it's about the same as holding a couple of grapes. Indeed, the entire precinct knows what's up with Sergeant Jeffords – and if it were not clear to the audience, we have regular reminders from Gina, for whom it is a running gag to attempt to get Terry to remove his shirt. Queen Gina speaking for all of us, as usual.

Now if you have been following this blog for a while, you will know that one thing that we value just as much as having the skill to make one's pecs dance (which we see Terry do onscreen multiple times), it is a family man, and Terry's a family man to a T. His introduction to the series and the first major character arc that he goes through has to do with the anxiety he feels as a new parent of twin baby girls - what would they and his lovely wife do if he were to fall in the line of duty? He overcomes this anxiety with the help of Gina and Captain Holt (and much departmental mandated therapy), but his love and respect for his wife and daughters shine through in every episode thereafter, and quite often carry over into all of his other relationships with the team. Terry could easily be played off as the stereotypical aggressive black man, but the show's narrative emphasizes that Terry's heart is as big as his muscles, and that he values his wife and all of the women in his life just as much as he does the yogurt in his fridge.

And it is clear that his comrades value him all the same. This author would hesitate to call a married and devoted man a slut (although we do learn that he and his wife conceived their children to Beyonce, so mad respect for that game), but we do know that Terry is a major Chad, having earned the respect of everyone in the 99 - indeed his team's reliance on his opinion of them often leads to some comedic miscommunications, such as when Amy and Gina discover that Terry is writing a childrens' book for his twins and that the two female leads are inspired by them. They bicker and argue over what this means until Terry delivers a rousing speech in the elevator about how they should come to trust and respect themselves a little bit more (which veers into charmingly awkward territory as the elevator ride only commences when Terry has finished). And Jake, main character that he is, has never had a bad thing to say about Terry that he hasn't immediately corrected.

If Terry is to have a flaw in himbodom, impeccable specimen that he is, it is that he is too intelligent. It would be easy to write it off as simply detective-savvy - the man is the sergeant of a major precinct in the largest local police organization in the world, after all - but we see demonstrated time and again that not only is Terry a genuinely intelligent man with a lot to offer in many academic pursuits, he's actually a huge-ass nerd. A notable instance is the case he insists on solving for the protection of a JRRT-GRRM-esque author that Terry has idolized since his childhood, using the book's lore and the author's own professional history to solve the case. Indeed, resident bookworm Amy indicates in one episode that if anyone in the precinct were to solve a particularly hard word-puzzle, it would be either her or Terry. Bold words from someone with more than a dozen organizational binders.

This author's ambivalence cannot be overstated when we say with certainty: that man is not a himbo.

Total Himbo Score: 21

#is that man a himbo? #false friends! rating: not a himbo #brooklyn 99 #b99 #terry jeffords #terry crews

[ddejavvu]

ok so the guy you’re crushing on is middle aged, bald, in a post it ion of authority and from a show with 7 or more seasons. The only people I can think of from shows that I’ve watched is captain holt or sergeant jeffords from Brooklyn nine nine

I haven’t seen B99 😔

#Mei’s mail #guess mei's peepaw

[libraryenergylife]

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If Jake wins, Amy has to go on the “worst date ever” with him. It’s revealed that the two overachievers have had a long-running bet to see who can catch the larger number of bad guys. Two in a row! The week after the first essential episode, Brooklyn Nine-Nine really started developing what would become a key relationship: the one between Jake and Amy Santiago (Melissa Fumero). Robinson and Samberg are fantastic in the first example of their increasingly great buddy/nemesis chemistry, but this is an episode that allowed Lo Truglio to break out of Boyle’s regrettable season-one Diaz infatuation and show off his excellent physical-comedy abilities and his character’s culinary fearlessness. And a scene where Holt admonishes the team for mistreating Boyle while holding two adorable puppies is an early example of what would become one of the show’s strengths: undercutting traditional notions of masculinity. The B-plot here is solid too, as Boyle returns from being shot, forcing everyone to be so nice to him that they even allow him to order lunch (a.k.a. Rosa instantly senses that Doug is pulling some sort of scam, and the dynamic between Diaz and Peralta elevates the episode, defying a “dumb guy who stumbles into solving the case” setup of so many cop sitcoms - Jake doesn’t solve the case and he doesn’t trust his partner, even when she says, “1,000 push-ups,” their code for absolute confidence.

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Fans who fill us with joy."īrooklyn Nine-Nine season 8 premieres on NBC on August 12 with two episodes.“I’m so thankful to NBC and Universal Television for allowing us to give these characters and our fans the ending they deserve,” said executive producer Dan Goor. Fans who literally saved us from cancellation. "But most of all, I feel lucky that we have had the best fans in the world. "They are not only among the most talented people in the business, they are all good human beings who have become a family. In his statement from February 2020, Goor gushed about the cast, saying: "I feel incredibly lucky to have worked with this amazing cast and crew for eight seasons. "Terry loves yogurt, Terry loves love-and TERRY LOVES YOU." The NINE-NINE will live on forever in my heart and in the hearts of millions of fans around the world. "I will miss Terry Jeffords because he IS me. We came back stronger and better- all thanks to your love and support. "I'm so thankful for the fans who kept us alive when we were dead in the water. The highs, the lows and everything in between-but we made it. 8 years with this wonderful cast and crew.

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Summary: After overhearing a phone conversation, Chris invites you to the Evans family BBQ 

Word Count: 9.1k

Warnings: Angst! Fluff! Alcohol Consumption! Language! Talk of active shooter situations! Mention of Character death! 

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Part 7: The Evans Family BBQ

Chris was stood on the street observing his crew as they worked to get the garden fire under control. So far they had managed to contain it and prevent it from spreading into other gardens or out into the wooded area at the bottom of the backyard, but they were still working on getting it completely out.

“Jimmy how’s it looking?” Chris called out as he walked closer.

“getting there! We’re really battling the lighter fluid though” Jimmy called back over the noise of the hose.

Chris just nods glancing over at the fire before shaking his head, when will people learn. He turns his attention back over to the triage that had been set up to deal with the burn victims that had tried to play hero. Jamie and Emma were busy working away on the few injured.

“how you guys doing? Need any more assistance? Supplies?” Chris asked walking over to the tent.

“no we’re good, they were all lucky, the burns are quite minimal, just waiting on a couple more ambulances to arrive so we can transport the worst to hospital” Jamie explains as she checks over a burn on a man’s arm.

“Evans! Hawkings!” Captain Jeffords calls out grabbing Chris’ attention.

Chris jogs over to the Captain, Paul joining a few moments later “what’s up cap?” Paul asks brow raised.

“dispatch need a two man crew to help cut a man out of doggy door, I’m sending you two in” Captain Jeffords explains barely looking over at Chris and Paul, his attention still solely on the fire.

“of course Captain we’re on it” Chris nods looking over to Paul who nods his head in agreement.

“good, take the SUV all the equipment you’ll need is in there already” Captain Jeffords explains sparing Chris a quick glance as he chucked the keys over to him.

Chris nods easily catching the keys “c’mon Paulie lets go” Chris says patting him on the shoulder.

The two of the climb into the car, getting the address from dispatch and making their way through the city. The ride was fairly silent, the only noise being the sirens and the occasional beep of the horn to get the traffic to move. However as Chris drove he slowly became aware of the smirk on Paul’s face.

“are you gonna say what you’re thinking or continue to sit there like the Cheshire cat?” Chris huffs glancing over at Paul.

“its nothing, you just seem eager to get to the job that’s all” Paul comments.

Chris arches a brow as he glances over at Paul “it is part of our job to get there as quick as possible” Chris points out.

“yeah but this isn’t a major emergency… we don’t need to be honking at every car in the way” Paul says just as Chris hits the horn again, a low growl of frustration falling from his lips.

“I wouldn’t need to honk if people were paying attention to the siren and actually got out of the way” Chris grumbled honking the horn a couple more times.

“so this eagerness to get there has nothing to do with the potential chance that your girl might be there” Paul smirks.

“she’s not my girl” Chris states quickly making Paul’s smirk grow.

“so you’re not denying your eagerness to see her then” Paul points out.

“I’m not eager to see her, she probably isn’t even the one who called it in, I bet she has much bigger fish to fry now she’s a sergeant” Chris points out shaking his head slightly.

“oh c’mon Chris you know you’re hoping its her, we all see you smiling at your phone whenever you get a text from her, you’re always in a better mood after hanging out with her the evening before” Paul says nudging Chris’ shoulder.

“we’re just friends that’s all” Chris defends shaking his head slightly as he sighed, because he couldn’t really deny it, even if it was a slim chance he was hoping it was you calling it in, he did always seem in a better mood after hanging out.

“so you aren’t thinking of asking her out again?” Paul asks looking over at Chris.

“no” Chris says almost instantly, shaking his head “we’re better as friends, less complicated”

“what’s so complicated about it?” Paul asks with a huff of a laugh.

“well you know with everything that happened, both of us working in the emergency services” Chris says suddenly struggling to think of more reasons, despite his brain telling him there was definitely more.

“doesn’t sound complicated to me” Paul points out making Chris sigh.

“it doesn’t really matter, those feelings are gone” Chris says shaking his head.

“are they? Or have you just buried them because its easier?” Paul asks.

Chris doesn’t answer, keeping his eyes set on the road ahead. He wanted to tell Paul he was wrong, he didn’t have feelings for you anymore. He’d seen the other side of you and didn’t like it, didn’t like being the target for it. But he just couldn’t get the words out. It was complicated, even if life did seem simple when you were around.

Thankfully they turned onto the street where the man was stuck and pulled up outside of the house next to the police car. Climbing out Chris made his way up the drive towards the back gate. As he rounded the corner he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you stood there hands on your hips as you looked down at the guy stuck halfway through the doggy door.

Chris paused for a moment just taking in the scene, you were stood there in a white blouse, black leather jacket and jeans. Hands on your hips, eyebrow arched as you looked down at the perp, a look of exasperation on your face. You then looked up your eyes meeting his, a warm smile appearing on your face as you walked down the stairs of the deck towards him.

“I promise I don’t chase all my perps into situations like this” you state with a smirk.

Chris laughs recalling the time he freed your perp from underneath a fence. The atmosphere this time though was completely different, he was receiving a warm smile from you this time, not an icy glare.

“are you sure? Because if I had a nickel for every time I cut a perp free for you, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but its strange its happened twice” Chris smirks shrugging his shoulders.

You narrow your eyes as you look up at him “did you just quote Phineas and Ferb?” you question.

Chris chuckles shrugging his shoulders “I have young nieces and nephews” he explains.

“hey if you don’t cut this guy free I’ll do it myself” the detective near the perp calls out over to the two of you.

Chris raises a brow looking down at you in question “that’s Diaz the new transfer from the NYPD, Benny’s off sick, but don’t worry she’s scarier than she looks” you explain shaking your head gently “that being said you better go cut the guy free”

Chris chuckles nodding his head as he looked over at Paul who was stood to the side with a shit eating grin on his face. Chris just rolled his eyes at him “get the gear” he ordered.

“yes sir” Paul smirks giving Chris a quick salute before turning and heading back to the SUV.

“so what happened here then?” Chris asks nodding to the perp as you and Chris walk over to the door.

“guy got pretty wasted, came home, key wouldn’t work so tried to get in through the doggy door, which is a great plan except for the fact that his house is actually that one” You explain pointing to the house next door “and you’ll never guess what” you add with a smirk.

“he doesn’t own a dog?” Chris guesses.

“bingo, the owners of this house got home saw him halfway through their doggy door, passed out, so called the cops” you explain putting your hands on your hips.

“so not a burglar?” Chris confirms.

“nope, if he was a burglar he’s the worst ever, worse than the wet bandits” you comment making Chris bark out a laugh.

“home alone, good movie” he smiles nodding his head.

“er try best movies of all time?” you retorts shaking your head at him.

“nope, nothing beats Legends of the fall” Chris states shaking his head.

You just shrug your shoulders “never seen it”

Chris’ jaw dropped “what! How have you never seen it!” he exclaims hand instinctively reaching out to touch your arm “we need to change this right now, what are you doing tonight?” Chris asks.

“nothing” you chuckle as you looked up at him.

“good because we’re having a movie night, I’ll bring the movie you bring the snacks” Chris states leaving you no room to argue.

You laugh at him but nod your head “okay fine, my place?” you offer.

“sure I’ll text you when I get off shift” Chris smiles nodding his head.

He watches as you smile down at the floor before looking up at him, his own smile growing on his face. a warm sensation filling his chest as he looked at you.

The moment was then interrupted by Paul clearing his throat loudly “if you two have stopped flirting can we cut this guy free now?” he asks.

“we weren’t flirting” you say quickly, shaking your head “just friends”

Despite the fact Chris agreed with you, he felt his smile fall slightly. His throat growing tight forcing him to clear it with a loud cough. You glance up at him with a raised eyebrow and an unreadable expression on your face. Chris just gives you a quick awkward smile before turning to Paul and getting on with the job.

That evening Chris made his way round to your apartment, after briefly stopping at his house to change into a comfy pair of grey sweatpants and navy Henley. He quickly jogged up the stairs pizza boxes in hand before knocking on your apartment door.

A few moments later you opened the door also now in comfy clothes, wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized Boston PD tee, your hair was pulled out of your face in a messy bun. Despite all that a smile broke out on Chris’ face because you still looked incredible.

“I thought I was dealing with the snacks” you point out nodding to the pizza boxes.

“these aren’t snack, they’re dinner” Chris corrects as he steps into your apartment, toeing off his shoes.

“dinner and a movie, wow am I a lucky girl” you smirk as you close the door behind him.

“what can I say I know how to treat a women” Chris playfully smirks before suddenly realising what he said “you know as a friend”

You nod your head clearing your throat “yeah- yeah of course” you say rubbing your hands together nervously “why don’t you set that up and I’ll grab up some drinks, beer?” you suggest.

“yeah sounds good” Chris nods moving over to your TV.

As he crouched down to put the DVD in he let out a quiet but deep sigh as he rubbed his forehead, his hand running down over his beard as he glanced over his shoulder. He couldn’t see you but he could hear you moving around the kitchen, the occasional sound of beer bottles clinking against each other. He could almost picture you walking around, using your hips to shut the drawer that you got the bottle opener from, nudging the fridge shut with your elbow. He found himself smiling at the scene he was picturing in his head before his brain suddenly shut it off reminding himself that you were only friends.

“got it all set up?” you ask walking back out to the living room.

“yeah, all good” Chris nods clearing his throat slightly as he stood back up, accepting the beer taking a long pull.

“good, now this movie better live up to the hype” you say turning to sit down on the couch crossed legged.

“it will I promise, movies are my thing” Chris promises as he sits down, reclining back on the couch, one arm outstretched across the back.

“is that why you have a superhero complex?” you smirk knowingly.

“I plead the fifth” Chris comments with his own smirk, reaching out to grab a slice of pizza.

You roll your eyes at him grabbing the remote and pressing play on the movie before grabbing a slice of pizza for yourself and happily munching away. For a second Chris completely forgot he was here to watch a movie, his favourite movie, because he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Watching with a small smile on his face as you happily ate the pizza, small sighs of context escaping your lips.

You must have sensed him watching because you glanced over with a frown on your face “what have I got sauce of my face or something?” you ask your thumb quickly wiping the corners of your lips.

Chris chuckles shaking his head “no you’re good” he smiles.

You give him a slightly confused smile back, but don’t question him further about why he was staring, going back to eating and focussing on the movie. Chris bit his lip slightly as he gave you one last glance before turning his attention to the movie, yet he still couldn’t focus on it, his mind elsewhere, thinking about how much he liked how relaxed you were around him.

Every other girl he’d spent time with, whether it be a one night stand or one of his failed relationships years so, would always make sure they looked their best. They wouldn’t be caught dead wearing baggy and old clothes, they also wouldn’t dive into the pizza they would take tiny mice bites to avoid sauce getting everywhere. Yet you did none of that.

The hopeless romantic part of his brain was telling him that it was because there was some connection, and you were different to all the other girls, that maybe Scott was right all along. But then his realistic part of his brain kicked in, trampling the hopeless romantic side back into its grave. You weren’t putting in the effort because you didn’t see him more than a friend, you didn’t seem him as a romantic option. Whenever he hung out with the crew Jamie would dress similar to you because they were friends, this was the exact same.

You and Chris were friends. End of Story.

About half an hour into the movie your phone started ringing, you quietly cursed as you pulled out your mobile “sorry I have to take this” you apologise quickly.

“its fine don’t worry” Chris smiles grabbing the remote and pausing the movie.

You gave him a thankful smile before standing up and answering your phone “good evening sir, is everything okay?” you say into the phone.

There was silence as you listened to whoever it was, Chris guessing it was your captain, your head gently nodding, teeth nervously biting at your lower lip.

“yes of course let me just grab the file and I’ll get you up to date” you say scratching the back of your neck as you walk out of the living room down the hall to your bedroom.

Chris waited in silence for a moment, only hearing the muffled sound of you talking to your boss down the hall. As he waited his eyes began to wander around the room, taking in all the different knickknacks you had lying around, the books you had and the photos on the side. He saw one with you and Benny at Disneyworld, Chris could practically hear the laughter as the pair of you posed with Officer Judy Hopps. He then spotted one from your graduation from the police academy, he recognised the man stood next to you as your father.

However to anyone who didn’t know who your father was, and what he looked like, they would probably assume you were strangers. Because despite the proud smile on your face, the distance between the two of your spoke volumes, it looked far too formal to be a father and daughter. A fact that made Chris frown, recalling his own photo with his father when he passed his firefighter training. His photo was much more familiar, the smile on his father’s face wide and proud, not small and courteous like your father’s smile.

His train of thought was then interrupted by you walking back in and slumping down on the couch with a heavy sigh “sorry about that” you apologise looking over at him.

“its okay, does your captain normally call your this late off shift?” Chris asks glancing at his watch.

“it wasn’t my captain, it was my father” you explain shaking your head.

“oh” Chris frowns, finding that nugget of information confusing since from the way it sounded it didn’t seem like you were.

“he wanted to know how my current case was going” you explain sitting back, your head resting on Chris’ forearm, something that if you realised you didn’t say anything about.

“oh okay, It all sounded very formal just assumed it was your boss” Chris says clearing his throat trying to ignore the funny sensation in his chest that he started feeling as soon as your head rested against his arm.

“yeah my father has always been pretty strict about that, if its work related I must refer to him by rank” you explain with a casual shrug of your shoulder “I’m sure it must be the same for you with your father”

Chris frowns once more at this, he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that there was parents and families who had this sort of relationship with their children. It was all too formal and backwards.

“i-I mean I guess” Chris stumbles “but only around others, if its just me and him its more casual”

You just hum at this “anyway lets get back to the movie” you say grabbing the remote and pressing play before Chris had a chance to question it further.

For the rest of the movie Chris couldn’t focus on anything except what he’d just learnt about you and your father. He glanced back over at the photo of you and your father, deciding that the more he found out about Commissioner Y/L/N the less he liked him.

A couple of days later Chris was at his mom’s house out in the garden playing with all the kids.

“Uncle Chris focus!” Ethan shouted getting Chris’ attention “you’re gonna make us lose!”

Chris blinked a couple of times before returning his attention back to the small game of wiffleball he was playing with the kids and Scott.

“don’t worry pal, Scott is terrible at batting” Chris reassures him as he smirked over at Scott who was holding the bat.

“careful you don’t want a repeat of the softball incident” Scott smirks wriggling his eyebrows.

Chris rolls his eyes at his brother, the incident at the softball game had since become a big joke in his family “that’s a lot of talk for someone who rarely hits the ball” Chris retorts.

“bring it on Christopher” Scott goads getting into position to bat.

Chris got ready to throw the ball, deciding not to hold anything back to teach his brother a lesson. However before he even got a chance he got interrupted by his older sister.

“Kids come inside! Lunch is ready!” Carly called out from the back door.

The kids instantly dropped everything and made a beeline for the house, Chris smirk shrugging his shoulders as he looked over at Scott “save by the bell hey?” Chris smirks.

“yeah you got off lucky” Scott retorted, dropping the bat and turning back towards the house.

Chris took this opportunity to throw the ball at Scott hitting him on the back of the head “hey!” Scott complained turning back around to Chris.

“wasn’t me” Chris said pointing over to dodger.

Scott rolled his eyes “you’re a child, an actual child” Scott scoffed walking back towards the house.

“c’mon bubba” Chris chuckled before jogging to catch up with Scott, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and ruffling up his hair.

“urgh Chris!” Scott whined trying to push Chris away but ultimately failing.

“hey pack it in you two!” Lisa scolded lightly from across the room where she was helping the kids plate up their food.

“sorry ma!” Both Chris and Scott called out in unison.

“I hope you two won’t be this much trouble at the BBQ this weekend, I swear you two are worst than the kids” Carly says with a pointed look.

“don’t worry Carly, we’ll be on our best behaviour” Chris says holding his hands up as he walked over to grab himself some food.

Carly hums unconvinced before going back to help Stella cut up her sandwiches into triangles.

Chris smiles as he begins to plate up some food for himself, taking a little bit of everything since he could never decide which of his mom’s cooking was the best.

“you okay sweetie?” Lisa asks as she comes to stand next to him.

“hm? Oh yeah just hungry after all the running around” Chris nods as he scoops up some potato salad.

“you sure? You seemed a little distant earlier, what’s going on up there?” Lisa asks quietly pointing to his head.

Chris sighed glancing around at everyone, thankful that they were now a good distance away, sat down eating their food, not paying attention to this conversation. Since he stepped in the door today all he could think about was you, specifically whether you every experienced this sort of family vibe. Did you father ever take you aside when he saw something was bothering you? did you have cousins to play with on a warm summers day as a kid?

“nothing, I just-“ Chris starts before sighing as he tried to find the right words “at the theatre, are there kids or families there that aren’t as close as ours?” he asked.

Lisa frowns slightly as she put down her plate to give him her full attention “I mean I guess so, with me being a stay at home mom it meant I had more time to do stuff with you guys, not every parent has that luxury but I wouldn’t say they were any less loved” Lisa tells him “why do you ask?”

“well.. I was hanging out with Y/N a couple days ago and she got a call from her father but from the outside it sounded like a call with her boss, not her dad and she said it was normal but I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it” Chris sighed shaking his head.

Lisa hummed nodding her head slightly “well not every family is as lucky as we are, I know her family went through a lot after her mother died” Lisa sighed.

“you knew about that?” Chris asks surprised.

Lisa nods her head with a sad hum “yeah your father told me about it when it happened, he probably knows more about the situation so he could probably answer your questions better” Lisa explained.

“I just feel so bad for her, losing her mom and then her dad being as cold as he appears, what if she never got to experience something like this?” Chris says nodding over to the large table full of his family.

“sometimes life isn’t fair, but just because her childhood wasn’t as happy as yours, doesn’t mean she deserves this kind of life any less, the past doesn’t define our futures” Lisa tells him putting a hand on his back and rubbing it soothingly “why don’t you invite her to the BBQ this weekend?”

“do you think she’ll want to come?” Chris asks sceptically.

“I’m sure, everyone is welcome here” Lisa smiles warmly.

“thanks ma” Chris smiled leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

You had been a nervous wreck all morning and you had no clue why. Well actually the fact that you had been invited to a big BBQ party by Chris was kinda freaking you out but you had no clue why it was freaking you out. you’d hung out with Chris plenty of times now, you’d even go as far as saying you were good friends. So why is being invited to a party so terrifying.

When Chris gave you the address you were surprised to find the house was actually in the suburbs of Boston, you’d expected him to have a bachelor pad or something. You were even more surprised when you pulled up outside a decently large house, coming to the conclusion that this couldn’t be his house.

Your theory gained more evidence when you knocked on the front door and were greeted by who you recognised as his mother.

“oh I’m so glad you could make it, come inside” Lisa smiled ushering you in.

“yeah I’m glad I had the day off” you chuckled nervously as you glanced around the house.

It was an impressive house, one that definitely felt like it was built for a large family, pictures of Chris and his siblings and the rest of his family hanging on the walls. It all felt very homey, it was the kind of house that you dreamt of.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring anything, I found out a bit to late” you apologise.

“oh its fine dear there’s plenty of food to go around, can I get you a drink?” Lisa asks as she leads you through the house and towards the kitchen.

“oh um yeah just a beer please, but I can get it” you say rubbing your hands together nervously.

“oh no dear don’t you worry” Lisa smiles waving you off as she opens the fridge to pass you a beer “and please make yourself at home, any friend of Chris’ is a friend of the family”

“thank you, you have a lovely home by the way, it’s beautiful” you compliment gesturing around at the house.

“oh no dear, this isn’t my house, it’s Chris’” Lisa corrects you with a smile making you equally surprised and confused, she must have seen your confusion because she quickly explained “he brought this place a little while after his niece and nephews were born, he loves having them over to stay but wanted there to be plenty of space and a garden to run around in”

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened to Lisa, a smile growing on your face because of how sweet the reasoning was. The more you got to know Chris the further he appeared from the asshole who pushed your buttons for fun. It was almost unbelievable but it also made sense, even on that very first night you could tell how kind and caring he was.

“oh wow that’s really sweet” you smile.

“yeah he really is a big softie, even if he does wind everyone up time to time” Lisa smirks with a wink making you laugh.

“yeah he does have that talent” you chuckle taking a sip of your beer.

“who has what talent?” Chris asks as he walks in heading straight to the fridge to grab himself a beer.

“nothing dear” Lisa smiles innocently as Chris looked over his shoulder with an arched brow “are you not going to greet your guest?” she prompts him.

“well you were the one who beat me to the door” Chris points out with a smirk.

“its in my nature” Lisa defends making Chris chuckle.

“yes you are the neighbourhood mom, I swear my pals always went to her for advice over their own parents” Chris told you, sending a warm lopsided smile to his mom.

“and that offer is still open today, even for you” Lisa agreed nodding over to you.

“thank you Ms Evans” you thanked her.

“please call me Lisa dear, I’ll leave the two of you to it, just don’t burn the place down” she smirks before making her way out of the kitchen.

Chris chuckles watching his mom go before smiling over at you “thank you for coming by the way, I’m glad you could make it” Chris smiled.

“its nothing, thank you for the invite” you smile shaking your head gently.

Chris shrugs gently as he smiles at you “c’mon let me introduce you to everyone, and be warned we’re all a little mad here” he smirked as he walked over towards you and guided you to the back door.

You laugh looking at up him “what is it with you and Disney references recently?” you question.

“I told you, young niece and nephews” Chris chuckles but you narrow your eyes unconvinced.

“I don’t believe you” you hum before gasping excitedly “you’re a Disney adult aren’t you!”

“I plead the fifth” Chris mutters as he hides a grin opening the back door and gently pushing you outside with a hand to your lower back.

You laugh up at him, feeling warm all over from the sun and his proximity “if it makes you feel better, I am too” you tell him quietly.

“yeah the picture of you and Benny with Officer Hopps kinda gave that away” he smirked.

You gasp playfully “stalker” you smirk.

“just being observant” Chris fires back with a playful grin.

The sound of a dog barking grabs your attention and you look out and around Chris’ back yard. It was beautifully spacious with a good sized pool that people were lounging around, dangling their feet in the water. People who you recognised as Chris’ crew were stood around by the BBQ, a fact you found quite funny because of course the firefighters would be in charge of that. On the beautifully kept lawn you could see kids running around with a brown and white dog, running and dodging the large trees, one of the kids jumping on one of the tree swing before being told to be careful by Lisa.

“c’mon let me introduce you” Chris smiled leading you over to the BBQ.

“right you already know Paulie and Jamie” Chris starts “but this is Jimmy, Steve who is now dating my brother Scott, and this is Captain Jeffords and his wife Clara” Chris says introducing them to you one by one.

“hi nice to meet you guys officially” you smile, waving nervously.

“ah so you’re the girl who knocked Evans down a peg or two” Captain Jeffords smirked holding out his hand “can you tell me your secret?”

You laugh glancing up at Chris who was rolling his eyes “I could but then I’d have to kill you” you smirk making everyone laugh.

“whoa I better not be missing out of introductions!” someone exclaimed joining the group.

“and this is my brother Scott” Chris says introducing his brother who had wrapped his arm around Steve’s shoulder.

“I have to say you are one of my favourite people ever since you nailed Chris in the balls at that softball game” Scott grins making you laugh “actually even when you slapped him”

“alright lets introduce you to everyone else” Chris said guiding you away from his brother and friends who complained loudly.

Chris introduced you to the rest of his family, including his two sisters and his niece and nephews. He then called over the final person with a whistle, the brown and white dog you’d seen earlier racing over to the two of you.

“and this is dodger, my firefighter pup” Chris smiled scratching dodger behind the ear.

“I thought fire station dogs were dalmatians” you point out as you bend down to give dodger some fussing.

“yeah but after we found him we couldn’t really let him go” Chris admits with a shrug.

“you rescued him?” you asked surprised.

“kinda he just appeared one day sleeping outside the station, we took him to the vets but he had no owner, or at least none that wanted him which was just insane because from the get go he was always this sweet little boy, always wanting to say hello but trying his hardest to be good” Chris sighed shaking his head slightly.

“well it looks like he found the right owner in the end, but I’m surprised you called him Dodger, not very Bostonian of you” you comment with a raised brow.

“I called him that because he looks like the Artful Dodger from Oliver and Company” Chris admits scratching the back of his neck.

“definitely a Disney adult” you smirk playfully.

Chris laughs nodding his head making you instantly smile as you stand back up to your full height “well either way its very sweet how you adopted him” you tell him.

“you sound surprised” Chris comments with a small smirk.

“past me definitely would have been, but current me isn’t, well maybe a little bit, but it makes sense” you say as you look around at the large crowd of his family and friends.

Chris smiles bashfully looking down at his feet as he shoves his hands in his pockets, he glances back up at you his mouth opening as he went to say something but all that came out was “oofh” as his eldest nephew barrelled into him.

“Chris come play! You said you’d play” Ethan complained pulling on Chris’ arm.

“In a bit buddy, I’m just hanging out with my friend at the moment” Chris told Ethan gently.

“she can play too!” Ethan exclaimed looking over at you with hopeful eyes.

“I don’t think Y/N-” Chris starts before you interrupted him.

“yeah I can play” you smile nodding your head.

Chris looks over at you surprised before his face melted into a warm smile.

“yes! C’mon we’re playing cops and robbers! You can be a cop because you’re a real life one which is so cool!” Ethan exclaims dropping Chris’ hand to grab yours and dragging you towards the rest of the kids.

“I thought you said my job was cool” Chris said with a small pout as he followed after you.

“yeah but cops are cooler!” Ethan explains making Chris’ eyebrows raise slightly.

You laugh looking over your shoulder at Chris poking your tongue out bragging about your most recent victory in your on going playful feud.

It was starting to get late when Chris carried Stella out to Carly’s car, the little girl fast asleep in his arms, face smushed into the crook of his neck, small hand grasping the small medallion around his neck. He knew Stella was probably too old and too big to be carried like this but as long as he was able to pick them up, Chris would always let his niece and nephews climb all over him.

“thanks for carrying her out Chris” Carly smiled as she opened the car door.

“it’s alright I’ll always have time for my little stelly” Chris smiled as he bent down to put Stella in her car seat, detangling his chain from her hand carefully.

“they had fun tonight, they’ll definitely sleep well tonight” Carly chuckled quietly as she looked in at the car full of tired kids.

“I’m glad they enjoyed it” Chris smiled warmly.

He had a lot of fun spending time with all his friends and family today, put if he had to pick an exact moment it would be when you and him played with the kids together. Even when he was exhausted and tired of the kids climbing all over him, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw you interacting with the kids. It all seemed so natural, as if it had always been this way, like you had always been there. It made the hopeless romantic in him resurface despite knowing nothing would ever happen.

“yeah they love Y/N too, you should have her around more often” Carly tells him.

Chris sighs shaking his head as he scratched the back of his neck “I dunno-“ he started.

“Chris stop self-sabotaging” Carly interrupted making Chris’ eyebrows raise in surprise “I know it’s a bit scary for you, and you like to have things planned out, but just go with the flow with this one okay?” she tells him putting a hand on his arm.

Chris for a second didn’t know what to say, part of him wanted to nod his head and agreed with her but that little voice in his head was telling him no. That if he went with the flow it would only end badly, he needed to keep things how they were. So instead he settled for a joke to ease the tension.

“you’re not my mom, you can’t tell me what to do” he chuckles half-heartedly.

Carly rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head at him with a small smile on her face “no but I am your older sister so I have a little sway” she retorts making Chris laugh gently.

“just don’t do anything rash okay?” Carly sighs.

“I won’t I promise” Chris concedes wrapping his arms around his older sister giving her a tight hug, kissing the top of her head “drive safe” he tells her patting her on the shoulder as he steps back.

“will do, and I’ll text when we get home” Carly says stepping back towards the car “now get back in there and go with the flow” she adds pointing to the front door.

Chris laughs nodding head “going with the flow” he agrees.

He watches as she climbs in the car and pulls away down the drive way, waiting until the car was out of sight before looking away. letting out a long sigh as he looks up at the starry sky as if the answer to the question he didn’t know was up there. As he stepped back inside the house he ran straight into you, his hands grabbing your arms to keep you steady.

“whoa hey where are you going?” Chris asked looking down at you.

“um home? Its late” You say with a slightly confused look before glancing down at his hands on your arms, Chris only just realising he was still holding you and quickly letting go.

“you can’t go you’ve been drinking” Chris states shaking his head at you.

“don’t worry I’m not driving I was just going to call an uber or something” you reassure him holding up your phone.

“I’m still not letting you go” Chris says making you sigh in annoyance.

“why not!” you argue “I’m more than capable of getting an uber”

Chris could see you were getting irritated at him so held up his hands to placate you “I know, I’m not saying you’re not, I just don’t like the idea of you getting a uber this late at night on your own” he reasons.

You frown slightly in surprise as if that idea never crossed your mind, something that Chris didn’t like at all. Had no one ever looked out for you like this? He doubted your ex did, and really hoped your father did.

“oh um I’ll be fine I’ve done it plenty of times before” you tell him shaking your head gently.

“that doesn’t mean you will be this time, all it takes is one creep” Chris presses making you sigh deeply.

You rub your forehead tiredly before dropping your arms in defeat “what do you suggest then Chris?” you sigh.

Chris thinks for a moment, he hadn’t really thought this far ahead. All he knew was that he couldn’t let you go home alone. If he was sober he’d drive you himself but that wasn’t an option and you lived too far away for him to walk your back. He glanced around the room hoping there was someone he trusted that could drive you back but there wasn’t anyone. Leaving only one option, the one that the little voice was saying it was a bad idea.

“do you have work tomorrow?” Chris asks you.

“no I have the whole weekend off for once” you say shaking your head.

“great, you can stay here then and I’ll drive you back in the morning” Chris decides, your jaw falling slightly.

“Chris no I can’t” you say shaking your head, Chris ignoring the small feeling of hurt at your rejection.

“you can, c’mon its fine” Chris presses.

“no Chris, I don’t have anything that I need, nothing to sleep in, a toothbrush” you list off shaking your head.

“don’t worry about all that, I’ll sort that just please stay” Chris says a pleading tone to his voice.

He watches as you look up at him, your eyes searching his for a moment. He could see you were doubtful still so he put as much reassurance he could into one look, watching as your resolve broke.

“okay fine… I’ll stay” you concede.

“great! I’ll go get everything sorted go make yourself comfy” Chris says pushing your back towards the living room.

Chris instantly dashes off up the stairs, hearing your laughter as he went. He poked his head into one of the guest rooms he had making sure it all looked okay and was nice and tidy. He then made his way into his room and his ensuite, opening the cupboard under the sink he grabbed the spare unused toothbrush he kept there as well as a new tube of toothpaste. Once he sorted that he made his way into his closet, he quickly found a pair of old sweatpants that didn’t fit him anymore and one of his tops.

On his way back downstairs he grabbed a towel and flannel for you. In the time it had taken for Chris to get everything ready, the last couple of guests had left meaning when he got back downstairs it was just you.

“where’d everyone go?” Chris asks as he walks into the lounge.

“they took the opportunity and ran for the hills” you joked looking up at him from your spot on the couch, dodger curled up besides you.

“from me or you?” Chris smirks making your roll your eyes at him.

“right here you go, let me know if there’s anything else you need” Chris says passing you everything.

Your eyes widen in surprise at the pile of stuff he’d sorted for you “should I be concerned you have a toothbrush on stand by for overnight guests” you smirk arching a brow.

Chris laughs throwing his head back laughing “its new don’t worry” he promises you.

“I’m glad to hear it, thanks Chris for sorting all this out” you smile nodding down to the pile in your hands.

“its nothing anything to make you feel comfortable, your room is first of the left, I’m just gonna finish tidying up the kitchen so I’ll see you in the morning” he says nodding to the kitchen running his hands down his legs.

“do you want some help?” you offer making him smile.

“no I’m good, get some rest” Chris reassures you.

“okay well goodnight Chris” you smile.

“goodnight Y/N” Chris smiles watching as you head up the stairs to bed.

Chris wasn’t sure what time it was but he couldn’t sleep, the warm nice weather of the day had been replaced by a wet and stormy night. Climbing out of bed he quietly made his way down to the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water.

He leaned against the kitchen island sipping at his water as he stared out the window admiring the storm. Chris had always loved nature so it was no surprised he was fascinated by storms, the way the lighting danced across the sky, how the thunder rolled like waves and how the rain tapped against the windows desperate for attention.

Whenever there was a storm Chris would always find himself away watching the sky. If anyone asked he’d say he was just making sure a tree didn’t get struck and catch fire, that he was just on standby for something to go wrong. But really it was just because he loved them so much.

He was just putting his now empty glass back in the sink when a large clap of lightning ripped through the sky, lighting up the entire room as if it was daytime. But that wasn’t what caught his attention, it was the large crashing noise he heard right above him. For a moment he was confused as to why there would be a crashing up there but then his brain caught up and he remember your bedroom was right above the kitchen.

Chris cursed quickly running up the stairs his heart hammering and his head going a million miles an hour, going to all the worst-case scenarios. What if a branch had snapped and the wind had swept it through the window? What if you were seriously hurt? He’d never forgive himself if something happened to you.

He didn’t even knock when he burst into the room, hearing your startled scream at the intrusion. Chris blinked a couple of time his eyes scanning the room confirming that no there wasn’t a tree branch through the window. His eyes finally falling on you crouched down on the floor a smashed lamp on the floor around you.

“I’m so sorry- the- the storm it” you stuttered like you were struggling to breath.

Chris watched as your hands shook as you tried to clean up the mess, wincing slightly when you finger scratched across a broken shard on the floor. Seeing you in pain spurred Chris into action, instantly crouching down and reaching out to grab your shaking hands.

“whoa, whoa stop you’re gonna hurt yourself” he told you feeling your hands shake in his, making him grip onto you tighter to stop it.

“I’m fine Chris I- I- I just need to-“ you stutter, Chris hearing you quietly sniffle as you looked down to avoid his gaze.

“Y/N” Chris said trying to get you to stop “Y/N stop” he pressed squeezing your hand finally getting you to look over at him.

His heart broke when he saw the tears and fear in your eyes, Chris looked at you confused for a moment trying to work out why a broken lamp caused all this. Did you fear him or something? Were you scared of his reaction?

Suddenly another clap of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the fear on your face, Chris watched as you flinched so much your hand was ripped out of his. You let out a poorly concealed scream of terror, your hand clasped over your ears to block out the noise. Chris cursed as the pieces fell into place, you were terrified of storms.

“hey, hey its okay” Chris reassured you getting a close to you as he could over the broken shards on the floor, his arm reaching out around you to rub your back.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry” you stuttered, your entire body shaking in fear.

“its okay, right just put your arms around my shoulders” Chris says guiding your hands to his shoulders.

Your hands shook as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder, once he felt you were secure he reached out and gently scooped your up into his arms. He stood up and carried you out of the room, he paused for a second trying to work out where exactly to take you. at first he thought about taking you downstairs but there were more windows and more open. So instead he opted to take you to his bedroom instead.

As he walked into his bedroom, Dodger raised his head from his bed watching Chris’ every move. Chris gently settled you down on the bed, quickly whistling for dodger to jump up knowing how relaxing it felt to have him around. Once you were settled down Chris quickly examined your hand relieved to see it wasn’t too bad and already stopped bleeding.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to break-” you stutter shaking your head slightly.

“hey its okay stop apologising, accidents happen” Chris tells you gently, but you just shake your head looking down.

“hey c’mon now” Chris sighs gently, hopping into bed besides you, wrapping his arm around you pulling you into his embrace.

Chris continued to comfort you, holding you close so you practically sat in his lap and reassuring you that everything was fine and that the storm would pass. He’d feel you slowly begin to relax but every time there was another clap of thunder it would be straight back to the beginning. Chris felt completely helpless he didn’t know how to calm you down while the storm still raged.

“did I ever tell you about the time I made Scott piss his pants?” Chris said suddenly.

“what?” you sniffled, your head still buried in his chest.

“yeah we were kids, only about 10 or 11, and we were out playing in the backyard and I wanted to play a prank on him, so I said instead of going inside to have a pee why don’t we just pee, like not in a bush, but just pee our pants” Chris said recalling the story struggling to hold back his laughter “he didn’t seem convinced so I told him I was already going, so he went, but just as he was going, I told him it was a prank”

“that’s mean” you sniffle.

“that’s not the worst part” Chris chuckled readjusting his hold on you so you were even closer to him “our babysitter pulled up so I ran over and told her that Scott peed his pants”

Chris could feel you still shaking slightly but when he looked down he could see you were actually laughing, wiping away the tears on your cheeks “so you’ve always been an asshole then” you chuckled weakly.

“yeah I guess so, Scott took the fall for a lot of my shit” Chris smirked as he looked down at you.

“can you tell me more?” you asked him quietly, glancing up at him sheepishly.

“more?” Chris asks surprised.

“yeah like from your childhood” you clarified sniffling slightly.

“oh okay, yeah sure” Chris nods racking his brain “god where to start”

Chris spent the next hour or so recounting stories of him and his siblings, like how he whacked Scott around the head with a book, splitting his head open. The time he pushed Scott over and he hit his head on the coffee table, splitting it open again, Scott taking the fall and saying he fell. The time that Chris pulled a massive strip of wallpaper off the wall, how his mom went mental and Scott took the blame again even though there was no way Scott could have done it.

“Scott must really love you if he took the blame that many times” you commented wiping away the last of your tears.

“yeah he’s my oldest friend really, thick as thieves” Chris chuckled shaking his head slightly.

“that’s really sweet” you smile your head still resting against his chest.

Chris hummed slightly as he looked down at you before glancing out the window, it took him a moment but then he realised the storm had stopped. All that was left was the rain which was now much more calmer than before. Chris went to tell you that it was over but stopped himself because he didn’t want this moment to end. He didn’t want you to go back to your bedroom, so he asked you a question instead.

“have you always been afraid of storms?” Chris asked gently.

You let out a long shaky sigh making Chris worry that he’d overstepped “yeah” you finally said.

“when I was younger my mom would always come into my room and make sure I was okay, but after she was gone I had no one” you told him quietly.

“what about your father?” Chris questioned.

“he didn’t understand it, he would just tell me to go back to bed so I kinda learnt to deal with it” you admitted making Chris’ blood boil with anger.

“for a while I was fine, but then I joined the force and it got worse again” you sighed shaking your head.

“why?” Chris asked you.

“um- I uh” you stutter slightly.

“hey its fine you don’t need to tell me” Chris reassured you sensing your hesitation.

“no- i- I want to” you say shaking your head “it was my first month as an uniformed officer, there was a shooting at a shopping mall and me and my partner were one of the first on the scene, to this day the sound of bullets echoes in my mind, my uh my partner got killed in the line of duty”

“shit Y/N” Chris muttered “I’m so sorry”

“its- its okay, it was a long time ago now” you say shaking your head “ever since my fear of storms has been back and worse than ever”

Chris sighed wrapping his arms around you tighter, his chin resting on the top of your head, resisting the urge to place a kiss to the top of your head “have you ever seen someone about this?” he asks you gently.

“yeah I got sent to the occupational therapist but it didn’t really work so I stopped going” you tell him but Chris got the impression that it wasn’t the full story but decided not to press further.

“did you try to find a therapist that worked for you?” he asked getting a shake of the head in response “I think you should, they really help when you find the right one”

“I dunno… I don’t really want to think about it right now” you sigh shaking your head.

“okay, that’s fair, what do you want to do?” Chris asked.

You looked up at him hopefully “A Disney movie?” you ask hopefully making Chris chuckle.

“yes of course, Beauty and the Beast?” Chris suggests grabbing the TV remote from his bedside table.

“sounds perfect” you smile.

As Chris set the movie up he expected for you to move away from him, sitting down in the space besides him. But you didn’t, you remained in his embrace, even going as far as to snuggle down closer into him. The movie began to play and you stayed put, Chris feeling you relax completely in his embrace.

Barely half an hour into the movie Chris noticed you had fallen asleep in his arms, your head resting against his chest, your features completely relaxed. Chris smiled gently as he brushed some hair out of your face, the warm sensation in his chest returning as he was unable to stop himself from pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Chris couldn’t deny it any longer, he still had feelings for you and those feelings were pretty damn strong. He was no longer okay with being just friends with you, he wanted that first night again but without all the mess. He wanted you in his arms every single night. He just hoped you felt the same way.

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The Summer of Love

Jake Peralta x Reader - Taking care of each other when you get sick [1.08K Words]

“Babe, come on, open up!” Jake called into your apartment door.

It had been days since Jake had last seen you. Since he last saw you, work had turned into a chore and the nights he spent without you felt lonely. The Brooklyn summer was supposed to bring in what Jake had planned to be the Summer of Love featuring his favorite actors: drive-in movies to see your favorite films, Sunday mornings spent with your parents at brunch, and weekday nights making gummy worm pancakes in celebration of solving whichever case you two had been partnered on. Instead, the intense New York sun had brought in a haze of dryness and a waft of heat that put you in a sickly trance.

Jake knocked on your door once more, before deciding enough was enough. “Okay, I’m coming in!” He warned as he fished the spare key to your place out of his jean pocket. The keys jingled wildly as he jimmied his way through the door. He burst into the apartment, taking in the scene. The room was something close to a crime scene, take out boxes stacked haphazardly on your counters, empty tissue boxes decorating your carpet, with a trail of loose socks leading into your room.

You groaned at the sight of your boyfriend, shielding yourself under your covers.

“Awe I love it when you call me Argh Huff Mmurr,” The detective joked sarcastically mimicking your grunts while throwing your stray socks into your laundry hamper with a soft Jordan when it fell into the basket. “It’s always so endearing.” Jake took in your sleep messed up hair and cough syrup tinted lips. Your condition was worse than Jake had anticipated, he was going to need to call for back-up.

In record time the rest of the squad had arrived, masked up and ready to be assigned a task. “Thank you all for coming here today on your weekend off,” Jake greeted. “I’m calling this Operation: Heal the Babe, the babe being (Y/N) and healing being the goal of this mission.”

The squad collectively raised their eyebrows, “Yes, there was no need to explain any of that.” Jeffords started.

“And do you have to make everything a movie mission Peralta?” Holt questioned, agreeing with the sergeant.

“Babe is also such an outdated nickname, speaks loudly on your modern take of feminism Jake.” Santiago teased earning a smirk from Diaz.

The gang quieted down their taunting as Jake admitted the flaws in his mission name and began assigning positions. With the responsibilities assigned, the group broke out in a quiet Nine-Nine cheer as to not disturb your sleepened state. Boyle had begun whipping up what he would describe as a fabulous blend of legumes brewed in a blend of Tahitian spices and chicken broth. With his hands full sprinkling egg noodles into the soup, the chef continued to hum happily at the concoction he was stewing. At the other corner of the room Holt and Santiago had begun the task of organizing all the piled up mail and missed package slips you’ve neglected. The others - Jeffords, Linetti, and Diaz - ventured off to the pharmacy for snacks and supplies.

Although Hitchcock and Scully had originally joined the mix, the pair had drifted off in their own mission. Without either of the two being seen by anyone, Jake had tasked himself with dealing with the mess. Once Jake had bagged the evidence of your food containers and slewn garbage, he promptly snuck his way back into your bedroom for some recon. He jumped over the trenches of your stacked pillows and shimmied under the vent of your blanket fort before hitting the jackpot - your adorable face.

Your cheeks were dusted red due to your fever and a similar tint shown on your crinkled nose. “Jake,” you rasped his name in protest. “Get out, I don’t want to get you sick.” Your whine came out soft, dismissing any harness in your tone.

Jake shook his head with a smile before planting a soft kiss on your pouted mouth. “Rule number one of police work: never shy away from a challenge.” Peralta whispered before giving you another kiss, this one feeling deeper than the first.

You let out a small laugh accepting defeat, “I’m pretty sure the first rule of policing is to protect and serve,” You countered. “Thank you for coming to save me.” You reach up to brush a fallen curl away from your boyfriend's face, dragging your thumb down his cheeks, familiarizing yourself with the curve of his jaw.

Peralta’s corner lip lifted up further as he noticed you wearing his old police academy training shirt, “What can i say? I missed my partner. This was supposed to be the Summer of Love!” He leaned his cheek into your palm, finding comfort in your touch. The detective had forgotten how soft your hands were. “Plus the glowy skin your fever is giving you is doing something for me.” Jake winked, beaming despite your eye rolling. He knew there was no hate in your actions, and the long nights without you had made him throw all caution into the wind. He snaked his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. Jake had leaned into your presence once more, making you erupt with giggles as his lips teased your shoulder and neck.

Before long, away with the wind, Jake's immune system was also tossed to the side. As soon as you had gotten better, you saw that Peralta was missing from your first day back at the precinct. Before you could reach the seat of your desk your phone rang with a text notification. You unlocked your phone revealing a picture of Jake in your old police academy t-shirt, the hem riding up his stomach as the shirt fit over him tightly, fitting a size too small. Jake’s happy expression despite his sickened state made you smile. You chuckled, as you cleared your evening schedule while asking Boyle for his chicken noodle soup recipe.

As life would have it, the Summer of Love had a recasting of its feature actors. The movie now starred: days of you nursing Jake back to health, a month's worth of the both of you catching up on missed work, and a string of late nights spent over boxes of pizza and confusing case files. Although your summer had not turned out like how either of you had wanted, you were happy to finally have spent some time together.

And on cue Hitchcock and Scully had finally returned during one of your late night missions with a steaming thermos filled with sweet coffee. “Hey Jakey, the ladies at the coffee shop gave us these tickets to the drive-in movie this weekend. Did you want them?”

Jake smiled looking your way, “That’d be nice,” he said leaning in to give you a kiss, not a worry in his mind. “The Summer of Love reprise sounds like a great movie.”

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[ms-rampage]

Y/n: "Cain! Where is my dog?!"

Javier: "Aren't you standing right next to him?"

Y/n: "This bitch?? Please. Watch *kneels down* Shake, shake, pssh idiot. I know one of you took Cain, and you did it for the sake of the heist, but if anything happens to him, I will end you. I couldn't bring myself to neuter Cain, but I will neuter you all."

Bonus:

Y/n: "Wait a minute these aren't baked kidney beans. These are some common beans. And you're not Cain. You're just some common bitch."

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