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8:50AM, The 99th precinct.
The bustling noise of the precinct is apparent, even before Alex and Major step out of the elevator.
The footsteps of thick, black, boots clomp and a cloud of stress looms over the office and through the wedges of the doors.
Ding!
They each step through the thick metal doors and into the chaos with coffee in hand. Major leans over Alex's desk, putting all his weight onto the palm of his left hand. They look at each other with wide-eyes, before Alex pipes up.
“Well there goes our dinner reservation” he rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his coffee
Major's voice is gentle, but curious, "What do you think could be going on?"
Alex takes a deep breath and pauses to think. His eyes glide over the busy stations, the empty cups of coffee, and the noisy officers.
"I'm not sure...Probably drug theft?"
"Someone stealing coke wouldn't make the front page here; people do coke everyday, if drug theft was this rare we’d be out of a job" Major reasons sarcastically.
Alex asks, "I've got nothing, what do you think?"
He's about to respond when Captain Holt comes striding out his office. For once, his serious, blank demeanor seems appropriate.
His voice projects, "Everyone, briefing room, now!"
Alex and Major quickly shuffle into the briefing room, sitting down next to each other, with their thighs close enough to touch. Major smirks to Alex knowingly as Alex rolls his eyes
Holt explains, no calmer than before, the issue.
"There has been a major heist at BNY Mellon in Brooklyn also known as New York's oldest bank and they prefer to keep rather quiet about this as to not involve major crimes if possible"
Peralta's face lights up at the mention of a job that can’t be poached by major crimes, “A heist, like a real heist?!”
Holt rolls his eyes at Peralta's antics. “Yes, there has been a real heist and whomever did it must get caught hastily”
“How heisty we talkin’?” His voice is affected by the large smile on his face. It sounds as though he’s yawning.
Holt responds, “The works.” Staring dead at Peralta, emphasizing.
“Did they- did they go full mission impossible?!”
“I’m not sure, I have never seen that movie, however it does say the perpetrator likely lowered himself from the ceiling down to the floor, stealing a quarter million dollars in cash.”
Peralta squeals, “Full mission impossible!”
Holt, exhausted and unamused, growls, “Enough. I am, due to Peralta's clear inability to take this seriously, giving the case to Santiago and Major”
Jake erupts “What the hell!?”
Santiago politely speaks up, “Actually, sir, my case load is already full, and I have meetings all through today.”
“Alright, then. Rosa can take it.” Holt resolves.
Rosa’s gruff voice, corrects him, “I’m leaving on vacation tomorrow, and this seems like a big deal”
Holt contemplates, “Right, I forgot...Boyle?” he raises a brow.
“I’m working on all of Amy’s cases, sir.”
Holt’s tongue is pressed firmly against his cheeks as he contemplates letting Peralta win. After a sharp exhale, he decides.
“Alex and Major will work the case”
Peralta whines, “But-”
Sternly, Holt interrupts. "That's enough out of you, Peralta." Before declaring the meeting over.
Quietly, Holt raises two fingers to call Alex and Major over to the side.
“Let's discuss in my office.”
Anxiety creeps into Alex’s chest as they slowly walk over, being led by Holt.
Major signs to Alex, “He’s gonna tell us not to fuck.”
Alex snorts, and signs back, “No! He’s gonna tell us not to (Fingerspelling) Canoodle”
Major nudges him slightly with his hand and they both smirk before sitting down. Holt carefully closes the door behind him, and takes the seat across from them.
“I understand, you two being in a relationship and working a case is a conflict of interest." Holt states.
Their posture is tight. Alex, looking in Holt's direction, nodding along, while Major is looking away, trying not to laugh.
“But I'd rather have you two on the case than allow Peralta to play games.” He snarls before continuing, “I’ll say it once now, I trust you two, but no canoodling. You two will not canoodle.”
Major fully starts laughing.
Alex giggles, then collects himself. “You can trust us sir, no canoodling.” He smirks as he says it.
Major is roaring with laughter as Alex grabs his hand and drags him out of the room.
10:05am, BNY Mellon - Brooklyn Location
Alex organizes his thoughts, “Since he went up through the roof and lowered into the vault room, we’re going to need to go up there and look for evidence.”
“Right” Major agrees.
“And they also want us to inspect the sides of the building, while we’re up there by being lifted slightly over to the top and checking for any signs of any prints on the exterior windows.”
“Mhm… do we both have to do that?”
“I mean, it could be a one-person job. Maybe if i’m needed somewhere else-”
“No-I mean, I’m kind of scared to go up there, and I think I'll die being elevated like 7 stories up…”
Alex sharply inhales, “I’m scared too?!”
“Could you, please?” Major pleads using his best puppy dog eyes
“Please don’t make me go up there!” Alex winces.
“How about this, we have to interview the witnesses first, whoever gets the most information doesn’t have to fall to their death on the rig of doom?” Major suggests.
“The workers comp would pay for a nice vacation but, you’re on.” Alex hesitantly agrees.
“Haha very funny, hilarious even ” Major says, rolling his eyes, he waits for a second and they make eye contact.
Major sprints for the door and Alex follows suit.
“Go fuck yourself! I'll go up there when I'm dead I'll go up there when I'm dead” Major screams trying to pull Alex back, despite Major being older and taller, he had a bad hip and Alex was much faster.
“How can you go up there if you’re dead! That makes no sense!” Alex says while trying to crawl under Major
“Your mom makes no sense!” Major yells, pulling Alex by the hand.
“You’re so Insufferable!” Alex retorts, kicking at Major, it's surprisingly effective and he frees himself. Getting up quickly, gaining speed before hitting the door frame first.
“Suck it” Alex says, sticking his tongue out, flipping the bird to Major.
“I think this is why Holt doesn't assign us together,” Major says, rolling his eyes.
“At least we’re not fucking” Alex says ruffling Majors hair playfully trying to walk off. “Uhm actually it's canoodling.” Major says pointing a finger up posing like a nerd
“Eat shit Matthew.” Alex snaps using the taller's full name, flicking his head and starting his walk to the car back up.
“Thats not what you called me last night!” Major yells as Alex walks out to the car, Alex gives Major the finger before yelling out “Car!”
Major shakes his head and walks towards him.
12:14 pm, The 99th Precinct - Interrogation Room B
Alex begins interviewing his first witness, Maxine Dearham, age 23.
Maxine is in an elegantly fallen floral dress with carnations sprinkled across the pattern and her blonde hair falls neatly in her sun bathing hat with a baby pink ribbon across the brim.
Her voice is low, like a quiet breeze, effortlessly flowing yet mysterious and breathy, her eyes shifty but soft at the same time somehow.
Alex sits down hitting the record button on his phone when he presents,
“Case number 23-D45-638, Interviewing Witness… Maxine Dearham, Miss Dearham, can you tell me what you saw at what time and what you were doing when you saw it?”
Maxine sits up promptly and speaks her voice carrying through the interrogation room like a summer wind. “I was out on a walk with my dog, his name is Chimpy, and we were doing our regular route and things seemed normal.. Then there was this man, he seemed suspicious for sure, he was wearing all black including a face mask to cover his identity and he was exiting the bank through the back entrance, he wasn’t wearing a badge just.. He was suspicious.”
Alex nods and takes a deep breath in “Thank you ma’am your cooperation is greatly appreciated, you’re free to go.”
Alex hits the pause button on his recording and sighed, that gave him minuscule amounts of information. On the same end he had a feeling Major hadn't come up with much more.
Also 12:14 - The 99th Precinct - Interrogation Room D
In Interrogation room D, Major is speaking with the manager of the bank.
Rodger Flank, He looks to be around 45 wearing a blue button up so light you could almost say it was white. What you could say for sure was that Hitchcock would spill nacho cheese on it immediately if he wore the same. Major hits the record button on his phone
Nothing happens
Major’s phone was known to be temperamental at best and a pain in the ass at worst. He had only had it 3 years but it being one hundred dollars at the bodega down the street from the precinct, he could only expect so much from it.
“Goddamnit, Pardon me sir just give me a second” Major apologized
Slam!
Slam!
He banged his Phone against the metal table twice angry and the piece of metal for refusing to cooperate.
“I-I only recently got this job, I can't believe this happened! B-but I couldn't see! I was hiding behind my desk!” Mr. Flank rambles as Major tries to fix his phone
“Uh huh.. One second..” Major says trying to restart his phone.
“Please you have to believe me I couldn't rob a bank!” The man pleads as major shakes his phone up and down twice before pausing.
“You’re not a suspect, you know that right?”
“I-im not? I thought cops only called you to the precinct if you were a suspect..”
Major puts his head in his hands and points to the door motioning for the man to get out as his tolerance for idiots and his phone has expired.
4:00 Pm - The 99th Precinct - Briefing Room
Alex walks in, his iconic black notebook with star doodles clutched in his hands, he's going over his color coded, alphabetized notes when Major walks in, legal pad in hand, scribbles, doodles and egregious handwriting filling the page.
“I don't see why we have to do this in the briefing room, it smells like Scully's hemorrhoid donut.” Says Major spraying his cologne on his hand then rubbing it under his nose for good measure.
“Its the Concept of the white board Matthew” Says Alex, Honed in on his notes.
“Ew never do that again” Major says shaking his head sitting down as Alex gets up quickly to work on the whiteboard
“You seem eager to ride the rig of doom” Major taunts
“I’m eager for you to go fuck yourself” Alex Retorts with an eyeroll
“As long as you come too” Major says as Alex looks at him with a raised eyebrow playfully.
“Is that your comeback?” he says smirking.
Holt walks in,
“How about the two of you refrain from making ejaculation jokes while in the workplace”
“Sorry, sir.” Alex apologies.
“He started it..” Major mumbles
“Can you two present the evidence without the meaningless childish banter?”
Holt sits down and waits for them to present expectantly.
“The bank manager said he didn't see anything, he was very tearful and worried and spoke maybe two helpful words the whole time. He was effectively useless and apparently didn’t know how the New York justice system worked.” Major recalls with an annoyed look.
Alex relays, “My first witness was just passing by on a walk, said she saw a suspicious figure exit the building far past closing hours.”
Major competes, “My 2nd witness was a 40 year old man named James Baker, he saw the thief fiddling with the door.” He looks at Alex competitively
Alex recalls, “My 2nd witness was a 19 year old intern Paul Mcbarn, who claimed he was in his car when he saw someone run out with the money!”
The tension in the room is tight when Alex asks “So? Who gathered the most evidence?”
Holt is confused and annoyed at the two when he speaks up, “Who gathered the most evidence? Detectives, there is a quarter million dollars missing and you want to know who gathered the most evidence?”
Major sheepishly admits, “Whoever lost had to be the one-had to be the one to go on the rig to check for window prints..” His voice got softer as the sentence went on.
“This is outrageous!” Holt exclaimed, “I have never heard something so childish, you two are afraid of a window washing rig?” His face confused and frustrated with the two of them.
They each coyly confess, “Yeah…”
Holt decides, “You two will both go on the window washing interface and will settle this childish fear whilst there.”
5:00Pm BNY Mellon - Brooklyn Location
Alex and Major stand on the rig, as they are slowly lifted up. The ground gets farther and farther away from them as time goes both their eyes are glued shut.
Alex shakes “I hate this I hate this I hate this-” He nearly gags, “I’m gonna throw up”
Major closes his eyes, and exhales deeply, fearfully trying to ignore his surroundings. “If you throw up I'm gonna throw up so please don't!"
They offer each other's hands and breathe for a few minutes. “We're so high!” Major winces. Alex groans, "Don't remind me, please”
Once ready, Major opens his eyes, and Alex looks around them.
“It’s kinda pretty from up here.” Alex notes, trying to find an upside.
“Shut up!”
They take the prints, close enough to touch one another, maybe out of tenderness for each other, but mostly out of fear of falling. admiring the view of the rig Alex motions and they're slowly lifted back down.
“We did it! We actually survived the rig!” Major says.
“We're not on the ground yet.” Alex teases.
“Oh! Did you know the reason people knock on wood is bec-” Major shushes him, with a palm to his mouth. “Dont ruin the moment” He softly requests.
Just before they get lowered, Alex plants a kiss on Major’s forehead as the sun-sets behind them.
“We did it together.” Alex says. “We always do.” Major replies. They exchange smiles, before bursting out into laughter as they’re lowered down to safety.
“Y’know our reservation at Vanessa’s doesn't start till 8:00” Alex offers.
“Lets fucking go then” Major says getting out of the rig and grasping Alex’s hand.
8:13, Vanessa’s , Brooklyn Location
The two are seen at a table, Major wearing a green short sleeve button down over a white t-shirt marinara sauce on his lip.
Alex is across from him wearing a sleeveless top with a skull on the front, a stark contrast from his work attire which normally consists of a button down and dress pants.
The two are laughing about something, the busy bustling of the restaurant provides a lively ambience around them.
Vanessa’s was by no means a fancy restaurant, peanut shells on the floor as they shared a plate of spaghetti. But it didn't need to be fancy. They had each other.
That's all that mattered.