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The morning briefing started as usual, just going over any important new leads, maybe reassigning a case or two, but today ended with an announcement they had all been dreading, yet knew was inevitable.
“Oh and–” Captain Holt paused for a second to get his squad's attention back, as he had started to end the meeting before his final statement, “–we are getting a detective replacement for Sergeant Santiango. They have found someone they believe will be a suitable replacement for her. He will be starting here tomorrow morning. I assume you will be welcoming.” Finishing the last sentence, Holt had a stern (as always, but like, different) look on his face, testing his detectives, but slightly rested it when no one seemed too eager to haze the new detective.
“Can welcoming include completely ignoring?” asked Rosa, raising her hand a bit, but not waiting to “be called on”, like it was just an announcement she was talking.
“Yes.” The captain replied, getting ready to leave before Charles started talking.
“Can welcoming include a fruit basket?” he asked, then continuing, but eventually fading off, “Is he allergic to anything? What’s his name? I’ll probably need it for a card- do you know his favorite fruit?” And he keeps going, but quiet enough to really just be talking to himself.
“A fruit basket would be fine.” Captain Holt answers. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much. I met with him a couple days ago and he seemed.. Energetic. But smart and nice.”
“What is his name though? Gotta know who my new partner is.” Jake says, in a tone that would usually be excited but seems a bit disgruntled due to not having Amy as his partner anymore. (even though they hadn’t actually worked together for a few weeks.)
“Detective Jackson. But you will meet him tomorrow.” Holt answers, waiting for a second to see if they had anymore unnecessary questions, then continuing, “Dismissed.” he finishes, waving his hand for them to go, then gathering his papers and folders and leaving the room.
The rest of the group disperses, but still gather and covnerse throughout the day about their new detective.
Amy and Jake stand getting coffee and otherwise generally chatting in the kitchen when Amy brings it up.
“I really wish he gave us his full name; I like to know my people.” Amy says, but knowing she’d never pry about it to Captain Holt.
“Me too.” Rosa says, appearing out of nowhere, also refilling her coffee, and definitely not meaning it in the same way as Amy did. Amy, if she had the first name, would likely do mountains of research, for a detective not even in her squad, while Rosa would- actually, who knows. But probably not the same thing. Or at least not with the same intent.
“Yeah.” Jake says, a bit absentmindedly while he sips his coffee.
“Come on babe, I’ll be downstairs doing my work. Not even that far or anything.”
“‘I’ll be downstairs doing my work’ – title of your sex tape. But yeah, no- you’re right. It’ll be fine.” Jake smiles as he says it, looking at Amy.
“I agree with Amy- just suck it up and stop being a douche.” Rosa adds.
Amy seems to almost wince at the twisting of her words. “Sure. That.”
People seem to keep needing coffee, as the conversation group grows.
“Terry thinks that it’ll be nice to have someone new in the precinct, yeah? And that we will welcome him and not spite him for replacing Santiago? ” Terry says, joining, although he’s actually getting yogurt, not coffee.
“I agree- just as long as Jake stays my best friend- not this new, weird, ‘detective Jackson’.” Charles interrupts, oddly marking his territory on Jake and saying “detective jackson” in an obviously mocking tone.
“You were just talking about getting him a fruit bask-” starts Jake, but he’s interrupted by Gina.
“I realllyyy don’t care about most of this, but I do request that he’s hot. Like, hot hot.”
“He’s already been chosen, you can’t really-” Amy says, but fades off as Gina walks away without a second thought.
Captain Holt suddenly walks out of his office, addressing the small group. “Is there a reason to why you are all gathered in the kitchen?”
“No, sir.” Amy says, one of the only people to still, even if seldom, call him sir.
The five start to go back to their respective desks, or floors.
“Diaz, I want you and Jackson to work on the jewelry store robbery case you are on when he gets here tomorrow.” The captain says, and starts to go back to his office.
“Captain.” Rosa says, and he turns. “If I finish it tonight would I still have to work on my next case with him?”
“No.” He answers, and goes back to his office.
She nodded slightly and sits back at her desk.
The light chatter continues throughout the day, but no more than when any new detective or anyone was coming. The talk mostly consisted of wondering where he was transferring from, if he was nice, and what his first name was. The first name guesses were mostly lighthearted jokes, or slight questioning if he was another Jackson that they knew. (it IS a very common last name.)
Next morning’s briefing meeting went impossibly normally, no talk of the mysterious detective Jackson at all, it was like they had all forgotten about him. The squad was dismissed and they went back to their desks, continuing their case work.
Five minutes passed.
Ten.
Twenty.
It felt like the precinct was still, even as they worked, getting something from the evidence lock up every so often, or wheeling over to a coworker and pointing at something on a case file, in quiet chatter.
Gina, scrolling on her phone and ignoring most phone calls.
Captain Holt, doing… something in his office, who knows.
Jake working on something, dramatically getting up and running somewhere, probably more than the rest of them.
Rosa working on the jewelry store case at her desk.
Charles writing something for his food blog- *cough cough* I mean, doing totally assigned case work.
Terry working on a case as usual.
Amy nowhere to be seen, but that was good, as this wasn’t actually her floor.
The elevator dinged, and a tall man with a messy button down shirt and unruly black hair walks into the bullpen. No one even seems to notice, so he walks over to Gina, as she’s the most secretary seeming of them all.
Gina only looks up when he knocks on her desk, and all she says is “God dammn.”
“What?” He responds back, and his voice vaguely surprises Gina. Instead of some deep mysterious voice, it's just sorta ‘random gentle dude voice’. Before Gina says anything, Captain Holt opens his door and clears his throat to get the attention of the detectives.
“Detectives. This is Perseus Jackson, the new detective.” The captain said, his voice the same as normal, but seeming much deeper and almost booming. That's probably just the way anyone sounds when they say ‘Perseus Jackson’.
The man, now known as Perseus Jackson, looked up, meeting the eyes of his new coworkers with his own deep blue eyes, his pitch black hair swept down in front of his face.
“You can just call me Percy.” he said with a laugh, the eerie feeling dropping quickly.
His colleagues rush to introduce themselves, except Rosa, who just gives a slight nod, and a vague look of approval. After they’re all done greeting him- and once Charles was done profusely apologizing about the lack of fruit basket- Captain Holt pointed out Rosa and told Percy that he’d have his first detective case with her, the burgary of a well known jewelry store.