"(F•N)...please wake up!" Amy said stroking her head almost crying.

"Not now! Dont leave us now!" Boyle said scared.

"Take her to EMS and stay with her I'll head back to the police station to tell Captain Holt what happened." Terry said getting up.

He watched on,as the gang walked to the back of the ambulance with (F•N) on the stretcher and eventually driving away.

He sat on the curb as Firefighters were putting out the fire,he shook his head and one thought came into mind.

"She'll survive...Its (F•N).."

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Hours later...

It was on the news and on the internet. 

The NYPD was getting highly praised for there hard work especially (F•N) who was in a hospital bed getting medication.

She could hear everything else around her. The beeping of heart rate. The IV bag dripping and multiple doctor voices.

She slowly opened her eyes and shot up straight,she looked around the hospital room and didn't see anyone from the 9-9. She removed the gas mask from her mouth and leaned back in the bed.

She started to cry and cry. Where were they? 

(F•N) removed the bed covering and saw that her body was covered head to toe with bandages and wrappings. Her anxiety started to rise.

Then she looked out the window and saw,Holt,Rosa,Jake,Amy,Terry and Boyle walking towards her door.

A smile went across her face,she wanted to jump up and hug them all. She was still in pain obviously.

The door opened and Terry ran to her bedside hugging her.

"Oh my gosh! Your awake!  You had us all scared!" Terry said.

"How did you pull through the fire?" Amy asked worried.

"I drank alot of water and I don't if that correlates with each other. But I did!" (F•N) cheerfully said.

"Probably. You wanna know some updates?" Rosa said.

"Yes please." (F•N) said.

"First we talked to your boy,Oilver–"

"After Terry had a mental breakdown and cried." Jake interrupted him.

"Aw! Terry! Your such a dagent...its a mixture of dad and Sargent." (F•N) explained.

The gang laughed at her silliness.

"Its better than what I was gonna say at first! Fargent...It sounds like the word mixture for fart and Sargent."

"Hehehe. Fargent." Jake laughed.

"Back to the script. We talked to him and he really opened up to us and told a lot of information. Since you're such a workaholic,I'm hiding it until you healed up." Terry said.

(F•N) sucked her teeth and laid back in her bed with a pout.

"Don't worry. You have until the court trial. Heal up (F•N)" Amy said.

After a small discussion with the gang. They all left one by one leaving Captain Holt with her.

"You know (F•N) after all this. How are you still positive?" Holt asked her.

"Captain if I had a reason. I would tell you,but I will say this. 9–9 baby."

Holt smiled at her. "9–9 (F•N). 9–9."

-ˏˋ⋆𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊 ⋆ˊˎ-

a/n : yayyyy ~ I finished it! 

3000 words that totally not 3000 minutes taken away from my life 😂😂

also dont kill me because I want to make a another Brooklyn 99 fic but its WLW aka its just amy × rosa oneshot's because I ship them...ALOT 🙃🙃 but idk when that's gonna happen probably somewhere around next year???

idk but I'm 100% taking a break for a while I'll be back on Monday:))