3 or 85 or both!!!! Dianetti ! I've read your stories and loved it, sorry I took so long to send a prompt!
3. “I’m going to kill you!” and 85. “Wow thanks a lot.”
“Gina!” Rosa’s voice ricochets forcefully like a hail of bullets flying throughout the precinct. With her entrance, heads are turned and fear is abound as she stomps angrily towards her target. “I am going to kill you.”
The sheer lunacy and steadfastness of her words sets everyone off. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of the Nine-Nine settles down, small talk and crime solving all grinding to a halt as every person present watches with bated breath at whatever enraged and violent showdown is about to occur. Everyone thanks their lucky stars they aren’t the target of Rosa’s fury.
The only problem is- the very target of Rosa Diaz’s anger doesn’t even so much as flinch.
As her name had been screamed seconds earlier, the subject of Rosa’s frustration was none other than Gina Linetti.
“Say what?” Gina doesn’t even look up from her phone, and this blatant disregard is why everyone is watching.
You see, while Rosa strikes fear into the hearts of all whom she meets- Gina is afraid of no one.
(Of course, there are some exceptions. Gina can usually tell when she crosses a line with Rosa, and when Rosa’s in a delirious state Gina knows like any other human with the capacity to think that stepping on Rosa’s toes in any way is a big no-no. Sadly, this does not seem to be one of those times.)
Frustrated, Rosa grabs Gina’s phone from her hands and places it flat down on Gina’s desk. But there’s a certain caution with which Rosa does this- in addition, Gina doesn’t resist and lets Rosa take her phone away. There’s also a certain gentleness to how Rosa places Gina’s phone on her desk, as if at the back of her mind she knows no matter how mad she is at Gina, bringing harm to Gina’s phone would be on par with punching her in the face.
“Stop acting like you don’t know what you did, Linetti.” Rosa’s hand slams on Gina’s desk as she says this to emphasize her point, but she doesn’t receive more than a suggestive eyebrow raise from Gina.
“And what did I do?” Gina leans back in her chair, crossing her arms comfortably. “Tell me, Diaz. Since we’re doing this last name thing now.”
Rosa had no idea how Gina had become like this- so immune to her anger, not at all phased by her threats. Had she gone soft on Gina? Despite Gina’s general lack of fear regarding Rosa, she’s never been this blasé when Rosa had confronted her in the past. Like she’s confident she’ll come out of this unscathed.
“You broke up with Pimento over text, using my phone!” Rosa swiftly pulls her own phone out as evidence. The text sent to Pimento sits at the bottom of the screen, clear as day. There isn’t even a reply. Gina only grins in response, proud of her crime.
“Yuh huh, you’re welcome for that.” Gina picks her phone back up from the desk and goes back to- is she watching a video about a monkey?
“Wow.” Rosa’s breath rasps indignantly- how in the hell does someone like Gina Linetti exist? Who does something invasive like that with no remorse whatsoever? “Thanks a lot,” she snarls sarcastically.
“Anytime, boo. So we done here?”
Rosa’s voice is this close to a growl when she speaks. Why is it this hard to confront Gina? She’s clearly in the wrong but somehow thinks Rosa was thanking her?
“No- we are not done here. You know I was being sarcastic. How could you dump Pimento over text for me? I never asked you to do that.”
Gina resolutely places her phone flat down on her desk, voluntarily this time. “Yeah… I don’t buy that. You’ve wanted to be done with him for ages by now. He’s a loser who doesn’t deserve you.”
Rosa scoffs so harshly it hurts the back of her throat. “Well, maybe let me decide that for myself, instead of thinking you know everything.”
Gina bolts up from her desk, and Rosa has trouble deciding if she’s happier to have invoked such a reaction or angrier about the Pimento thing.
“Okay- first off? I do know everything. Always have, always will. That’s just a fact of life- which I can confirm since I know. Everything.” She carefully enunciates those last words and presses a pointed finger into Rosa’s shoulder to emphasize her point.
Which Rosa ignores, because if she doesn’t stick to what this argument was about, Gina will derail and set off track their entire conversation.
“Gina,” she calmly starts. “I never asked you to help me dump Pimento. If I wanted to, I would’ve done it myself. And I would’ve done it on my own time and my own terms. Got it?”
“So why haven’t you?”
“Because you’re a coward, yeah, I get it now.” Gina interrupts in a huff. “You were never going to leave him, even though you so clearly can’t stand him anymore.”
“What makes you so sure I even want to break up with him in the first place?”
“Um, everything? You never mention or talk about him, you’re never with him- should I carry on listing things or is this an open and shut case?”
Rosa unclenches a fist and tries to find words. It doesn’t help that Gina’s got her arms crossed as she looks triumphantly upon Rosa, glad to have proven her point.
“Still- you overstepped your boundaries, Gina.” Gina only groans and rolls her eyes at this but Rosa continues. “You know how unstable he is, how could you just-”
“Wait, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” There’s this edge coupled with guilt in Gina’s voice, and she looks just about ready to apologize as well as hunt Pimento down. To kill him.
“No,” Rosa clarifies, and Gina lets out a tense breath as her face composes itself. “But Gina- he could have hurt you.”
“What?” Gina’s face contorts in disbelief. “You’re worried about me? I’m not the one tied down to a psycho boyfriend here.”
“You didn’t just text him from my phone, Gina, you left him a voicemail.”
Gina brandishes a nervous grin. “Oops, my B. Shouldn’t have done that while I was drunk. So… he knows it was me and he’s coming here to murder me now? Cool…”
“No. He didn’t see the text. Or the voicemail.”
“How? Did you delete them?” Gina’s face falters. “Were you with him?”
“Broke into his house. He uses his work phone when he’s working on cases, so he left his personal phone at home.”
“Nice,” Gina praises, but it’s half-hearted and she’s clearly still bothered by something. “So he doesn’t know anything. Nothing wrong with your relationship. Yay…”
“Alright stop,” Rosa cuts Gina off after the ‘yay’ goes on for far too long. “I didn’t delete anything yet, just stole his phone. I… don’t know how to use his phone.”
Gina sighs. “So you want my help.”
“You’re always on your phone, so. Maybe you’ll know how to delete the text and voicemail that you sent.”
“Yeah, yeah, point taken. Hand it over.”
Rosa fishes the phone out of her pocket and passes it to Gina, whose eyebrows furrow when she sees the extremely outdated model.
“What the hell is this?”
“He buys burner phones.”
“Right.” Gina makes a face that reads yikes but flips open the phone anyway. “Okay…”
“Did you delete them?”
“Whoopsie. I think I just accidentally clicked play and I don’t know how to pause it. Eh, let’s just listen to my beautiful voice first.”
Rosa rolls her eyes but stays silent as Gina lays Pimento’s phone down on her desk.
“Hey Pineapple! Haha, that’s Jake’s nickname, but it works for you too, right? Anyhoozle, you’re probably sad because Rosa finally got the guts to dump you. My advice? Crawl into a hole a stay there. Forever.” Drunk Gina drags out that last word which makes Gina laugh.
Rosa gives her a look. “Really?”
“What? I stand by it.”
In the voicemail, Drunk Gina laughs at her own… burn before she carries on talking.
“But yeah dude. You should’ve seen this coming a million miles away. Rosa’s too hot for you-”
Rosa can’t help but grin, a burn spreading to her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.
Gina rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”
“-and she’s too cool. Why does she keep dating guys like you anyway?! She’s supposed to be with me. You ever love someone who you can’t have P-man? Never mind, I don’t care-”
The voicemail cuts off before Gina can even motion to try and stop the message from playing. Instead, she sits in her chair, frozen and glaring at the phone like she’s having a staring contest.
Rosa, on the other hand, feels like time has just stopped. She can’t believe this- why had she not seen it before? Rosa feels like a boulder just fell on her chest.
She’s an idiot.
“You…” she chokes out feebly. “You love me?”
Gina averts her eyes, and suddenly Rosa’s never seen Gina quite so scared of her- never seen Gina quite so scared ever, in fact.
“Yeah, but who cares.” She quickly fumbles for the phone and frantically clicks on the buttons, successfully deleting the text and voicemail from Pimento’s phone, before handing it to Rosa. “Go back to your boyfriend.”
Gina gets up and leaves her desk, and Rosa’s left to stare at Pimento’s phone. Her… boyfriend’s phone.
But now, saying that feels wrong- it feels dirty and forced and not at all what she wants anymore.
What she wants has been in front of her the whole time- and now she’s walking away.
“Gina, wait!” Rosa turns around and calls desperately, and to her relief Gina stops walking away and turns around.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Because if Gina had said something before, things could have been different. Things could have been better.
“There was nothing to say,” Gina remarks weakly, the life in her voice dying out. Hearing this hurts Rosa to no end.
“I have something to say.” A flicker of hope and intrigue flashes in Gina’s eyes which flattens into confusion when Rosa digs out her own phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Dumping Pimento on his work phone.”
Gina’s so pleasantly surprised she starts laughing- and oh, the sound of her laughter had always been soothing to Rosa’s ears. Her smile could melt any ice-cold heart. Her laugh was like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man.
Pimento doesn’t even pick up his phone, so Rosa leaves a voicemail.
She then shoves her phone back into her pocket and makes quick and large strides to get to Gina.
“Babylon, now,” she whispers quickly to Gina who chuckles in response and follows her without question.
No one sees Gina and Rosa for three hours straight.