Detective Jake Peralta stared at the man holding the placards and the camera and realized that he probably would not walk out of that ice cream truck alive.

"I have done truly horrible things to a truly decent man, which is why I have decided to take my own life,'' he read out from the placard and although he kept on joking and trying to think of a way out of the situation, he knew this probably might be the last few minutes of his life.

''This won't end well Hoytzman,'' Jake sighed ''Killing me won't get you your old life back and this video obviously won't convince anyone of anything''

''You don't understand Peralta'' Hoytzman growled ''My life! You took away my whole life. And now I'm gonna make you understand what I had to go through and I'm gonna take my time with it''

Jake flinched as Hoytzman grabbed his shoulders and leveled the gun at his head ''I'm going to make you regret for ever crossing my path. How dare you! How dare...'' He suddenly turned around and grabbed a trunk from a corner of the truck and dragged it across to where Jake was tied up.

''You have bad breath and you got you're spit on my face Hoytzman'' Jake joked as that was his only way to deal with the situation at hand. When he was undercover or even when he was with his best friends, humor was his only way of dealing with uncomfortable moments, whether they were life threatening or not. ''Trust me the moment I smelled you're breath,I started to regret even becoming a cop . And that's how bad it is'' Jake forced out a laugh as Hoytzman kept on rummaging inside his trunk ''Now what if we drop this whole issue and just go get a drin...''

The words dried up in his mouth as Hoytzman turned around and Jake saw what he had in the trunk. It was filled to the brim with knives and weapons clearly meant for torture. He realized that Hoytzman had planned this moment for a very long time. But even more worryingly the ex-lawyer clearly was not lucid as he stared at Jake with a hungry expression.

Jake studied his captors face once more, his eyes were tinged with red and there was spittle forming at the corners of his mouth. It wasn't clear to him whether Hoytzman's state of mind was due to just excessive drug use or if his mind was deteriorating. Either way he was not lucid enough to be negotiated with. He closed his eyes and consoled himself as his death would be because he had done his job right. Jake promised to himself that however much pain Hoytzman put him through, he would not beg for his life, he would not give him that satisfaction. There was only one thing he regret, Amy. There had been no Teddy standing between him and Amy for the past few months. She had even fessed up to having feelings for him. He realized that it was not the fear of losing their friendship that had stopped him from scooping her in his arms and kissing that frown off her face, it had been his pride. She had turned him down and now that the tables have turned, he could not, would not...

''Aaaagghhhh! Holy mother of!'' a scream was ripped out of him and his eyes sprang open as pain radiated through his body.

Hoytzman still had his hand wrapped around the knife that was buried to the hilt in Jake's leg.