PILOT

Entering the building she met with the hustle and bustle of the precinct . From police officers leaving for their patrols to administration workers carrying papers around.

Keeping an eye on her breathing she started making her way through the crowd, instead of going to the elevator she beelined to the stairwell.

"Preston"

Almost there.

"Flynn"

A couple of meters.

"Carlin"

Pushing the door open she let out a sigh of relief.

"Logan"

Taking a look at her watch she was happy to note she still had a couple of minutes left. Still wanting to give a first good impression she started her climb to the fourth floor.

Sergeant Jeffords was having a good day. Peralta and Santiago were currently investigating a hit an run in an electronics store. Diaz and Boyle were to a domestic abuse complaint, giving him a calm day in the office. Even Scully and Hitchcock were keeping themselves busy with a pie they brought in this morning.

All by all, it was one of the better days. When Captain McGintley left he thought the transition between captains would be a lot more hectic. Still, they had become self-reliant, knowing that McGintley wouldn't even bother with their daily routine as long as he had his food.

"Hello, I'm looking for Sergeant Jeffords"

Looking up from his paperwork, he saw a woman standing outside of the bullpen, giving him a nervous smile.

"Sorry, my paperwork took a little bit too much of my attention." he apologized and made his way over to her. Standing closer to her, he noticed she was two heads smaller than him, her dark brown hair was hanging loosely on her shoulders. She was wearing loose jeans, with sneakers, a grey tank top with a light brown leather bomber jacket over it. The only accessory she was wearing was a metal chain around her neck, hiding what hang on it by her top.

The most prominent thing about her where the little scars running through her face with a bigger one running from above her right mouth corner to the middle of her chin. They didn't take anything away from her beauty, they even added something special to her.

"That's me, with what can I help you today."

"Emily DeWitt, I am here for my transfer meeting"

"I totally forgot, my apologies miss DeWitt, I was just very busy and it totally slipped my mind." He rushed back to his desk, grabbing a folder from one of his drawers.

"Don't worry about it Sir can happen to the best of us."

"Don't call me Sir, it's Terry, I don't like it when people call me Sir, it makes me feel old." He started to walk to one of the interrogation rooms, motioning for her to follow.

"Here we have a little bit more privacy take a seat, Miss DeWitt."

"DeWitt or Emily" She interrupted.

Terry looked at her confused not knowing what she meant.

"If I can call you Terry, I would prefer if you would call me Emily or DeWitt." She explained, a chuckle escaping from the sergeant's mouth

"Point taken"

Both taking a seat, Jeffords opened her folder going over her personnel file. "Everything looks alright to me, you have a clean track record, impressive arrests, under which George Howard Skub A.K.A the Scranton Strangler."

"I didn't do it alone, without my partner I wouldn't have solved it." She explained.

"Don't undersell yourself, I got the first-hand experience with your previous partner's modus operandi."

"Thanks, but I didn't join the force for the praise." A strained smile appeared on her face, she meant what she said, she wasn't here for the glory as long as she could stop people from hurting each other she was happy. Still, she hoped she would never meet the man again.

"We would love for you to join us." Terry continued, choosing not to go further in on the subject. "We are right now in a transition period between captains, to make my life a little bit easier you will mostly help me lighten my work. This means for the moment you won't have a permanent partner but switch between the detectives. I hope this all sounds to your liking."

"It sounds perfect for now." She nodded already getting a little excited at the prospect of working in the new precinct.

"Miss DeWitt can I ask you a something of the record." He tugged a little on the collar of his white shirt. "You probably heard about our reputation."

She just nodded at his statement.

"With the track record you have, even with you disadvantage you could have gone to any other precinct, you could even have applied for a job with the major crime unit. Why join us?" He asked her watching her curiously waiting for her response.

"I want to make a difference for the smaller people, I wouldn't fit in with the big shots. And besides, I always rooted for the underdogs."

This got a chuckle from the big man. "I think you will fit right in with us." He got up, leading her back to the bullpen. "My colleagues may be a little eccentric but I wouldn't replace them for anyone else in the world."

They just stepped outside, to the sight of a naked Hitchcock, pie smeared all over his mouth and belly.

"Hitchcock, where's your shirt," Jeffords asked in a mix of frustration, anger and a little bit of embarrassment.

"Isn't it obvious." He pointed at his pie coated belly, with shaking his head like the sergeant was an idiot. "You are always complaining that I get pie all over my shirt. And now that I take precautions it still isn't good."

Jeffords scratched his head in frustration giving Emily an apologetic look. "That's not what I meant, clean up this mess and put your shirt back on."

"I'm so sorry for their behavior the rest of the precinct is much better." He tried to apologize.

The words hadn't left his mouth when the elevator opened, a scowling Diaz exited followed by Boyle leading a goat on a leech.

"Don't even ask." Diaz immediate strode to her desk trying to be as far away from her partner and the goat as she could.

Terry looked at Boyle with a questioning look, his arms folded over each other. "Do I even want to know."

"Well, there was no domestic abuse, what the neighbors thought was a women screaming for her life was Gertrude here." On her hearing, her name Gertrude bleated in confirmation.

Emily slowly crouched down on one knee, scratching Gertrude behind her ear. "You are a good girl aren't you?"

"And why did you bring it here?" Terry rubbed his eyes, was it too much to ask for a calm day without any problems.

"Well, the landlord didn't really like the idea of his tenants keeping a goat in their apartment. He was threatening to chop her head off. I couldn't let that happen, so I didn't the most logical thing, I adopted her. Imagine how much goat yogurt I can make, with this beautiful creature." He shouted in excitement.

"Gertrude can't stay here, this is a workplace, not a farm."

"Please, Sergeant she won't bother anyone, just for the day. Tonight I take her with me." Boyle was on his knees, looking at his boss with pleading eyes. "I'll make a batch especially for you. I know how much you love yogurt."

Terry looked at him with conflict after a couple of seconds of him thinking what to say.

"Terry loves yogurt." He finally caved in.

Boyle jumped up hugging the bigger man, who didn't return it in any way already regretting his decision. He pushed Boyle away from him. "One day, no longer and you keep her in one of the interrogation rooms, and I don't want any trace of that she was ever here, understood."

"You won't even notice her." Boyle saluted failing to keep his smile in check. With that, he led Gertrude back to the interrogation rooms.

Emily slowly stood back up, coming back face to face with a nervous Jeffords. "This normally doesn't happen, you just have met some of the more eccentric detectives."

Right on cue they heard bleating and growling from the break room. Jeffords ran to the sound trying to defuse the situation. Entering the room they saw a battle between man and beast. Hitchcock and Gertrude had both one side of an aluminum plate in their mouth having a tug of war for the last piece of the pie. Emily looked a little bit impressed to see the older man putting up a fight for his dessert, even growling like an animal in the process.

Terry blocked her view leading her back out of the room. "I'm so sorry you have seen this. I would understand if you wanted to cancel your transfer." He said in a serious tone, he was used to the precinct antics, but for newcomers, it was a culture shock.

"Don't worry about it, sergeant I am used to this sort of antics. I'll see you next week." With that, she saluted him and made her way to the stairwell.

Leaving Jeffords alone, with a smile. He had a good feeling about her, he hoped she would fit, he could use someone to lighten his work.

"Gertrude come here girl." Boyle ran after Gertrude trying to capture the goat who was currently munching on a piece of the pie.

A/N:

So this was my first introduction off my OC to the 99. This story will follow the series as normally and how Emily will react to the 99's adventures, and how the 99 will react to her own baggage.

In case anyone is interested I have a pairing in mind, If people are interested I can just tell it, or I can keep it quiet and just let you guess while the story progresses, just let me know what you would prefer.

I based Emily's appearance on Lizzy Caplan, only difference is Emily's scars.

Leave a review, so I know you are enjoying the story, what I can improve or just tell me what you think about it. Have a nice day.