TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY, AWW YISS. So please enjoy this little "bonus scene".
Basically a one-shot crack!fic that has nothing to do with the actual storyline
but I think it would be fun to just THROW EVERYONE TOGETHER for a party!

Warning: asinine tomfoolery ahead.

UNBOUND
Bonus Scene: Birthday Bash

The sound of giggles slowly faded into her consciousness and she gradually became aware of the sensation of something pushing against her cheek. When Belle finally opened her eyes, they immediately met the intense stare of Detective Cruz, who suddenly felt the need to shout.

"BELLE YOU'RE AWAKE!"

"AHHH WHY ARE WE YELLING?!" She quickly sat up and, upon doing so, saw Detective Lodrigues standing near the foot of her bed. "AND WHY ARE YOU GUYS IN MY APARTMENT."

"BECAUSE IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, WOMAN!" With a jump, Krystal made an unsolicited belly-flop on top of the sleepy agent. "SO YOU NEED TO GET UP AND GET READY!"

Belle made a squeak as she was assaulted by the detective and began to squirm and flail in a pitiful attempt at freedom. "What am I getting ready for?!"

As if she'd uttered some sort of forbidden thousand-year curse, Krystal sat up and froze, staring at her in disbelief. "What are... WHAT ARE YOU GETTING READY FOR?! What kind of question is that?!" She blinked for a moment and glanced over her shoulder. "Lodi where the hell are you? Do you believe this woman?!"

Before either of them could prepare, Lodi leaped onto the bed beside Krystal and assisted her in crushing the birthday girl under their enthusiasm.

"WE'RE GONNA PARTY TILL WE'RE PURPLE."

"I LOVE BEING PURPLE!"

"Th-there are too many people in my bed."

"NO, THERE IS PRECISELY ENOUGH."

"NO, LODI, YOU'RE WRONG." Krystal rolled over and lay next to Belle, propping herself up on her elbow as she held up Belle's phone with a mischievous grin. "There's just enough room for one more."

"Hey, that's mine!"

"I know!" Krystal gave an evil chuckle as she scrolled through Belle's contacts. "Let's see... which one of these could possibly be the person I'm looking for..."

Belle suddenly found herself extremely grateful for her odd habit of nicknaming everyone in her phone. But she grew curious with every little click. "Wait... wh-who are you looking for?"

"The one person you want in your bed."

A solar flare nearly shot from Belle's cheeks as she turned bright red. "Wh-what?! I WANT MYSELF IN MY BED AND THAT'S IT."

"First of all, that's kinky," Lodi said, moving over to give Belle some breathing room at last, "and secondly, you idiot he's the one who fucking called us. His number should be in your call log."

"OH. RIGHT. GOT IT."

"What?! WHO. WHO ARE YOU CALLING."

"He sounded so adorable over the phone," Krystal cooed, pulling hers out and flipping it open, "I can't wait to meet him!"

"NO!" She pounced on the other female like a hungry leopard and reached out for her phone. "YOU STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING."

"NO CHANCE IN HELL, SISTA, I ALREADY CLICKED THE BUTTON!"

"WHAT?!" She stopped yelling long enough to hear the call ringing - and it suddenly picked up. She froze as she heard Oswald's little "H-Hello?", and Krystal was easily able to toss her off and put the phone to her ear.

"Hey, it's Detective Cruz! Listen, we just woke up our friend Belle here and you would not believe it! She is unfathomably disappointed that other people are violating her space. She wants you to come violate her space."

Oh god. This is not happening. This is not happening. Belle repeated her thoughts like a mantra, wondering if this was some trippy nightmare. Her skin was on fire and she could only lay there and imagine all the ways she wanted to destroy everyone in this room. Lodi could only chuckle and she shot him one of her most intimidating glares, but it had no affect.

Krystal only laughed into the phone. "Alright then! See you soon! Should I even bother telling Izzy to get dressed first or...?"

Shit's gonna burn, shit's gonna burn.

"Great! See you soon!"

Oswald had arrived embarrassingly fast, and he was quickly assaulted by the perky detective much to Belle's dismay - but at least she managed to jump up and flail around her closet until she was decently clothed. It wasn't too long after that when Belle's door was suddenly kicked open. Detective Harvey Bullock rushed in, shouting "GCPD!" before taking in his surroundings and finally holding cases of beer above his head. "I BROUGHT THE BOOZE."

Jim Gordon followed him in a minute later, catching his breath. "God, that man can run. With two whole cases of beer."

"Detective Gordon!" Belle grinned and greeted him with a friendly hug. "I didn't know you guys would be coming!"

"Happy birthday," he said with a smile, "but if you ask to see the captain, I may shoot you."

"OH. GREAT IDEA JIMBO." Bullock dramatically threw a pointing finger at his partner. "Beer pong! That's what this party needs!"

"Hell yeah!" Lodi shimmied into the kitchen with Bullock to help unload the beer and stock the fridge. "I always keep a spare pack of red solos in my car."

Belle gave him an inquisitive look, but Krystal nodded. "This is true. No lie, he honestly carries around a party pack."

"I'll help you bring it up, Lodi" Gordon chimed in, "but we need the ping pong balls."

"No we don't, I have those, too."

"Oh, well then we're set!"

Obvious that she had absolutely no control over the mess that was spiraling in her apartment, Belle sighed and plopped onto the couch, and Oswald sat next to her. "I... have no idea what's going on."

"Me, either."

"IT'S NOT YOUR JOB TO KNOW!" Krystal suddenly spun around. "We're the friends, you're the birthday girl, so the party is on us!" Her phone started ringing, and she walked away to answer it.

Oswald flashed Belle a rare, confident smile. "I think it's going to be a blast... whatever this is."

"It's definitely not gonna be boring, I can see that... I just..." She blinked for a moment, then blushed and pushed her pointer fingers together sheepishly. "I've never had a big birthday like this before. I don't think I've ever even had this many friends before."

"WOMAN. BELLE." Krystal rushed back over, pulling the phone away from her ear. "You've got an Xbox, right?"

"Uh... no. I have a PS3 though?"

"OH." She quickly uttered "PS3" into the phone, then pulled it away and looked back to Belle. "What games?"

Belle pointed to the wooden stand that held up the tv, which held small cabinets on either side. "They're all under there."

"GOT IT." And with that, Krystal rushed over and opened the doors and quickly starting naming off all the games Belle had stacked in alphabetical order.

"You have a Playstation?" Oswald asked with widening eyes.

"Yeah? I mean, I don't get to play that much anymore, so I usually forget about it."

"I-I've never... uh, we should play some time."

"Yeah! Sure thing!"

"ALRIGHT, HE'S BRINGING THE XBOX." Krystal announced, hanging up her phone.

"Xbox? Why? Wait... who's bringing an Xbox?"

"Nygma. He wanted to bring over Portal but you didn't-"

"-who's... who's Nygma?"

"WHAT. YOU TWO DON'T KNOW EACH OTHER?!" Krystal seemed like she was about to continue shouting, but shook her head and smiled. "No worries, he's great! You'll get along."

"If by great, you mean completely bonkers," Bullock interjected from the kitchen, already chugging his first drink, "then yes. Haven't even met Miss Spicer but if she's anything like you..."

Krystal squinted her eyes dramatically. "Oh, she is."

A sweatdrop formed at Belle's temple. "I feel like Stu from Rugrats right now..."

"What?"

"You know, the cartoon?"

Oswald blinked. "Yeah, I remember the cartoon... but what does that have to do with...?"

"Well remember how he always did weird things in his sleep?"

"Uh... sorta?"

"Well one time DeeDee walked into the kitchen at like 3 am and Stu was making chocolate pudding, and she was like 'what the hell are you doing?' and he just sighed and said he had no control over his life."

Oswald snorted. "Well I'd tell you to go make some chocolate pudding, but I'm guessing there's not a single appliance in your kitchen that doesn't have thermite dust in it."

Belle opened her mouth to retort, but paused and... well, he was right. Gordon and Lodi soon walked back into the apartment with a large pack of red solo cups and a whole package of white ping pong balls.

It would probably cause an awkward rift among the party guests, but Belle didn't feel right without the rest of her cohorts at her party. She'd texted Gilzean and Mooney, as well as Ryosuke and Akahara... not actually expecting them to come, but just to be polite.

But no. They arrived.

Gilzean helped Belle push her couch closer to the tv when Edward Nygma got there with his game system, so that people could play without stretching cords all across the room, and Ryosuke seemed to become insta-bros with Lodi. Akahara and Fish Mooney had never had the chance to meet, but it was surprisingly cordial.

The apartment was packed, with both detectives and crime bosses, and the only real conflict that arose was when Bullock made the very unwise decision to put in Call of Duty. Belle and Nygma were the first to be obliterated into virtual smithereens and thus moved their company to the kitchen so they could introduce themselves. Krystal had given her the heads up to give him a riddle to solve, and she'd barely finished it before he answered and that was like, all it took to become his friend.

"NO. NO. FUCK YOU, FISH," they heard Bullock shout before jumping up and chucking his controller into the couch. "THAT WAS A CHEAP SHOT."

"All's fair in love and war, Harvey~" she purred with a smirk before carefully sniping Gilzean's character.

"What the hell, boss? I WAS ON YOUR TEAM."

"Whoops. Guess my finger slipped."

Belle and Edward chuckled at the commotion as Oswald walked over to offer her a beer. She thanked him and took it, slamming the top against the edge of the counter to knock off the lid. "Geez, it's pretty heated in there."

"Oh, definitely. I'm surprised no one's been arrested, yet."

"Right? Oh! Oz, this is Ed. He does forensic crime scene stuff for the police department! Ed, this is Oz. He's smart and good at figuring things out. HAVE AT IT." With that, she slipped away and took a long sip of her drink as she found Krystal admiring one of her self-scribbled artworks on the wall.

"I like it. Very impressionistic. Makes me feel calm and content with myself and the world."

"Oh my god, I literally drew that in like 5 minutes."

"AND I'M SAYING IT'S GLORIOUS."

"Pffft, yeah okay. By the way, where's Lodi?"

"Oh, uh... he's in the bathroom."

"My bathroom? Doing what?!"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK."

"I dunno, you said that with a strange tone!"

"Oh. I didn't mean to."

"Oh, alright then. I just thought you meant he wasn't like... using the bathroom for normal purposes."

"Well, I mean, he was puking in the tub."

"Oka- WAIT. WHAT."

"Yeah, he texted me-"

"-THAT HE WAS PUKING IN MY BATHTUB."

"Who's bathtub would he be puking in? Silly."

Her bathroom door opened up and a heavily intoxicated Lodi stumbled out. "Oh god... I feel... like. Sooooo much better."

Just then, a huge crash in the living room called everyone's attention. Belle spun around just in time to see Ryosuke land a hard punch against Gilzean's face. Oh shit, she thought as everyone started scrambling to either join in or get out of the way.

"Uh, Krystal! Things are happening, you should totally do something!"

"Shit! UUUUH." Trying to come up with an effective plan, she darted into the middle of the chaos and pulled out her gun, waving it around. "WHOA WHOA. GC-MOTHERFUCKIN-PD. CALM YOUR SHIT."

Very excellent, Belle thought. They had such similar style.

After the skirmish, Krystal and Belle agreed the night may have reached a point where it would be safer for everyone to be outside. They lead the drunken party of detectives and criminals out of the apartment complex and into the field clearing behind it, and Bullock made sure they brought the rest of the booze with them. They sat the bottles down in the short, dry grass, and Ryosuke helped Krystal make a safe bon-fire to keep them warm.

Once they were safe again, Belle resumed her drinking and became awfully giggly, especially with Oswald who had been giggling furiously from the sidelines ever since the fight. Krystal also continued drinking once she was satisfied the party was going in a better direction, and the three stood around and laughed and made dumb jokes. One of the neighbors' little dogs even ran over to join them.

This is nice, Belle told herself as she looked around at everyone having fun together. This was the best birthday she could have ever hoped for.

Until she heard a scream.

A cockroach had somehow crawled inside Lodi's latest bottle and decided to rest right inside the bottle's neck, and when he took a swig of beer, it fell right into his throat. He choked and coughed and spit it out and screamed, and everyone found it hilarious in their drunken stupor. He, however, found it extremely disgusting - so much so that he suddenly began throwing up into the grass. The little dog immediately approached the vomit, and Lodi tried to shoo it away while he continued to puke. The dog was determined and so Lodi started to run away, while still puking to the side, to keep the dog away from him.

Krystal and Edward were cackling, Belle and Oswald were crying, Gordon and Bullock were laughing their asses off, Mooney was sobbing with laughter into Gilzean's bouncing shoulders, Akahara was passed out in the grass, and Ryosuke was howling so loudly that he dropped his bottle and didn't even care.

And the dog was still chasing a vomiting Detective Lodi.