Brooklyn Nine-Nine: The Unbreakable Rosa (Almost)
The interrogation room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. Rosa Diaz sat bound to a chair, arms secured just enough that she couldn’t fight back—but still had that signature scowl on her face. Across from her, Amy Santiago stood with her arms crossed, while Gina Linetti leaned casually against the table, smirking.
“So, Rosa,” Amy began, flipping open a notepad. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way.”
Rosa stared at her, unblinking. “You know this is pointless, right?”
Amy sighed. “Rosa, this is a training exercise. The whole point is for you to break and reveal the location of the ‘stolen diamonds.’”
“Not happening,” Rosa said flatly.
Amy huffed. “Okay, fine. Plan B.”
She pulled out a thick binder and set it on the table with a loud thud.
“I didn’t want to do this,” Amy said dramatically, “but I will now read, in excruciating detail, the NYPD protocol for filing paperwork. All of it.”
Rosa barely reacted. “Go ahead. I could use a nap.”
Amy faltered. “Ugh, come on! You have to break somehow!”
“Wow,” Gina muttered, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “You’re embarrassing yourself, Santiago.”
Amy threw her hands up. “Well, if you think you can do better—”
“Oh, I know I can do better,” Gina said smoothly, stepping forward. She crouched beside Rosa and locked eyes with her, tilting her head. “See, the thing about you, Diaz, is that you act all tough, but I know something Amy doesn’t.”
Rosa raised an unimpressed brow. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Gina smirked. “You. Are. Ticklish.”
The second those words left Gina’s mouth, Rosa’s posture stiffened—just for a fraction of a second, but Gina caught it.
Amy gasped. “Wait, is that true?!”
“No,” Rosa said quickly. Too quickly.
Gina grinned like a cat who’d found a trapped mouse. “Ohhh, this is gonna be fun.”
Before Rosa could protest, Gina’s fingers darted out and wiggled against her sides.
Rosa flinched, jerking violently against the bindings. Her lips pressed together in a firm, stubborn line, but her body betrayed her—her shoulders shook slightly, like she was trying desperately not to react.
“Oh. My. God,” Amy whispered in awe. “She is ticklish!”
“I knew it,” Gina said smugly. “But let’s see how bad it really is.”
She pressed her fingers deeper, kneading Rosa’s ribs and wiggling under her arms. That was the breaking point.
A strangled sound came from Rosa’s throat before she finally burst out laughing.
“Gina—stop—!” Rosa gasped between uncontrollable giggles, twisting in her seat.
“Wow,” Gina teased. “That does not sound like someone who wants me to stop.”
Amy was covering her mouth in shock. “Rosa Diaz is laughing right now. I never thought I’d see the day.”
Rosa was thrashing now, her usual composure completely shattered. “I swear to God— Gina, I will kill you when this is over!”
Gina feigned offense. “Oh, Rosa. Threats? In this state?”
Rosa clenched her teeth, trying to stifle her laughter, but Gina—being Gina—was relentless. Her hands skittered up Rosa’s sides, wiggling against every sensitive spot she could find.
“Oh my God— Gina, I swear—!” Rosa was gasping for breath now, full-on cackling as Gina found the worst spot right above her hips.
“Awww, you sound so cute when you laugh,” Gina cooed, delighting in Rosa’s suffering.
Rosa’s head fell back, helpless, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “Gina, I’ll talk, I’ll talk—just stop—!”
Amy pumped her fist. “YES! We did it! We broke Rosa Diaz!”
But Gina, of course, wasn’t finished. “Oh, no, no, no,” she mused. “I think I deserve a little extra fun.”
Before Rosa could protest, Gina’s hands slipped under her shirt.
“Wait—wait!” Rosa yelped.
Too late. Gina’s fingers danced over her stomach, scribbling against her bare skin, dipping into the hollows of her sides and the sensitive spot just above her belly button.
Rosa screamed with laughter, bucking wildly in her seat.
“OH MY GOD—GINA—”
Amy’s jaw dropped. “Holy crap, she’s so ticklish.”
“Yeah, and I hold all the power now,” Gina grinned wickedly, letting her fingers flutter even lighter against Rosa’s stomach just to be extra annoying.
“I hate you so much—!” Rosa wailed, but the laughter pouring out of her was so uncharacteristically light and breathless that Amy actually giggled.
“Awww,” Gina teased. “The big, scary Rosa Diaz is just a helpless little giggle machine!”
“GINA!” Rosa was actually giggling now, bright and uncontrollable, twisting desperately to get away. “I will destroy you—!”
“But will you, though?” Gina asked smugly, fingers scribbling up Rosa’s sides again.
Rosa couldn’t even respond anymore—she was breathless, laughing too hard to form words.
Amy shook her head in amazement. “Gina, you’re actually evil.”
Gina finally pulled her hands back, watching Rosa slump against the chair, panting.
“Alright,” Gina said, standing up and flicking her hair. “I’m satisfied. What did we learn today?”
Rosa shot her the deadliest glare she could muster, cheeks still flushed. “I’m going to kill you.”
Gina smirked. “Yeah, yeah. But, more importantly, we learned that Rosa Diaz is horribly ticklish, and I now have ultimate power over her.”
Amy snickered. “This is the best day of my life.”
Rosa groaned, still catching her breath. “I hate both of you.”
Gina just winked. “Love you too, babe.”