AN: My intention for these one shots is to fill the gaps created by time or events within the show Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Rated M for it's themes, but I won't get into too detailed description in the case of intimacy, due to my lack of skills for that kind of writing. It should be enough to make ya smirk or keep the imagination going, that's my sweet spot. I'm rewatching the episodes as I write this in order to be as accurate as possible, so feel free to watch as you read. Genre is a little bit of everything, but mostly romance and humor as labelled. Also mostly Amy and Jake but of course the whole crew will be there.

This first chapter takes place after Season 2 episode 1, but merges into the next chapter due to Boyle's "pillow talk" mention in episode 2. Please enjoy! (And review! I love advice!)

Amy was shuffling around some old case files on her desk, nervously trying to keep her mind off of the currently rather worrisome situation her precinct was facing. What was she doing? Why was she still sitting there?

'Just go home Amy! Forget about it!' She mentally shouted at herself.

She had finished her work for the day and knew she could go home now, even with the brand-spanking new captain that could normally, according to his reputation, attempt to keep her and various other precinct members for another hour longer, effectively ruining their evenings. But they had orders to head home regularly today, so they could prepare for tomorrow's emotional schedule.

Yet there she sat, hesitating and wasting time, waiting for something, or someone, to tell her to go home.

Knowing Jake wouldn't leave before picking up the plastic lunch bag from his desk she idled at her own, rifling through her thoughts as she was doing with the papers in her hands.

As if on cue, Jake appeared from the copy room and walked towards his desk, facing Amy instead of his too-reused lunch bag.

"Just leave them Amy. We both know you won't be looking at those tonight." Jake told her, half-heartedly waving his arm at the papers before letting it drop and slap against his thigh.

"Not tonight Jake. Not in the mood." She said, too distracted to get irritated by the comment. Not a good sign.

"What? No. Amy- no." Jake stuttered. "I just mean you should go home and relax. Clean something, go to bed early- I don't know. I can tell you're stressed."

"Stressed because this is our fault! We're the reason he's here! We just had to break every freakin' rule and now we've pretty much doomed the nine-nine. Just because I couldn't keep it in my pants." She had elevated her voice from her previous mumble, but not enough to draw attention to either of them.

"We, Amy. We. Don't forget I agreed to this, to us. It's not like you dragged me between those file shelves against my will." Jake tried to laugh a bit at the end, attempting to lighten her mood, but it wasn't working all that well. Amy looked up at him with a bit of a scowl, but Jake could tell she wasn't angry with him. He sighed.

"Look, let's just go home and relax, there's no point in blaming anyone right now. What's done is done. Dozerman wasn't going to be great either, but we figured him out quick. So there's nothing that says we won't be able to figure out The Vulture too."

Jake could tell he'd convinced her enough to let it go for the time being. Amy's wait was over. He was relieved, tomorrow was going to be an early, strange, and maybe even rough day, considering they were to attend the funeral of a man they'd known for barely 24 hours.

"Fine. Fine. You're right. We should focus on tomorrow anyhow. Out of respect." Amy said, knocking some papers against her desk and pushing them into her bag.

"Good, okay. Let's go." Jake responded.

Amy stood up and finished closing her bag, knowing fully well that Jake was right, she wouldn't look at any of those papers tonight. She also knew that they'd be going home separately. Both of them had to take some alone time after all this. It would be the first night they would spend separately since they had decided to be more than just "light and breezy colleagues."

Nevertheless, Jake accompanied Amy to the elevator, and stood next to her silently as they rode it down to the underground carpark. In their privacy he folded his fingers between hers, thinking about how else to reassure her before they parted ways. As they reached the said point before their respective parked cars he kissed her lightly, but not without sincerity, and bid her goodnight before releasing her hand and giving her a reassuring smile. She returned it tiredly, more content than before, and slipped into her car.

As Jake closed the door to his own driver's seat, he forced himself not to think about Amy's words after they broke their first (and worst) rule:

"Hope it wasn't a mistake."