The day had really flown by rather quickly for Amy. She had finished the paperwork for her last case and that was it, the end of Amy's work day.
Unfortunately, Jake was still on duty. He still had to catch a drug dealer, and though they thought that this drug dealer was harmless, Amy couldn't help but to be a little bit scared for Jake, given their past run-ins with gun-wielding criminals.
She'd be terrified, really, if Rosa wasn't on the case with Jake. If there was one thing Amy knew, it was that Rosa had her back.
Amy had gone back to her and Jake's apartment, and was spending a luxurious evening with a stack of books that she had been waiting to read for quite a while, and the occasional quick break to look at a crossword puzzle. She had a steaming mug of cocoa in front of her, and she was curled up on the sofa with a blanket.
Winter in Brooklyn really did get harsh. She couldn't imagine riding to work every day on a motorcycle like Rosa. (Though, to be fair, Rosa didn't ride her motorcycle every day; just the lesser cold ones. When it got too cold, Rosa drove her car to work.) Amy glanced up from The Lunar Chronicles and saw the flurries of white snow falling to the ground from the window.
It almost looked like cocaine.
That reminded her of Jake. She should call him to check in with him. Amy grabbed for her phone, and hesitated when she saw the time. It was 5:30.
Should she really call him? Amy wasn't sure if she wanted to take the risk. What if he was already undercover and dealing with the case?
She decided to call Rosa, who would be Jake's backup in the van.
"Hey, Rosa! How's the case?" Amy asked cheerfully, after Rosa picked up the phone.
"You want to talk to Jake," Rosa said bluntly, and the next thing Amy heard was Jake's voice through the phone.
"Hey babe! What's up?" Jake asked. Hearing his voice made Amy dizzy.
"You're not in yet? How's the case going? When will you be back?" Amy asked, a little bit of worry hinting in her voice.
Jake laughed a laugh of pure gold. "Calm down, Ames. I'm just about to go in. With luck, we'll be able to bust this guy in no time and I'll be home after everything else is done."
"With luck," Amy heard Rosa mutter dryly in the background.
"C'mon, Rosa! Show some positivity! Anyways, I'm going to go now, Amy. I love you," Jake told her, and then hung up.
"I love you too," she murmured into the phone.
Amy put her phone down on the coffee table in front of her, only to pick it back up after hearing it buzz.
It was a text message from Charles.
Want to go to the bar with the Captain, Terry, Gina and me?
Amy pondered over correcting his grammar, and decided against it. She automatically began to create a pro/con list in her head about the invite. After a minute or so, Amy decided to go with.
She answered Charles' text with a simple,
Okay. Meet you there in 10.
Amy also made sure to leave a quick text for Rosa, stating,
At Shaw's. Meet us there.
Amy turned her phone off and slipped it into the pocket of her jeans. She picked up Scarlet from her lap and set the thick book on the coffee table.
Amy got off the couch, and stood up. She quickly dusted herself off while debating on if she should change her clothes or not.
Amy ultimately decided against. She was wearing dark blue jeans and one of Jake's red hoodies, and that was good enough. (She had chosen to steal his red one, because he always said that she looked good in red.)
Amy grabbed her car keys, and glanced at the kitchen. What would they have for dinner tonight? She decided on ordering takeout or pizza or something of that type, and they'd cook tomorrow, because both Jake and Amy had the next day off.
Amy stopped before exiting the apartment, reminded of the cold Brooklyn winter. She thought of grabbing a coat, but erased the thought from her mind. She already had a hoodie on, and the walk to her car would only be about two minutes.
Amy made sure to lock the door and headed out of the apartment. She made her way to the elevator, and fiddled with the hoodie strings until she got out to the chilly, open air.
Amy wrapped her arms around herself and made her way to her car in the midst of what looked like a snowstorm. She found the car and made haste to start it up, hoping for some quick heat.
Amy began to drive cautiously. It was becoming hard to see, and she didn't want to accidently hit someone.
The roads were more cleared up in the city traffic. Amy drove in frustration at the slow-moving vehicles, and almost stopped to give a jaywalker a ticket before remembering that she wasn't on duty.
After that had blown over, Amy parked her car and walked into the bar.
"You're such a bitch," she heard someone drawl. That was most definitely Gina. Amy caught sight of her reddish-brown head and made her way over.
"Hey, Gina! Hi, Captain. Charles, Terry," Amy greeted her coworkers.
"That crap-face garbage of a man is going to get it someday," Captain Holt said abruptly to Terry. Terry nodded in agreement before shaking his head.
"Captain, I think you've had a little too much to drink."
"Nonsense, Sergeant Jeffords. I'm fine. Work has been tough. So tough." Holt stated. Gina nodded in agreement.
"I haven't even had that much to drink, but he's right. Work is an asshole, and I've lost fifteen followers due to my inactivity. Oh, hey, Amy. Didn't see you there," Gina looked up at Amy.
"Come one, Amy! Sit down. Have a cocktail." Charles waved her down, and nudged a glass at her.
Amy looked at the glass. It was a frothy yellowish-green colored liquid with blueish foam at the top. "What's in that?" She asked, taking a seat.
"I don't remember. It's good, though. Try it," Charles pushed the glass at her, and she accepted the drink cautiously.
Amy took a sip, and looked up in delight.
"I told you it was good!" Charles beamed.
"Jake would love this," Amy grinned, suddenly in a state of euphoria. Life felt good. It was good to be here, relaxing and drinking and talking about the love of her life…
"Jake coming too?" Terry asked, absently flexing the muscle in his left arm.
"Maybe after he finishes his case with Rosa," Amy said.
Half an hour, and then and hour went by with the detectives plus Gina just talking and laughing in the bar. Amy felt lighter than she had in weeks, and it felt good to be enjoying the simple things.
"Ames! Hey babe," she heard Jakes voice. Amy stood up and turned around to be greeted by Jake's open arms. She walked straight into his hug.
"Hello," she murmured.
"I think she's drunk," Rosa said, stating the obvious.
"Clearly," Jake agreed.
"Come one! There's this fabulous drink that Charles showed me. It's really good. You have to try it," and Amy tugged Jake down into a seat.
"Wait, is that my hoodie?" Jake asked, looking at Amy with mild adoration.
"Maybe," she admitted, handing Jake a glass of That Wonderful Drink ™.
Jake took a sip. "Huh, it tastes good... yet oddly familiar. I can't place it."
"You just drank cement! You just drank cement!" Gina whooped, filming the whole thing on her phone. Jake spit out the drink and wiped his mouth with disgust. Amy raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure? It didn't taste like cement. It was more liquidy... and it tasted better."
"Oh, yeah. I learned a trick or two from Rosa. It's also laced with a highly caffeinated cocktail. Let's just say... you just drank about 200 espresso shots. Have fun falling asleep!" Gina cackled
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