Jake and Amy

"Ames!" Jake was yelling while he scrambled through the apartment looking for his badge. "I'm so truly screwed if I can't find it!"

"Jake why isn't it in your nightstand like normal?" Amy left the bathroom putting in her earrings giving him the normal disapproving look he received whenever he misplaced something.

"Ames, if I knew that, I wouldn't be freaking out and yelling. I thought it was there when we left on our honeymoon, and now, the stupid thing has vanished." Jake was on the floor peering under the bed with his work shirt and tie on, but still in his boxers. "I checked all my shirts and pants, I looked in the laundry, it's gone and I'm gonna get a major Holt lecture, not how I wanted to start things after our sexcation."

"Babe! You promised you wouldn't call it that. If you would just follow the after-work check list like I do, you wouldn't have this problem."

Jake moaned, "I'm sorry for the comment, and I love you, but I could never follow such an OCD type routine, you know me."

"I do, that's why I keep trying to get you to change, but you're right, you could never follow a list like that."

Amy walked over to the closet and picked up Jake's favorite work sneakers, "Jake, it was in your dress Vans."

Jake shook his head as he stood up, "Shit, I don't even remember that."

Amy's eyes narrowed as she watched her husband sweat and look like he might pass out, "Jake, what's going on? And don't say nothing because you are not acting like yourself."

Jake sat on the bed, still in his boxers and work shirt, he sighed as he looked up his wife of two weeks, "last night, we got home, we were going through our mail, and it hit me when I saw all the cards addressed to us both, I'm Mr. Peralta."

Amy smirked at him, "Jake, Babe, you've been Mr. Peralta, but I know what this is about, relax, you're not your dad."

Jake rolled his eyes a little, "You don't know that, my mom says my dad was great at first."

Amy sat down on the bed next to him, "Jake Peralta, if you were anything like your father, I would never have married you, or dated you." Amy kissed him and stood up, "now let's get going or we will be late, and stop this nonsense, you are nothing like Roger."

The walk to work was quieter than normal, Amy did her best to keep the conversation light, but Jake was determined to worry and fret. By the time they reached the Nine-Nine, Jake was sweating and looked miserable.

Amy exhaled sharply and grabbed Jake to the side before they entered the building, "Jake, Jake! Look at me. This is ridiculous, just because we're married now doesn't mean you're going to be your dad, according to your mom, he had cheated on her before they got married, so maybe he acted great at the house, but he was still a cheater and a man-whore as you call him."

Jake shrugged, "I guess, and that's disturbing to know, but still, you deserve so much better than a Peralta, we're the worst."

Amy reached out and held her hand to his cheek and peered deeper and more intensely into his eyes, "Jake, you are everything I want and need, more than I deserve, you are great in ways you don't even understand, immature, yes, a financial nightmare, yes, but improving, but you are also the most thoughtful, intelligent man I know. End of story." Amy kissed him quickly than took his hand and led him into the station. By the time Amy exited the elevator for her floor, Jake felt better and remembered how much he liked his wife in a full uniform, while still very glad he didn't have to wear his.

The morning was filled with paperwork and briefings on cases he was being assigned to, it was the type of thing he normally found extremely off putting and boring, but he had actually missed police work and was glad to be back and getting filled in. By the time his lunch break arrived, he was in a remarkably good mood for not having left the Nine-Nine all morning, he was humming Mama Said Knock You Out when he went down a floor to see if Amy could leave for lunch with him.

The uniformed officers' bullpen was mostly empty, just the receptionist and officer Lou were there, Lou smiled at Jake and pointed towards the conference room. The door was just barely ajar, so Jake could listen without being seen. As he approached, he could hear Amy almost shouting.

"The Nine-Nine will not be known for idiot police officers who make inappropriate comments to women, we will not be known for idiot officers who pull over drivers for being black! Do not complain or make excuses, we are better than this, we will not have repeats of this or weekends will be lost to sensitivity training, overtime will disappear, and suspensions will be handed out. The two officers involved are not here, they are already suspended, but many of you knew what they were doing and said nothing, that is just as bad because it allows it to happen when it could have been taken care of. We ARE New York's finest, and we WILL act like it, start now. Dismissed."

Jake looked the other way as the officers filed out of the conference room with looks of fear on their faces, when he was sure everyone had left the room but Amy, he quietly entered the room, Amy saw him and shook her head.

"Did you hear all that?"

Jake shrugged, "the last bit, gotta say, it was hot."

Amy shook her head, "not now horndog, it was gross, and it pisses me off. My officers harassing women and minorities, my officers Jake. I'm glad you like a strong woman, but now is not the time."

Jake saluted, "well, is it time for lunch?"

Amy allowed a slight grin to form, "that I can allow, but I get to choose, it's a street meat day."

Jake nodded, "no argument, my morning was easy."

As they walked to her favorite gyro stand, Amy explained to Jake that one of her officers, Officer Stan Miller, had three complaints of hitting on women during routine traffic violations, which they all disputed even happened, all three were blonde women between the ages of 18 and 25. Another officer, Officer Cathy Denning had pulled over an astounding number of minorities, all young men, and searched their vehicles. Jake added a "that sucks" or a "unbelievable" every now and then, but just let his wife vent and tell him about her stressful morning.

As they sat on a bench and ate, Jake ate with one hand while one arm was around Amy as she nuzzled close to him, feeling relieved that normal Jake was back now, so he could help Amy while she was stressed. As they finished, Jake silently collected all their garbage and stood up to throw it away, he walked to the corner to toss in their garbage when he heard tires screeching behind him, he turned around to see a white van speeding away. Jake shook his head and thought to himself that it was somebody else's problem, but as he returned to the bench, Amy was gone and Armin, the Gyro vender was on the street unconscious. Jake, on instinct, took his gun out, as he started towards Armin, a few bystanders came up to them.

One woman, who Jake recognized as she worked in the office building next door, ran up to him, "officer, they took the woman in the uniform, the grabbed her from behind and took off in that van."

Jake got on his radio and called it in. He then found himself on the sidewalk, gun and radio in hand, and with no idea where his wife was.

Amy

Her head throbbed, she tried to open her eyes, but they were covered, and she couldn't move her hands or legs at all. She felt very confused, then things began to add up, the last thing she remembered was watching Jake take their garbage, then she had a faint memory or inkling of being grabbed from behind, then darkness.

She could hear the sound of a car driving, she knew she was on the floor of a vehicle, and she could tell they were currently on a bridge, as she tried to think what bridge it could be, the noise stopped and within seconds, she could feel the vehicle turn and go up a slight incline, followed by the slamming of a door or gate. She then felt the vehicle stop and heard the doors open, she was being moved, she heard them communicate that she was awake, she was then forced to walk several feet and then heard a door close.

Amy could sense through the blindfold that the room was very bright, before she could think anything else about it, she was forced into a chair and tied tightly to it. She wasn't sure how long it was, but she sat in silence for some time. Her mind couldn't begin to fathom who would take her, many people disliked police, and she was in full uniform, but kidnapping an officer was big league crime and not likely to be a random act, she had to have some connection to the kidnappers, through her own cases or Jake's. The room smelled sterile, meaning it had been scrubbed and prepped, which implied these people knew what they were doing.

Amy's thoughts then turned to Jake, while she was in danger, it saddened her to think of Jake, who would likely blame himself for this, he would be wracked by guilt and not sleep or probably eat until he found her, if he could find her.

As she worried about Jake, the door opened, she could hear the footsteps of what had to be several people, no one touched her, she could smell no whiffs of cologne or perfume, whoever had her, they were serious, and they were good.

A gentle but firm voice then started talking, a man's voice, but hard to place, no accent, monotone, probably by choice, and soft.

"Sergeant Peralta, you know by now that you have been kidnapped, and that we are not common criminals. We hope your stay with us will be short lived, but that will depend on others, cooperate, and you should be unharmed. Your blindfold will remain intact, but we will come to feed you later. Do not try to escape, that would end badly for you."

Amy took a deep breath, "why are you doing this, what do you want?"

The man answered without a breath or noise, "our reasons will remain a secret for now, just know we intend you no harm, but you are in the middle of something, an unfortunate coincidence, but that is all for now."

Before Amy could think of a response or any other questions, she heard footsteps and then the closing of the door, she was certain she was alone again. Her worries for Jake increased, if she was in the middle of something, it was most likely dealing with him, his cases had a bad habit of wreaking havoc on his personal life. Since she had known him he had been kidnapped, placed in witness protection, and wrongfully imprisoned as results of his work. This though, this would push him over the edge, Amy knew that despite his worries about himself, he loved her, deeply.

It scared her at first in their relationship, because she knew it would end up in marriage, and she was unsure how that would affect her career, but now, she knew she was his world, he had told her this on many occasions. She sighed as she fought back emotions, she needed to keep her wits about her and calculate a plan and then whether that plan would be too risky. The kidnapper had been correct, the people she was dealing with were not common criminals, they were experts, and this meant an increased danger to herself if she tried and failed to escape. Hours must have passed, her muscles were tight, she began to feel fatigue as she drifted off to sleep.

Jake

The afternoon was a blur, the detective's bullpen a flurry of activity, yet at the same time, he could hear almost nothing, his every thought and all his energy were being used in thinking of any possible way to help Amy. Traffic cameras showed the van, there were no plates on it, and then within minutes, the footage of traffic cameras was littered with seven white vans with no plates, whoever took her, knew how to evade the police without being detected. Jake's mind went to Amy's cases, who could want revenge, his thoughts then went to his own cases, this seemed more likely for the luck he had experienced in his career.

His mind raced through different high profiles arrests and cases, Doug Judy, Melanie Hawkins, Jimmy Figgis, the Iannucci family. None of them seemed likely as Hawkins and Figgis were in jail and the Iannucci family was dismantled, and Doug Judy, the Pontiac Bandit would mess with Jake, but kidnapping was not his thing.

Jake lifted his head from his hands and wondered when and how he had entered the evidence locker and sat down, but it didn't matter where he was, his only thought was to help his wife. Since they had gotten together, dated, gotten engaged, and been married, Jake had often thought about the dangers of their jobs, he tried to not think about it, but he always knew if something happened to her, his Ames, his partner in life and former partner at work, that he would not be able to continue, this was too much. She had sustained minor injuries, the occasional threat, like the one at their wedding, but this felt like it was his fault to him, his cases always ended up in life altering mayhem.

He took out his phone and scanned through some of their honeymoon pictures, Amy was all smiles in all of them, except for the one when she was undressing, his mind wandered to that moment, when they had arrived at their hotel in Puerto Rico. Jake had been filled with desire, but more filled with a contentment he had never known, to be legally bound to who he could only call the woman of his dreams. As he was deep in thought about his wife, the door opened, and he saw Holt standing before him, as calm and Holtish as ever.

"Detective, we have been looking through your cases, recent and past. We checked on the arrests, whether any had been released or escaped, and after going through the high-profile ones, we came upon one that seemed unlikely, but the timing is nothing but suspicious."

Jake straightened up in his chair and immediately returned his phone to his pocket, "what case? Which douche bag? Why me?" Jake's head sagged again as he said this, the knowledge that one of his cases could hurt Amy began to weigh heavier on him than he would have thought possible.

Holt approached him and place a hand on his shoulder, "Jake," this got Jake's attention as he was only called Jake by Holt on rare and emotional occasions, "this is not your fault. Why you? Because you are a brilliant detective whose tireless efforts and hard work have put many criminals behind bars. The case is one that has haunted you before," Holt paused and eyed Jake carefully before continuing, as if he was taking stock in Jake's emotional capacity to hear it, "Geoffrey Hoytsman was released from the Federal Prison in Otisville two weeks ago."

Jake blinked several times, "the psycho ex-lawyer who kidnapped me?" Jake slammed his fists on his lap, "how the hell is he out? He tried to kill me as well as the kidnapping!"

Holt sighed deeply, "as a disbarred lawyer, he had information about several cases the DA deemed important enough to bargain his release. I asked why we weren't informed, with your history with him, and the DA's office said that we were in no way in need to know the situation, which I informed them could now possibly have led to the kidnapping of an officer, to which they changed their tone and are cooperating fully." Holt paused as he watched for Jake's reactions again, Jake was tense but still, his face in mixture of pain and anguish, "Hoytsman is off their radar, he has not checked in with his parole officer and his bank account received five hundred thousand dollars and was then emptied and closed."

Jake didn't know how to react, that much money and the timing could not be coincidence and if he was involved, it could only mean that Hoytsman was sharing information with someone or helping someone to take Jake down through harming Amy. Jake took a deep breath and then screamed as he released his emotions and tears simultaneously.