Amy POV
I was late for work, and I was having the morning from hell. Everything that could go wrong had gone spectacularly wrong, from my alarm not going off, to my flatmate having used all the teabags and not replacing them.
I stumbled out the door of the apartment building, phone in one hand, frantically typing out a message to Terry, a file I wanted to re-read on the way to work in the other. As soon as I made my way down the Brooklyn street, the searing sound of an alarm pierced my ears. I knew the area I rented a flat in wasn't perfect, but this was the first time I'd heard a car alarm at 6:45am, and needless to say, I wasn't a fan. One of the many curses of living in central Brooklyn was the complete lack of parking, and the walk from my apartment building to the car park where I had bought a space was a solid five minutes, which I liked to think counted for most of my daily exercise. The car alarm hadn't stopped, and I was getting solidly more annoyed - what kind of jerk just lets their car wake up every local person before 7am? As I turned into the car park, I realised that jerk was apparently me, or to be more accurate, it was the tall boy standing beside my grey Audi with a sheepish smile.
I shook my head as I approached him, totally confused. He was pretty, I realised with a start, before repressing that thought, and categorising it as non helpful. "Are you like the least competent car robber this side of Wales or?" I had intended my tone to be a lot more professional than it was, it came off as if I found the entire thing amusing, which I did not. The mysterious boy laughed, and goddamn his smile almost made up for the fact that I was fifteen minutes late for work and I hadn't had any tea. "Uh, not quite," he said, "Although that does sound cooler than my actual excuse". I gestured for him to go on, and almost hesitantly he continued. "I just moved here from Manhattan, and, uh, all the streets sorta look the same," he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "And I'm still not entirely convinced I didn't park my car here, but I think we can agree this is probably your car, even though mine is the exact same. Ya got good taste. So, yeah, sorry for setting your car alarm off at like 7am."
He gave me a small, hopeful smile, and held her hands up. "I'm a cop," I said with a grin, "So I hope, for your sake, you're telling the truth, and you're not actually a car robber, seeing as if you are, you're a bloody awful one". "You're a cop? Shit, dude, I'm just out of the academy. This is not how I imagined my morning to go," he replied, shaking his head. "I'm Jake by the way, and I know precisely one person, so like if you could not hate me that'd be great." If he keeps smiling like that, and talking as though the world was listening, there was no chance of me hating him. Like, ever. "Amy Santiago, detective that was late to work before we started talking and is currently scared to look at the clock." I'm mentally complimenting myself on managing to go an entire conversation without making an idiot of myself, when I do actually catch a sight of my phone clock. I've gone from being a few inconsequential minutes late to being in danger of missing the entire briefing. I'm never late. This is not good.
"Uh, I'm going to leave now, I'm late, and I do not do being late. You said you're just out of the academy? What precinct are you starting at?" As soon as I finish, I realise I have not got time to hang around for his answers, much as I wouldn't mind hearing them. He gives me a goofy grin, but before he can speak I've driven off, trying not to cry at the thought of being late for no reason. That, I presumed, would be my first and only interaction with Jake.
AN- this is the first fic I've ever written, so apologies in advance! I've switched up a few details, but not too many I hope! - Touloser