The last box, thank god, it was heavy, but he didn't care, it was the last one, Jake hated moving, it meant organizing and cleaning, two things he loathed, but now, only unpacking remained. Their new townhouse was much nicer than their old place, and it was big enough so that if and when they did have kids, there would be room for them. Jake liked the neighborhood, it was a lot of younger families, a park right across the street from them and a grade school a block and a half away.

"Ames! Where do you want this last box?" Jake was at the bottom of the stairs, he did not want to haul it up unless it was absolutely necessary.

"What does it say, Jake?" She shouted from upstairs, and she sounded annoyed, it wasn't his fault that some of the boxes weren't marked, well, actually it was, but he was hoping she'd overlook that.

"It doesn't say anything, I thought you were a genius, sorry."

"Yeah, I'm a genius, my husband can't mark boxes, c'mon Peralta, bring you're a-game."

Jake shook his head and laughed as the opened the box, "bathroom stuff, which one?"

"Downstairs, the two up here are all full of stuff already."

Jake placed the box in the bathroom and walked to the couch in the only partially full living room as Amy came down the stairs thinking the same thing. "Excellent, rub my feet, babe, they hurt, please."

Amy gave Jake her best sad face, normally he would fight it, but she had worked hard and had been training for her Captain's exam while packing and moving as well. The front door was open, but the screen door was closed as they saw a couple approach their home.

"People alert, Ames, probably Mormons."

"No, they come in same sex pairs, look at them Jake, I'd say neighbors."

"Damn, Mormons are easier to get rid of."

"Hello?" The tall man outside called to them, "Sorry to bother you on moving day, we're your neighbors, we just moved in two weeks ago."

Jake and Amy stood up, "be nice or I'll hurt you," Amy whispered as the walked towards the door. Amy opened it and a tall man and a much shorter woman stood there, they both looked to be in their late thirties, early forties. "Hi, guys, come on in for a second, I'm Amy Peralta and this is my husband, Jake."

The woman shook their hands first, the man didn't look thrilled to be meeting new people, "I'm Pam Halpert and this is my husband, Jim, who is not happy having to meet new people, despite the fact that he does that for his job."

Jim grinned at his wife, "that's different, I know of them, this is more nerve racking, plus, look at their t-shirts, they're policemen."

Jake laughed, they were both wearing NYPD shirts, many people were nervous meeting cops, even though they hadn't had bad experiences, the media didn't always cover the nice things the NYPD did. "Yeah, we work at the ninety-ninth precinct, I'm a detective and my wife, Amy, was a detective, but now she's a sergeant."

Amy led everyone in to sit down, she thought their neighbors seemed nice, they hadn't had very social or young neighbors in the past, so this could be nice. "We met at our precinct, were partnered together a lot and then got together and then married, last May."

Jim nodded, "Wow, newlyweds, you don't seem that way."

"We've known each other a long time, we were good friends first, made it easier I guess."

Jim and Pam looked at each other and laughed, "we met at work, but nothing as interesting as the NYPD, we met at a paper supply company in Scranton, Pennsylvania," Pam said, still laughing.

Jake tried to look impressed, "paper, wow, must be fun?"

Jim and Pam both shook their heads, "not even a little, luckily we don't do that anymore. Jim works with athletes, he started a company that represents athletes, but allows them to keep more of their profits, unlike traditional agents."

Jake was impressed, "seriously, have you met Steph Curry? He's my god. Seriously, I pray to him, the NYPD still won't let me take off his birthday even though I've proven it's my biggest religious holiday."

Jim smiled, hoping Jake was mostly joking, "I have, once, he was very nice. We lived in Austin for the past four years, but we're opening an east coast office here in Brooklyn. Austin is nice, but trying to get a bunch of pro athletes to come to a town they would never go to because there are no pro teams there didn't make sense anymore, so I finally talked them into branching out, but it backfired because we're in Brooklyn, no offense, but I like space, I'm not used to the big city, God, I sound like a hick."

Amy shook her head, "not at all, it would take getting used to, we're both from here, but it's crazy, the things we've seen as cops, crazy."

"Quick, craziest things you've seen, no thinking, just say them." Jim blurted out smiling, Jake was starting to like him, and not just because he might score him tickets to sporting events.

Amy went first, "a crazy arsonist who made her clues through the Times crossword, a man named Joe Uterus who killed a huge number of stray dogs, a guy who kidnapped my husband in an old ice cream truck and tried to kill him."

"No way," Pam blurted out, "No way, wow, we should go now, we'll seem really boring."

Jake laughed, "for me, Amy and I both worked a case where a bird ate its owner, bones and all, I went undercover with the mob for six months, I went into witness protection for a different mob guy, and I pissed off Reginald VelJohnson."

"Sergeant Powell from Die Hard?" Pam asked, "what did he do?"

"Uh, well, that wasn't for a case, actually, it was supposed to be for my bachelor party, but I have very strange friends, it's a long story."

"Must be difficult to have strange friends and be a cop," Jake added.

"Wellll, they're all cops, good ones too, but still strange. Jim, mind if I ask why you're wearing a spray-painted t-shirt for Schrute farms?"

Jim laughed, "my friend, who is very crazy, owns it. It's a beet farm, it's terrifying, but I worked with him for a long time."

Jake and Amy looked at each other, "Jake and i went there for the weekend two months ago, supposed to be a romantic weekend getaway, our friend Charles told us about it, we were not prepared. His wife, she is terrifying, so mean, and I'm a sergeant with the NYPD, the cousin, Mose? I keep expecting to find out about the bodies he's hidden."

Pam laughed hysterically, "us too, he's in love with a scarecrow, not even lying."

"Jim, why Brooklyn, why here, I can't imagine you do poorly for yourself?" Jake asked, curious as to why choose Brooklyn if he was a successful guy who didn't like big cities.

"Close to the Yankees, Mets, Nets, Knicks, Giants, Jets, all huge markets, I convinced the board that we couldn't alienate their players by being so far away from them, and players from other east coast teams are far more likely to come here. As for the house, we're pretty down to earth, I do okay, but we don't want to be rich dicks, sorry, but it's true. I don't want spoiled private school kids and all that, our daughter is going to start second grade and our son will start first grade."

Jake nodded, "cool, two kids? Who's watching them now, keeping in mind I will have to arrest you if you say locked in the trunk."

Amy hit him softly, "Jake is kidding, mostly, sorry, we don't have a lot of non-cop friends."

"Our kids are in Scranton with my mom, and no problem, we have twisted senses of humor, Jim had to see the corporate therapist for the cruel pranks he used to play on Dwight when we worked at Dunder Mifflin, before they became friends, and after."

Jake was curious, "really, best pranks, no thinking, just say them." Stealing Jim's line from earlier.

Pam blurted out first, "I convinced him he worked for the FBI and he threw away his phone, Jim placed all his items in a vending machine so he had to buy them back, with nickels, he also put his desk in the men's room, convinced him to bleach his hair to spy on people, I made a list of all of them, it's at home, almost two-hundred, it was really boring there."

"What about you Pam, what's your line of work?"

"Well, Amy, sadly, nothing right now. In Scranton I was a receptionist and office manager, super boring, in Austin I started a business painting murals, specializing in children's bedrooms. I will need something here, I get bored, and Jim says he'll divorce me if I get boring."

"Not true, not true. It took us being together five years for me to convince her that she was all I'd ever need, she doesn't realize how great she is." Jim took Pam's hand as she stuck out her tongue at him.

Amy laughed, "Jake is like that, he's one of the most decorated detectives in the NYPD and still thinks he's not smart enough for me, but it's also what makes him great."

Jake was embarrassed now, "She's with me for my body, I'm really hot, it's just hard to tell."

"Well, we don't want to take a lot of your time, we wanted to invite you over for dinner and beers. Pam found and loves this Ukrainian place, perogies and potato pancakes."

"That's one of Amy's favorites, Harkov Café?"

Jim nodded, "yeah, that's the one. What do you guys say? Our place, right next door, number 21, in an hour?"

Jake and Amy looked at each other and both seemed okay with the invite, Amy turned to them, "that sounds great, thank you."

An hour later, after the both of them showered, Jake and Amy were seated at Jim and Pam's table, "How long have the two of you been married?" Jake asked, seeing a very pregnant Pam in her wedding picture.

"Nine years October eighth, and if you saw our wedding picture, we were engaged well before Pam got pregnant, we dated over two years before getting married, a year before getting engaged, and were best friends a while before that, it took a while to get together because Pam was engaged to another man."

Jake choked on his perogy, "What? That's not easy to deal with. I realized I loved Amy and then she got together with the world's most boring douchebag."

Amy nodded, "sadly, he's not wrong. But when I broke up with that guy, Jake was dating a hot lawyer, female lawyer."

Pam chuckled, "when I broke up with my ex, sadly it was a week before our wedding, but I knew he wasn't right for me, and then Jim dated someone else for eight months, but we needed those experiences to help us realize how good we were for each other."

"Jake, what's the most scared you've been on the job, if that's not too personal to ask?"

Jake shook his head, "well, I got framed, by a bad cop and did two months in a federal prison in South Carolina, that was easily the worst, by far, the scariest and just the worst, but it made me a better cop, I wish I hadn't gone, but it made me better."

Pam and Jim both stared with open mouths, "you're kidding, how'd you finally get out?"

Jim smiled at Amy, "my wife, she was my girlfriend then, and my squad wouldn't give up proving our innocence. In the end, it all worked out, I learned I liked reading in prison, which this one likes because she's a dork."

Amy hit him, hard this time, "I'm bookish, I love books, I like reading, he's more into movies and can't leave police work at work. He talks about his cases in his sleep."

"Don't let him make you feel bad, Amy, I'm a book dork, and a music dork, she's an artsy one, and she likes really violent movies, you'd think I was the bad influence, but she put on Die Hard in the same room as our oldest."

Pam hit Jim this time, "he loves to bring that up, she was two, she was playing, it didn't hurt her."

Jake was impressed, "who cares about that, you're my hero, Die Hard, I'm super obsessed with that movie, it's why I became a cop."

Amy frowned, "and this is where we scare away our new friends, Jake's unhealthy obsession with a Bruce Willis movie, of course, my competitive side scares people away too."

"Really, you, Amy?" Jake didn't believe it, "I just can't see it."

Amy sighed, "I seem normal, but I get intense, I left Jake handcuffed at the precinct, so I could beat him in a competition and I'm no longer allowed to run in our Precincts 5K fundraiser because I accused a sixty-seven year old man of taking steroids and may have made him cry."

"Sorry, guys, we're probably freaking you out, we're nice people, just weird." Jake said, realizing what their stories must sound like.

"Hell no, you guys are great, there are so many boring people out there, we worked with crazy people in Scranton and for the past four years, Jake's office buddies are soooo boring, blue tooth headset guys, I almost divorced Jim when I saw him wear one."

"It's true, I went douchebag for a while, but I repented and came to my senses. Jake, as a policeman, are you allowed to work other jobs on the side?"

Jake shrugged, "yeah, some do, security or things like that, it gets difficult, with uncertain hours and lots of overtime."

"My company is looking to get security, we had minimal in Austin, but we would like real security, so when our clients visit us, they feel secure and don't have to worry, or bring a huge security entourage."

"Wow, that would be awesome, I'd have to check with my captain, make sure there's no conflict or anything."

"And you too Amy, I would actually like to see some of these guys make the wrong comment and get clubbed or zapped."

"Oh man, you should have seen her when this huge ex NFL guy, I didn't know him then, still don't, but we were security detail for some politician and he refused to listen and got aggressive, she took him down with her baton, one hit and he's down, calling her names, terrible names, he goes to take a swing, from his knees, and she gets his arm, pushes him down with her foot and cuffs him. Seriously hot."

Amy rolled her eyes and then closed them, wishing she could escape, "thanks, Jake, we don't sound aggressive or weird at all."

Pam looked at Amy, "did you ever work by Pratt Institute of Design, I went there, for three months, and you really do look familiar, especially if I picture you in a uniform."

"Yeah, totally, before I became a detective, that was part of my beat, I liked the campus, lots of creepy guys though."

Jim nodded, "yeah, several hit on her even though she was newly engaged, one even tried to convince her to stay there and leave me."

Pam rolled her eyes this time, "it wasn't quite like that, we were friends."

Jake shook his head, "people try to hit on Amy all the time, polite women are always treated like targets by the weirdos and pervs."

Jim nodded, "totally, even the hipsters and hippies in Austin, and Pam was pushing a stroller with two kids in it."

Amy glanced at her watch, "oh man, it's getting late and we have to set up our bed and then be to work early tomorrow. Thanks so much, guys, we really appreciate it and we had a lot of fun."

"Yeah, thanks Jim and Pam, we look forward to meeting your kids, unless they throw rocks, then don't let me see it."

"Thanks for coming, we hope to get to know you guys, this was fun, and getting Jim to know other people can be difficult, especially because he works with such boring people and doesn't trust humanity to not be boring or stupid."

"True story, and don't forget douchey."