A short cute Jake x Amy fanfic 3

Hope you enjoy! Xx

Amy woke with a mad respiration problem, and this time it wasn't caused by dogs. What was that, why was Jake in my dreams she thought. She ran a hand through her dark hair thinking only of what just happened. Turning around she lethargically pressed her alarm clock, 3:15. With one deep breath she lay back down, closed her eyes but there was no chance of her getting back to sleep after…that.

At the precinct everything was normal-ish apart from the fact Santiago had no idea who to act around Jake.

"Hey Santiago, what's with the gloom?" he asked smiling at her with his well-known childish grin. She couldn't help but notice an unusual sparkle in his eyes. Looking down at the pile of paperwork she replied,

" Ummm, nothing. Why…why would you think that?" She couldn't look at him, it was impossible. Amy casually tucked a strand of hair behind of her ear. He raised an eye brow, and chuckled.

"O…kay? Wanna coffee?" Motioning towards the coffee machine, she coughed slightly,

"Nah, I'm buzzed," she said, still not making eye contact.

"Suit yourself," and then he left. As soon as she was conscious of his absence Amy raised her head only to see Jake sitting across from her. She can't do this anymore; it's too hard to resist… it. She stood up and made her way towards him.

"Jake can I talk to you?" he looked up from his desk… Charles then appeared next to him.

"I was looking into these case files and it looks to me…" He gets cut off by Jake,

"Boyle, I think the sandwich maker is broken!" With that Charles dramatically swooped round and rushed away.

"I'm sorry," He smiled, Amy smiled back,

"Come with me," then she walked past him into the break room which was, for her, conveniently vacant. He soon followed behind her and closed the door.

"Hey, is everything alright?" his concerned look only made it worse.

"You know what Jake? No. No, it is not alright. To be honest, I don't know what is.!" She started to cry.

"Jake, I… I think I'm in love with you!" She practically screamed it. To her surprise he started to laugh,

"Amy, come here…" he raised his arms out, willing her into his embrace.

"No, this is not right! I should not be in love with you, Peralta! I mean, you're so immature and unreliable and…and… extremely sexy in that jacket." She wiped her eyes and collapsed into his arms. He soothingly stroked her head with one hand and held her tight to his chest with the other.

"Wanna here something crazy too? I am awfully in love with you as well," She looked up, consumed by his deep brown eyes,

"Really?"

"Yes," And he lent down to kiss her. His lips were soft on hers, applying just the right amount of pressure. She felt the warmth of his even breath against her, he slowly pulled away. But he never let go of her gaze.

"Right then, let's go and catch bad guys!" Jake took her hand,

"Not bad Peralta, not bad at all," Amy rested her head against his shoulder and they slowly made their way out.