Hi, this is by first B-99 story though I had written a few other fics, but recently discovered my new love for this show and can't get this story out my head.
This is planned on being more than one chapter, but please let me know what you think. Good or bad I can take it :) Hope you enjoy it.
Jake woke up with a soft smile, reaching over to the other side of the bed expecting another person there. Instead all that he was met with was a cold empty space.
"Damn it." He groaned, covering his eyes so he couldn't see what his hand had already informed him. There was no one there. This was the third time this week that Jake was expecting to wake up to someone, no not just someone. Amy. He had been having these dreams. Not the good dirty kind that he would joke with Boyle about, there was nothing new in having those types of dreams. No these were nice, simple type. The ones that left him yearning for something more in his life, the ones that left an ache, the ones that left an uncomfortable feeling once he got back to reality. These types of dreams he couldn't joke about to Boyle, no one would ever find out about them.
He had been back from his undercover mission for a month now and things had pretty much fallen back into place. Everything the same as before he left. Except everything wasn't, he was different. Jake saw and did things that he would rather not talk about, even a person as immature, cocky and confident as Jake could be affected by it all. Of course he bragged to his colleagues, that is what the old Jake would have done.
There was also the thing between him and Amy. The confession he made all those months ago had not been spoken about. Amy was pleased to have him back, as least had Jake hoped so. The hug that was received when he first stepped back in 99th was the first indicator.
Another sigh left Jake, more wishful this time at the thought of that hug. At the time he did not want to let go. He held her tight, tighter than a welcome back hug should have been. Even taking the opportunity to close his eye and take a small sniff of her hair, reeling in the fresh vanilla smell of her once again. At the time he had been so tired, mentally as well as physically and that hug was the first good thing to happen to Jake in what seemed a long time. Of course the magic was broken as soon as Boyle pushed Amy out the way so he could have his turn in giving Jake a welcome back hug. This one was not as appreciated as the first one.
Especially as spell between the two partners was broken when Jake escaped Charles. Ever since, the two had gone back to the old ways, almost. This is what Jake held on to. The constant undercurrent of something, for the lack of a better word, the looks both given and received. Also they teased each other, that hadn't changed, but whether it was imagined or not, was bordering more on flirting.
Jake tried to convince himself that he was fine with this, maybe it was even for the best. That was until those damn dreams had started.
The alarm buzzing to his side disturbed Jake making him jump slightly. He was cross with himself. He was a Jake Peralta, detective in the NYPD for crying out load. NYPD detectives do not get spooked by flaming alarm clocks.
The alarm was forcefully shut off and Jake started his morning routine. This use to be boring, but since being back the process of getting ready for a routine day at the Precinct, or as routine a day there could be, comforting – soothing.
When Jake arrived at the 99th it was buzzing so much that no one notice his arrival, even the back up support staff was in and what was even more shocking was that Hitchcock and Scully seem to at least trying to work. Thought looking around Jake couldn't spot the usually crew. You could normally count on Gina to at least be in her place and her desk, phone in hand and her thumbs flying across the keypad. Jake shrugged it off, if it was important he would soon be informed. He slumped down in his old spot and started up the machine that sat on top of it, trying to avoid the disappointment that settled in his stomach to find the seat opposite empty. He could have done with one of her smiles this morning..
"Peralta! My office. Now!" Captain Holt's booming voice sounded over the office. At first Jake tried to run though his head at what he might have done to piss off the Captain, old habits die hard. Drawing a blank he strolled in to the back office.
"What's up Cap." Jake trying to sound like his old self, the look on Holt's face said that he wasn't impressed – possibly that what it was anyway. "Alright, I hear ya Captain." More emphasis on the final word.
Jake looked around the finally noticing that Boyle, Diaz, the Sergeant and more confusing Gina, thought she could never help getting her nose stuck into things. Though the look on their faces made the force smile Jake held, slip easily and quickly off his face. It didn't take long for his brain to calculate that there was one very important person missing. That gut instinct that had always got him in to trouble, but at the end of the day made him a good cop kicked in.
"Captain, what's going on?" He spoke so faintly that if the room hadn't been so quite already, he would have not been heard.
"Peralta, why don't you sit down?" Holt replied softly, uncharacteristically.
