Full disclosure: I don't speak Spanish so Google Translate was used. I am aware of my failure as a human being. Amy and her old boyfriend are supposed to be talking about him going back to visit his family who he hasn't seen in years, Amy says she hasn't been back to Cuba in years either. Also I don't own Brooklyn Nine Nine because FOX is the worst even though they have a couple decent comedies. *cue Britta-style rant about society*

Amy was on the final stages of the backlog of paperwork that was a result of a week of closed cases, one after the other. She was actually looking forward to two days off. Maybe she could try using those bath salts that Kylie gave her to help her relax. But then again, she didn't like the idea of sitting in a tub of water. Her mind dozed off and it wasn't until she heard her name said in such a familiar voice she thought she might be dreaming.

A rolled of ball of paper hit her shoulder and she saw the wide grin of her deskmate.

"Hey sleepyhead, you have a visitor," he said, jerking his thumb behind him and not taking his eyes off his computer.

Amy jumped when she saw the man waiting outside the gate. "Damian!" She shrieked, surprising herself along with everyone else in the room.

Jake saw her visitor and was confused. He was a tall, broad-shouldered, well-muscled man with caramel coloured skin and a crinkle-eyed smile. Jake didn't understand why they hurried towards each other and felt a surge of jealousy as Amy was swallowed by his big arms. He could be a relative, he thought, one of her brothers perhaps?

She was noticeably flustered, gazing up at him with wide eyes and touching her hair which was pulled back into a ponytail. This told Jake that this stylish man was not a brother.

"Wow, it's so good to see you!" Amy smiled, offering him the seat by her desk, "What – what are you doing here?"

"Tengo un par de días antes de mi vuelo a La Habana," The man's voice was deep and perfectly suited his masculine appearance. Jake was not trying to hide his interest in this conversation, nor was anyone else in the room. And by the look on both Amy and her guest's faces, he suspected neither of them would notice if a bomb hit the building.

"La Habana?" Amy asked, "Vas a Caibarién ?" He had never heard her speak Spanish before which, now that he thought about it, seemed strange. She didn't sound the same as she did in English, she sounded more relaxed or something.

"Yo sólo estoy de visita. No he estado en años."

"Tampoco he," Amy said with a smile that also crinkled her eyes.

Amy was so surprised, her heart was pounding. They continued to talk for a few minutes, a quick catch up. Damian said he just wanted to see where she worked, and he wouldn't stay long because he knew she was busy, and if she wanted to have dinner tomorrow night to have a real catch up. After a few minutes he left, and Amy sat back in her chair, the strangest feeling coming over her. She felt light headed. She had so not been expecting to see him.

As she sighed, Jake grinned at her, "So? Who's the dreamboat?"

She shook her head, "We were – my … he's my ex, but we're friends. We're still friends."

"Looked like it."

"What does that mean? We are friends?"

Jake clasped his hands together and did a cartoonish impression of her, gazing up with wide eyes and blinking a lot.

She then was concerned and stood up. "That is not accurate."

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Amy tried to casually slink her way over to Gina's desk. "I need your help."

"That'll be five hundred dollars."

"I'm serious! If, let's say, hypothetically, I'm meeting an ex who I'm still friends with for dinner … should I tell him I have a boyfriend?"

"You should tell him you have a girlfriend and bring me along so I can look at him all night."

"That is not helpful."

Amy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, she saw Jake and Rosa standing by the captain's office door casually trying to look like they weren't listening to this conversation.

"That guy's your ex? You had sex with him?" Asked Gina, impressed.

Amy's eyes went wide and she made a face, "what kind of question is that?" She shout-whispered.

"Well I mean, it just doesn't make sense. He's like a 9.5 and you're like a 3.2."

"Hey, now," Jake spoke up from behind the file he was peeking over at the captain's door, "Amy's at least a 3.8"

Amy groaned and threw her hands up. "Rosa, what do you think? Should I try to make him think that I'm doing so great and have a boyfriend and I'm super happy and just …"

"Are you doing great?" Jake said sarcastically.

"No. Why should he care if you have a boyfriend?" Rosa asked.

"Because otherwise he wins. Not wins, but … he probably has a girlfriend—"

"He definitely has a girlfriend," said Gina.

"I just …" Amy sighed, "I just want him to think I'm doing fine."

"You are doing fine, aren't you?" Rosa said.

"Yeah." Amy nodded with her whole body, "Yeah, I'm doing more than fine. I'm doing," she gulped," fantastic."

"Then don't lie to him. He'll probably be able to tell if you're lying. How long were you together?"

"Three years," Amy answered and Jake choked on air, exchanging looks of disbelief with Gina.

"What?" Gina said loudly, "you were with that dude for three years? You must have some crazy moves in bed or something. All this time I thought you were a psychotic virgin whom I could teach about life. You should be teaching me your ways, Santiago!" Gina clasped her hands together and nodded with respect.

"Okay!" Amy put her hands up, "thank-you nobody, except Rosa. I am finished for the day. Goodbye," and she walked out with perfect posture.

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Sorry about the shifting perspective I'm not actually a writer by profession but I just had this idea and had to get it down.

I have more ideas for another chapter or two, or maybe they will turn into their own stories .. who knows. Possibly involving Jake being this hypothetical fake boyfriend of hers, but not in the way you might expect. Please tell me your thoughts :)

ALSO if you haven't googled Melissa Fumero's husband David / seen his instagram, you need to. He is how I'm imagining Damian looking. They are such a hot couple I can't even.