This is my first time writing fanfiction in like seven years. If you have any constructive criticism, please leave a review so that the next chapter is better. I'm planning on two or three chapters of buildup, but there will definitely be smut.

In this AU, Jake and Amy are studying Criminal Justice at the same university. They've just started senior year, and have been academic rivals since freshman year. Charles is Jake's roommate (obviously), Holt is the head of the department, Rosa is another classmate, and Gina just kind of comes and goes (hopefully she'll get in there more - she's one of my favorite characters and deserves to shine) but was a childhood friend of Jake's. I have ideas for other characters, so hopefully you'll see them soon!

Also, I don't own any of the characters besides Emily (and maybe other random characters if I find it necessary). I simply placed the B99 characters into another context.


Chapter 1: The First Week

Jake awoke to his phone vibrating itself off of the bed and onto the floor. 43 messages and five missed calls from Charles. He dialed his friend's number, not able to keep his eyes open longer than 5 seconds.

"God damn it, Chuck. My alarm hasn't even gone off yet - what could you possibly want?"

"You missed your first class today."

"What? But it's only…" he looked at his watch. "6:18pm? That can't be right."

"It's not. You haven't replaced your watch batteries in six months. I don't know why you expected it to suddenly work."

"Okay, well why didn't you wake me? Our rooms are literally right next to each other. I thought we lived together so you could stop me from doing stupid shit like this."

"No, we share an apartment because we are special friends who love each other very much."

"You have got to know how that sounds, Charles."

"Anyways, I tried to wake you, but your door was locked. And you looked so peaceful through the crack in your door so I gave up. However, as your best friend I could not let you miss the rest of your first day. Especially with how strict Dr. Holt is! I say this because I love you, but it is too early in the semester to go down this path of procrastination and missing classes."

Jake hung up and pulled sweatpants and a t-shirt from the questionable pile of clothes in his corner. Grabbing his phone and his backpack, he rushed across campus and into his classroom, arriving with one whole minute to spare. After a quick scan of the room, he spotted his roommate in the front row with a seat saved next to him. He made his way over before stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of the most beautiful figure he has ever seen. While it was partially because of her gorgeous, dark brown waves that practically begged to tangle around his fingers, and he could not deny that her curves were tantalizing in that deep blue dress, there was just something about her that drew him in. He couldn't describe it. Jake coughed, realizing suddenly that his breath had been caught in his throat, and dragged his fingers through his messy brown hair. Collecting some sense of confidence, Jake strided over, about to introduce himself to his new classmate.

"Hey there, go-irl" he stopped dead in his tracks when he realized who the person was. Summer had done Amy Santiago well, he thought, before banishing all positive thoughts of her away. "I almost didn't recognize you in normal human clothes."

"Peralta," she said with an obviously annoyed nod. "Is that blood or ketchup on your pants?"

He looked down for the first time at the outfit he had put together.

"Honestly, I have no idea - the stain has been there for like a week. Hopefully it will come out in the wash."

"Way to make a good first-day impression," she said, obviously disgusted, before taking her seat.

Jake sat down and turned to Charles, questioning why he would ever save him a seat next to Amy. He could not stand that know-it-all and her stupid, smug face. What's more, he couldn't believe that he was attracted to that brownnosing robot for even a second. Unfortunately, before he could urge Charles to move seats away from the front row, Dr. Holt walked in.

"Hello students. As you are aware, it is the first day of your senior year. That means it is a great time to start working on your capstone projects."

Everyone groaned but Amy, who's hand shot up immediately.

"No, Santiago, there will be no extra credit available." Amy's face fell as she lowered her hand disappointed, causing Jake to snicker.

"As I am sure you are all aware, the project involves groups of four. Since you are sitting in rows of eight, I will be splitting the rows evenly in half. I urge that you maintain these seats for the semester, so that group work and presentations can be made in a timely and effective manner. I assume you are sitting next to people you enjoy working with, as I am told that is how college students socialize. I trust that none of you use this opportunity to slack off with your peers, but rather work diligently on this project. These groups are non-negotiable. Does anyone have any questions so far?"

As soon as Dr. Holt mentioned splitting the rows in half, Amy counted the seats on either side of her. While she was sitting next to her closest friend and roommate, Emily, the two were splitting center, as usual. Drat, she thought, that means I'm stuck with-

"Peralta," snapped Dr. Holt, "are you paying any attention to this lecture?"

"Yes. Sorry sir, won't happen again."

He highly doubted this and settled in for what was going to be a long semester. Dr. Raymond Holt was the head of the Criminal Justice department, and he took his job very seriously. While his monotonous presentations made him one of the least-interesting lecturers, his previous career in the field and the string of high-profile cases he had solved lead him to be one of the most sought-after professors in the region. It was this strange juxtaposition that made him a prime candidate for leading the department.

"It is now now precisely 12:13pm. I am ending class before our scheduled end time of 12:15pm so that you have time to gather the contact information of your fellow group members. Use this time wisely. Dismissed."

Charles and Jake looked at each other and then at their fellow group members. Amy Santiago was, without a doubt, the smartest student in the major. Unfortunately, as Jake so eloquently phrased it, she was also the wettest of blankets. Rosa Diaz, who sat beside Charles, was a loner. Jake assumed she was smart, but he didn't know enough about her to confirm that - actually, he didn't know anything about her at all. The mystery was definitely attractive, but her demeanor was slightly terrifying. The four of them exchanged numbers and made plans to meet over the weekend. Amy insisted she would make a detailed online scheduler that they could all fill out with their availabilities, allowing her to choose the the optimal time for studying; Jake, on the other hand, knew that most people hadn't made plans for the first weekend on campus yet, so his first suggestion was immediately agreed upon.


Thanks to Charles, Jake made it through the first week without missing any other classes. He had four courses this semester, and Charles was in three of them. Despite having quite the reputation as a slacker, Charles was always able to keep him on task, making the two a great team. Unfortunately, he also had two classes with Amy - although he only had to sit near her in the one. The two had been rivals since freshman year, when Holt decided to pair them up for the first time. While they started out as fast friends, Jake's lackadaisical attitude and Amy's uptight demeanor ended up clashing. The two ended up begging Holt to give them new groups, which he begrudgingly allowed. To make matters worse, Jake and Charles ended up getting a higher grade than Amy and Emily. Since then, the two avoided working together and generally spending time together.

Until now, that is. And this time there was no chance of Dr. Holt assigning their groups.

By the time Saturday afternoon came, the four had already been given a structured outline from Holt with interim due dates and suggested timelines for their project. At their first group meeting, Amy handed out amended outlines with an overwhelming amount of notes and tentative meeting times. The first one: that night.

"This is insane!" said Jake. "I understand you're a brown-nosing lunatic who wants nothing more than to prove your superiority by acing everything, hopefully gaining the support of your idol, Dr. Holt, but some of us actually have a social life. There's a party tonight at ZBT and Karen is supposed to be there. Karen!"

"I'm sorry you value stupid parties over your academics, Peralta. However, some of us actually care about our grades. Right Rosa?"

"If you drag me into your stupid fight I swear I will end both of you," she said with an unreadable expression. "Also I have plans tonight and if you ask me about them or try to cancel them I will punch you."

"Alright then, it's three against one, unless Charles has decided to stab me in the back and throw out our entire friendship," said Jake.

After Charles voiced his support, Amy relented.

"Fine," she sighed, obviously annoyed, "enjoy your stupid party."

Everyone but Amy started gathering their things and heading out. Jake and Charles were just about to head back to their apartment when Jake turned and said, "you know, you could go out. I'm sure even a stick-in-the-mud like you likes to have fun."

"Oh, I'll be having plenty of fun. In fact, I think I'll rent a biographical film about Eleanor Roosevelt and finish the bottle Chardonnay in my fridge."

"You're right, that sounds so much better than going to the first party of the year."

"At least I won't lose my dignity in the middle of an overcrowded dance floor. I'd much rather stay safe and relatively sober with my polite housemates."

"Safe, sober, and polite. Name of your sex tape."

Amy rolled her eyes and, to her own surprise, found herself trying to hold back a laugh.

"Good luck with Karen tonight," she said, before packing up her own stuff and heading back to her apartment.


"I cannot believe I have to work with him!"

Amy and Em were dressed in their pajamas and drinking Chardonnay. The clock had barely struck 8pm.

Em, on the other hand, couldn't believe that her best friend was still fuming about this. Actually, she could believe it. Jake was able to drive Amy crazy and get under her skin in a way no one else could. While their interactions were mostly cold or filled with sarcastic banter, it always featured underlying sexual tension that Em was sure both Amy and Jake were oblivious to. To be quite honest, Em was actually excited to see how their relationship would progress over the semester now that they were forced to work together. Sure, there were two other group members, but Em was certain that the bickering and frustration between Jake and Amy was going to boil over soon enough. This would be good for Amy, she thought, she's been sexually frustrated since she dumped Teddy. However, for her plan to work, she couldn't overtly interfere - just gently nudge in the right direction. And tonight, that right direction was the ZBT party.

After a half hour of arguing, Emily finally convinced Amy to change out of her pjs and into something more suited for the first Saturday night of senior year.

"I can't believe you're making me do this," Amy wined, practically begging her friend to let her stay in.

"Why? Is it because you don't want to go out, or because you don't want to run into Jake?"

That accusation was enough motivation for Amy to finish her wine and head out into the night. Looking up, she could see the stars faintly twinkling and paused for a moment. She would rather be headed anywhere else but to the party where her least favorite person would be dancing up on another girl. Not that is mattered, though. Jake could do whatever he wanted. If anything, she actually felt bad for the poor girl. She pushed the thoughts aside, denying the tinge of jealousy that kept threatening to show itself.


Jake was leaning against a wall, drink in hand, when Amy walked in. He caught a glimpse of her over Karen's shoulder and his breath once again caught in his throat. The flowy blue dress she wore on the first day of classes may have done her curves justice, but it was no match for the ensemble she was wearing now. The floral crop top was a perfect mix between Amy's innocent style and typical partywear, and the neckline scooped down the perfect amount. And when she turned around, Jake couldn't help but notice the way that her leggings hugged her ass. He hated himself for staring, but he couldn't look away. It wasn't until Karen realized she no longer had Jake's attention and stormed off that he even remembered where he was.

"Where'd Karen go? I thought you two were hitting it off." Charles asked, appearing at his side out of nowhere.

Jake mumbled a confused response, finally returning to reality and realizing he blew his one and only chance with Karen. By the time he located her, she was chatting with some guy from the wrestling team. "Whatever man. I'm gonna get another drink."

Fumbling through the bottles on the counter, Jake finally found a bottle of vodka and poured himself a shot.

"May I please have the bottle when you're done with it?"'

Jake didn't even have to turn around - the impeccable grammar was enough. Amy, on the other hand, didn't realize who she was talking to until Jake turned around to hand her the bottle. Pouring herself a shot, she held up her glass.

"To an A+ group project," she toasted, hesitantly.

"You cannot toast to an assignment while at a party, Santiago. That's just college 101."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not a pro-partier like you, Peralta."

"It takes practice and skill," he smirked, before raising his glass to propose his own toast. "To Amy's first ever party and her very first shot."

She rolled her eyes, but decided not to humor him with a response. Instead the two downed their shots and then took another.

"So where's Karen? I thought this was your big night?"

"What?" The second Amy came up behind him in the kitchen, Jake had forgotten all about Karen. "Oh, right. It doesn't matter. I'm more concerned about you. What happened to wine and documentaries? Or did you realize that you couldn't let your favorite group member take shots in the kitchen alone?"

"Emily dragged me out," she replied, feeling her face flush with what she assumed was anger.

"Well you look nice." Amy raised an eyebrow at the compliment, her face flushing even mroe. "For a soulless robot, that is."

"Thanks. I guess you also look half decent. At least there are no ketchup stains on your pants this time."

"Actually, turns out it was blood. No idea where it came from."

Amy visibly recoiled before reaching for another drink.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Three shots in a row? Maybe you should slow down."

"Make me," she challenged, not realizing the amount of tensions those two small words would make. The two stood there, staring into each others eyes, not knowing how to proceed. Finally, Jake broke the silence.

"Okay, if you're gonna drink more, we at least have to make it interesting. Beer pong. Winner gets $10."

She stepped forward as she spoke, her face only inches from Jake's. "Oh, you're on, Peralta." Rather than decreasing the tension, the proposed competition intensified it. This was Amy's chance to finally beat Jake the way he beat her during their first year. It may not be academic, but her competitive nature didn't mind. Either way, she was going to crush him.


"Thanks for walking me home. I really don't know where Em went."

"She left with Gina about an hour ago. Something about meeting up with Rosa," interjected Charles. Both of them had forgotten he was there.

"Anyways, this is me," she said as they reached her door. "You can pay me the $10 on Monday."

He didn't respond. He was too busy getting lost in her deep brown eyes. The game had been pretty close, and he was certain he could've won if it weren't for the fact that he kept getting distracted. Seeing her get all worked up and competitive was surprisingly sexy. Without either of them realizing, their faces inched closer and closer together until only an inch or two separated them.

"Jakey it's 2am can we please go home? I have to use the bathroom!"

Snapping back to reality, the two muttered their goodbyes before Jake rushed off to take his intoxicated roommate home. He wasn't completely sure what just happened. Did he almost kiss Amy? Just that thought alone seemed absurd. Thankfully, Charles was too drunk to have noticed at all, but Jake couldn't help but spend the rest of the night wondering what would have happened if Charles wasn't there, and how soft Amy's lips would have felt against his.