I'm heading downtown for lunch when it comes over the radio. Active shooting situation at a local museum. 2, possibly three gunmen, and multiple casualties. ESU are on their way, but they're requesting backup.

I'm close to where it is. I could go and help out. My mind drifts to Amy, how she wanted to come out with me for lunch but had to go on a stakeout. Now was not the time to be worried about stupid things like love. If she were me, she'd do the exact same thing. Sighing, I pick up my radio "Diaz, 4118, show me going". There's a pause as I wait for dispatches response "4118 I have you going" That's it. I'm officially charging into an active shooter situation. Turning on my sirens, I put my foot down.

It was nearly two years ago when I decided to try out the lesbian bar in town. I'd just closed a three-month-old case, and I wanted to celebrate. For me, being bisexual doesn't mean being gay one weekend and straight another. I don't head out deciding I want to fuck a guy or girl, I fuck whoever I'm attracted to. So, in that sense, it was unusual for me to go into a lesbian bar. But I'd been to pretty much every other bar in Brooklyn (or at least the good ones) and wanted to try something new.

Boy, was I glad I did.

I glanced up from my whiskey to find someone who looked like Amy Santiago sitting across the bar with a girl. Only Amy wasn't gay, and I'd never seen her dressed up like this before. Her hair was down, she had a little bit of makeup on, and was wearing a tight black cocktail dress. It can't be Amy.

Can it?

Come to think of it, the girl could be Amy. She volunteers down at the BCPC running some sort of class, I don't know what, but she's mentioned it once or twice while lurking around my desk. I shake my head slightly. Now was not the time to play spot the co-worker. I was here to get pissed and bone someone, although, looking around, there wasn't much choice. I signal to the bartender, who approaches with a smile "What you having?" I lift up my glass "Another whiskey and a tequila shot." The guy nods, turning around to pour my drinks "She's hot isn't she?" I blink "What?" The bartender gestures to the Amy lookalike behind him "Oh. I guess." I hastily pick up my shot and toss it back "Her name's Amy." I nearly spit tequila over him "What?" The bartender grins at me "She's a regular here, and she's a detective." I nod, suppressing my cough reflex as I swallow repeatedly and gesture to my shot glass. He pours me another tequila and then leaves me with my thoughts.

Amy Santiago is gay.

I catch myself smiling at the idea that the hot brunette less than 5 meters away from me with a body that doesn't look like it's ever been fucked right is gay, and quickly correct myself. But it was good to know. Maybe coming here would be worth it.

It was that moment when Amy glanced up and spotted me, looking as confused as I felt, but quickly turned back to the girl in the red dress next to her.

I positioned myself, so I was sat directly behind Amy's date and waited. A few girls came up, and I airily flirted with them, making sure I could still see Amy out of the corner of my eye. She was trying to focus on her date but was epically failing, not that her date noticed, she was still babbling on about her brothers. Fortune was in my favour that night, and eventually, I heard a ringing cellphone. The date picked up her phone and answered it.

Listening in was hard. The bar was busy, and one of the girls who approached me earlier is still flirting. But I heard "Doctor", "Emergency" and "Sorry". Before I could fully prosses what was happening, Amy's date had stood up, handed her a piece of paper, kissed her on the cheek and left. I turn back to the girl who's flirting with me, but she's already gone.

Now was my chance.

I subtly shift closer to Amy, wave the bartender over and order her a drink. I intently stare at my whisky, taking small sips intermittently as I focus on the words behind me. I can't make all of it out, but I know the bartender is teasing her. Amy nervously stutters something that only makes the bartender laugh harder. It's cute. Really cute.

I felt Amy's gaze resting on my back as I came to the realisation he's told her I was the one who'd bought her the drink. My heart begins to flutter as I take yet another sip of whisky to steady myself, faking nonchalance as I blankly stare at the wall in front of me.

Just as I'm drinking my last drop of whiskey, the sound of another glass being slid towards me becomes apparent. I'm no longer alone. The table wobbles slightly as Amy leans on it to sit on the stool. We don't speak at first. I've a feeling she is trying to find the words. "Thanks for the drink," I grunt, nodding slightly.

Amy's beginning to ramble in the way she does when she gets nervous, which would usually irritate me, but tonight it doesn't. I listen to her attentively, not that I look like it. I still haven't broken my gaze away from the wall.

I guess she presumes she's boring me or something because she excuses herself to order more drinks. "Mike, can we have another two shots please?" I try not to scoff. What kind of a name is Mike? "If I were you, I'd kiss her already." Amy blushes, shifting closer so they can drop their voices to a softer whisper. "We're coworkers, I don't want to make things awkward or messy," Mark says something else and winks at her, making Amy blush harder.

I still can't quite get my head around the fact Amy's a regular here. I don't even know how she found this place. It's not really her thing. Sure, she drinks with the squad when we're celebrating something, but otherwise, she's not a big partier. I, on the other hand, am rarely sober after 7pm, even on work days, unless there's some emergency or Jake's done something stupid and got us all put on overtime.

Amy is downing her shot on the way towards me when she's intercepted by a pretty blond who proceeds to hit on her. She does a pretty good job of politely declining the offer, but the blond won't let her past. Amy blinks a few times, smiling nervously and backing up a little. I can't watch any more. My instant reaction is to beat the shit out of the blond, but I know that was likely to get us banned from what appears to be a favourite bar of Amy's. Instead, I swiftly stand up and stride over to them.

I force myself to smile as I wrap an arm around Amy's waist and take the shot off her. "Thanks, babe." Amy blinks, not really knowing how to react, but quickly recovers, pressing herself into me a little more. I set my jaw and glared at the blond, who's staring open-mouthed at us."Is there a problem here?" The blond backs up slightly, suddenly uncertain, "No." With that, she flounces off towards the safety of her group, making Amy giggle. She has a wonderful laugh. "Are you smiling Rosa?" I am, but I'm not giving her the satisfaction of saying yes. I'd never hear the end of it. "Shut up," I say, still grinning. Amy squeezes up against me a little more, and I realise my arm is still wrapped around Amy's waist, not that she seems to mind. I nod my head towards the bar, and we approach it together, interlinked.

We staggered out thirty minutes later, Uber waiting outside for Amy. She leans in and pecks me on the lips. Before I've a chance to pull her in, she breaks, taking shaky, shallow breaths, gazing into my eyes as if she was seeking approval. Unable to contain myself anymore, I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her closer and pressing my lips to hers, our mouths fitting together like pieces of a jigsaw. She tastes of tequila and peppermint. This time, it wasn't like one of those close-mouthed kisses like you do when you're in seventh grade. It was a full-on, open-mouthed, borderline sexual kiss. And she was surprisingly good at it. I slid my hands down Amy's body, holding her close, while she wrapped her arms around my neck and gently tugged on my hair, sending shivers of pleasure running down my spine as the wind wrapped itself around us.

It's the Uber driver who breaks us away. He honks his horn and yells something about waiting times. I feel a sharp pang in my chest as I release her, urging me to kiss her again. I could tell she felt the same way. "You okay to get back to your apartment from here?" I raised an eyebrow, making her giggle slightly "Sorry. I forgot who you were for a second." Giving her one final squeeze, I step away and open the car door for her, grinning as she rolled her eyes at me.

I was so entangled in my thoughts I didn't notice my phone exploding beside me. No doubt the nine - nine heard me over the radio and were freaking out. I debate over whether or not to respond to them now I've pulled up a block away from where I could see the flashing sirens in the distance. I hurriedly pick up my phone flick through the stream of messages.

Holt: Dear Rosa, I trust you will do your job and return safely. Sincerely, Raymond Holt
Terry: I know you'll make us all proud Rosa, but please look after yourself
Gina: You go, girl!
Charles: I know you got this Ro-Ro, stay safe x
Jake: Holt is being an ass and won't let me join you. Be careful and don't play the hero. That's my job. Understood?

I steady myself and steady myself click on Amy's name. She's left me two voicemails.

"You have 2 new messages. New message. Message received today at 13:03" There was a pause before I heard Amy's voice. "You ass! Why did you agree to attend? I fucking hate you! I hate that you thought it was okay to just run into this situation! I hate you I hate you I hate you!" She begins to sob. "If you get shot, I swear to God Rosa I will kill you before that bullet does, do you hear me?"

I save the message and move on to the next one.
"New message. Message received today at 13:19." Amy's voice was a little calmer this time, but it was breaking slightly "Rosa, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just scared for you. I get that it's your job and I would have done the same. Please look after yourself. I love you."

I compose myself as I press reply. Amy lets it go to voicemail, which is probably better for both of us. " Hey dumbass, listen, I - "I catch my breath for a second, too aware of the time constraints pressing on me. "I'm going to be fine, so don't go all soppy on me and bombard my phone, understood?" I steel myself for what I'm about to say "Also... I love you, Santiago, I'll see you later, okay?" I hang up quickly as I haven't yet got around to having my tear ducts melted shut and Amy doesn't need to hear me sobbing like a baby.

Wiping my eyes yet again, I place my phone in my back pocket, put my bulletproof vest on, and run towards the chaos.