A angst filled snapshot of Amy's journey while Jake was in prison, based on the song 'All I Want' by Kodaline

Night times were the worst for Amy. It was during the night that she couldn't hide in the hustle and bustle of the precinct. She couldn't bury herself in cases and paperwork. She couldn't have meaningless small talk with her colleagues. All she had was her Jake-less apartment.

She didn't think it would be as hard it had been. Gina was quick to remind Amy that nothing was the same without Jake and Rosa. They all missed his insatiable enthusiasm and incessant energy contrasted with Rosa's stoic demeanour and snarky comments. There were two large holes in the Nine-Nine.

On some nights, Amy would catch herself glancing at the doorway every so often, hoping to see Jake coming home for the night with a new story to tell. She imagined him rambling on and on without taking a breath. He always over-embellished his story to the point where it was unbelievable. She enjoyed getting the real story the next day, but always listened to Jake's tales without discouraging him. Amy was sure nobody had ever been as enthusiastic about there job as Jake Peralta was. It was those nights when she slept on the sofa, their bed felt too large for one person.

All I want is nothing more, to hear you knocking at my door.

Amy had finally managed to get a visit without Boyle. He was a dear friend, but god was he annoying sometimes!

"Jake!" Amy smiled as she wrapped her arms around him for the first time in weeks. The prison uniform scratched her skin lightly, how the hell did he wear it all the time?

"Hey Ames," Jake breathed as they pulled away and sat down at the table before the prison guard yelled at them for touching for too long. She would not have her visit cut short, not again.

"How are you doing?" Amy asked, desperately wanting to reach across the table and lay her hands over his clenched fist. This place had made him so tense.

"I'm okay," Jake nodded, trying to sound upbeat, "one day at a time, you know. Rolling with the punches. Riding the wave."

"Jake-"

"I'm okay, Amy," he smiled, it was a half-ass attempt, "how are things at the precinct?"

"We're still looking for something, anything, but the case against you guys is air tight," Amy sighed, she hated admitting defeat.

"That's okay," Jake nodded, "but you'll keep trying, right?"

"Of course!" Amy smiled, "we're all doing everything that we can. Even Hitchcock and Scully."

"Well then we're screwed," he teased, diffusing the tension and lightly the mood.

Their hour passed quickly and then they were hugging goodbye and Jake was being led back to cells with the rest of the prisoners. She hated seeing him like this, but it only spurred her on to find the truth and clear Jake and Rosa's name.

When you said your last goodbye, I died a little bit inside.

They were only apart for eight weeks, but neither of them wanted to experience it again. Eight weeks was enough for the pair of them to realise just how comfortable and in love they were.

The night that Jake came home was strange, maybe even a little awkward at first. He was jumpy and on edge. The typical noises that came with city living freaked him out and had him instinctively reaching for the weapon that would usually be sat on his hip. Amy decided it was best not to give him a gun just yet.

It didn't take long for him to get comfortable again and they fell back into the routine they had had before everything went down. They ordered takeout and settled down to watch Die Hard, it was Jake's only wish.

When the credits of the movie began to roll, Amy stood up and made her way towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Jake caught her arm as she passed him, making her stop and look down at him.

"Thanks Amy," he smiled.

"What for?" Amy questioned.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "just everything, I guess."

"That's okay, Jake," she laughed, "you're back now and that's what matters."

"Yeah," Jake nodded. Jake pulled Amy down so that she fell into his lap. "That was more graceful in my head."

"You're such a jerk, Peralta," Amy laughed as she sat down properly next to him.

"But you love me still, right?" he asked, teasing her.

"Maybe just a little."

'Cause you brought out the best of me, a part of me I'd never seen.