"What do you need me to help with exactly?" She adds

Jake looks for Freddy but can't seem to find him. He looks back at Amy with a terrified look in his eyes.

"Look, I just need you to distract him, and bring him away from the briefcase he is carrying, OK?" He says shakily. He then spots him back at the bar, briefcase in-hand. "There he is, with the dark blue suit with a black shirt. Don't look now, he might already be suspicious."

"Got it, follow my lead," She says confidently, as she strides over to him. He can tell she is really turning on her charm, so he can tell what she is about to do next.

"Hey there," She says with a wink. "I love your…" She leads, trying to find something to compliment him on. "your shoes. I love your shoes." She states, as cautious as possible.

"Why, thank you ma'am," He says with a very creepy smile. "Did he really just call me Ma'am? God, why does every mob guy have to be old and creepy?" She thinks, trying to hold back vomit as she stares into his wrinkled face.

"Do you.." She starts "I hate Jake so much right now." She thinks. "Do you care to dance? With me?" She suggests, putting on her most charming yet fake smile

Jake watches from about 20 feet away. Waiting for the perfect time to take the briefcase.

"Oh..well I should probably stay here….but I guess one dance won't hurt!" He exclaims, putting on that creepy smile again. He puts down his briefcase by the bar stool, then grabs her waist and leads her to the dance floor.

Jake quickly walks to where he was sitting and waits until he is out of sight. He grabs the briefcase and glances to see Amy dancing with Freddy. But he can say he has never been so jealous of the creepiest man alive. He realizes he should probably make sure it isn't a bomb before being all googly eyes over Amy.

He walks over to an exit door, then he finds a stairwell that no one is in. He opens the briefcase, only to find about 6 huge bags of what looks like drugs.

"Well at least it isn't a bomb?" He says

He walks back to the ballroom, briefcase in-hand. He immediately sees Freddy dancing with Amy. He has the biggest smile on his face and his eyes closed, she has a disgusted frown and eyes wide open. She meets Jake's eyes and mouths the words "I hate you, help!".

Jake instantly walks over to a random junior police officer in uniform. "Hey man can I borrow your handcuffs?" He asks, as nicely as he can.

The police officer pulls out his handcuffs, but then hesitates. "Am I allowed to just give these to you?" He asks.

"Of course!" Jake says, as he grabs them from his hands. He knows he will get in trouble for this but all he wants is to help out Santiago, because she helped him.

Jake urgently walks over to the dancing partners. "Freddy!" Jake says to Freddy, as if they were old friends. Amy looks relieved.

"Jake Peralta?! What are you doing here?" Freddy straightens his back.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Jake responds with a grin, as he handcuffs him. He nods at Amy to make sure she is okay.

"Good thing we were in a room full of cops." She says, laughing

"Yeah, why would he think that was a good place to bring his drugs?" He chuckles

They are at the precinct. After Jake arrested Freddy, they brought him down to the station so they could do the paperwork. Luckily, a near-by janitor let them in. They were the last ones there because everyone was at the ball, and they were both still in their formal clothes.

"Oh and thanks for helping me out. I'm not sure any other detective could have done that" He says, surprisingly serious

"Hey no problem. I thought it was a bomb! I was scared for my life! But thanks for coming to me for help." She smiles. "Oh and I saw you and Sophia fighting in the corner after the dance. I really hope I didn't get in the way of things." She apologizes

"No..No it wasn't your fault at all. Don't worry about it," He turned his gaze away

"Do you want to talk about it?" She said as she stood up from her desk to sit in the chair by his desk, ready to listen.

"Okay...okay, I'll tell you about it…" He was hesitant in continuing. Does he want to tell her the truth? Does he want to ruin his perfect friendship with her? He was very unsure about a lot of things, but one thing. He was positive this wasn't just some stupid crush.

"She broke up with me, well I guess it was sorta mutual.." He said, searching her face for a reaction. She looked like she was concerned, but there was a tiny smile that he could just barely see.

"What?! Why? You guys were great together, super awesome! Perfect team! Just a really good couple!" She says, trying to act like this news didn't want to make her jump up and down

"Yeah, she...she was just kinda jealous I guess? Well I mean…" He tries to continue, but he can't really find the right words for any of this.

"She said that she thought we liked each other, and I can't help but think she is right, like she always is, and I know that I said this months ago and you probably feel the same way you did but-" He starts rambling, he looks up from his shoes and sees her. Her face looks just like how it did when he told her he wanted to be "romantic stylez" with her. Her eyes are big and her eyebrows are up. Her face still isn't giving any clear signs of feeling the same way.

Then all of the sudden, she leans forward and kisses him. He kisses her back and it's hard and passionate and everything he could have wanted. He leans back as she lays her entire body on him and his chair. His hand snakes around her waist, feeling around her back.

She never expected him to be this great of a kisser. Running her hand through his hair only makes it better. She knows he isn't particularly clean, but his musky smell turns her on. She is getting a bit lost in the kiss, but she doesn't mind. She breaks away from the kiss, and just looks at him. She is trying to savor this moment as much as possible.

She can tell he is confused by this, but doesn't mind at all just staring into her eyes.

"I'm sorry, I just want to remember this moment, you know?" She explains

"No yeah of course," He smiles "I really want to remember this moment too. This could be the story we tell our kids!" He exclaims, then suddenly regretting what he said.

"Kids?" She asks. She isn't appalled by the idea, just surprised he was thinking about that

"I mean..can we just go back to making out?" he changes the subject, moving his head toward hers so they could continue kissing.

She doesn't protest and keeps kissing, even more intensely than before. Now that she knows he is in this for the long-run, she appreciates this moment even more

Thats it for this story, but hopefully after some more experience, I can do better. Thank you for all the support and for reading this.