"Home sweet home." Jake exhaled as Amy's door opened. He felt for the light switch on the wall and after a few seconds his partner's apartment was lit nicely.

It had taken some time to get Santiago up to her door. The drowsiness hadn't warn off since they left the hospital and she spent most of her time leaning against Jake.

With one arm firmly wrapped around Amy's waist, Jake stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. "How you feeling, Amy?"

"I feel fine. Thirsty." Amy mumbled as Jake settled her onto her old fashioned couch. Watching her flop down, he made his way to her kitchen.

"Does a tea sound good?" He called out, switching the kettle on before hunting around for some cups.

Amy gripped onto her sofa and pulled herself up. Her eyes were half open when she peered over the top of the couch and studied the back of Jake. "A tea sounds great."

"Alrighty then." As Jake placed two sugars into his cup, he felt as if he needed to ask Amy how many she took, but of course he knew. He spent every working hour learning things about his partner, he certainly knew how many sugars she had in her tea.

"Hey, Jake?" Amy's voice echoed through her quiet apartment just as the kettle boiled.

"Yeah." Jake replied, pouring the hot water into the cups.

"How long has it been since you've had sex?"

The kettle paused in Jake's hand, his eyes glued onto the cups below.

What?

Jake cleared his throat before placing the kettle down and adding the milk. "Wh-why exactly do you want to know?"

"Just wandering."

"O...kay." Jake placed his lips together as he stirred the tea. He knew exactly what was happening.

Increased sex drive came into mind.

He picked up both teas and walked over to the living area, placing the cups onto the coffee table before turning to face Amy. She'd propped herself up and was looking up at him with folded arms and dark eyes.

"How about you drink this and we get you to bed?" Jake suggested.

Amy scoffed, leaning past Jake to pick up her tea. "You would love that, wouldn't you."

Jake pulled in his lips, trying his best not to crack a wise joke. He knew she didn't mean any of this. Watching her movement, he quickly helped her bring the tea over to her. She was more awake than earlier, but she still wasn't completely with it. Ensuring she could hold the cup on her own, Jake settled himself on the edge of the coffee table.

"You know what, Jake?" Amy looked up at her partner. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jake's face lit up with that sentence and grin formed on his face. Fumbling for his phone, he held up a finger. "I'm gonna have to have you say that again, Amy, only this time speak clearly into my phone-"

"I didn't have sex with Teddy."

Jake looked at Santiago. This all seemed surreal.

"Well, once, I think...two weeks ago? After that, nothing." She shrugged, looking down at her lap. "Maybe, that's why-"

"Hey, Amy." Jake frowned, leaning forward. "Teddy's an idiot for ending it."

Amy lifted her head and looked into Jake's eyes sleepily. "Really?"

"Yeah." Jake nodded. "He must have been scared of commitment, as it certainly wasn't because of your personality or the whole...sex thing. Because your personality rocks and you're beautiful."

Amy smiled, her heart warming as the words sunk in. Compliments from Peralta were rare, especially ones so sweet and sincere. She took another gulp of her tea.

"I ended it with him, by the way."

"Huh?" Jake tilted his head slightly.

"He said he didn't feel anything, but I...I ended it. There was nothing there." Amy shrugged, closing her eyes.

"So you didn't like him in that way?"

"Na. We gave it another shot but, there was no electricity, or banter, or..." Amy opened her eyes and looked up at Jake, locking onto his.

Jake swallowed. This was getting all so out of hand. She needed to sleep this god-damn drug off. "Bed?"

Amy's eyebrows flew up. "Wow, Jake. I never thought you'd ask."

"Actually, no-" Jake was quick to argue, but Santiago slammed her cup on the table and stood up, shadowing over Jake.

"Jake, come on!"

"Amy, listen to yourself." Jake fought back, panic in his voice. He stood up, holding onto Santiago's shoulders. "Sober you would be disgusted right now."

"I don't care about sober me." Amy pouted, placing her hands on Jake's chest. He felt his heart rising.

"Amy, no. You're going to sleep." He shook his head, placing a hand on her back before ushering her into her bedroom.

"I don't want to go to sleep." Amy called out as she stumbled into her room, turning so she sat at the edge of her bed.

"Tough." Jake sighed, kneeling down to remove her heels. "You'll feel better in the morning."

"It has to happen sooner or later, Peralta." Amy giggled, crossing her legs seductively.

Jake froze on the ground, looking down at Amy's thick pink carpet. Did she really just say that? He'd never seen her like this. This wasn't actually her, but drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Well, in this case, drugged words.

"Amy, just let me remove your heel."

"That's...one way to put it." Amy smirked.

"For god's sake." Jake muttered, quickly pulling off the last heel before pushing himself up off the floor. He stepped over to her drawers and hunted for some kind of sleepwear. Huh, interesting. He imagined Amy to sport matching pyjama sets to bed, but to Jake's surprise, Amy was a shorts and baggy t-shirt kind of girl. And imagining her wearing that attire wasn't exactly helping the situation.

"Here." He called out, chucking a pair of shorts and the first t-shirt he saw onto the bed. "Throw these on."

Jake closed her draw and turned around to leave as hastily as he could, but she of course, had gone one step further.

Jake had never seen Santiago's body before. The most he'd captured was a little bit of cleavage and bare legs, maybe once. But the drugged up Amy had decided to go practically naked.

"Amy, what the hell!" Peralta yelled, covering his eyes as Amy hopped on one foot with no top on, bra and breasts right there in his eyesight, trying to place a leg into one of the shorts' holes.

"You said..." She slurred, finally able to pull up the shorts. "To throw these on."

"Yeah, once I'd left the room. God!"

Pulling the grey t-shirt over her head and onto her body, Amy exhaled and stumbled backwards, landing back on the bed. "I'm really sleepy."

Jake felt the annoyance simmer inside of him once he took a double take at his partner, collapsed on her bed with her (perfect) legs dangling off of the edge.

"Amy."

He walked over to her and helped her shuffle towards her pillows and attempted to tuck her underneath the covers. He'd managed to do so, but once again, she'd taken it the wrong way.

"Jake..." She mumbled, her eyes barely open as she pulled on his leather jacket.

"No, Amy." He sighed, defeat clear in his voice as he struggled to pull himself away.

Somehow, she'd managed to remove half of his jacket from him, and in pure desperation, Jake spun around so the jacket was clear off of his body and in Amy's grasp. Once she realized the fight had ended, her head hit the pillow and she was out cold.

Jake exhaled with relief as he watched Amy sleep. He couldn't wait to get his typical Santiago back.

He silently left his partner's bedroom, closing the door behind him. He suppose his jacket could stay with Amy for the night.