Amy was falling asleep as she leaned against the window in the car, they had left Amy's parents much later than they intended but were now on the road to the Berkshires. Jake wished they could have afforded a better honeymoon, but between getting a new house and Amy being pregnant, nothing else was practical and she kept assuring him it was fine. They had been on the road for nearly two hours and had close to that remaining thanks to the heavy traffic when they left the city.

Jake couldn't help from looking over at Amy and feeling guilty, he thought she deserved so much better, but true to her nature, she didn't complain, in fact she told him it was perfect. As he glanced over at her for what must have been the fifteenth time in a last minute, Amy sighed sleepily. "Jake, knock it off. I know you're feeling guilty, but don't. You keep looking at me like I'm all of a sudden going to be sad, it won't happen. Just tired and pregnant. I only have four conditions right now, always pregnant, always tired, and generally hungry and I have to pee most of the time. That's it, those are all. Anything else is imagined by you."

"I know Ames, but the Berkshires, in October? I just feel lame."

Amy sat up as best she could, "would you please stop. I'm fine, my only problem will be with the whiny driver."

Jake smiled, "okay, okay, I'll stop. The whiny driver does have question for his hot passenger though."

Amy grinned, though still sounding and looking sleepy, "and what is that?"

"Do you need to pee? Gas station coming up, we still have gas, but we could fill up now if you need a stop."

Amy frowned, "sadly, yes. I'm actually surprised I've made it this long. It's a record for the past week."

"Alrighty then, we are five minutes away from Peach Lake."

Amy picked up her phone and looked at hit, "oh my God! Did you know Charles was doing this?" Amy shouted, Jake swerved the car slightly.

"Did what?"

"He is tracking out progress on our honeymoon on what he is calling the Jake and Amy love tracker on his damn facebook account. That's a serious invasion of privacy."

Jake sighed, "shit, I didn't know that. I caught him with my phone at the wedding, he somehow got it out of my pocket without me knowing. I took it from him, and he was smiling, I just thought he did the guy thing and took a picture of his junk or something."

"Eeew, why would guys do that? When women leave their phones lying around their female friends, nobody takes a crotch shot or a picture of their boobs."

Jake just smiled for a good thirty seconds until he realized Amy was frowning at him, "sorry, just the thought of….yeah, you already knew that, that's why you're frowning. Yeah, guys, what a disgusting bunch of jerks. But a crotch shot from Charles would be better than the entire world knowing right where we are at every second. I mean, Zuckerberg and Gates already know that, they are the matrix after all, but now everybody knows where we are."

Jake pulled the car into the gas station, he pulled up to the front of the mini mart and let Amy out then drove to an empty pump.

The card reader at the gas pump was annoying him, he finally got it to accept his debit card, as he placed the pump in his car, he noticed the man at the next pump over looking at him. Jake nodded, the man looked away. Jake's mind then began to nag at him, he knew that man, he couldn't place him or remember how he knew him, but he had definitely seen before. Jake glanced at his car, it was almost done filling up, when he looked over at the next pump, the man was gone.

Jake jumped when he felt Amy's hand on his back, "Ames! Shit, sorry. I'm jumpy. There was this guy at the next pump over that looked really familiar, then he was gone like lickity split."

Amy frowned, "Jake, are you okay?"

"Yes, I can't help but be paranoid after everything we've been through together, but I swear I did know that man, I just can't remember how yet."

Amy tried to smile at him, "well let's get on the road and then we know we won't see him again."

Jake felt paranoid and on high alert after the gas station, he drove much faster and would suddenly change lanes or act like he was going to get on off-ramp. Amy just shook her head each time and said nothing, she understood where he was coming from, the past five months had been full of things that seemed like coincidence but ended up being attacks.

Ninety minutes later, they pulled up to their cabin. Amy had the key and went to open the door and checked it out while Jake brought in the luggage. Jake was still breathing heavy from lifting the bags and trying to run in when he heard Amy calling him.

"What's up Ames?" Jake wiped the perspiration from his forehead as he walked into the small bedroom, taking a second to see his wife, sans apparel on the bed.

"Ames, that was quick!"

She laughed, "it is our honeymoon."

Jake took another deep breath, "you sure you good with this, I mean…"

Amy cut him off, "Jake, while I always appreciate your concern for me, if you don't get on the bed and join me, you may lose your invitation."

Jake nearly fell over as he tried to yank off his t-shirt and one motion, hitting his hand on the small desk next to the bed, then stepping backward and stumbling on the small waste paper basket. "I know this is sexy, but if I'm not careful we may spend our honeymoon in the er."

As he finally managed to get his clothes removed, he laid on the bed next to Amy, he was about to kiss her, her mouth receptive and waiting, when he stopped and started to smile.

"Hey, what's the hold up. The invitation thing is still true."

Jake laughed, "it just hit me, Ames, we're married. I mean us, you and me, we're married."

Amy rolled her eyes, "Great, I knew I was the smart one, but come one Peralta. You're holding up our honeymoon sex to state the obvious."

"Calm down horny pants, it's just kind of cool. Not only am I married, but to the nicest, most…"

Amy interrupted again, "yeah, yeah, I heard this stuff at the wedding, I loved it then, but now, c'mon sailor, let's go."

"Sailor? Should I get some sort of nautical themed tattoo?"

"Jake!"

Jake smiled again and then pressed his mouth softly to hers, their hands instantly and softly moving up and down on the other. Their kisses soon moved from gentle to almost desperate as Amy took Jake's length in her hand and stroked it, starting slowly and then consistently quickening the pace.

"Ames!" Jake said muffled through a kiss. "Too good, too good."

Amy gently pushed Jake away from her and stood up, then bent over the large, tall bed. "Are you going to join me?"

Jake licked his lips and stood up, he then approached her from behind, his hands first cupping her breasts, then one moving downward until he heard he sounds of approval. He kept up what was working for a few minutes before hearing her again. "Come in now, I will not take long."

Jake closed his eyes, he was already very aroused and feared he would go fast, but he feared that every time with her as each time he couldn't believe they were together and now they were married. Jake moved probingly, finding her entrance then carefully pushing inside her, feeling her body respond as he did so. He moved in and out of her slowly, deliberately, while his hands had not changed their current routine. After several minutes, he felt her shake slightly against his body, "fuck, Jake, best yet."

Amy said other words, but Jake had stopped listening as her swearing was always his undoing, soon, she moaned louder and then his hips bucked as finished. Amy sat down, pulling him towards as he fell on the bed.

"So…" an out of breath Jake reflected out loud, "this married life, not bad so far."

Amy responded with laughter and soft kisses against his jaw line, "no," she laughed softly again, "not so bad, so far."

Jake took another deep breath, "aren't you worried though?"

Amy rested her head against his chest, "about what?"

"Me, married me, being married to me. It's real now."

Amy lifted herself up slightly so she could face him better, "Babe, it's been real since before the first time we slept together, or don't you remember being threatened and harassed. It's been real, that's why I've never really worried about you, it's been real since the beginning, you've shown yourself many times, the real you, not the you that did crazy things in the past to sabotage his own happiness."

"Oh, that's good then."

Early the next morning before the sunrise, Amy and Jake were awakened by screaming, Amy was sitting up and retrieving her gun from her bag.

"Ames," Jake said sleepily, "you brought your gun? On our honeymoon?"

Amy shrugged, a sad smile beginning, "with everything we've been through, I didn't want to take chances."

Jake nodded, "yeah, I brought mine as well. I was never like this, ever, until the past few months. Several attempts on your life have that affect I guess."

Amy stood up and put on her NYPD jacket, "I brought this in case we needed to show a little authority, again, not what I normally do."

Amy left the small cabin first, with Jake lagging behind her trying to walk while putting on his shoes. The screaming had not let up and was obviously coming from the cabin next to theirs, only ten feet between the cabins, though several trees in between to give the feeling of seclusion.

Amy knocked on the door loudly, "ma'am, are you okay?"

After a few moments, the door was opened, a disheveled looking woman appearing to be in her late fifties or early sixties, short with graying hair stood crying.

"Are you the police?"

Amy shook her head, "My husband and I are NYPD, but heard you from the cabin next door. What happened?"

The woman cried again, then took a deep breath trying to force out her words without crying further, "my husband, he and I are celebrating our anniversary, he got up to get me a drink, and then didn't come back. I came out to see what was going on and found him over there…"

As the woman began to cry hysterically again, Jake stayed with the woman, placing a sympathetic hand on her shoulder as she enveloped him in a bone crushing hug, Amy walked over to the small kitchen and saw the husband, dead on the floor with his throat slit. Blood was everywhere, Amy crouched down as best she could to examine the body without disturbing it or the crime scene. She took several pictures on her phone.

The woman released Jake, "I am so sorry."

"You're fine, did you call 9-1-1?"

The woman nodded as she began to cry again, in the distance, they could hear the siren as it approached. Jake opened the door as an older police car pulled up. An overweight black man in his forties or fifties exited the vehicle.

"NYPD at my crime scene?" He half smiled as he gestured towards Amy's jacket.

"I'm sorry, we were next door and heard the screaming."

The man raised his hand, "no problem, I'm Detective Harmon, Moses Harmon, but everybody calls me Mo."

Jake shook his hand, "I hate to say this, but it's a murder, nasty looking, my wife has photos."

"Sorry, force of habit, Amy Santiago and Jake Peralta, we're both detectives for the ninety ninth precinct in Brooklyn, NYPD."

The man smiled, "I don't suppose you'd mind lending a hand. I've seen two murders in seven years on the job. One was a local drunk who killed his wife, the other was a lot more difficult. Tourists, like yourselves. As you might imagine, we don't get a lot of grizzly crime in Granby, Connecticut, well, North Granby. All the towns and incorporated areas together and we're still shy of thirty thousand people."

Jake glanced at Amy, "are you sure you don't mind? We don't want to step on any toes. We came because of the screaming."

"Not at all, if you wouldn't mind, if you look at the crime scene and look for any evidence, weapon etcetera, I'm afraid I'm the CSI in this town. If you'd do that, I'll take a statement from the wife."

"Sure," Amy interjected before Jake could say anything.

Detective Harmon walked over to the still crying woman, Jake and Amy both stood over the crime scene. "There's no weapon here, it could be discarded in the woods or river."

Jake stood with his head tilted, his eyes focused on the small red mark on the floor. "Ames, look, a partial boot print. I seriously doubt the wife was wearing them. You know me and shoes, it's a Timberland, for sure."

Amy pointed to the area surrounding the small partial tread mark, "look, whoever did it tried to clean it up and probably cleaned the boots."

Jake picked up the lid to the small gray plastic garbage can, "jackpot detective wife, a bunch of bleach wipes." Amy moved to stand next to him and removed a pencil from her jacket and carefully shifted the wipes.

"Double jackpot, a bloody thumb print. Well, a partial print, but it's something."

"I'll say." Jake and Amy turned around to see a smiling Detective Harmon. "I have serious doubts she could have done it."

Jake nodded, "I agree. Only once has a hysterical person at the crime scene been the murderer, and that lady was a full-on sociopath."

"I hate to ask this, with you two on your honeymoon I'm guessing, from the rings and smiles." Amy and Jake traded proud and slightly embarrassed glances. "If you could come in and just give anything resembling help? I just don't work enough with violent crime. Bar fights yes, four or five every year, some domestic disputes and violence, but all obvious and almost all with witnesses. We have sixteen officers, myself and the captain, but murders, we just don't deal enough with them for me to feel like I could pass on this chance to work with two experts."

Amy shook her head, "I don't know if I'd call myself an expert."

"I kind of recognized you when I saw you, then the names. I was in New York City last month, I read a small article about your harassment case. I showed it to my captain, and he put all of his officers through training, we have three female officers, all of who came forward after and thanked him, admitting they had all experienced different degrees of harassment during their careers and training, not all to the degree you did, but none of it makes for a good environment."

Jake nodded, "I like your captain, any openings for detectives?"

Detective Harmon laughed, "sorry, no, although if you told my captain you wanted my job, he'd be a fool not to give it to you."

Jake shook his head, "no, I like my job, normally."

At the local police station, Amy and Jake were amazed at some of the resources the small department had and also some things they took for granted that the local force did not have. Detective Harmon searched the Connecticut fingerprint database, which didn't bring up anything on the partial print. Amy logged into her account, put in the fingerprint and using the NYPD resources, which included a national search, the print yielded quick results.

"Mitchell Pounds, Long Island, New York." Amy whistled lowly as she looked at his record, "a huge list of priors. Assault, assault, breaking and entering, assault."

Detective Harmon and Jake approached the computer screen, "unsurprisingly, I've never seen the guy. Crime is hard to deal with here sometimes because so many tourists come through and one of the biggest cities in the world is close by, people can come in, commit a crime and disappear."

Jake stared at the picture as a realization hit him, "I saw that bastard today, no wait, it's tomorrow, I saw him yesterday, at the gas station, in New York, outside of Peach Lake. He looked familiar…" Jake closed his eyes and tried to remember where he had seen this man before, "Ames, check known aliases."

Amy scrolled down, "Mitch Ingram, Mitch Isaacs, David Stamp. Wow, that's a lot for a small time, well I guess murder isn't so small time."

"David Stamp, the breaking and entering, where was that?"

Amy clicked on the screen, "nice job Babe, you and Charles made the initial arrest, and then the twenty-first precinct took him from you both."

"Check his financials Ames, if possible. See what cards he's used recently."

"Okay, give me a minute and let me see what I can do."

Harmon shook his head, "you guys can do that?"

Jake looked at him, realizing how nice their resources were, "yeah, especially since his financials were part of past cases. Knowing my wife, she has already requested assistance from our captain and explained the situation."

Amy nodded and smiled, "Holt already gave me permission and clearance. Nothing under his name or his aliases, let me do a check for stolen credit cards used…bingo. The credit card for Ms. Alison Haynes of the Bronx was reported stolen and used at the gas station where you saw him Jake. It was reported after that, and then it was rejected when he or someone else tried to use it at the Pit Stop Station near here.

"That's right by several hotels, I'll have several officers take his picture and canvas the area. The victim's wife is in my office, would the two of you like to talk to her? I can get this started, but we don't have motive yet. We have a body, a fingerprint, but why kill this guy?"

Jake looked at Amy who nodded and smiled, "we'd be honored to, you really don't mind us helping? Jake and I are not used to this, not in New York anyway."

Harmon shrugged, "Like I already said, crime here is rare, and the chance to learn and see cops who investigate the grizzly stuff, it's good for me."

Amy and Jake walked into the detective's small office and found Mrs. Atkins still crying softly as she waited. "Mrs. Atkins," Amy sat next her, pointing Jake to the chair behind detective Harmon's desk, "we were asked by Detective Harmon to speak with you while he starts the search for the man who murdered your husband."

The mention of her husband brought out several more cries and wails from Mrs. Atkins, Jake tried to look positive, "Ma'am, we know how your, where, and even by who, for your husband's murder, the question is why. Did your husband know this man?" Jake handed her the photograph, "Mitchell Pounds."

Tears streamed down Mrs. Atkins' face again, "no, not that I know of. My husband is…was," she gasped loudly, then seemed to calm down considerably, "he was a public defender. He didn't make a lot, we did okay, but he liked to at least getting the best conditions for his clients, even if they were guilty. I know cops don't love defense attorneys, but he was a decent man who tried to do good."

Amy placed her hand on Mrs. Atkins' shoulder, "I understand. I'm sure he was a very good man. Where was your husband's office?"

"In Flushing, we live…I live not far away."

Jake stayed in the office with Mrs. Atkins as Amy excused herself, as she left the office, she took out her phone and called Charles.

"Amy? Honeymoon problems?"

"Charles, no, be good or Jake will cut you off. I need a favor. I need you to look up Mitchell Pounds, he has three or four aliases, and see if you can find out who his defense attorney was."

"Okay, give me a minute, let me set the phone down." Amy waited patiently for close to three minutes, "Amy, it says here for all of his trials, his defender was a woman by the name of Sally Brent."

Amy felt very confused, "okay, that's disappointing. Charles, ask around and see if anyone knows of a public defender, Lionel Atkins."

"I know that guy, he's a decent public defender, nice guy, wasn't slimy like the high priced defense attorneys. He gets a lot of tough clients, but he tries to do his best without being a slime ball."

"He's dead, he was in the cabin right next to ours and was murdered."

"Gotcha, and you suspect Pounds?"

"Yes, his fingerprint was found."

"Jake and I arrested him, Pounds, but we didn't get to keep the case. I met Pounds again when I arrested his girlfriend for assault and battery, she was trying to steal a purse, cracked an old lady's head open."

"Charles, what's the girlfriend's name?"

"Let me think…it was weird, bible like…Delilah Moore, I'll see who defended her." A minute passed by, "Atkins defended her, she got two years, just got released a month ago, but was a no show with her parole officer this week, so a warrant is out for her arrest."

Amy pumped her fist, "Thanks a lot Charles, I have to go. Thanks again!"

Amy motioned for Jake to leave the office, "thanks, it's heavy in there. I feel bad, but then the crying starts to get to me, I'm a few minutes from watching lifetime television and wearing a bathrobe."

"I'm going to search the financials of Pounds' girlfriend, Charles arrested her and met Pounds again."

"Nice, that's a lucky break. I kind of like the small town life Ames, not worrying the upper level jerks are going to screw you over."

"I know it's nice right now, but you heard Harmon talk about the lack of cases and crime, while less crime is very nice, it would be boring for us as detectives."

Jake nodded and went back in with Mrs. Atkins while Amy informed detective Harmon on what she had discovered. She was feeling very good about things as she checked for activity on any of Delilah Moore's credit or debit cards. Amy was beyond happy when she saw the hit on Moore's credit card for the Granby Motel.

Jake wanted to be a part of the arrest and raid on the hotel to bring in the pair, but Amy refused to budge, Harmon agreed, stating he didn't think the state would appreciate him allowing officers from another state to put themselves in danger.

"Ames, I think we'd be a big help."

Amy smiled, "I think we've been a big help, I think we'd be pressing our luck involving ourselves in a raid for a pair that has murdered."

Harmon slapped Jake on the back, "sorry Jake, Amy's right. I wish I didn't have to go, I love my job, but I love my family more."

"I get that, you're right. Be careful Mo."

"Always am, my dad used to tell me if I wasn't being careful, then I was being stupid, and stupid wasn't tolerated at my home."

The chief of police, Chief Wendell came in and talked to Mo before he left with the other officers, the chief stayed behind, he was an older man, of probably sixty or more years, tall, but with a belly and graying red hair.

"Detectives, we can listen in. I like to lead the troops, but I'm not going to be chief for much longer, my time has come and gone. I retire this year. I'm pushing for Mo, but he thinks he'd be either too bored or too annoyed, but he's a natural leader and a great man."

Amy sipped on a coffee while Jake ate three donuts from the local diner while they listened. They heard the officers approach the hotel, then surround it, Mo, Detective Harmon, gave the command and the door was busted down, shots were fired. They could hear through the yelling that Delilah was down and had missed the officers, but Mitchell had climbed out a back window and was running on foot in an abandoned lot behind the motel.

Harmon's voice came on radio, telling everyone he was in pursuit and had gotten lucky, he guessed where Mitchell would run, to the south into a residential area. Mo informed them he had lost sight of the suspect when a gunshot was heard, and then no response.

It took an hour to verify that Mo had been shot and then died on his way to the hospital. Another officer had cornered Mitchell Pounds, now out of ammo, and fired his weapon as the man charged him. The chief was ashen at first, then he cleared his throat several times, "I have to tell Angela what happened and explain why her two girls will have to be without their dad."

Amy shed a few tears, Jake was in a state of shock. Thirty minutes earlier he had been convinced that small town life was perfect for him, less danger, but now this. The chief left to go to the Harmon's house, Jake stood up slowly.

"Jake, are you okay?"

Jake shook his head, "no, far from it. This sucks. Mo was the nicest guy, he didn't have an ego, didn't act like God, this is a good department. Some idiot offs his girlfriend's lawyer and then a good cop has to die."

"There's risks everywhere Jake. I'm sorry I wanted to help in this so much, kind of a crappy honeymoon."

Jake hugged her, "no, I wanted to. It sucks ass about Mo, but this, it reminded me there are good cops and people around. The chief, Mo, nice guys, they didn't know us, but they welcomed us in and treated us better than the NYPD has. I didn't need to see a good man die, but I needed to be reminded that there are good and bad people everywhere."

After a nap and a quiet lunch, Amy and Jake were snuggling in the cool afternoon on their back porch, both each quiet and reflective. Amy's phone rang, "Amy Santiago…Thank you Chief Wendell…I doubt it, but thank you…Yes, I'll tell him…Thank you…you too sir…Goodbye."

Jake smiled sadly, "Chief Wendell's a good dude."

Amy nodded, she looked a little shocked, "he offered us jobs Jake."

Jake laughed, "you'd be detective and I'd be an officer…"

Amy interrupted, "no, you'd be detective and I'd be chief. He's researched us and is positive his town could never find any two people more prepared for any difficulties his town could face."

"Wait…what? Us? I mean…"