Three months ago, Jake Peralta was his usual goofy, fun, Die Hard loving self. Loving his job, his friends, his girlfriend Amy... Three months ago, one punched changed his life. He was still Jake of course, but now things had changed, for better or for worse that was yet to be seen.

Holt read the three month old report again from his office and sighed. "GCS scale result- 11 points. Moderate brain damage. Eyes struggle to focus if subject continues... Still no improvement on speech, tests will be done daily... Surgery number 31 has gone well, swelling on brain has gone..."

Holt closed the folder and sighed. He looked up again when he heard a knock on the door and saw Terry standing there.
"Hello Terry, please, take a seat." He gestured towards a chair. Terry nodded and sat down.

"Is there something you need?"
"Well, none of the squad have any open cases.. Amy has even finished up J.. Jake's paperwork for him and a few of the guys downstairs agreed to take over here for a bit. I was wondering if we could go and visit Jake?"
Holt nodded. "Yes, I think that is an excellent idea, tell everyone to get ready." Terry smiled and nodded, getting up and going out of the office. he frowned when he saw Charles standing on a chair.

"Boyle! What are you doing?" Charles paused and looked at him and then carried on. Terry walked over. "Charles? Hello?" Rosa spoke up, walking over to them.
"Charles saw a rat run off with a picture of his kid up in the vent-"
"Not a rat, a mutant rat-Dam it!" He sighed as he put his hands down, giving up the fight. Terry took a moment to process this. "Why would a rat want the picture in the first place?"

"Who knows?"
"Well, anyway... Get your things, we are visiting Jake today!" Charles gave a squeal and made a fist pump, causing the ceiling tile to come down and the rat with it, landing on Terry's head.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, in a building just off to the side was the long term center with each floor having independent rooms, decorated accordingly to what the patient wanted. Jake looked at himself in the mirror, turning his head slightly and gave a grunt. Sharon was there and walked over with a brush. Jake grinned at her reflection and looked at himself again. He knew this was a special day.

"Alright, hold your horses." She brushed his hair. "There, very smart. Now you got your tie for Holt and your hoody on and of course, the most awesome trainers. Going to be the star of the show today." Jake grinned again, poking his tongue out a bit. Sharon laughed and turned the wheelchair around.

Jake looked around for a moment. "Ahh.. Aah ..Maa..." Sharon looked over to the bed. "Oh, here we are." She grabbed a Llama shaped cushion and put it behind his head. "There we go, much better. Last time you had a visit, you were not so great, now look at you!"

Jake laughed and pushed his head back into the cushion. He gripped the blanket in his hands as a bib was tied around his neck to stop him drooling on his shirt. Sharon looked down at her pager. "Okay, well your guests have arrived, let's go shall we?"
"AH!" Jake gave a loud cry and rocked back and fourth, the straps keeping him in place. He rocked back and fourth because at the moment that was the only way his brain knew how to express happiness.

The squad was in the meeting area, other patients were with their family and friends. Amy looked over as the door opened and Jake was pushed through. Sharon parked him up. "I'll be right over here if you need me." She smiled and left them to it. Jake grinned and looked at the squad, taking each one of their faces in.

Amy kissed his cheek and smiled as Jake reached up, touching her face. Charles gave him a quick hug. Holt looked at him. "How are you feeling Jake?" Jake looked around to him and took a minute, before he blew a wet raspberry. Terry laughed.
"I think that speaks volumes." Holt said, smiling. Jake looked down and then held up his blanket.

"Oh look at that, got the blanket Sharon gave you eh?" Terry asked, watching him. Jake grinned and held it against his face a few times, patting it gently against his skin. Amy smiled. "We brought you a present." Jake paused and looked at Amy and then looked at the bag in her lap. He smiled sweetly. Holt chuckled.

Amy smiled and reached into the bag. It was a light brown bear, the same one that had been in a TV shop that Jake had put a camera inside of it. He did a few quick breathes and reached for it. This was also his exercise on his language skill. Amy held it just out of his reach as Charles spoke up.

"Jake, remember... What do we say for gifts? Can you remember?" Jake looked at Charles for a moment, a small bit of drool coming from his mouth. He frowned as he tried to remember. He gave his best attempt. "Aahh.. hnn.. ooo!" The squad gave a quiet cheer before Amy gave him the teddy. Jake held it close to his chest.

A while later, they had to get back to work. Jake was asleep on his bed, holding the bear. Holt spoke to the doctor. "Is there a reason Jake is acting like this? I refuse to say retarded, I hate that word but..." The doctor stopped him.

"I know what you mean captain. Think of the brain like a sponge. It is constantly filling up our head with information, soaking it up. Jake's brain at the moment, is more like... Being flooded, so it only pushes out the very basic emotions he needs, so the emotions, language skills, eating habits.. Everything is at a very very raw stage at the moment."

"I see. Is there any... Date when things might change?"
"It is impossible to tell, but you will be the first to know if it does." Holt nodded and shook his hand.

Later that evening, Jake was propped up on a beanbag in the gardens, enjoying the summer evening. Sharon sat on a chair next to him. Jake looked around, taking everything his brain could handle. He pointed upwards as he saw some geese flying over. Sharon looked up.
"Oh, good spot Jake. Looks like they are flying home."

Jake watched them, his mouth moving up and down. Sharon watched him. "Come on Jake, you got this." Jake frowned and closed his eyes, squinting them shut for a second.
"H..aa... aahh.. .. ooh.. Hoom. Hooommm Hoomeh. Hom. Home. Home! HOME!" Jake cried with delight as Sharon gave a cry and clapped her hands. Jake laughed and repeated the word.

"Home, home, HOME!"