Jake let out a small sigh.

He would be leaving the mafia soon: Marco and Angie would be getting married the next day, and he would be returning to the 99th precinct.

So why did something feel amiss?

Despite being a crime family, the Lanucci family were full of good people. Jake could tell multiple of them—Marco and Angie included—didn't want any part of the criminal aspect of the family. Most of them were either born into the family, or got married into it.

There was a knock on his door, and in popped Marco: the groom of tomorrow's wedding.

"Hey, Marco," Jake greeted with a small grin. "What's up?"

Marco smiled. "I just needed some alone time. My weddings tomorrow, and I wanted someone to talk to."

Jake bit back an anguished sigh. "O-oh… right."

Marco clapped him on the shoulder. "You didn't forget or anything, did you?" he asked with a small laugh.

Jake swallowed thickly: how could he forget? Here he was, talking to the very man who was getting locked up right after the happiest day of his life.

"N-no. Of course not." he stammered.

Marco didn't sense Jake's unease, and continued smiling. "Angie, man… she's something else. I'm in love with her, and I can't wait to begin my life with her."

Jake frowned. "Marco… won't she be worried? I mean, with all the deals going on, will it be safe? You know what happened in the last arms deal."

Marco sighed. "My brother got shot."

Jake nodded. "Exactly. If you're spending the rest of your life with the woman of your dreams, you have to make sure you're not putting your life in danger for the sake of the family and the deals. She can't constantly be worried about her future husband's safety. You owe her that much."

Marco paused. "I guess you're right, Jake. I never really wanted to be part of this family… my father was a Lanucci, so I guess it just applied to me."

Jake sighed. "Do you want your son or daughter to go through that?"

Marco shook his head. "No. But I can't tell anyone. And you can't either. You know what Freddy does to squealers." he finished, giving Jake a hard look.

Jake shuddered. "How could I forget?"

Marco managed a smile. "Get some sleep, bud. It's a big day tomorrow."

Marco closed his door.

Jake let out a sigh. "It certainly is."

ooo

Amy stared at the vacant desk in front of her: Jake's.

She'd be lying if she said she didn't miss Peralta. But, he'd be returning tomorrow. She had to admit, the precinct seemed empty without Jake's constant shenanigans, or him messing around with Captain Holt. The last 6 months seemed bland without the manchild.

"Attention," Holt's deep, monotone voice rang out. "Peralta will be returning tomorrow. I want all of you to be ready for the operation tomorrow."

Sergeant Jeffords spoke up. "We'll be capturing the Lanucci family tomorrow, at Marco's wedding. Jake said majority of the mafia will be attending."

"I don't know what's going to happen, but all of you, but be alert. Dismissed." Holt said pointedly.

Amy returned her gaze to the vacant desk in front of her.

He would be coming back tomorrow.

So why did she feel a sense of trepidation?

ooo

Jake scrubbed his damp hair with a towel, his brown locks still wet from his shower.

"You okay, Lady Hands?" a high pitched voice asked, making him jump.

"Damn, Bianca, you don't sneak up on a guy like that," Jake hissed.

She let out a chuckle. "Sorry. You look tense there."

Jake frowned. "Do I?"

She laid down on his mattress. "Well, are you? You look conflicted, like you're facing a life or death situation."

Jake scowled. "I might as well be."

Bianca frowned. "Look, I may have a reputation for being a moron, but I'm smarter than I look, Jake. I know you, and I know when something's bothering you. You can talk to me."

Jake shot her an amused glare. "If you know me so well, then why don't you tell me?"

She smirked. "You used to be a cop, Lady Hands. You're too scared to get your hands dirty with blood, and you refuse to break the law. You beg Freddie to let you run the numbers, and nothing more. I take it you're undercover or something?"

Jake's jaw dropped.

"Yeah," she said smugly. "You are."

Jake frowned. "Fine, you caught me. What are you going to do? Tell Freddie?"

"I don't think I should. You look conflicted, Jake. You're choosing a side, aren't you? Us or the cops."

Jake scowled. "I'm not. I'm a cop, and you're the bad guys. I'm putting the Lanucci family away."

Bianca smirked. "Whatever you say, Jake. I know something's going to happen at the wedding, cop wise. You can either tell Marco and Freddie now, and truly earn a place in the Lanucci family, or let a lot of people down. Everyone's come to adore you, and I guarantee you that they won't be mad. You really think someone like Angie is a bad person? And you really think arresting her at her own wedding is a good idea?"

Jake growled. "Enough. Is that why you're here? Because Freddie suspected me?"

Bianca shook her head. "No, because I suspected you. I've had suspicions about you for weeks, and now you're confirming them."

Jake rolled his eyes. "The operation is happening tomorrow, Bianca. Be ready."

She shrugged. "You're lying. You know it's wrong to ruin a wedding, especially if the bride and groom are innocent. You really want to lock Marco up?"

Jake closed his eyes. "Stop getting under my skin, Bianca. And don't tell anyone."

She smirked. "I don't have to, because I already know you're going to pick us, Jake."

Just as she was about to exit his room, Jake grabbed her, and spun her around, roughly pinning her against the door. He expected, he wanted, to see fear in her eyes, but all he saw was smugness. He loosened his grip on her shoulders, and let his hands travel down to her waist in defeat.

"I'll tell Freddy." he grumbled.

He reached for the doorknob, but a warm hand grabbed his. Jake raised a brow when Bianca slowly guided his hand back to her waist.

"I… didn't realize how strong you were, Lady Hands… you're definitely a lot more attractive up close." she said breathily.

He swallowed, suddenly very aware that he was only in a towel.

Jake leaned in closer to the girl he had pinned against the wall, and gently pressed his lips against her own. Jake marveled at how soft and ample they were, and soon enough, he was full on making out with Bianca Jean in his little room.

Bianca managed to switch off the lights, and Jake half dragged, half carried her to the bed.

"Let's see what you're packing, Lady Hands." she smirked.

Then, she tugged his towel off.

ooo

Small idea, we'll see where it goes :D

—Jordan