Jake glanced at Amy, who was too immersed in her new case to pay him any attention. He then looked at the rest of the precinct—Rosa was sharpening her knife, Boyle was busy talking to Genevieve about their adoption plans, Terry was out with his daughters for the day, Gina was lazily on her phone; it had been a while since she had come back from maternity leave, Hitchcock and Scully were doing… well something, and Captain Holt was in his office.

Everyone was busy. It was the perfect time.

Amy noticed Jake stand up and strut towards the evidence room. She shook her head. It was probably nothing.

He returned about fifteen minutes later, emptyhanded, and sat down—only he missed his chair, and went crashing into the floor instead.

"Jake!" Amy asked. "Are you okay?"

He shook his head. He seemed more dazed than in pain. "Hmm? Yeah… I'm okay. I'm fine." he said, a strange calm filling his tone.

Jake calmly got back onto his chair, barely noticing the dozens of eyes that were staring at him.

Amy raised a brow. "Babe, seriously. Are you okay?"

He shot her an annoyed look. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

'Well, for starters, you have a fat case sitting on your desk, and you're barely paying attention to it."

He sighed. "I'm just a little tired, Ames, that's all."

As he pretended to work on the case, his mind wandered elsewhere.

"Don't freak out. Just stay calm. You're on a crazy amount of Blizz, but your brain still works."

Jake shook his head vigorously, and tried to focus on his paperwork. He didn't need a precinct full of detective's and police officers knowing that he was… well high.

"I was worried you were still a cop, but what kind of cop does that much meth?" Romero chuckled.

"Well, no, no, not meth. Blizz." Jake insisted.

"Yeah, that's meth. We just call it Blizz 'cause meth has a bit of an image problem."

"Oh! Oh, my God, I guess I'm addicted to meth. No, I'm not. I just love it and I am consumed with the thought of doing it again."

Jake felt antsy once he felt the drug wearing off. He needed more.

Rosa's eyes followed Jake as he shiftily made his way to the evidence room for the second time that day. She usually didn't pay much attention to things like those, but by the way he casually fell and didn't make any effort to make it look 'cool', was concerning and suspicious enough.

So, she stood up, and made her way to the evidence room.

And what she saw horrified her.

Her closest friend, rolling his sleeve up with one hand, his other hand holding a syringe filled with a white substance.

Meth.

Her jaw dropped as the needle gently poked his arm.

"What the hell, Jake!" Rosa snapped.

He whipped around, dropping the syringe.

"Rosa! It's not what it looks like!"

She punched him across the jaw, and his nose let out a nasty crack. The Latina grabbed him by the tie he hated wearing so much, and dragged him outside.

"Rosa, what the hell!" Boyle snapped as his best friend was thrown onto his desk, sending papers and various flying around the precinct.

Several officers rushed to hold her back, but Rosa refused to be held. She broke free of their grasp, and angrily punched Jake again.

"Rosa!" Amy yelled.

It wasn't until the sharp voice of her commanding officer that her rationale returned.

"ENOUGH!" Holt boomed above all the chaos.

"Jake! You're bleeding!" Charles fussed, grabbing a handkerchief, pressing it against Peralta's lip.

Holt stormed towards them. "Detective Diaz, I need an explanation! Now."

"I saw Jake taking meth in the evidence room!" Rosa snapped.

Everyone went silent.

"Jake?" Holt asked. "Is this true?"

He looked at them, and slowly nodded his head, confirming their worst suspicions.

"Oh, Jake…" Gina said sadly, watching as her childhood friend was dragged into Holt's office.

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New fandom, fresh start

So, I've been wanting to do this for a while, I hope it's not too shabby :)