Based in episode 2x12, in which 6-drink-Amy isn't only sad… but she's also very talkative about her feelings. Thing is, she doesn't remember it the day after – and maybe it's for the best. According to Jake, anyway.
I've rewatched the ep not so long ago, and spotted Amy sleeping on the couch at the end (when everyone else is playing the "Real Ray or Fake Ray" game) which inspired me this little thing that I came to finally write. Not my best but I'm posting it anyway haha!
When the Night Falls Down, the Truth Gets Out
It's late in the night (or very early in the morning, depending on the perspective), and almost everyone from the squad has already left the party to join their assigned bedroom now. Only Jake and Gina are still there, quietly enjoying one last beer while recollecting memories of their childhood together, of a time when they were still young, going to different parties, with different people.
They're not completely alone, though – Amy is there too, if only physically. She indeed fell asleep on the couch soon after throwing up, with Gina by her side, pulling her hair back and taking great care of the sad and lonely 6-drink-Amy. Taking great care of her friend.
She hasn't moved one bit since, and won't if no one comes and wakes her up themselves for sure.
Something the red-headed woman ends up proposing with a yawn once her beer is emptied – while she really likes Jake's company, she's starting to feel very tired, and doesn't even try to hide it anymore. "Shouldn't we wake her up?" she asks as she stands up from the spot she's occupied for awhile now, stretches out, then goes to the other woman's side where she stops to stare intently at her a few seconds, before poking at her shoulder.
"Ames?" she calls her name, then.
She doesn't react.
"No need to disturb her," Jake stops Holt's assistant before she can start shaking her whole upper body in an attempt to make her open her eyes. "I'll carry her to bed. Go ahead, you've done enough for her already."
He doesn't have to tell her twice – Gina's out of the room as soon as he finishes his sentence, waving him goodnight, relieved that she won't have to deal with sad, lonely-Amy again. She loves her, she really does, but having to deal with her feelings right now would have been too much when all she wants is to lay down in her bed. So Jake soon finds himself alone in the room with his partner.
Everything is silent around them as he quietly watches her sleep for a few seconds. She seems way more peaceful than she was earlier, when she came back to the basement, whining that 6-drink-Amy was so alone.
He would lie if he'd say that it didn't break his heart to hear her say that, and see her like this. She was his friend, after all – one of his best friends, even –, but before he could react in any way, his boss discovered their fraud, and he found himself having to deal with other problems before being able to come to her and make sure she was okay. And then, once he came back, she was already deep in her sleep.
When he finally lifts her in his arms, gently, carefully, ready to take her upstairs so that she can be more at ease than here on this couch, he's startled a moment about how light she is, but that thought doesn't linger long in his mind, soon replaced by the new surprise of her unconsciously putting her arms around his neck and huddling to his side, the closer she can, her head pressing on his chest.
He doesn't leave right away – tries to find his balance first – then takes a first step towards the stairs to the door. "Jake…" he hears her call his name, so low he almost doesn't catch it, and that makes him stop in his tracks.
She doesn't add anything though, nor does she make a move, so he continues his course to her room, concentrating on not disturbing her too much so that she won't wake up entirely. Once there, he slowly lays her down on her bed, takes off her slippers, then manages to put the covers over her body without making her move too much – he knows she'll be freezing when waking up in the morning otherwise. After that, he begins making his way towards the exit.
"Jake," he hears her call again, more audible this time, and he recognises some tremors in her shaky voice. "Jake, don't leave me, please…" she pleads, and it seems like her breaths are becoming shorter with every new word she lets out.
He's back to her side in a second, worry rushing through his veins. Despite the darkness surrounding them, he notices that she's now opened her eyes. "Ames?" he asks. "Are you alright? Do you need anything?"
"Don't leave me, please…" she simply repeats, again and again, gripping his hand in hers without any warning. The gesture startles him, but less than the fact that she's trembling – he can feel it through her intertwined fingers on his wrist. That's how he understands, when he looks at her again and sees that she's still struggling breathing correctly, that she's on the verge of having a panic attack. 6-drink-Amy must be really, truly depressed.
"I'm not going anywhere," he tries to soothe her, caressing her palm with his thumb. "I promise."
It seems to work for awhile, as she manages to calm down a bit while staring at him, a small smile working its way on her features. It soon disappears though, as sad thoughts come back to disturb her mind, and she can feel tears starting to prickle her eyes as she can't manage to chase them away.
"I don't wanna end up alone…" she shamelessly confesses.
It hits him, then. 6-drink-Amy, sad, desperate-Amy, is sad because of her recent breakup. At least, that's what Jake thinks. And he suddenly feels bad, so bad for not having seen that coming earlier, for having thought she handled her breakup with Teddy well when apprently it was play-pretend all this time. How could have he guessed, though? She was the one who broke things up with him, and already more than a month passed since the day of their disaster of a road trip.
Why would she feel saddened by it now, then? Does she regret her decision? No, that's impossible. What, then? The fact that it didn't end the way she wanted to, because he broke her plans?
That could be a thing. Amy hates it when things don't go according to her plans – it stresses her out deeply. But still, having broken up with one guy doesn't mean she won't find anyone in the future anymore. Especially her, who's beautiful and smart and funny and… and literally one of the best person he's had the chance to meet in his whole life.
He doesn't put the words exactly like that when he talks again to answer her, but he makes sure she knows how great of a person she is. "You'll find someone worthy of you soon, I'm sure, don't worry about that," he tells her. "You have plenty of qualities, any intelligent person could see that and want to have you in their lives."
"But what if… what if I already found that person, but I realised it too late, and now it's over because they're with someone else – someone they truly love?"
I think it's because she liked you back, Teddy's voice echoes in his mind at hearing this while he relives the moment in his head.
Did you?
Maybe. Yes.
"What do you mean?" he only asks, disturbed by her confession.
"I still like you, Jake. But don't worry – I know you're with Sophia, and things are great between you two, and I'm really happy for you. She's great. I missed my chance, that's all. I need to learn to live with that."
"Ames…" he doesn't know what to say in return. He's too aware of what she's feeling right now, since he had to deal with the same thing some months ago. She's hurt, and for once he can't do anything about it. Even worse – he's the one who's hurting her, even though he doesn't mean to, of course. And so he's hurt too.
The same weird feeling he felt when he learned that she, too, had feelings for him at the inn over a month ago takes possession of his chest, but just like back then, he chooses not to think about it too much.
"I'm sorry I'm bothering you with that," she lowers her gaze, now unable to look him in the eye. She's still so full of sadness, he wants to take her in his arms, and tell her that everything is going to be okay.
Which he does, and she holds on to him tight, never wanting to let go.
"I am sorry…" he whispers to her ear.
They stay like this for awhile, wrapped up in each other, hearts beating in usion, until Amy is the one who breaks contact. She finally manages to stare at Jake then, tears falling down her cheeks as she lets her hand wander over his cheek and his own are still at her waist. He wants to say something, anything that could cheer her up but he's completely wordless for once.
"I'm… tired," the woman detective finally breaks the silence, and even though Jake is reluctant about leaving her alone in this state, still under the influence of this 6-drink-Amy, he can read in her gaze that's what she needs right now. He starts leaving then, but turns one last time before passing the door. "You know where I am, if you need anything."
She nods, and turns her back to him, putting herself further into the covers. He stays here a few seconds still, watching her, before regaining his own room for good. He sighs when he lets himself fall onto the bed, and watches the ceiling as one sentence doesn't seem to leave his mind.
I still like you, Jake.
But then he takes his phone he's left here the whole evening to look at the time and sees he received a new text message. He opens it, and a small smile immediately appears on his face when he sees who sent it, and reads it.
Hey babe. I hope you're having fun at your party. Thinking of you. xx
He puts his previous thoughts the farther away from his mind, suddenly feeling somehow guilty. He's in a relationship with Sophia – a really, really good relationship. He loves her. Not Amy. He just feels bad for his friend… nothing more.
That's what he tells himself as he falls asleep anyway.
When he wakes up the next morning, and goes down to the kitchen to have breakfast with his squad, Jake is afraid of how things will go with Amy after the confessions she made him the night before while she was still drunk – he hopes it won't be too awkward between them, now that they finally managed to go back to the relationship they had before this whole "I like you" situation.
He soon realises she completely forgot about everything, though (or, if she hasn't, she's pretty good at hiding it) because he finds her in a deep conversation with Gina, who's currently telling her everything she couldn't seem to remember about the party, half-amused and half-ashamed about it all, especially in front of her Captain who's listening to them. When she seems him, she simply greets him with a huge smile, not seeming a bit disturbed.
"Hey, Gina told me you put me to bed yesterday so that I wouldn't have to stay downstairs, thanks for that," she tells him when he sits in front of her.
The smile he gives her back isn't as big as hers, but it's full of some kind of relief, and just as true. "Anytime," he simply answers, before putting his attention back on his meal.
(It's only one year after, when they're back to one of those weekends of theirs, as a couple this time, that he tells her the truth about what happened that night.
"Yeah," she simply answers. "I kinda remembered too. And I suppose you were right: I did find someone worthy of me after all," she jokes as she presses a bit more against his side as they are the only two persons left on the couch, the other ones already far gone to sleep, and she gently puts her lips on his in a loving kiss.)