Pre-5x16, Amy clears her desk on her last day as Detective.

It was about eight years ago when Amy sat on that chair for the very first time.

She still remembers that day perfectly, how nervous and excited she was to start this new adventure.

She had just stumbled upon Jake and his 'weird friend,' as she thought of Charles at the time, when her new Captain went out of his office and called her to join him in. She quickly left the pair and walked towards her boss then, trying to forget about the embarrassing thing she just heard ('I'm hearing wedding bells!') and focus on her job instead of paying attention to the Detectives on her back who had started arguing.

("What the hell, Charles?! What was that?!"

"True love, Jakey – you've just been hit by true love.")

She remained in her Captain's office for a while, listening to his instructions, until he took her on a tour of the precinct, explaining everything to her as she assiduously took a lot of notes on her book, and then showed her to her desk.

"Here, you will sit across Peralta," he pointed to the man who was now sitting there at his own desk. "This is Amy Santiago, our new Detective," he introduced her to him.

"Yeah, we met already," Jake replied with a nod, never once making eye-contact with her, as if avoiding her.

There was a pause after that, until their boss spoke again. "Great," he simply let out, then left them alone to go back to his office.

Silence took over again as Amy sat on her chair and started arranging some of the things on the desk, making it her own by adding some of her own stuff – and proudly aligning her 'Det. Amy Santiago' sign with her new colleague's. She could feel his gaze on her, watching her intently moving around from behind his computer, so she looked up.

He opened his mouth when their eyes met, as if to talk, but remained speechless in the end.

"Everything's alright?" she asked with a frown.

"Yeah, it's just… I'm sorry about Charles and what he said. That was awkward."

"It was, yeah…" she nodded in agreement. She wanted to add something, anything, so that they could forget about their first meeting and start over on a better note but nothing came. Thankfully, as if motivated by her starting the conversation, Jake quickly spoke again, and didn't shut up afterwards, asking questions, wanting to know more about his new partner.

(She would learn with time that he was that type of person – always having something to say.)

(She would learn with time that Charles had been right in the end, no matter the trauma he caused her, and wedding bells there would be indeed for them.)

It was eight years ago when Amy sat on that chair for the very first time, and now she's about to leave it for good.

She's about to start a whole new adventure, one step closer to her goals. And though this is of course exciting and all of her dreams coming true, she can't help but feel a bit nostalgic while packing her stuff, thinking about everything that happened here, and the great friends – family, even – she made along the way, while being part of this squad.

Thinking about the man across her desk, who's now going to be her husband in just about a month. It must be stupid, since they're living together and she's literally going to be only one floor below him, but she'll miss being able to work that close to him everyday, sharing glances and other missing moments on the job with him.

"Ready?" Jake suddenly appears from behind her back, taking her out of her reverie just when she was thinking about him. She turns in his direction, and offers him a tender smile as he approaches.

"Almost." She puts her attention back down to what she's holding in her hands – her Detective sign –, brushing against the 'Det.' part of it with her thumb.

She's no longer one. She's a Sergeant now. It still feels a little surreal, when she thinks of it.

When he finally reaches her side, her fiancé puts his own hand on her shoulder, curiously watching what she's doing. He smiles when he sees the sign. "I'm so proud of you," he softly tells her, and that makes her look up at him, her shining eyes meeting his as warmth takes over her heart at his words. He's always been so supportive, and she feels so lucky to have him in her life.

"Though I have to admit, I'll miss working only a few inches away from you," he lets out a chuckle after a beat.

"Don't go fall in love with the new person they assign to this desk," Amy jokes back, turning so that she's facing him now, and that makes him laugh.

"Doubt that," he answers her, letting his hand fall from her shoulder to her own and intertwining their fingers together as he speaks, half-amused, half-serious. "I'll be too busy telling them how great the Sergeant from the floor below is doing and bragging about her being my wife."

Once again, his choice of words overwhelms her with pure bliss.

My wife. They've never been closer to become husband and wife. She can't wait for it to be official.

She's in such complete awe, she doesn't know what to say back at first, until she eventually lets it out –

"I love you."

She leans over then, and presses a gentle peck on his lips.

"Me too."

A smile is lighting up his features when they part. "Now let's go home? You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow."

Amy silently nods, and she lets him lead her out of the room, and the whole precinct, thinking about how this is the last time she's walking in this building as a Detective. Because from the next day on, she's going to go inside as a Sergeant.

(The next morning, when she appears in their bedroom all dressed in her new uniform while he is still in bed, Jake can't help but stop and stare at her for a while.

"How do I look?" she half-nervously, half-excitedly asks him, a huge grin brightening up her face, proudly showing off her new clothes.

There's not a doubt in his voice when he tells her, "You look dope, babe.")