SPOILERS about the finale. Set in a near future, not long after the wedding. Jake has a little surprise for Amy.
When Amy comes back from getting herself a cup of coffee, she catches her most dedicated officer in a deep conversation with her husband in front of her desk. She frowns, not expecting to see Jake here, but then he says something that makes Gary laugh, and she softens, a smile spreading across her face as she comes closer to the pair.
She remembers their encounter, how both so nervous and excited her subordinate was to meet her husband – still fiancé at the time – and the amused look the other man gave her when he shook his hand, talking too quickly and loud as he told him that you must be Jake, I'm so honoured to finally be meeting you!
There already wasn't a doubt about that, but as she watched them interact for the first time, she couldn't help but think that he was an Amy indeed, from his cleverness to his weird obsession over his boss – and thus everything (and everyone) related to her.
"Hi Jake," the Sergeant happily greets her husband when she finally reaches their sides, to which he answers with a smile of his own, his whole attention immediately switching from his conversation partner to her. "Jennings," she politely nods at her officer then, and he brightly smiles back at her too.
A beat passes, and the young man doesn't seem to understand this was his cue to move, standing in the way of the couple and looking at them as if waiting for them to go on with whatever they have to say to each other without minding him, so she gives him another look, more pressing this time.
"Oh, I'm… going to go now, I have some paperwork to do," he suddenly gets it, sheepishly pointing towards his own desk. "It was great seeing you again, Jake. Bye!"
And just like that, he rushes away. The other two curiously watch him as he leaves with kind mockery in their eyes.
"I love that guy," Jake eventually turns to his wife, a grin lighting up his features as he speaks.
"Yeah, and he really loves you too," she acknowledges with a small chuckle. "I don't know what you guys talk about, but you always seem to make him laugh."
"What can I say? I have that effect on Amies," Jake fake-modestly shrugs. In response, his wife simply rolls her eyes, not bothering answering with anything as she pretends being annoyed by his silliness. Which doesn't work well, since a laugh escapes her throat despite all her good intentions to remain stoical.
Because he's right, after all, and this is a good example of it – he does make her laugh. A lot.
"Anyways," she falls serious again, her curiosity taking over. "What are you doing down here? It's not lunchtime yet."
"Do I need a reason to come see my wife?"
Amy's lips instantly curl up into a soft smile, her heart warming up in her chest at his choice of words. They've been married for a few weeks now, but she still feels overwhelmed every time he refers to her as such – his wife. She's not quite sure she'll ever stop marvel at it someday, even years from now.
She tries not to let her mind linger on it too much, having other things to deal with right now – like figuring out what's going on with her husband.
"Jake…" she trails off then. "I can see you're hiding something." As she speaks, she points at his left hand he's kept behind his back ever since she joined him at her desk, and caught her attention the moment she saw him standing like that. "What is it?"
"Okay, fine," he gives up. "Remember how we were looking through our wedding pictures the other night to pick the ones we'd like to have printed?" All of a sudden he sounds really excited, his eyes sparkling as he intently stares at her with a mysterious expression on his face, waiting for her to react.
She nods her invitation for him to go on with his statement, not understanding where he's going with it yet.
Because of course she remembers. They spent the whole night back from their honeymoon curled up on the couch with a bottle of wine going through all the pictures and videos their friends took of them on their big day, reminiscing it with emotion and mocking Charles for not being able to take one decent one, all of them blurry from his shaking and crying while he was shooting or recording them.
He was even sobbing so much during the actual ceremony that you can't hear the pair recite vows through his loud tears.
(Thank God Terry and Gina were capturing it too, for Amy would have been truly disappointed not to be able to relive that moment when Jake started to rap how strongly he felt about her, improvising a line in his very prepared speech about how they were currently standing at the exact same spot where he told her he wished for something romantic to happen between them for the very first time and how they were getting married now, managing to make her laugh and cry both at the same time.)
(It really was one of the highlight of the day – even though the whole day, bomb threat and what followed next forgotten, was a highlight by itself.)
"Well, I think I found my favourite," he takes her from her reverie and back to the reality of the moment, finally moving his hand from behind his back and handing her what he was holding in it. She grabs it between her own fingers, and when her eyes lay on the picture, she lets out a wholehearted laugh.
"Seriously? You chose this one to frame?" She looks up at him, amused, and he nods in agreement.
She can't quite believe it. Out of all the hundreds of beautiful pictures their friends took of them with actual cameras and in a dreamy setting, Jake picked the one silly selfie they made with his phone while waiting at her old desk, not even in such a good quality. But, as she recollects the moment, it actually suddenly makes a lot of sense.
The bomb threat had just been out, and they were back at the precinct, still in their wedding outfits but not yet married, interrupted right in the middle of it, and Amy was starting to really feel stressed out about their ceremony turning wrong. She sat on her old chair and buried her hands into her hands, letting out an irritated sigh, but in just about a second Jake was by her side, making her look up by intertwining their fingers together and stroking her back, telling her that everything was going to be alright, that no matter what by the end of the day they would be husband and wife, and that it was all that mattered.
He told her months ago he would marry her in a dumpster if he had to, and that offer still stood.
(Hopefully they never got to get to that.)
He calmed her down the way only him ever knew how, and he made her laugh, her anxiety loosening with every new word he let out, and eventually he took out his phone as they were waiting for some updates on what was going on, starting to take pictures, telling her about how he wanted to capture that moment forever –
The day he was marrying the love of his life. Because not even a bomb could take how happy this made him feel away from him.
She played along with him then, making silly faces at the camera, and when he came closer to press their heads together while pressing on the button of his phone, she swore she never felt so whole and loved and in love than it that particular instant.
(In the end he was right. Before the sun set that day they were married indeed, even though it wasn't where, and how, they had initially planned it.)
(It was better, in a sense.)
(It was them – just like this photo is. A perfect representation of their relationship. Two best friends madly in love with each other.)
That's why, when she finally looks back up to her husband after staring at the picture for a while, there are a few tears prickling in Amy's eyes – happy, emotional salty pearls.
"I love it. Thanks, babe," she finds her voice again. Moved by his attentions, she puts a hand on his heart, gently grabbing his shirt, and he covers it with his own, squeezing it between his fingers all the while looking at her with pure bliss in his eyes and a loving smile on his lips.
If they weren't in a room full of their subordinates, she would have kissed him right there, right now, but she has to restrain herself instead.
Quickly though, she draws herself away from him and goes around her desk, to carefully put the framed picture right next to the one that is already laying there, that she took from her old desk upstairs – another photo of the both of them. She takes a moment to look at them, a contented beam brightening up her face as she does so.
They've gone through some hard times in the past, like during that day the first picture was taken, as a few hours later Jake was wrongly found guilty for some crime, but she's glad now things seem to have fallen back to place for them, as the second picture shows it perfectly. They're united until the end.
(Only later that day will she notice, when it's her turn to visit his floor as she needs to talk to her Captain, that he actually framed the photo twice, keeping one for himself to put on his own desk, right in evidence in the middle of the mess that his desk is.
She smiles at the sight of it, and stops on her way back down to take a look at it – even if the same one is waiting for her on her own place.)
(And, as years go by, both their desks will get filled with more and more pictures, as their family grows bigger and bigger.)