"Ana, if you don't come and put your scarf and beanie right now, we won't be able to pick daddy up at work!" Amy's threatening voice rises up into the air, over her daughter's own laughter currently filling the room as she's excitedly running around the house. Her warning seems to work, since only a minute later, the 5-year old girl appears in front of her, grabbing the clothes her mother was holding in her hands and hastily putting them on her head and around her neck.

She's done getting dressed in record-time, turning back to look at her mother with a proud grin that shows her small dimples and newly-missing teeth – something resembling a lot Jake's own smile (minus the missing teeth, of course – though he did lose one of his once), Amy can't help but think. "Look, mommy, I'm ready, we can go!" She squirms, unable to remain still, obviously very impatient to leave the house and meet with her father after a long day away from him.

The woman lets out a heartful laugh at the sight of her child – she's nothing near ready, unfortunately, despite her indeed putting her clothes on like she was asked to. Her beanie is put all upside down, already falling on one side, leaving her right ear only covered by her long, dark curls, and her scarf is only loosely tied too. Her mother approaches her and squats in front of the little girl to rearrange them over her body. She then looks back up at her with a smile and blows a quick peck on the top of her head. "Here." She takes a short moment to contemplate her work before she finally stands up. "Now we're ready."

She offers Ana her hand, that the child immediately takes in hers, curling her small fingers around Amy's. They head out the doorway and towards the parked car then. The ride to the ninety-ninth precinct is filled with the young girl's comments, unable to keep quiet, even for just a minute. After all, she loves it when her parents take her to visit their workplace (where they met for the first time, too, she knows the story well); loves everyone there, all her work-aunts and uncles and how they take care of her and always show her cool stuff.

What she loves most, though, along with playing with all the toys placed on Jake's desk of course (which have strangely doubled in number since her birth), has to be hanging out in Holt's office with her 'grampa Ray.'

When they finally enter the bullpen, the one man they're looking for isn't here. Charles is the one welcoming them in a warm, almost teary embrace at the sight of the little girl and her mother ("look who's here – my beautiful little half-Jake!" "urgh, Uncle Charles, stop calling me that!") before informing them that their detective is not here but still on the field. This is how they find themselves, upon Ana's request, knocking on Holt's door instead.

"Grampa Ray!" The child barely waits for him to answer their call to rush into the office and jump straight onto his lap, greeting him with a tight, loving hug, to which he timidly answers. He tries to hide it as much as he can, but Amy notices the smile forming on his face as he holds the child close nonetheless, and her heart instantly warms up in her chest seeing two of her favourite people sharing this sweet moment together.

No matter what he may assure, Raymond is completely head over heels for his goddaughter.

Eventually, they part from their embrace, but Ana shows no intention of moving from his lap even after that. He keeps her there without question, simply looking back up at her mother to greet her as well. After explaining what they're doing here, Amy and her mentor engage in conversations, the woman updating him on her recent promotion from being sergeant of the uniformed officers to managing detectives now, another step towards her lifelong goal.

First thing Jake notices when he comes back from the field, finally ready to go home to his family, is his wife's purse laid on his desk. He turns around, frowning in surprise – she's not supposed to be here but in their house, taking care of their daughter on the girl's holidays and her day off –, but as he scans the room in search of Amy, he's met with an empty bullpen; it seems like everyone has left already, and there's no sign of the woman nowhere near. The only still lively place looks to be Holt's office, with the lights still on, that's why he heads over there, hoping he'll know where she is.

What he sees when he opens the door after being invited to makes him suddenly stop in his tracks, a true beam lighting up his features at the sight of his little girl sitting on his "work dad" lap and currently playing with whatever she found on his desk while her mother is sitting in front of him, talking. Ana looks up from her game when she hears the creaking sound of the door opening and her face brightens as well when she recognises who just came in.

"Daddy!" she exclaims as she unceremoniously jumps off the other man's lap and in Jake's arms instead, curling her small arms around his neck when he squats to meet her height and pick her, tightening his embrace around her back as he stands back up.

"How's my favourite girl doing?" The detective draws himself a little bit away from his daughter so that he can see her fully, grinning widely as he speaks.

"I missed you," she admits with a sad pout. She raises a hand to gently poke his cheek with her finger, her smile back within a second before she goes on. "So mommy said we could come and bring you home." Her eyes are shining as she watches him and, hearing her words, Jake's own beam softens.

He missed her too – a lot. Always does when he's away from her, even for just a few hours of work. If it were up to him, he'd never leave his house and her.

(Them, with Amy.)

Thinking about his wife makes him search for her gaze behind the girl's shoulder, offering her a tender smile when their eyes finally meet as she turned around and is now watching the two members of her family interact together from her seat, her heart so full in her chest. He comes closer, Ana still comfortably settled in his arms and puts his free hand on his wife's shoulder, kissing her hair as a tender 'hello.'

"Well, I won't keep you there any longer." Holt suddenly hawks, breaking the moment between the family, reminding them where they are and who they are with. "Go home, Peralta, the day's over."

"Thank you, Sir." The detective nods, and as she quickly stands up to follow him out, Amy blushes, a little ashamed of acting in such an intimate way in front of her former captain.

But, before they have the chance to pass the office's door, Ana asks to be released from her father's arms. Once put back on the ground, she goes straight towards the older man and offers him her hand, exchanging a serious look with him. Her parents curiously watch her do from afar, a small, soft smile lighting up their features, pretty sure she's asking him for a handshake.

"Bye, grampa Ray!" she exclaims and, right on cue, he gently hits her small palm with his bigger one in a knowing gesture. After that follows a number of elaborate, though perfectly synchronised movements between them – their very own, personalised high five, the other two soon realise; something they must have worked on for a long time to make it look that good – and still, it's the first time Jake and Amy are witnessing it.

"Oh my God, it's the perfect high five!" the little girl's father gasps in a whisper, his eyes glued on her and Holt's movements while his hand reaches to grasp his wife's arm, watching them do in shock and awe, barely believing it, feeling both proud and touched by such a scene at the same time.

(Next to him, Amy is pretty much the same mess – nothing can make her happier than seeing her daughter and mentor share a bonding moment – except maybe the sight of her husband and daughter sharing a bonding moment together as well.)