5x20 Canon-divergence: instead of Rosa, it was Amy who found herself stuck in this active shooter situation.

(Inspired by yet another TGP frozen yogurt flavors prompts no one asked for.)

Amy comes back home to the smell of cleaned house and burnt dinner.

She doesn't really have the time to wonder too much about it, though, because as soon as she passes the front door of her apartment, she's immediately pulled back by a weight rushing onto her, hands cupping her face and lips finding her own, taking them prisoners.

The kiss is messy, desperate.

It's Jake's fingers coming to brush her cheeks before she even has the chance to make another step inside; it's her arms hooking around his back on instinct and searching for balance, gripping his skin over his shirt, taking him with her as she pulls him close, closer, the closest she can to her chest.

It's her response to his assault, with just as fierce as him, barely breathing and yet feeling like she's finally able to breathe again.

It's making up for the lack of existing words that could cover what's on their minds at the end of this awful day they had to go through – and thus it's the sound of their pounding hearts filling the silence of their apartment, proof that they're alive and well. It's her being back home – back to him.

It's the world turning round again.

And, finally, it's one sentence whispered between two quiet sobs when they part, tears falling through shut eyes, foreheads still touching and fingers still brushing skin. "I was so afraid I might lose you today."

"I know. But it's over now. I'm here. I'm fine."

At his fiancée's words, Jake finally draws away, taking one, then two steps back so that he can get a full view of her. He remains quiet as he stares at her – more like studies her –, in search of any possible injury, until he sees it – just below her ear, a red spot standing out against her unusually pale and oh so tired face.

"You're hurt." It's a statement more than a question, and the worry is obvious in his raw voice, and even more so in his gestures, bringing his hand back up to her face, gentler this time, softly brushing beside the blooded strain with his thumb, his wet eyes unable to look away from it.

Until Amy forces him to, making him meet her gaze as she reaches for his hand, moving it off her and curling their fingers together instead.

"It's not mine," she tells him, reassuring, offering him a small smile – but it barely reaches her eyes. She doesn't say more, and Jake can read in her expression that she won't. She doesn't want to talk about it now – so he doesn't insist, simply letting out a relieved sigh as the words repeat in his head.

Not hers.

"I ran a bath for you," the detective suddenly lets out, not knowing what else to say and wanting to change his fiancée's mind from what she had to live through. She only frowns in return, so he goes on with his explanation. "I–… I needed to do something to keep me occupied while you were in there and I couldn't help, so I tried to come up with ideas of how I could make your day better otherwise. I thought a clean house and your favourite dinner would be a good start for when you're back home, but I–… I completely messed up the cooking part."

Hence the burnt smell, Amy thinks but doesn't reply with anything – only lets him talk.

"I did order your favourite takeout instead, though. And I ran a bath for you," he repeats his first words. "It's probably still warm, if you want." He looks nervous as he waits for her to react in any way. She still doesn't say a word at first, simply watches him in awe, tears starting to prickle back in her eyes as her heart clenches in her chest.

It's been a tough day for her, facing danger like she did, but there's no doubt his was just as horrible, being left aside while his fiancée was running a huge risk.

"A bath sounds perfect." Her smile is bigger this time, and looks more real, when she answers him and lets him guide her towards the bathroom, her muscles relaxing at the simple thought of hot water skimming her skin and cleaning her out of the remnant of the day stuck on her skin – Jake thought right; this is exactly was she needs right now.

This, and her fiancé – nothing more.

She doesn't spare any second before she takes off her sergeant uniform and goes inside the bath, breathing out a content sigh when her body hits the hot water, letting herself sink into it until only her head is out, the tips of her now loosened hair floating over her bare shoulders, eyes closed to better appreciate the feeling that's overwhelming her – it's really soothing.

Sensing Jake's gaze on her, she eventually opens back her eyes, watching him watch her. He hasn't moved an inch, debating with himself what he should do – leave her to enjoy her bath alone, or stay with her to keep her company. Truth is, he's so hesitant because he doesn't what she would like best, after what she's been through.

He doesn't want to be away from her but at the same time, he doesn't want to force his presence onto her either.

"Come in with me." Amy helps him take a decision by inviting him to join her inside the bath, pulling her legs back to her chest and scooting over to leave him some space. He remains still for a little longer, until he finally obliges to her request, letting his own clothes fall onto the floor next to hers, then carefully stepping into the tub as well, sitting behind her, his own legs framing her form.

When he's settled comfortably enough, she brings herself back towards him, resting against his chest and relaxing into his embrace, closing her eyes again while his wet fingers gently come brushing the naked skin of her arms and he kisses the top of her head, making her pleasantly shiver. They keep quiet, simply enjoying the moment and the fact that they're back together for a while.

"Thank you. For everything." Amy eventually breaks it, opening her eyes once more and turning around to face her fiancé. He frowns in confusion as he stares back at her.

"I didn't do much. And I still managed to burn dinner."

She lets out a small chuckle at that, taking her hand out of the water to bring it to his face, gently cupping his cheek while she smiles at him. "But you tried. At this bath with you… it's actually all I needed after a day like this. This, and the fact that you didn't try to come and help me. I know how hard it must have been for you to stay here and do nothing."

This time, it's Jake's turn to bring out his hand, absentmindedly curling the wet tip of a strand of her raven hair between his fingers. "It was hell indeed." He doesn't try to hide it, not even a little. "And I almost gave up several times. But I know that's what you wanted me to do. Stay away. So I did."

"I love you." Amy only answers in return as she draws closer, her hand on his cheek finding a new place on the back of his neck while her lips tenderly meet his own, and his own fingers slide along her sides to find their rightful place at her waist under the water, tenderly skimming at the bare skin there while they share a kiss. It's a lot softer than their reunion one, but still as meaningful and full of a shared passion for the other.

When they part, and he watches her, their eyes lost in the other's, Jake finally asks her the question that's been burning his tongue from the moment she appeared in front of him, back in their apartment. "You're okay?"

She's been through quite a traumatic event, today, after all – he doesn't know exactly what she saw, or how close to danger she's been, but he will let her tell him in her own terms, when she feels like it.

Her mouth curls up in a loving beam when she answers him. "Yeah. With you, I'm always gonna be."