It's Finally Me and You (And Your Friend Charles)

Jake is talking with his eyes closed, lying face down on his pool chair on the beach, relaxing under his wife's touch massaging his back while covering it in sunscreen, when he's suddenly cut in his ramblings about how he never wants to come back from their honeymoon by Amy's hand gripping his shoulder harder than necessary, her nails digging into his skin, startling him.

Usually, he wouldn't mind a little roughness – would even ask for it on the right occasions –, but the loud surprised gasp she lets out at the same time tells him that her gesture wasn't made on purpose.

"Everything's alright, babe?" he asks, curious and a little worried. His eyes are now open, but he doesn't make a move.

"Look up," she simply says, quickly loosening her grasp on him at the sound of his voice, taken out of her trance. She gently brushes his skin with her thumb, over the prints her fingers left on it. She can feel the top of her ears start to burn with a coming shameful blush when she realises how hard she's been holding onto him.

Jake obliges, turning around and straightening on his chair. His eyes immediately find his wife's and he studies her with her frown. She nods towards somewhere in the distance, inviting him to look where she's pointing at and that's when he finally sees it – or, rather, them – too: Charles and Genevieve are coming their way.

They wave at the newlyweds, and Jake can see his best friend's grin grow wider when their eyes meet, while his own diminishes with each new step the other couple takes towards them.

"What the hell is Charles doing here?!" He eventually lets out in shock, unable to take his gaze away from him.

"Don't ask me." Amy's upset voice makes Jake finally turn his attention back towards her – he can thus see she's glaring at him with a suspicious glint in her eyes, her eyebrows raised in question and her arms crossed over her chest. "Babe, did you tell him where we were going for our honeymoon?"

Jake sheepishly lowers his head.

"I might have possibly spilled it out during our wedding celebration at Shaw's… Or when my father called to tell me about finding us a flight…"

Amy sighs, the look on her face even more severe now, he notices when he attempts a glance up at her following his confession. "JAKE! We agreed on keeping the destination a secret so that something like thiswouldn't happen. Especially after how our wedding turned out," she complains.

"I know. And I'm sorry. But I was so excited about all of this. My father doing something nice for us – for me, for once. And that our honeymoon wouldn't be ruined finally, that we'd be able to spend a full week of vacation just the two of us to celebrate being married." He truly looks up at her this time and can witness her expression soften with each new word he lets out in explanation.

She offers him a shy smile, taking his hands in hers, squeezing them lightly. She can't be mad at him for too long – she understands how he feels all too well, this want to share his happiness with the world.

She has it as well.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have the time to respond with anything, Charles and Genevieve reaching their side.

"Jake! Amy! What a coincidence," Genevieve talks first, smiling brightly at them.

"Sure is a coincidence…" Amy mumbles under her breath – only Jake hears her, tightening his grasp around her fingers to calm her down, sensing she's starting to get stressed.

"Let me handle this," he whispers into her ear, pulling her closer and kissing her cheek on the way, wanting to make up for being at the origin of this situation. Then, louder, his eyes stuck on Charles and a forced polite smile on his face, he asks in a falsely nice voice at the attention of the other couple, "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, you know, just enjoy a little romantic getaway at the beach," Charles answers this time, wearing a huge, knowing grin on his features.

"And you chose this particular one, miles away from New York, because…?"

"Genevieve has some family here." The other detective doesn't lose it. "The real question is, what are you guys doing here?! You should be back at your hotel right now. Y'know, making babies." He winks.

Against his side, Jake can feel Amy's body tense, a disgusted pout forming on both of their faces. He sweetly strokes her arm before standing up.

"Okay, buddy, can I talk to you in private for a sec?"

"Sure."

The pair leaves the women alone, walking a few steps away. "So, tell me. How's the honeymoon going?! I want all the details!" Charles asks as soon as they're out of earshot, his smile as big and bright as ever.

"It was going pretty great, thank you. Until you arrived and crushed it." Jake doesn't even try and be subtle anymore. "What the hell, bud? How could you imagine coming here would be a good idea?!"

"I just wanted to make sure you guys had everything you needed here," he tries to defend himself.

"Well, we do. So now, can you leave us alone, please?"

Charles only nods his agreement in return. Jake studies him for a few seconds, wanting to know he's sincere and won't try to interfere in his quiet vacation with Amy ever again. Then, when he does, they go back to their respective spouse and girlfriend. Jake barely has the time to sit back next to Amy that someone else rushes towards them, shouting Charles's name, panting when he stops in front of the group.

Amy's eyes widen when she recognises the man in front of them, reaching for her husband's hand in comfort as she speaks. "Great. Now Terry's here too."

Unbelievable, she thinks. It's like they can't get rid of their squad and have a normal, quiet vacation, even for just a week.

"I'm sorry, guys. I tried to talk him out of this, but he wouldn't listen," the Sarge excuses himself, seemingly embarrassed to be here with them, during their honeymoon.

"Well, Charles was just telling me he had to leave, right, Charles?" Jake gives his best friend a knowing, insisting look. "So we're all good here."

"Yes. Genevieve and I have some family to meet," he confirms. "Jakey, Ames," he nods at them. "Enjoy the rest of your vacation, and see you next week. Don't forget to come back with some gifts," he can't help but add with a suggestive wink at the couple, which owes him a dark glare and his name being shouted once more before he eventually leaves.

Terry is soon to follow after apologising one more time for not being able to prevent this moment from happening.

"I'm so sorry," Jake says too when they're finally alone again, letting out a sigh.

"It's okay," Amy simply replies with a smile, feeling much better now that their friends left. She cups her husband's cheek and kisses him lightly. "Do you want to go back to our hotel and stay in bed all day, away from everyone?" she asks when they part, her eyes lovingly locking with his – she had enough company for today and only wants to enjoy her time with the man she loves, right now.

He seems to agree with her. "Yep, let's do that." He stands up, taking her by the hand to invite her to do the same, leading her back to their room after putting some of their clothes back on.

He freezes in front of their door's room, suddenly hesitant. "Wait."

"What?" Amy frowns.

"What if Holt is in there, waiting for us to come back, lurking in the dark?" He turns to her, worry visible in his eyes, and the expression on his face makes the woman laugh.

"I highly doubt so."

"He did that for Halloween…" He reminds her of the fact.

"Oh, yeah… That was creepy. But still, he has so much more to take care of now that he's a commissioner."

These words seem to work on Jake, because he simply smiles in return, before suddenly taking Amy in his arms without a warning first, making her let out a surprised giggle. He carries her inside the room bridal style – it's dark, the curtains closed to keep the warmth outside of it. He carefully walks towards the bed, lying her there before joining her.

He's about to reach and kiss her when he's suddenly stopped in his tracks by a low voice he knows all too well resonating on his back and spots Holt opening the curtains with a mischievous grin covering his face. "Hello, Peralta. Santiago."

Jake screams so loudly at the sight that he wakes himself up, the light coming from the shining sun above him blinding him for a few seconds before adjusting to it.

"Babe?" Over him, stopping still in her massaging his back with sunscreen, Amy calls his name, worried. He turns around, only to see her, and just her, on the beach. That's when he realises he's been dreaming the whole time and lets out a loud, relieved sigh. "You're okay?" she asks again in front of his silence.

He scans the place, just to make sure they're alone indeed before putting his gaze back on his wife, smiling. "I am, yeah. I just fell asleep and had the weirdest dream," he reassures her.

Amy raises an eyebrow in question, letting out a small chuckle while rolling her eyes, but doesn't ask for more, concentrating again on rubbing her husband's back with the lotion, allowing him to quickly relax under her expert, welcomed touch.

(He tells her about what happened in his dream later that day on their way back to their hotel and, even though they know they're being paranoid, they can't help but stop in the middle of their heated kiss once they're inside the room to check everywhere for a possible intruder before going back to what they were doing once reassured no-one's there and join their bed.)