If coming back home to an empty apartment hasn't been strange enough, Jake is completely stunned when he opens the door after he hears a knock and finds himself face-to-face with his very visibly very drunk wife (she can barely stand on her two feet) holding onto… a just as shockingly sober and responsible Hitchcock?!

Jake knew Amy had plans to go to Shaw's and have a few drinks with the rest of the squad, but still – it's past 4 a.m., which means they stayed until closing time of the bar, something that usually never happens. Even on the night of their wedding, they didn't stay this late (though they did stay up late enough to see the sun rising through the curtains of their room – they just needed some welcomed privacy away from the crowded place, plus the general celebrating mood quickly died down after Holt read the news about him not getting his dream job).

This night has almost reached its end but clearly, it's still full of surprises.

"Hi, babe!" Amy literally shouts the words when she meets his gaze. She tries to wave at him but almost loses her balance with the attempted gesture; he instinctively takes a step forward and catches her before she falls. He welcomes her into his embrace, releasing their colleague from her tight grip on his arm.

"I'm happy to see you too but if you could keep it down a little… I think people in the building would like to sleep." Jake amusedly smiles at her. She tries to smile back but it soon turns into a yawn.

"She was back at three drinks but then vomited again after she got off the cab and backed down to Loud Amy," Hitchcock explains. Jake shoots him, then his wife, a curious look. It seems like he missed out on a very wild night – and he probably won't get any details about it from Amy, or at least not before the morning after (if she remembers anything).

Indeed, as he glances at her, he sees her blink repeatedly; she's fighting hard not to fall asleep right here on the doorway. He can feel it in the way she's weighing heavier and heavier against his side too. He offers her another fond and loving smile. "Ooookay. Let's get you to bed, shall we?"

She nods her agreement against his shoulder. She's apparently too tired for words.

"Thanks Hitchcock, we'll see you on Monday at work," Jake looks up at the other man for a second then closes the door in front of him without waiting for an answer.

Slowly, ever-so-carefully, he walks Amy to their bedroom and sits her on the mattress. Her head keeps falling down while he takes her clothes off to get her more comfortable before tucking her in. Jake can't retain the small laugh that escapes his throat when she suddenly jerks her head back up in a moment of awakening and a grimace immediately forms on her face, surely due to the pain it caused to her dizzy head.

(He knows he should feel bad for her but all he can think about right now is how he won't have to make up an excuse later when they wake up to stay in bed and cuddle all morning during their shared day off. She will be the one begging him to keep the lights off and do nothing.)

"Rough night?!" he teases when their gazes meet. The only answer he gets in return is a low grunt coming from Amy, who's already closing her eyes again. It makes him laugh a little harder.

She's adorable even at her worst.

"Okay, let's tuck you in now." Jake throws the covers over and gently leans her back when he's down undressing her and made her drink a glass of water. She doesn't try to resist and he soon joins her in, laying on his side of the bed. She doesn't waste any time after that to glue her body against his, seeking some of his warmth while wrapping her arms around his middle and entangling their legs together under the covers.

She then lets her head fall onto the crook of his neck and lets out a contented sigh.

(Post-drunken nights Amy is usually extra clingy and Jake's loving it.)

"You alright there, honey?" he asks when she's stopped moving. He can feel her breathing evening out against his ear. "World's not spinning too much?"

"Uh-huh." She shakes her head slowly. He feels something wet against his skin as she presses a small kiss on his neck with her head buried there. It sends shivers running down his spine. "I'm okay." Amy settles more against his side. "We saved Shaw's," she whispers into his ear and even though Jake has no idea why they could have lost the bar he still understands it makes her happy from the dreamy smile he can tell she's wearing on her lips.

(It somehow makes him happy too, despite not knowing the full story behind her enigmatic words – he definitely couldn't bear the thought of possibly losing one of the places where he keeps some of the best memories of his shared moments with his squad.

With his wife. Including the rest of their wedding night following the ceremony.)

"I'm glad you did," he simply answers, knowing all too well it's useless to ask to tell him more about it right now. She'll have all the time to update him on the latest news in the morning.

(He, too, has a lot to share with her regarding his latest encounter with Doug Judy and how things turned out.)

Jake takes one of her hands that's secured around his middle in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss there. "G'night, babe."

He receives no other reply than a small snore coming from Amy's side. He slightly turns his head to be able to see her without disturbing her and watches her sleep for a minute, shaking his head with a small chuckle and his heart full of love for his wife. He then lets his head fall back onto his pillow and closes his eyes too. He puts his hands on top of hers and softly rubs their back with his thumb.

He's lulled to sleep by her even breathing against his ear and the feeling of her rising and falling stomach against his back.