In the midst of the storm, there's finally light.
Or at least, metaphorical (and artificial) light, as the sun has set a long time ago, making space for the night and its characteristical darkness to take over. The sky above is a mix of dark blue and black, dabbed with occasional clouds bringing some paler shades to the picture it draws. 5:30 pm has long since gone on this fine day of May 15th, and Jake and Amy still aren't married.
Yet.
"You sure you wanna do it here?" she asks through the phone, her eyes fixed in front of her trying to make out his silhouette in the middle of the crowd of people standing on the other side of the bridge. Despite the lights of the police cars blocking the way that are blinding her, she can still easily recognize him. His bright white shirt stands out from the other officers' otherwise dark uniforms.
(How he managed to keep it clean and pristine is a mystery, knowing him and after the day of running around the city they had.)
"Amy Santiago, I would marry you any time, any place. Plus how cool is it to get married on the Brooklyn Bridge?" His voice is as confident as ever. He's standing so far away from her that his face comes out blurry to her eyes but still, she can tell he's grinning.
A soft smile forms on her own features. "Okay, then. Let's do this."
"I'll see you in the middle."
Amy takes a deep breath as she hangs up and puts her phone away. She takes a second to look around before she starts walking. Gina and Rosa are here by her side; they knowingly nod at her when their gazes meet. The huge buildings behind and in front of her are all illuminated – life is still running at full speed out there on the shore, even this late at night, while it seems suspended up here above the water.
It's a weird, yet much-welcomed contrast to the bustle of what was going on here barely an hour ago. Of what is normally going on here every day.
Indeed, the usually very packed way in front of her is empty, except for Captain Holt standing in the middle of the bridge and waiting for the two fiancés to join him on the made-up altar.
This is not what they spent months planning.
This is somehow perfect.
Amy takes a first step forward and, on the other side of the bridge, Jake does the same. Her heart is pounding in her chest but it's not out of fear or possible second thoughts. It's out of love for the man standing across the bridge, getting closer and closer to her with each new step they take towards the center – towards one another.
It's out of excitement and eagerness to finally be reunited with the love of her life after such a long and tiring day, and this for the rest of their existence.
They'll finally be able to seal this promise of a lifetime.
Part of their squad is standing behind him, just like she knows the other part is standing behind her as well, following short to get closer and enjoy the ceremony. But Amy doesn't pay them any attention – it's like all the lights of the bridge, of the whole city even, are bent down on Jake, and Jake only.
The rest doesn't matter.
"Hey, you." They eventually join each other on the altar. Jake's smile is as bright as the stars above. (As bright as the lights on the bridge.) "You look beautiful," he says softly. His eyes are scanning her, up and down, shining in the dark of this quiet night. The dress she's wearing is not the one she chose – it's not even hers – but it is beautiful indeed.
And she does look absolutely stunning it in.
"Thank you." She can feel the upcoming blush burning the tip of her ears and upcoming tears prickling in her eyes.
A beat passes, during which none of them loses sight of the other, until Holt speaks up when everyone's settled around them.
"We are here today to celebrate the wedding of Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago…"
In the midst of the storm, there's finally light, as Jake and Amy seal their union with a kiss under the calm Brooklyn sky after such a chaotic day they had.
And as they part, eyes still stuck on the other and a smile full of adoration and pure awe, it's clear they wouldn't have had it any other way.