Thanksgiving
Excuse me. Uh, so earlier at Amy's, I didn't give a real toast because I didn't know what to say. But since that time, a wise unsmiling man named Jerald Jimes made me realize what I am thankful for. So, I'd just like to say I am happy to be here with my family. My super weird family with two black dads, and two Latina daughters, and two white sons, and ... Gina. And I don't know what you are. Some strange giant baby? To the Nine Nine!
Jake didn't know when he started looking at the squad as more than just the squad. He'd always been close with Gina, ever since grade school- hell, he'd gotten her the job at the Nine Nine- but the rest of them, he didn't know how they fitted into his life. But he was starting to work it out.
They were his family. And whether he wanted them or not, he needed them.
He needed Gina, his childhood best friend. He needed Rosa, the scary sister that would kill for him, given the chance. He needed Charles, the best friend he'd ever had. He needed Terry and Holt, the only father figures he had in his life.
He didn't need Hitchcock and Scully, but they were like the weird uncles that every family had.
He even needed Amy. Amy with her awkward moments and her bad cooking and the genuine smile that lit up the room.
He could probably do without them, but everyone needed a family.