She looked around the apartment. Usually it was so clean and tidy, everything organised and colour-coded. But not anymore. Now it was a good day if she could drag herself out of bed and be in time for work. She hadn't realised how hard her life would be without Jake until he was gone.

Amy got out of bed and shoved on an outfit that she used to like, her mind was so numb that she didn't care what she wore anymore, but the time she had worn Jake's NYPD hoodie and a pair of his grey joggers, Holt had sent her home. She didn't blame him, on a normal day she would have been disgusted with herself, but now she just couldn't bring herself to care.

Work was work. Her shift dragged on, theories and clues swimming through her head, unnoticed as she focused on Jake and Rosa's case instead. Then when the shift ended she got up and left, in a sort of permenant trance. She didn't even hear Boyle asking her if she was alright or Terry telling her to hang in there.

Then she got home and cracked open a bottle. Then another, then another. Making herself forget that Jake was in prison, that he was alone and in danger.

Boyle looked up at the clock. Amy was late, really late. He tried to ignore it, she was fine. But it was visiting day today, they would finally see Jake. So why was Amy not here. His shift ended at 3pm, they were visiting Jake at 5pm. He had two hours to find Amy (who had never showed up for work) and get her to that prison.

He decided to try her apartment first. Upon opening the door he smelt alcohol. Strong alcohol. Starting to get worried he called out Amy's name. He heard nothing but ran into the bedroom. There she was, fast asleep surrounded by many empty liquor bottles.

"Amy?"

No answer.

"Come on, wake up! It's visiting day!"

She groaned and rolled over.

"Amy!"

Her eyes fluttered open and she frowned. Squinting at him she asked what he was doing. He explained the situation as she slowly sat up, her head throbbing painfully.

After about half an hour they were ready to go, Amy had tried to make herself look normal for Jake, dressed in her normal clothes, wearing makeup to hide the dark circles under her eyes. A smile plastered across her face.

They arrived in the prison car park at 4:50pm. They went in and saw Jake sitting at one of the tables. His face lit up as he saw them and Amy's heart lifted, her smile now genuine. They walked over to him and she pulled him in for a hug, clinging on. For that short 30 minutes, everything was good again.

I hope you liked it... That was my first one-shot.. Sorry if it was a bit all over the place.Anyway, if you enjoyed it or you didn't, then leave a review, so I know what I've done right and wrong.