pink dresses & accidental donkeys
"Pink will always show one's love."
― Anthony T. Hincks
(s1, ep. 7)
48 hours.
That was how long Jake had to find evidence against his nemesis. He wouldn't ever tell Holt that he was more than a little unsure of his ability to uncover evidence, but he had a feeling Holt knew anyway.
Holt was good at seeing that kind of stuff. Whatta man.
So Jake had called an emergency briefing. Because if there was anything he had learned from his experience with the Vulture, it was that he needed his team. Especially if he wanted to work fast.
47 hours and counting…
He looked around as his co-workers started streaming into the room, surprised that Amy wasn't there yet. She was usually the first one there, front row, as if the briefing room was a lecture hall and she was the teacher's pet.
Well, Jake supposed in a way, it was. And she was.
"Detective Santiago," Terry exclaimed.
Huh?
Jake turned to see Amy striding into the room, the sound of her unfamiliar heels making a clip-clop noise that reminded him a little of donkeys (or maybe the police horse). But his thoughts quickly diverted from donkeys/horses because of what Amy was wearing.
He didn't think he would ever really see Amy outside of her tightly buttoned-up shirts and slightly loose pantsuits in bland colors that Gina loved to tease her about. Not until she lost the bet and had to go on a date with him, that is. Speaking of dates…
"Big date tonight," Amy said smugly, pushing back her curled hair.
Wow, Amy's hair down, Jake thought. Ugh. Ew, he thought two seconds later.
"I think you look…" Jake said instead, as he pressed a button down on his flip phone, looking decidedly at Amy's eyes and not her hot pink dress instead.
The sound of a donkey braying erupted from Jake's cell phone. The whole squad looked at him.
"Sorry… that was supposed to be a catcall. I don't know how this works." Jake shrugged, waving his phone around.
Amy gave him her typical Jake-of-course-you-said-that semi-glare and turned away, but she smiled a little on the inside, despite herself.
"If at first you don't secede, try try again."
Jake thought it was strange, but Amy looked just as good in Terry's gigantic slightly-racist T-shirt and mussed ponytail as she did in that hot pink dress.
She was clearly pissed about missing her date because of this, though.
And Jake was feeling a little smug himself.
28 hours.
Jake should've been diving deep into finding evidence, but he felt like he was at a dead end.
Also, he was pretty sure everyone on the squad hated him for ruining their weekend.
He even felt kind of bad for Amy, who was now back in her button down and ponytail work outfit, though that feel quickly went away when she glared at him.
That feeling absolutely died when he found Luke Mueller, Kylie's work friend and Amy's to-be-date. The guy looked like your typical New England jock — blond hair, clean cut features…
"And he uses proper punctuation in texts," Amy's voice cut in.
"Dreamboat," Jake said, with as much sarcasm as he could muster. It wasn't hard.
As the rest of the squad jumped into their ideal first date scenarios, the I-feel-bad-for-Amy feeling started to well up again in Jake. No no no, he thought. Stop that.
But he heard himself say, "Reschedule your date for tonight. I'll make sure you get there."
Amy smiled.
Cool cool cool, Jake thought. Cool.
((He didn't know that he'd later do anything to make her smile.))