About half an hour into their journey, Amy starts to feel a little uncomfortable in Jake's company again. It's not that she doesn't want to talk to him; it's just that she's afraid that if she starts talking to him, she'll say too much and admit her feelings towards him leaving her vulnerable and even more uncomfortable, and she doesn't want to deal with that right now. So, for now she says nothing and hopes it will become something she can learn to deal with.

Jake yet again breaks the silence between them, "So, how are you doing? I heard you broke up with Teddy, and I wanted to see if everything was alright," he asks trying to make any conversation he can at this point. There was a small silence. "Sorry I didn't mean to pry or anything."

"Oh, err, no you didn't. It's fine. I would have been surprised if you hadn't heard by now anyway. I think most people at both our precincts know. We broke up a few weeks ago, well, I broke up with him. It wasn't really working out," she slightly stutters while saying it. "He was just, boring, and I couldn't see myself being with him for the rest of my life. Don't get me wrong he has a heart of gold and I want him to be happy, but I knew I wouldn't have been happy. He kept talking about stupid pilsners. He tried to brew me one once. It tasted like soap. It smelt amazing, though." She looks over at Jake. "Sorry. I'm rambling." Jake couldn't help but smile at that. Before she can stop herself, she says, "I have got my eye on someone else, though." She inwardly curses herself, hoping that she hasn't given too much away.

As soon as he heard her say that line, Jake sighed and couldn't help the shade of disappointment that coated his face. Oh, how he wished he was the one she had her eye on. But he talked himself out of it. 'It can't be me,' he thinks. 'She's turned me down once before. She'll only do it again, and I can't deal with that heartbreak right now. Not when I'm still trying to get over her.'

"I'm over it by now," she says awkwardly. "How are you doing anyway? I feel as though I've only been talking about myself and my problems. It feels so long ago that we last had an actual conversation that wasn't to do with work. How are things between you and that girl you were with? Sophie, was it?"

He looked away from the road for a few seconds to look at her. He cursed himself when he did. Even with casual clothes and her hair in a messy bun she was captivating. If he wasn't driving, he wouldn't be able to draw his eyes away from her. "Oh, um, Sophia? Well, I wouldn't actually know. We only saw each other a couple of times. We didn't really say much to each other, if you know what I mean!" He couldn't help but wink and raise his hand to see if she'd high five him.

Of course, she didn't high five him. She wasn't Boyle after all. Instead she just said "always classy Jake," but couldn't help but laugh along with him.

A few more conversations and laughing fits later, they finally arrive at a small hotel on the outskirts of the town. Gina had text them the address not long after they started out. All they had to do was say their names when they got to the check-in desk.

By now, the pair of detectives felt a lot more comfortable and things started to feel as though they were slotting back into place. They had not been this at ease with each other since before Jake went undercover. He'd tried to distance himself from her so he wouldn't make a fool of himself in front of her. And he was also trying to respect her relationship with Teddy, but now that's over. He, he can't wait for the usual flirty teasing and friendly bets to be back on.

They park up and grab their bags out of the trunk. The night was drawing in and the sun was slowly fading away and the chill was becoming more apparent. It was getting later in the year, so it was becoming quite cold in the evening, especially feeling it if your name is Amy Santiago. She visibly shivers as they make their way to the main entrance and into the reception area. Jake couldn't help but smile at how cute Amy looked when she was trying to conceal the warmth of her coat by wrapping it tightly around her. They get to the check-in desk where they gave their names and asked for their respective keys. But neither of them could anticipate what would happen next. The receptionist, a woman in her mid-40's with her long brown hair worn down covering most of her face asked, "One key or two." Jake and Amy lookedlook at each other very confused and then proceeded to stare at the woman behind the desk. She looks at them waiting for their reply, clearly wishing that she wasn't there to begin with.

Amy speaks up, "Sorry. What do you mean one key or two? There should be one room under the name Amy Santiago and a second under Jake Peralta."

The receptionist looked back at the computer and quickly checked through the booking system. "That's not what it says here. There's a Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago, but only one room was booked. Hang on let me check. Yes, it was booked about 3 hours ago by phone."

Jake and Amy look back at each other and both mutter "Gina," at the same time. Amy looks rather annoyed; how did this happen? How could someone not be specific enough to book two rooms? It's pretty simple. Jake can see her frustration and says, "I'm sure it's just a mistake." He turns to the receptionist, "Is there any other room free for tonight. If we can book another one, problem solved!" sounding triumphant.

The receptionist scoured through the computer system before saying, "I'm sorry, there are no more rooms available. I think you actually booked the last one. You did leave it quite late. If you knew you were coming, why wouldn't you book earlier? Then this wouldn't have happened." She looked rather smug, someone who Jake nor Amy really couldn't be bothered to deal with after the day they had had – working near enough a full shift then having to drive all this way, only to be awake super early in the morning to pick up a perp.

Sounding defeated, Amy says through almost gritted teeth, "Just check us in. And one key should be plenty. We're leaving early tomorrow anyway." Jake puts a hand on her shoulder. He can't justify why, but it just felt like the right thing to do. He can tell that she's tired and really doesn't want to be dealing with this right now. They may not have been totally in sync for a while but he always knows when she needs some kind of Peralta guarantee to cheer her up.

"Okay then. You're in room 209. We hope you enjoy your stay; breakfast is served from 6:30 till 9:30. Would you like a wake-up call?" the receptionist asks passing them a key, almost like a recorded message.

Jake answers, "We'll be fine thanks. As she said we're leaving super early in the morning. We won't even have a chance to stay for breakfast," with a slight chuckle. He turns towards the stairs and starts to head up to the room, a tired Amy in tow.

Jake opens the door, and he's genuinely impressed with how nice the room is. There's a huge bed, a flat screen TV on the wall and a full en-suite off to the side. He's stayed in many hotels while he's been a cop, but never one as nice as this. Oh, and one added bonus, it's all been paid for with it technically being a 'work-related visit'.

"Wait, hold on. There's only one bed." He turns around to see a mortified Amy. How did he not think of this before? They are going to have to share!

"Hey, you know what, if it makes you more comfortable, I'll just sleep on the floor. I'm sure it's not that bad," Jake says turning to meet her eyes. He drops his bag on the floor. What he didn't realise was that the carpet was extremely thin and the noise that followed was almost deafening.

"Jake, you can't sleep on the floor. We'll just put a pillow divider in the middle of the bed. We're professional colleagues after all," she replied.

And with that, Jake collapses on the bed, lying directly in the middle of the bed, star-fishing so that his feet touching both bottom corners of the bed. Meanwhile, Amy carefully places her bag onto a chair sitting in the corner of the room, and tucks her shoes underneath it, so she won't trip over them. He roots through the night stand to find the TV remote. He soon finds it, switching the TV on and quickly looking through the channels, settling for re-runs of Law and Order.

"Hey, I'm going to use the shower," Amy says rummaging through her bag for some pyjamas and a towel. Jake looks over towards her. She hadn't yet noticed his new position. Once she does, she can't help but laugh. Same, old Jake.

After she disappears into the bathroom, Jake grabs his bag and starts to unpack some things he'll need for the night. He quickly changes then grabs his phone. He unlocks it and finds a message from Gina.

Gina: How are the happy couple doing?

Jake: What are you on about Gina? You know there's nothing going on between us

Jake: I'm guessing you booked the room. There were no more rooms left so now we have to share

Gina: You can thank me later girl 😉

He can't believe she set this up. On the one hand, he's annoyed because Amy is kind of upset and he knows she's tired. She's just worked 7 days in a row and just to top it off, she now she has to spend the night in a hotel 4 hours away from home with no notice whatsoever, while sharing a bed with a guy who she knows used to like her 'romantic stylez with a 'z''/still does like her but she doesn't know that. But on the other hand, he's kind of glad. Maybe they will have a good time. Who knows what's going to happen?

What he doesn't know is back home, Gina screenshots the chat and sends it on to the others with the caption: "Stage one complete."