When Amy walks back into the room after showering, she finds Jake lying on the bed, with a confused look on his face. Something had happened that he hadn't anticipated. They may not have been in sync much, but she could still read him pretty well.
"What's going on?" Amy asks as she wanders over to the closet to retrieve some extra pillows.
"Oh, err. Nothing important," he replies and puts his phone on the nightstand, without looking at her. He was only just wrapping his head around the fact that Gina knew about him liking Amy, which meant that there was a high chance that the whole of America knew, probably half of the world, as well. He turned towards Amy and frowned slightly. "Are you building a pillow fort or something? How many pillows does one woman need?" he asks as she pads over to the bed with an armful of pillows. He has to duck quickly as a pillow comes flying towards his face at a fair speed.
"For a pillow wall, dummy. Although if you annoy me, I may throw another one at you," she laughs and he joins in too. Her laugh is so infectious. How has he only just realised that?
"Ames, I'm not going to do anything. A pillow wall is taking it a bit far don't you think?"
"Jake, we're colleagues. This wall just means that we are keeping it as professional as we can be in these circumstances." He can't argue with that logic. Although he still thinks its slightly unnecessary. Before he can argue another point, Amy starts placing the pillows, in what he presumes is strategic places in the middle of the bed. When finished, she lies on the vacant side of the bed, making sure to keep a good distance between her and Jake. She can feel her heart rate increasing and tries to calm it before it beats out of her chest, or worse, before Jake hears it. He can't know that he is the one causing this change in rhythm. He'd hold it over her forever.
They both stay awake for a while, discussing different cases and different TV shows and films. It isn't until Amy begins to yawn that they check the time and realise they have to be awake in less than 6 hours to go and pick up their man. "I think it's time we should be getting some sleep," she says yawning again.
"Oh, but Santiago, we haven't even discussed any `Netflix show yet? We can't just end the conversation there!" She rolls her eyes and smiles at him before rolling over, so she's facing the edge of the bed. But she can still tell that Jake is sitting up waiting for her answer.
"We've got all of the journey back tomorrow to discuss any show you like, but I really need some sleep or else I'm not going to be able to concentrate driving back." With that she feels the mattress dip as he lies back. It didn't last long, though. He suddenly sat bolt upright.
"Ames, how have we not mentioned Die Hard for a whole conversation? I'm sure that's against some kind of law. Is there a law about not mentioning Die Hard? Or doing an impression? You know loads of laws. Are you going to arrest me for not mentioning it? Or am I being ridiculous, because I feel like…" Amy rolls over to face him. "Please don't hurt…" Amy punches him in the arm.
"Good night, Peralta," she faces away from him but she can't help a small smile that invades her face. Just as her eyes begin to shut, she feels Jake move round and hears "Night, Ames," whispered from the other side of the bed. She goes to sleep thinking about how she could get used to that nickname; especially coming from his lips.
As they are both asleep, neither of them realises what their bodies are doing. One by one, the pillows begin to leave the middle of the bed, whether they fall to the floor, or, by Jake absentmindedly taking one and using it as an extra one under his head. As the pillow wall collapses, the two detectives start to shuffle closer to each other. Before long, Amy is curled into Jake's side as one of his arms cradles her head and the other pulls her closer to him. Neither of them knew what they were doing, but from a distance, they looked extremely content.