Amy only begins to shift at 6 am, as her alarm sounds. She extends her arm to try and switch off that ungodly noise for this time in the morning. What she soon comes to realise, though, is there is a warmth coming from behind her and it wasn't from the pillows. She shifts carefully and comes face to face with this so-called warmth. Spoiler alert… it's Jake. She inwardly gasps trying not to disturb him, as he still seems to be dead to the world, despite the alarm blaring less than 60 seconds ago. They are so close; she can feel his breath on her neck. In the corner of her eye, she sees one of the pillows that were in the middle of the bed is now disregarded on the floor. 'How did that happen?' she wonders but before she could think about it further, an arm comes over and settles on her stomach, trapping her to the bed and him. A small moan escaped Jake's lips. He still had no idea what he was doing or did he? Amy's head was running circles, trying to come up with any explanation as to why this was happening. Was this normal for friends to do? But then there's the issue of him liking her, and now she likes him.

Before she could completely spiral and not be able to function properly, Amy carefully peels Jake's arm from around her and stands up trying her best not to disturb him. He must have noticed her absence because his arms began rummaging around the bed, trying to find something or someone. Without thinking, she grabbed one of the pillows off the floor and placed it carefully on the bed. He immediately grabbed it and cuddled it like a toddler holding their favourite toy. She takes one final look at him – well, he looks so young when he's asleep and so cute with his ruffed-up hair - before heading to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

By the time she re-enters the bedroom, Jake has woken up but is sort of lounging awkwardly with a confused look on his face. He looks in her direction, seeing her dressed and ready for the day. "What time is it?" he mumbles. He really isn't good at mornings. "Just turned six," she replies. "Come on. We need to get sorted if we are going to get there on time." She goes back to re-organising her bag.

Jake stretches and swings his legs off of the bed, ready to stand up. But before he does, he notices something. "Ummh, Amy? Why are the pillows on the floor?"

She freezes as he turns to look at her, as she mumbles something inaudible and closes her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she turned around to meet his eyes. "We were kind of… cuddling, when I woke up as my alarm started. I was trying to get up and you kind of put your arm around me." His eyes widen as she keeps talking. Was he really cuddling with Amy Santiago? How did he not know about this? Amy sees Jake's face change as he tried to comprehend what she's just told him. "It doesn't have to mean anything, though. We are work colleagues and friends. And that's all it is." She can't help but look slightly disappointed as she said it.

Jake stands up and starts walking towards her. She holds her breath and her mind starts racing again What is he doing? Is he going to…? No, surely, he isn't? But is he? He instead walks past her, but she can't help but notice that he brushes his arm against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Of course, he was going to his bag to get ready. Why is she having these thoughts all of a sudden? What's going on inside her mind? And who's to blame? Well, we all know who's to blame really, but she doesn't want to admit that quite yet. He quickly grabs some clothes from his bag and heads to the bathroom before they say anything else to each other.

Amy kicks herself for telling him the truth. They were doing so well. They have come so far since the previous day. Are they going to get back to what it's been like recently? Who's to say?

The next time they speak to each other again they are almost half way home. Obviously, they'd spoken when they were in the presence of the other officers, but only about the transfer. Amy's driving this time, while Jake sorts out music for the journey and making sure their 'passenger' is behaving himself. He turns round to check on said passenger and finds him asleep on the back seats.

He decides now is a good time to discuss that morning's antics. "Look, Amy. I'm sorry about this morning. You were right, we're just colleagues and I'm sorry I've caused this awkwardness." He sits there silently, waiting, begging, for Amy to answer.

"Jake, it's fine. It's partly my fault as well. Can we please just get along again? Like we were last night. It doesn't have to be awkward again. Let's just forget it and move on," she replies. Jake visibly relaxes when she says this. He can't agree more.

For a while, it goes back to predominantly comfortable silence, both of them occasionally singing together. That is until Jake's phone buzzes to say he's got a message. He quickly checks it and finds another text from Gina.

Gina: How's everything with the two lovers in snoozeville this morning? Any juicy gossip to spill?

Jake: Gina, we've talked about this, there's nothing going on between us!

Gina: Ughh, this is boring? Did anything happen last night? I need to know how to tease you when you get back.

Jake: All we did was talk about old cases and then go to sleep. NOTHING HAPPENED!

Gina: Jake, I know you. You are texting all in capitals which means something happened! So, spill, girl!

Jake: Fine… Amy woke up first and found out that we were… kind of…

Gina: … come on Jake, I can't wait all day!

Jake: Cuddling…

Gina: Jake Peralta, you smooth dawg! My psychic told me something extraordinary was going to happen! Finally, I don't have to deal with your heart eyes anymore! Oh wait, don't say it will be worse now. It's going to be worse, isn't it?

Jake: No, Gina. You don't understand. She told me we were cuddling in our sleep, and now it's kind of awkward. We've talked about it, but something is just off. I don't know what it is, though.

Gina: Ohh. I know what this is. Jake Peralta – self-proclaimed amazing detective/genius can't figure this out.

Jake: Gina, come on.

Gina: What your experiencing, my friend is stage 2 of what we like to call 'Mission: Peraltiago'. You two have the hots for each other, real bad! You both want to be with each other, but you don't want to admit it. The sooner you admit it, the easier it will be to move past this stage.

Jake: What do you mean by 'we'?

Jake: What's 'Mission: Peraltiago'? Why does that sound so familiar, but so weird at the same time?

Jake: That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard

Jake: On a completely different note, what's stage 3?

Gina: All in good time, my friend. All in good time

He doesn't know what to say. He's so confused. Amy doesn't like him, she's said they're just friends, nothing more. All these thoughts start racing through his head. A few minutes later, he's pulled out of his reverie by Amy asking, "Is everything alright?" He just nods and smiles, unknowing of what to say. Should he tell her? Probably. But how will she react? No, he won't tell her. It will only become awkward again. He really likes how they are right now. And he'll have to get used to it if they aren't going to be anything more. "Everything's fine," he finally answers.

He thinks he's pulled this off, Amy not noticing that he's not fine. However, in Amy's opinion, Jake is still acting a bit odd. As much as she wants to find out, she leaves it, not wanting to make it any more awkward than it already is. That is until Jake does something that she would never think of him doing; well, not doing really. As they are driving along, Taylor Swift starts playing but he doesn't start singing. That's the final straw, she thinks.

"Right that's it. I can't take it anymore," Amy turns towards Jake for a few seconds, before putting her attention back on the road. Jake turns to her with a confused look on his face. She continues, "Ever since you checked your phone last night, you've acted strangely. I thought we were over this and then, bam, you get another message from whoever, and you're back to acting strange again. And now, you're not even singing along to Taylor Swift. What's going on? You know you can speak to me."

He tries to play it off as though everything is normal. "Amy, there's nothing to worry about. I'm fine." She looks unconvinced, raising one eyebrow waiting for him to tell the truth. He sighs; it's time. "Fine," he starts. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but Gina texted me last night. She set up the whole, one room, one bed thing up because she knows I used to like you, as you already knew. I suppose she thinks she's playing Cupid or something, trying to push us together. But like we've said, everything between us is in the past." Amy goes silent. She doesn't know what to say. As a result, she looks directly at Jake, nods and hums in acknowledgement, waiting for him to continue. "It seems like the rest of the squad are in on it too. She said something about a 'Mission: Peraltiago'. I don't know what that means but it sounds complicated, whatever it is. I just didn't want to tell you, because I didn't know how you would react. So, I'm sorry. Again. But this time it's about something different, so you can't moan at me for it." She smiles at that, and he can't help but smile too.

"Wow." It's the only thing she can think of to say. "I mean, well, we know our situation. It's a bit complicated but we're still friends. And that's how it's got to be." Jake's frowns a little at her choice of words 'got to be? Why has it got to be that way? What would it be if it wasn't like this?' He soon lets it go, though, on an account of her being overtired. They mutually agree, albeit silently, to leave it at that. They end up sitting in silence for a while, but after a few classic uplifting songs, they are back to talking again, primarily finishing the conversations from the previous night, and of course, Die Hard is mentioned this time around. Everything seems back to normal for a while. Well, as normal as these pair can be.