Amy stood in the waiting room. She didn't know what to do with herself.

Behind her, Rosa was sitting on an itchy waiting room chair, absent-mindedly fiddling with an empty chocolate bar wrapper.

Amy couldn't believe that she was here. In this situation. In this stage of her pregnancy she should be at home with her husband and daughter, curled up with Jake on the sofa watching a movie with their little girl, Abigail. Not phoned up at 8pm by Charles being told there was an 'issue' with a mission.

'Mrs Peralta?'

Amy had been at home with Abigail, deciding which Disney film to watch.

'But Mummy, Moana is my favourite! I know all the words.'

'I know you do babe, but we saw that twice yesterday. Wouldn't you rather watch something you haven't seen in a while, like...' Amy hesitated, looking around at the dozens of DVDs lying on the rug in the middle of their living room floor. 'Ah, like Beauty and the Beast.'

Abigail scrunched up her little nose in protest. 'Yeah but the Moana songs are better. If you don't believe me ask Daddy. He agrees with me.' She argued persistently.

Amy sighed, and smiled softly.

'I bet he does. But can I let you in on a little secret?' She lowered her voice, as if to reveal a huge secret.

The little girl's eyes lit up with eagerness and curiosity.

Amy crouched down to her daughter's eye level and leant in to whisper something. 'Daddy can't sing, Abbs. Do you really want him to sing all the songs really badly when he gets home?'

Abbie giggled, a small smile beginning to form on her face.

'But it's funny! And he always pretends to be Maui as well.'

Amy opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by her phone ringing. She went to turn it off but saw that it was Charles. She frowned. He was supposed to be out on a mission with Jake.

'Just pick whatever you want' she quickly told her daughter before she turned out of the room and answered the phone.

'Charles? What's up?'

'Oh Amy, thank god. Rosa's been trying to get a hold of you.'

'What? Why? Is everything okay? Where's Jake?'

'Um, well, there's been an issue.'

Amy drew in a breath. 'What kind of issue? Charles!'

Through the phone Charles hesitated. 'Jake's in the hospital. You need to come down. Drop Abbie at Terry's. He's home with his girls tonight. Just, come down here.'

Amy's hands were shaking so badly she dropped her phone. She managed to stutter out an 'okay' before hanging up.

She fell back against a wall. Closed her eyes and fought off tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

Amy quickly became conscious that she had a young child in the lounge, who needed to remain unaware of the current situation. So she wiped her eyes and walked back into the room, where Abbie remained blissfully ignorant of what was going on, completely engrossed in Moana.

'Abbs, how do you feel about carrying on watching at Uncle Terry's?'

Abigail frowned in confusion but nodded, doing whatever her mother told her to in the kind of innocent way only a four-year-old could accept with no further questions.

Amy dropped Abigail off at her godparents' and rushed off to meet Rosa at the hospital.

'Amy' Rosa called out to her.

Amy spun round, sobbing, and collapsed into a chair next to Rosa.

'Charles had to go home, but I'm staying for as long as you need me to.'

'What happened to him?' She managed to get out between sobs.

Rosa frowned. 'Boyle didn't tell you?'

Amy shook her head and Rosa sighed.

'Jake- well, Jake got shot, Amy. Twice. Stomach and shoulder. He was unconscious when we found him. The only slightly good news is that at least we caught the guy. I'm sorry.'

Amy buried her face in her hands. 'Has the doctor told you anything?'

Rosa shook her head.

Amy wanted to wail in despair.

She tried her hardest to have a positive outlook but there was still this pessimistic voice in the back of her head.

What if he dies.

Obviously two bullet wounds could be enough to kill, especially if one of them was in the stomach. She and Jake had been married for six years. They had a four-year-old daughter. If he died he would not only leave her a widow, but a child without a father. And that broke her heart more than anyone could ever understand.

She was finding it more and more difficult to breathe.

Her sobbing was growing more intense by the second.

By the time Rosa had gotten back from the vending machine with a few snacks, Amy was having a full on panic attack.

Rosa quickly dropped the things she was holding, and rushed to Amy's side. She had only seen Amy like this once before, when they had been locked in an incredibly small room for a mission. She knew how to deal with it, luckily.

'Listen, Santiago, you need to listen to me. Can you do that? Nod if you think you can do that. Okay? Good. Jake is going to be fine. He has been through stuff like this before. He will be fine. Say it to me. He-will-be-fine.'

Amy nodded, mascara fused tears running down her cheeks.

'Say it.'

'He'll be fine.' Amy sniffed and wiped the black smudge from her face.

Rosa sighed. 'I'm going to go home now, it's late. But text me in the morning with an update, or if you need anything.'

Amy stood up and began to pace. She was grateful it was so late and therefore empty in the waiting room.

She got out her phone looking for a distraction to pass the time. She noticed she had multiple texts from Charles and Terry, asking about Jake and how she was coping.

She texted Charles an update, and phoned Terry. She needed to talk to her baby girl, even if she couldn't be completely honest.

'Hi, Terry. How's Abbie?'

'Amy, hi. Abbie's fine. She's been following Ava round all evening. How's Jake doing?' His tone switched from affectionate to tentative.

'There's been no update. Can I talk to Abigail?'

'Of course. I'll go get her now. Oh, and Amy, I'm sure he's gonna be fine.'

The Sargent could hear her old lieutenant in the background calling for her daughter, and then the pitter patter of the girls footsteps running to talk to her mother.

'Hi mummy!' The little girls voice sounded upbeat and innocent as ever. Amy silently envied her daughter, with not a care in the world.

'Hi, baby. You okay at Ava's?'

'Yeah, she's so cool! And the twins let me use all their make up! It's so fun here, but where are you and daddy?'

Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath before answering, soaking up Abigail's innocence one last time before she crushed her childhood.

'Abbs, you know how daddy and I both have jobs where we fight bed guys like Scar and Jafar and Maleficent?'

'Uh huh.' Abbie sounded confused down the other line.

'Well, daddy went on a mission today, with Uncle Charles and Auntie Rosa, but something happened. I'm sorry, baby, but daddy got hurt. I'm so sorry.' Amy was crying silently now, and she could hear Abbie's breath becoming uneven at Terry's.

'What? But daddy's gonna be okay, right?' Her voice wobbled. Amy could only hope Terry or Sharon were comforting her where she couldn't.

Amy hesitated before answering. She didn't want to fill her daughter with false hope, but she also didn't want to alarm her. She was only four, after all.

'Yeah, babe. He probably will be. I'm really sorry I can't be with you right now. I'm at the hospital right now. But I've asked Terry if he can bring you here tomorrow.

Are you okay?'

There was a pause and a static before she heard Terry down the phone line. 'She's going to be fine, Amy. She's pretty upset, but Sharon's talking to her. We'll see you tomorrow. And get some sleep. It's late, and lack of sleep won't be good for you. Bye.'

'Bye Terry. Thanks.'

Amy hung up the phone. She buried her face in her hands and cried for what felt like the millionth time that evening. She felt horrible for telling Abigail like that. Should she have waited til tomorrow to tell her in person? Or should she not have told her at all? She was only four. That's a huge burden to put on a four-year-old.

Amy stood up. She needed to stretch her legs and get some fresh air. She checked the time. 10:45. She hadn't realised it was that late. Just as she moved to walk outside she heard a voice.

'Mrs Peralta?'

She spun around on her heal.

The doctor.

'Your husband will live.'

Amy almost laughed with relief. She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. The doctor was telling her about all the damage and how they would be treating it, but Amy was only half listening. The only thing she was feeling was relief. Relief for herself and her husband. Relief for their daughter. And relief for their unborn child. She tuned back in for what the doctor was saying.

'He isn't conscious yet, but we think he should be coming round soon. We gave him a pretty strong anaesthetic earlier to numb the pain of the surgery.'

'Can I see him?' She asked when the doctor has finished filling her in.

'Of course. Just down that corridor and to the right.'

Amy rushed off following where the doctor had told her to go.

When she got to the door, she put her hand on the handle. She took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Inside was Jake. He was all hooked up to machines, but he look safe.

Amy collapsed on to the chair next to his bed, overcome with exhaustion.

She took a hold of his warm, tanned hand and squeezed it. Maybe he would be able to sense that she was here.

He looked so peaceful. It was like he was just sleeping. She could see the wounds where he had been hit. They were probably going to leave a scar. Not that he'd mind. Jake was going to love having that to show off to anyone who'd listen or look.

Amy felt a small smile creeping onto her face and closed her eyes, and before she had the chance to remember anything negative from today, she fell asleep, her hand in Jake's.

When she opened her eyes again, light was shining in through the gap in the curtains. She got up to open the curtains, to let more light into the room, when she heard a voice that made freeze dead on the spot.

'Ames?'

She turned slowly on her heels. She knew that voice.

'Jake.'

Jake was awake.

They were okay.

A/N thanks for reading! Xx