Jake
It was almost eight, Amy had been missing for nearly eight hours and they zero leads, zero. Jake had to stay at the Nine-Nine as Holt forbid him to investigate unless Holt himself was with him, Jake knew the reasons and tried to respect them even though he wanted to all he could. As his watch told him it was eight, he sighed and took out his phone again. He numbly went through the numbers and found the one he was looking for. Jake nervously listened as the phone rang, hoping he could just leave a message.
"Hello?" Victor's hard edge voice disrupted Jake's hopes.
"Victor, this is Jake…" Jake didn't know how to continue, how could he, a cop, tell another cop that he let his daughter get kidnapped.
"Jake, what's wrong, what happened to Amy?"
Jake started to cry, then to sob, "I'm so sorry Victor, so fucking sorry, she…she was…she was kidnapped, we were eating lunch at her street meat place and when I threw our stuff away. I, I… I heard tires and turned around and she was gone. It appears to be a professional job, but so far our only lead is an ex defense attorney who tried to kidnap me before, but we think he's working, w-w-working with some else, but we have no other leads yet."
Silence followed, "Jake, I'm sorry, you are not to blame, but let out your tears, let out your emotions, and then do what you do best."
Jake paused as he inhaled, trying to conquer his emotions, "what's that?"
"Think outside the box Jake, Amy told me long ago that no one's brain thinks like yours, you can think like they do, you think of links and possibilities that most would never consider, do that and you will find her." Jake could her Victor fight his own emotions on the other end of the phone.
"Victor, I'm so sorry, I should have acted quicker."
"Jake, stop, you were throwing away garbage, they waited, they would have gotten what they wanted no matter what. Do not let yourself be the bad guy here, they are still out there." There was an awkward pause, Jake wondered if he should say something, "Jake, you are a good husband, but I think an even better detective, you will find her, but don't let your emotions get in the way, you must think clearly, do not let your love cloud issues, think like you always do."
Jake took a deep breath, "okay, I will try, but it's her Victor, your daughter, she's everything to me, I've never had anything like this in my life…"
Victor interrupted, "and you will have it again, they took her for a reason, find the reason or they will contact you, but chase every link with this ex defense attorney and you will find her, I know you will, and as much as I hate to admit it, you are everything to her, she never had a passionate relationship before you, and the fact that you are her equal in police work and someone she trusts, I honestly thought she would never find that. I need to break the news to Camila and the boys, go find her Jake."
AMY
Amy woke up in pain, not moving was taking its toll and her head hurt, she tried to shift as much as she could when she heard the door open. Only a single set of footsteps this time, she felt her blindfold being removed and then her eyes hurt as they were overwhelmed with the bright lights. The same voice from before addressed her.
"It is time to drink and eat, and then to talk, a little."
As Amy's eyes adjusted, it was clear her kidnapper was no amateur, a mask and gloves were worn, Amy almost wanted to smile as the mask was the same Ronald Reagan mask worn by Patrick Swayze in Point Break, a movie Jake had made her watch several times.
"I see you're a Point Break fan." Amy realized as she spoke how dry her mouth and throat were.
The man nodded, "yes, and a fan of your husband as well, but that can wait until later, right now, drink and eat."
Amy proceeded to drink a water bottle and then eat a sandwich, it was dry, but it was food. As she finished the sandwich, Swayze as she now thought of him, helped her up, "I will untie you to use the bathroom, we will always be listening, so let us know when you need to go, but if you try anything, you will be punished, and we will not take your punishment lightly."
Amy gulped and nodded, she knew he meant to honor his threats, the good criminals did, it's what made them good, but she also knew she would look for any and every chance to escape. As she was led out of the small room into a large and empty office, a very old office, she was led around the corner to clean but old bathroom as Swayze opened the door and motioned for her to enter. "Two minutes, don't waste them."
Jake
He relished the feel of the cold water on his face, it took away the sting of the tears and cooled him off, he'd felt like he was sweating way too much with the stress he felt. As he exited the bathroom, Holt was waiting for him.
"I take it Amy told you about the officers she had to discipline today?"
Jake nodded, "yeah, she was stressed, she was so great though, I saw her give it the rest of her officers, it was great." Jake's demeanor instantly took a depressed turn as he thought of her, not about finding her, but about her, the feelings he had for her began to overwhelm him again.
Holt placed his steady hand on Jake's shoulder, "Jake, I'm sorry this brought up feelings, but I think we should go talk to the two officers, Miller and Denning and see if they are connected to this, they knew she would discipline them, I don't think they are connected, but it gives us something to look into."
Jake nodded and before he knew what was happening, they were knocking on the door of a small older apartment in Bensonhurst. The door opened to the sound of weeping, "Captain, please don't fire me, I'm so sorry for my behavior, but I will change, I've learned, I'm so sorry."
Holt calmed her down and they entered her apartment, which was cluttered with Kleenex and Chinese takeout containers, Holt asked a few probing questions and then turned to Jake and shook his head and they left to seek out Miller.
Not quite twenty minutes later, Jake and Holt stood in front of an older house in East Flatbush, as they knocked, they heard a woman yelling, an older woman answered the door and smiled, "I hope you're here to give Stan hell for his stupidity. Pulling over attractive women, dumbass is just like his father." The woman then turned and yelled, "Stan, officers here to comment on your decisions!"
The woman, who was Miller's mother welcomed them in the apartment, Stan came out a minute later, looking unshaven and not well.
"Captain, Peralta? Did I do something else? I mean, I know I didn't, but why would Peralta be here?"
Holt glanced at Jake and then went for the jugular, "Miller, your captain was kidnapped, and we need to know if you had anything to do with it as your report with her is not great."
Miller look astonished, not guilty Jake thought, "Captain, never, I get along with Captain Peralta, I was stupid, I was trying to make up for my divorce and it was stupid, but I would never…"
Jake and Holt both caught his look, Holt approached more closely, "Miller, what do you know."
Miller gulped, "Captain, I'm not a snitch, but this is different. Officer Groves sir, you know him?"
Holt nodded, "I've met him, he has a very clean record Miller."
Miller laughed a cold derisive laugh, "maybe, but he's not sir, he hates her, and last week he kept saying how much he hated the detective here and that he'd get his. I should have said something, but he's a talker, which is why he has a clean record, but he's an angry guy Captain."
"Miller, this is a serious accusation, do you have any other reason to believe he would have been involved?" Jake knew of almost no one that could lie to Holt when he as gazed at them, that closely and that intensely.
"It's just that sir, I seen him last week with this scumbag ex lawyer who got off a bunch of guys I testified against. Hoyman or something like that."
Jake felt his blood run cold, "Hoytsman, the name is Hoytsman and where did you see them?"
Miller looked at Jake, "Hoytsman, that's it, they were at the Mills Basin Deli, last Tuesday, my mom and I go there, it's one of the few times she stops yelling at me."
Jake and Holt asked a few more questions before leaving, Holt radioed Terry and told him to have Groves brought in.
Amy
"I need to go to the bathroom!" This was the third time Amy had yelled this, roughly a minute apart. She didn't need to go, but she had been testing how often and how well they paid attention, as she heard nothing, she stood up and slammed the chair down. She could feel the legs weaken as she did so, she slammed it down two more times until legs gave and she crashed to the ground. She hurt a little, but her arms were now loosened, and she quickly made her way out of the knots and was free. As she stood up, she heard and then saw the doorknob turn, she stood close to the door and waited until one of Swayze's assistants, a man wearing the Lyndon B Johnson mask entered, Amy used both arms and came down hard on his head and knocked him down, she then slammed his head several times to the floor making sure he was out.
She limped from being tied up so long as she exited the door, she turned to see Swayze, he tilted his head to the side and then rushed after her, Amy tried to turn to her left when she was tackled by the kidnapper wearing the Carter mask.
She woke up groggy, tied up again, her jaw sore, her head pulsing with pain, her blindfold was still off as she tried to adjust her eyes, and then she heard the voice again.
"I promised you that you'd regret trying anything."
Amy blinked several times, "I can feel it, I must have been kicked."
She saw the Reagan mask nod, "unfortunately, that was only a taste." He opened the door, "Carter, get in here."
Amy watched in horror as the man in the Carter mask came in quickly, she could barely react before he back handed her with such force that her chair almost tipped over, before she could register what had happened he punched her kidneys swiftly on each side, followed by a devastating punch directly to her abdomen. Amy gasped for air and then coughed, blood trickling from her mouth.
"I hope you've learned your lesson, next time Lyndon B Johnson will be unleashed on you, he wants to do more than punch you, by the time he's done with you, you'll never want your husband to touch you again."
Amy remained silent, holding back the tears she felts welling up, the physical pain was excruciating, and then the threat of sexual harm and the mention of Jake was too much, she glared at them and just hoped she could hold up until they left. Swayze and Carter quickly left, and Amy counted to twenty and then unleashed her tears and frustration.
Jake
Groves was in the interrogation room, Jake wasn't allowed in because of his personal stakes in the case, he could only stand next to Charles who stared up at him like he might cray at any moment. Jake was forced to watch as Terry and Rosa interrogate the officer, he kept biting his nails, and then would stop, expecting Amy to yell at him to stop, every minute that passed was breaking his heart even more.
A memory from their honeymoon crept into his mind, he had his orgasm and Amy was on top of him, still moving, her third orgasm of the night building, when she caught his eyes and smiled at him, Jake was sure at that moment that no moment could surpass that, mind blowing sex with his wife, his best friend, and dream woman, who were all the same person. Jake almost smiled at the thought when he was nudged.
"Jake, did you hear that?" Charles was smiling.
Jake shook his head, "no, sorry, my mind was somewhere else."
Charles hugged him, "he told them where Hoytsman is hiding." Jake notice a look on Charles' face, the look he had when he was hiding something.
Jake peered at him, "Charles, what else?"
Charles gulped, "He said the men are working for the Genovese Crime Family, hired by them to put pressure on you. Groves agreed to give information on Amy, when she'd be back and to tell them when she left for lunch."
Jake felt his rage begin to release for the first time, he charged the observation window, slamming his fists against it and screaming. "You fucking piece of shit! You call yourself a cop? If anything happens to her you better make sure your prison is secure, because I'll make what they do to you look like a fucking hug!"
"Peralta calm down. He is on his way to prison, for a long time, and he knows that if she is harmed, he will be charged with those crimes as well, you don't need to add anything." Holt stood before him, Jake thought he saw a look of pity in his eyes, but he didn't need pity, he needed his wife, he needed her back, he needed her safe and he needed her now.