Jake
The bathroom? When did I come sit down in the stall? Jake sighed as he tried to understand his actions and the continued moments where he didn't know how or why he ended up somewhere. He sat in the stall, glad that neither Scully nor Hitchcock were there, but also glad he could sit in peace. It was now twenty-four hours since Amy was taken, Hoytsman was still being held and interrogated from time to time, Jake was tired of waiting, he wanted to take matters into his own hands and force him to talk, Jake owed this guy, he owed him before, but now…
As Jake left the bathroom, he heard his name, he turned and saw Terry approaching him. "Jake, listen man, you've got to trust us, trust us that we are helping, we all love Amy and we all want her back, but we've got to do it right, you know this."
Jake took a deep breath and tried to reign in his emotions, but he was tired of reigning in his emotions, this was wife, not someone he had never met, she was taken because of his career, how could he not be emotional. "Terry, I know you are all doing your best, but I don't know if it's working, we are running out of time. This prick is wasting our time."
Terry looked at Jake, Jake knew Terry loved he and Amy, he could see the concern on his face, in his eyes, he could hear it in his voice. "Look Jake, nobody likes this guy, we wish we could beat it out of him, but I don't know that would work. He's in his own cell because the other perps were threatening him."
Jake nodded and walked away, as he thought of what Terry had just said, he quickly walked to holding, there by himself was Hoytsman. Jake felt his anger surge to the surface as he saw him. He banged on the bars, "Hoytsman, listen to me, whoever you're helping, they will leave, but you'll be in jail, I will find a way and I will get to you, I will get to you and I will make you hurt, not die, just hurt, and often. If I don't get helpful information from you, I'll cut deals with these guys," Jake motioned towards the nodding suspects in the other holding cell, "and make sure you get a reminder of my hatred of you everyday for the rest of your miserable fucking life. Twice you have tried to fuck with my life, so I have no problems, ethical of otherwise, I will make you hurt."
"Peralta!" Jake turned and faced a visibly livid Holt. "We do not threaten our suspects!"
Jake turned to face Hoytsman again, "that was no threat captain, that was no threat."
"My office, now." Holt marched to his office and Jake followed him, as he walked through the detective's bullpen, he caught the glances of the other detectives, Rosa looked angry, Charles looked hurt, he tried to push that out of his mind, he could only worry about Amy right now. "Sit," Holt commanded as Jake entered and sat in a chair along the back wall, Holt closed the door and pulled up a chair, so he could face Jake. "I have no other option but to take you off of this case."
Jake shrugged his shoulders, he was beyond caring what anyone thought, "I don't care, I will find her, I have to find her."
Captain Holt bowed his head, "Jake, we are all on your side, but your emotions are taking over, do not let them drive you, I tried to keep you close to everything on the case, but I cannot do that anymore. The deputy mayor was in my office and happened to be leaving when you threatened Hoytsman, she will be checking up on this, I'm sure of it, so you are suspended, with pay, for the time being. Go home, get sleep, use your skills and call us if you think of something."
Jake said nothing and stood up, he wanted to say so many things, he wanted to yell, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to hit him, he wanted to hug him, he didn't know what to feel, he just knew what he wanted, what he truly needed, and nothing was currently helping that situation. As Jake walked, he thought he heard Holt say something, but he was unsure what he said. As he walked through the bullpen, he heard his name, he turned to see Hoytsman, standing at the bars of the holding cell.
Jake quickly approached, Holt and Terry did the same. "Peralta, I think I know where they have her, I wasn't supposed to be traced to this, they said easy money, they were the ones who told me, in a visit, to cut a deal with the DA and get out."
Jake just glared at him and said nothing, Hoytsman glanced from Terry to Holt and back Jake, "listen, I think they are in an old industrial building on Staten Island, right there when you get of the bridge from Brooklyn, I overheard one them talking about it, I know they were there, I don't know if they are still there."
Jake looked at Holt, who took a deep breath before addressing him again, "Peralta, go home, the suspension stands, we will take care of it."
Jake started to leave and could hear the commotion behind him, he walked casually to the elevator, but as soon as he reached the main floor, he sprinted to his car and took off, heading to Staten Island.
AMY
Amy knocked on the bathroom door gently to let her captors know she was finished, as the door opened, Swayze stood before her, his Reagan mask on as always, "I hope you appreciate the new roll of toilet paper, those other idiots never change them, animals."
Amy numbly nodded, she did want to allow her captor to get any closer to her if his intention was to kill her if he didn't get what he wanted. Amy's blindfold was put back on, but she was led in a different direction, she felt cold, panicked.
"Don't worry Amy, we are not to the final moment, yet. We are moving, I don't stay too long in one place." Amy could hear beeping, a vehicle backing up, as she readied herself to be moved to a new location and decreasing the chances of Jake tracking her down. Amy was placed on a seat, she realized this was not the same vehicle, it was windowless, so they didn't have to worry about her being seen. As the vehicle moved forward, she felt her stomach drop, she felt began to truly despair for the first time since she was taken.
Jake
Jake still felt numb, he shouldn't have felt numb, he should have felt alive, speeding through Brooklyn, now over the Verrazano Narrows Bridge, his siren blaring, barely staying attached to his roof as he sped over the bridge onto State Island. He had a rough idea where this industrial office was located, it was one of the few buildings in that area that had not been renovated recently, as he came off the bride, he turned left and saw a UPS truck pass him, the driver in street clothes, which didn't process at the time. Jake drove up the entrance and his heart sank, it appeared empty.
He stayed in his car for a minute, doubting if it was the right place, but then he thought better of just leaving and got out and investigated. He lifted the sliding parking lot door, which was unlocked, and entered, his gun drawn, a light had been left on, that alarmed him and caused him to take his gun out and at the ready. He walked into a small room, there was nothing in it, but the scent, he knew that scent, it was Amy's perfume. Amy had a sensitive sniffer as Jake had told her many times, but now he was glad, she despised most perfumes, but she liked Happy by Clinique, Jake never knew what the difference was, and why other scents assaulted her senses, but he knew this was her perfume.
Jake fumbled with his phone before he could calm down enough to dial Holt. As soon as Holt answered Jake jumped in, "Captain, Peralta, I'm at an old industrial complex, on Lily Pond Avenue, in the parking garage, in the old office there, someone was here, but they're gone now, and I know she was here, I smell her perfume."
Jake could hear Holt breathe on the phone, "Peralta, we are on way, do not touch anything, and then you are going home."
Jake sighed, "Captain, this is my wife, you could barely trust me when it came to Kevin and keeping him safe, you know what I'm feeling, I just need to do everything I can. I know I was out of line, but I can't not do whatever it takes, this is Amy captain…" Jake's voice began to give out as his emotions overcame him again.
"Stay put Jake, we are nearly there, I do understand, please know that, I still have my job, you know my affections for both you and your wife, this is terrible for me, but you know me, a robot to the end."
Jake sniffed, "meep, morp."
"Meep, morp, we are on the bridge Peralta, nearly there."
Within five minutes, Jake heard the sirens then saw Holt and Terry exit their vehicle with three squad cars in tow. Everyone looked around for evidence, of which they saw none, not even fingerprints, then Jake remembered a conversation he had with Amy once, about the ways that even the best criminals could screw up, Jake told her there was no way a brilliant criminal would not think of something that he wouldn't, and then Amy surprised him by coming back with their toilet paper roller.
"This, Jacob, is littered with fingerprints, even yours, they are not likely wearing gloves, and wouldn't think of it, they'd scrub down a toilet and sink, easy, but this, I think not." Jake grabbed his kit and dusted the roller, sure enough, several prints, he hoped now that they would lead somewhere.
Jake handed the prints to Terry to text to Charles at the Nine-Nine to check their database. Jake closed his eyes and concentrated on the positives, he had to, he could not succumb to despair, not yet, he had to hold out that he could find her. Jake nearly jumped when he heard Terry yell, two different prints had matches, Jake ran to the car, Terry was on the system, the first picture was for a man arrested ten years ago, no one Jake had ever seen, the second picture was an ex-cop arrested for taking bribes and beating a suspect for a payoff from a third party. Jake sensed something familiar about the face, but when could he have seen this man, he had met thousand upon thousands of people, criminals, cops, neighbors, waiters, waitresses, delivery people… Then it hit him, the driver of the UPS truck, the one he saw right before getting there, in street clothes.
Jake filled Holt in on his hunch, soon Charles and Rosa were on the radio checking traffic cameras around the area, ten minutes had gone by, then a quiet Charles came across, "Jakey, I think I see where they went, let me enhance it, holy crackers, Jake, they're still on Staten Island, they are at the Staten Island Industrial Park, a yellow garage door, the only one as you enter I think. To the right, can't read the number clearly, but they have to still be there, we'll keep our eyes on this spot."
"Peralta get in the back of my car, Jeffords, we need to go, inform the others." Holt spoke and after he did, Jake could almost swear he saw a slight smile or grimace, it didn't matter which, it was a sign of emotion from the captain, which meant he was feeling this as well, which meant a lot to Jake.
AMY
This time round, she felt no bridge as they traveled, a lot of turns, then a lot of speed bumps, she guessed they might be in a storage unit area, but was not sure, she then heard what she thought was a garage type door slide up and open, the vehicle then entered, the door closed and she heard the others move around and exit.
She felt a hand on her arm signal to her to stand up and follow, she was then led down something, and a few steps into a room, where she was sat down and tied up again. She expected to be left alone for a while again, but the blindfold was removed, and she looked up as her eyes adjusted to see the familiar Reagan mask of Swayze.
"Amy," the familiar monotone and calm voice spoke, "I'm afraid we are at a crossroads, either you cooperate, or I am forced to use tactics that will not be pleasant for you."
Amy forced herself to breathe, to not react, she had to maintain her cool, she would not give into these men, this was her ultimate test and she had to prove worthy to herself. "I have nothing to say."
Swayze nodded, "I suspected as much, I had hoped you would see to reason, but you are a good cop. I question why, what has the NYPD done for you? Let your husband be arrested, let your wedding be derailed? I hope all of this is worth it, for myself, I realized they don't care, and that led to new opportunities."
Amy saw Swayze reach towards her and her blindfold was lifted up again, her eyes again in darkness. She heard a click, she could then feel what she knew was coldness of a knife blade on her skin. Amy didn't allow herself to react, this was the moment, the test. She clamped he mouth and closed her eyes tightly as the first cut came, she felt the blood flow, it was not deep, but it was a long stroke, this was the warning, she knew it would soon get worse.
"Amy, I will leave you for a while, this is a sample of what will come, you will cooperate with us, just make sure you are still in one piece before you do."