Jake

The back seat of the captain's car felt a million miles away from Amy even though they were on their way to her, he hoped. He kept telling himself they were going to find her, they would rescue her, but there was no guarantee, these guys were good, not easy to track, and knew to keep moving. Jake stared out the window as the buildings, cars, and people seemed to disappear in streaks as they passed by.

The radio crackled to life, it was Charles, "Captain, Keith Giles, the suspect who is an ex-cop, he has a tag in his file, we have to contact the local FBI."

Holt sighed, "did you?"

"No sir, I wanted to check with you."

Holt frowned at Jake, "call them."

Jake stared more, trying to push from his mind the worst-case scenarios that kept trying to push their way in. He wanted to be fidgety, like normal, but his heart was broken, his mind and body were exhausted. "Terry, how long until we get there?"

Terry tried to smile, "at least ten, maybe fifteen. How're you holdin up Jake?"

"I feel like my heart was ripped out."

Holt looked at him and was about to respond when his phone rang, "Captain Raymond Holt…yes, we are…I understand…no, we that was not part of the file…I understand…we will use extreme caution…she is our best young sergeant and has a promising career…he is with us…he is the best detective in the Nine-Nine, not using him would be wrong, but he is on a short leash…no, we can do that…I'll make sure you are kept in the loop…understood…thank you."

Jake gulped, that had to be the FBI, he closed his eyes, he wanted to be ready for whatever the captain said, good or bad. "Peralta, that was agent Fielding, he said Giles is a person of interest in several unsolved murders and kidnappings, primarily through the Genovese family and a few other old school crime families. As an officer, he worked for several families, on the take, Fielding thinks he and his crew could be responsible for as many twenty murders, ranging from here to Florida. He warned to use extreme caution and informed me that when he is captured he will be turned over to the bureau. He was very reasonable, but I do not like what I heard, he is cold calculated killer, we should be on our A game today."

"Fantastic," Jake mumbled as he stared at the landscape, wishing and hoping for a little luck. She had to be okay, she had to be, he didn't know what he would do if she wasn't, it just couldn't be possible that she wouldn't return to their home.

Amy

The sting from the cut of her arm was annoying her, but Amy was doing her best to keep sharp and calm. She thought of her parents and wondered if Jake had contacted them and what they had said. She wished she could say goodbye to them, even her brothers, and then she thought of Jake. She felt despair again, and the feeling that soon Swayze would return, and she would be subjected to something awful, if was too much, she would try to fight and get herself killed to avoid a worse fate.

She heard the door, this door had a much different sound, it was louder, it scraped, the room had a scent, not so hospital like, as the previous holding spot was, she thought that this spot was not as ideal, and emergency back-up. "Amy, we are short on time, you need to make some decisions."

Amy nodded, she knew what she had to do, and giving these men anything, they could use was not in the cards, her options were running out. "I stand by my previous statements, I will not help you, Jake will not help you."

Silence, Amy started counting, she had reached around one hundred seconds when she felt excruciating pain on the same arm as the previous cut, this one was deeper, this one was meant to hurt, to really hurt. A muffled sound came from Amy's mouth, she fought the urge to yell and cry, if she was going out, she would go out strong, go out proud.

"Let me ask again Amy, will you help us?"

Amy tried to gather her thoughts, her arm hurt so badly right now, she wanted to cry, she bit her lip to steel her nerves and resolve, "fuck you, I will not, he will not."

Laughter, she heard laughter, she hated that he was laughing, it made her angry, but it also worried her, things could get far worse, she hoped she had the fight and resolve in her. The last thing she wanted was to die begging for life, she was one of New York's finest and she wanted to go out with the dignity she had always served with.

"Amy, I applaud your guts, I really do. The problem is, I have a specific job to do, and if I can't do it, I have to give them a reason, and the only reason they will understand is your corpse."

"I understand, I've been understanding for the past few hours."

Without having heard sound, Amy's left arm was cut into for the first time, it felt like the deepest cut yet, this time, Swayze took his time as he slowly dragged the blade from her elbow to her wrist. Amy released a scream, though quickly and not at full volume, before Amy could prepare herself or try to gather more courage, Swayze was dragging the blade parallel to the previous cut, Amy screamed again, and she could feel her entire body tense up this time, the pain was pushing her to her limits and she felt herself perspiring profusely.

"Amy, I will leave you again for a little while to think about things, the next time will be worse, I hope you'll reconsider, things will get ugly, very ugly." She heard the door close and this time she couldn't help herself as she released her tears and sobs, she didn't know how much she had in her, she would never give them what they wanted, but she could see herself begging for mercy as the pain and blood loss increase.

Jake

The ride was feeling eternal, so many scenarios kept passing through his mind, Jake felt like he could throw up right then. An uncomfortable silence had descended in the captain's vehicle, Terry would glance back at Jake and then try not to cry. Holt was stoic as ever, though Jake caught him steal at least one glance back at him.

As they neared the Staten Island Industrial Park, Jake tried to ready himself, to not overreact to whatever he might encounter and to hold himself back from attacking any of the kidnappers. His hands felt extra sweaty, his mouth began to feel dry. Soon, they were at the entrance, as the cars passed through gate, the surrounded the building.

As they began to exit the cars, Captain Holt's radio crackled as Charles yelled, "we made a mistake, there were two UPS trucks, Gina noticed it, I know Gina, I told him, anyway, they are in the industrial park, not the park park, but the actual industrial area…"

"Boyle, we know that, we're here." Holt had less patience for him than normal.

"Alright, go to the right from where you are, to the back, a two-story brownstone building, it looks like the Granderson Building, empty for the past three years."

The cars sped through the complex, Jake saw the building come into view, his entire body tensed up. As the cars stopped, Holt gave everyone orders to follow his lead and only go in on his command.

Amy

She had no idea how long Swayze had been gone nor how long it would be before he would return, her stomach felt queasy and she was beginning to feel very faint, which she attributed to the blood loss and three fresh cuts. She was concentrating on not passing out when she heard shouting from the other room, then she heard the sirens. More shouting was happening, she couldn't make out any words or anything specific, guns were fired, and then after she assumed were a few minutes, the door opened. Amy couldn't breathe, she was sure this was the moment she would die. She knew Swayze wouldn't leave loose ends. Her blindfold was loosened, as her eyes adjusted, she didn't see a mask, but Jake, with tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ames, I'm so sorry, I couldn't get any words out. I thought that maybe…you know…I'm so sorry."

Upon seeing him finally, after all she had gone through, and knowing that she was now safe, that she was rescued, she sobbed, not a calm sob, but one that encapsulated all she had been through, the threats she felt, the pain she had endured, and the emotional distress she had suffered. Jake hugged her, she clung to him sobbing, she felt like she would throw up at any second as every emotion in her surged forward.

Jake escorted Amy to the captain's vehicle where she eventually gained control, she tried to smile at him, but she felt so different, so empty, so unsure of herself. Jake tried to smile at her, but she could read the worry in his face and sense the blame he placed on himself. She reached up her hand to cheek, it felt so weird to do so now, his cheek was still damp from his tears, "Babe, how did you find me."

Jake looked sad, "I got lucky, we knew where you had been held, but I got lucky and because I disobeyed an order, I got to your old hiding spot early, and saw the UPS truck with the driver being Giles."

"Giles?" Amy didn't know the names of any of the men.

Jake nodded, "yeah, the boss of the crew, the main guy."

Amy almost cried as she thought of the pain she had endured at his hands in just the past hour, "I called him Swayze, they all wore masks, the same ones from Point Break, he wore the Reagan mask, so he was Swayze."

Amy watched his reaction, normally, he would have been all over a reference like that, especially from her, but his eyes remained sad and fixed on her. "I'm so sorry Ames, this shouldn't have happened. But yeah, I saw this guy, and then I remembered what you had told me about toilet paper rollers, so I dusted for prints and we got two sets, one was his."

Amy nodded as tears pooled in her eyes and began to fall again, "what happened to them, my kidnappers?"

Jake took a deep breath, "Two are apprehended and being taken to the Nine-Nine, two are dead, Giles included. Not me, I had to stay back, I would have shot to kill and asked no questions."

Amy could only nod as she closed her eyes and tried to gain composure. Jake put his arm around her, she fidgeted a little and tried to give him a smile.

"Ames, this isn't going to be easy, you went through hell, I can barely look at your bruises and cuts without throwing up and screaming, I know you will need to time..don't be afraid to tell me, to not touch you, or to not ask you too much."

Amy nodded sadly, "Jake, I'm not going to lie, I'm in bad shape, I thought I was stronger, I thought I could handle more, not that I didn't handle it great, because I really think I did, but because I was stupid and thought I could handle things they only deal with well in the movies."

"Yeah, I get that, I may even have to give Die-Hard some space for a while."

Within the hour, Amy and Jake were at the Nine-Nine, details were given to both of everything that had happened. Holt when in first and fired at the first man he saw, Lyndon B Johnson, Carter and Nixon ran and were picked up by other officers, Swayze attacked the captain who was soon joined by Terry and Officer Lou, Swayze wouldn't relent or stand down, so Officer Lou was forced to shoot him.

Amy had been checked by a doctor, her cuts cleaned and dressed, she was dehydrated as well, but doing well physically for what she had been through. Jake was about to take her home when Holt called them both into his office. Jake wasn't in the mood, but he knew Amy would want to hear the captain out.

As everyone settled into their chairs, Captain Holt tried to smile, "Amy, we are so happy to have you back, safe, again. Jake, you were a huge help and we could not have done this without you. I spoke to the deputy mayor who was here earlier, and to the commissioner. Jake, you are being placed on a month-long administrative leave, with pay. Sergeant, you are being put on at least a month-long medical leave. I was told there are to be no exceptions, Peralta, yours will not harm your record, but it was thought that this would be best for both of you.

I know you will both hate this, but I have to agree with it, Amy, what you went through was terrible, and now what the two of you face will not be easy. Dealing with the aftermath of any terrible event can be as difficult navigate as the event itself, you won't be tortured and Jake you will know where your wife is, but your difficulties are not over. Please, be patient with one another, this will be new to the two of you, Amy, you have never been the victim before, and Jake, you have to accept that you are not to blame for any of this. I command the two of you to communicate with me, with Sergeant Jeffords, and let us know how we can help you. The next month may be far more difficult than you realize."