The precinct was silent. Amy sat, open-mouthed, baffled by the Vulture's presence and claim that he was the new Captain. She thought it was bad that her jealous ex was her Captain, but this might be worse. Pembroke was one of the most horrible people in the NYPD, and now he was going to be their new Captain.
"No, no way," Jake finally spoke, breaking the awkward silence that filled the bullpen.
"I can't wait to boss around your big white ass," the Vulture retorted, pointing to Jake.
"Ew," Jake responded.
"This is going to be fun, right sexy?" Pembroke smirked, sliding up to Rosa's desk, perching on the edge.
"Can we have Vogelcheck back?" Rosa asked, teeth clenched, fists balling up at her sides.
"I'm confused, what happened to Captain Vogelcheck?" Charles asked, having missed Terry's previous announcement.
"Captain Vogelcheck was removed from our precinct due to a conflict of interest. His past with a detective in this precinct was impeding his ability to effectively run this squad," Sergeant Jeffords explained.
"I'm confused," Charles repeated.
"Oh! You don't know? Foxy Santiago over here used to date Vogelcheck. She couldn't deal with having her ex here so her and her new boyfriend, Peralta, complained to Sergeant Jeffords and got him kicked out of the precinct."
Amy was mortified. The Vulture had just revealed a lot of personal information to the entire squad. He had called Jake her boyfriend, even though they hadn't even discussed what they were yet. And he also slightly sexually harassed her.
"What is going on?" At this point, Charles was not only confused, but also having a lot of difficulty hiding his excitement about Jake being called Amy's boyfriend.
"This is very inappropriate behavior for a Captain," Amy argued to everyone else in the bullpen.
"I'm sorry, you're right Santiago. Should we discuss appropriate behavior over dinner?" Though there was no hint of sarcasm in Pembroke's voice, the expression on his face suggested that he was not sincerely sorry about his behavior.
"Are you hitting on her?" Jake stood up, taking a step towards the Vulture.
"No, I'm not hitting on your girlfriend Peralta, just suggesting a professional dinner to discuss police matters."
"Santiago's not my girlfriend," Jake uttered. He looked to Amy who bite her lip and shrugged. He was right, she technically wasn't his girlfriend. Although they had talked about being together, they had yet to discuss what being together meant. However, Amy unexpectedly felt disappointed to hear Jake say that she was not her girlfriend.
Backtracking Jake began sputtering. "I mean, I guess, Amy is…we haven't talked about it yet… she is…you know what? This is between me and Santiago."
Amy couldn't help but smile. Jake wasn't saying that he didn't want her to be his girlfriend. He respected her enough to discuss things with her, privately, before talking about it in front of all their coworkers. Amy looked at Jake, who was looking back at her, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. Amy nodded and he smiled at her.
"Well, I'm off the clock now so, anyone want to grab drinks at the bar?" Jake addressed the entire precinct. Amy joined Rosa, Charles and the Sarge as they followed Jake past the Vulture and into the elevator.
It was a quiet ride in the elevator and walk to the bar. Everybody seemed to be absorbed in thought about the Vulture and the events of the past 24 hours. When they reached the bar, the Sarge and Charles headed to the bar to grab the first round of drinks, while Jake, Rosa, and Amy grabbed a booth.
"We need a plan to get Holt back," Jake exclaimed when the Sarge and Charles joined them with their drinks.
"Terry concurs."
"What are our options?" Amy asked. She was in full agreement that the Nine-nine needed Holt to lead them. Captain Vogelcheck had been a disaster, and there was no doubt in her mind that Pembroke would be worse. They needed a Captain who was professional and experienced, who would lead them with gravitas and respect. They needed Holt.
"Could we file a complaint with the Chief of the NYPD?" Charles inquired.
"That would take too long to process," Terry said. "We could appeal to Wuntch. Captain Holt has some dirt on her that Gina and I started to dig up. We could find something to use against her."
"I like it," Jake offered his support of the Sarge's plan.
The detectives stayed a couple more hours, brainstorming ideas to get Captain Holt back, agreeing that the Sarge's plan to appeal to Wuntch was their best option. They arranged to start the next week, digging up dirt on Wuntch.
As everyone headed out for the night, Jake hung back, pulling Amy aside. "About what the Vulture said earlier…"
"Jake, its fine. I know we haven't really talked about our relationship. You were just caught off guard by the Vulture."
"I know we haven't talked about it, but I'd like to. Maybe on a proper date? Tomorrow night?" Jake paused, waiting for Amy's response.
Amy smiled. "I'd love to go on a date with you Jake."
"Awesome," he said, letting out a deep breath. "Should I pick you up at eight?"
"Eight is perfect. Walk me back to my car now though?"
"Of course." Jake took Amy's hand, interlocking their fingers and not letting go as they exited the bar and walked back to their cars. Once they reached Amy's car, Jake kissed her softly on the lips and waited for her to get in her car. As Amy drove off, she looked back and saw Jake watching her drive off.
By the time eight o'clock rolled around the next day, Amy was excited, but nervous, about her first real date with Jake. She had not had a good day at work. The Vulture continued to make inappropriate passes at her and Rosa, argued with her about minute details in her case reports, and was just an overall pain in everyone's ass. A fun night with Jake was exactly what she needed to forget about the horrible day she had under the Vulture's command.
Amy stood in front of her bathroom mirror. She had picked out a simple red dress that she thought looked flattering on her. She had also tried something new with her make-up. She was uncomfortable with elaborate make-up, but had looked up YouTube videos to help her try some new make-up tips. She was now second guessing her choices. She heard a banging at the door and took one last glance in the mirror before answering the door.
Leaning against the door frame was Jake. Amy couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to look cool and sexy. "Stop laughing at me," Jake laughed back. "We can't all look effortlessly sexy like you."
Amy turned bright red at Jake's compliment. Sexy was not a word that Amy would ever use to describe herself. And, to hear Jake call her that seemed wrong. "I'm not sexy," Amy said, brushing off Jake's compliment.
Jake kissed Amy sweetly on the lips. "Yes you are," he argued, pulling back, cupping her face and looking her in the eyes.
Amy smiled and put her hands over Jake's. "Thanks," she whispered, figuring it would be easier to accept Jake's compliment rather than to argue him.
"Ready to go?" Jake asked, removing his hands from Amy's face.
Jake had made reservations at a new restaurant. It was one that Amy actually had wanted to try and was pleased with Jake's choice. The conversation was easy between them throughout dinner. They talked about cases they were both working on, their favorite parts of their job, their families, and childhood memories. There was a lot of laughing and flirting. Eventually, as they shared dessert, Jake brought up the status of their relationship.
"So, what is this?" he asked, gesturing between them.
"What do you want this to be?" Amy knew what she wanted; she wanted Jake to be her boyfriend. But, she was afraid and wanted to hear what he wanted before she opened up.
She watched him take a deep breath. "I want you to be my girlfriend," he confessed in one mumbled breath.
Amy giggled. "I want you to be my boyfriend."
"Awesome," Jake cheered, looking relieved that he and Amy were on the same page.
As they left the restaurant, hand in hand, Amy thought that this date was top on the good date list.
"So, I had a really great time with you, girlfriend" Jake said as he walked Amy to her door.
"Me too, thanks, boyfriend." Amy leaned up and kissed Jake on the cheek. She pulled back slightly. Jake turned into her and she kissed him on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, taking a step forward so that her back was up against her door. While still kissing Jake, she reached inside her bag to find her keys. Once, she found them and pulled them out of the bag, Jake took them out of her hands, opening up her door and walking her inside, slamming the door behind them.
Amy kissed Jake passionately. She parted her lips, her tongue begging entrance into his mouth. He parted his lips, allowing her tongue entrance as he pulled her tighter into his body. Amy loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, desiring to be closer to Jake. He pulled away, permitting her to push his shirt off of his shoulders and pull his tie over his head. As his lips came back into contact with Amy's, his hands reached around her to unzip her dress. Amy stepped out of her dress, pushing Jake closer to her couch. Her hands went down to his pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly as the back of his knees hit her couch. Falling back into the couch, Jake enveloped Amy in his arms and she fell on top of him.
Amy broke away from Jake's lips and began pecking kisses on his neck as she straddled him. A deep moan escaped Jake's throat as she gently bit his neck, leaving a small hickey. She grinded into his groin as she moved back to his lips, kissing him intensely and passionately. Jake moved his hands up Amy's back, unhooking her bra, pulling it off and throwing it across the room. She let out a soft groan as his mouth moved away from hers and onto her chest, taking in one of her hard nipples, his hand massaging her other breast. She raked her fingers through his hair, holding him closer to her.
"Jake," she whimpered.
His hands traveled down her stomach, making her shiver. She released his hair from her grip and moved her hands back down to his pants which she had left unzipped. She moved onto her knees, one on either side of him, as he lifted himself up to allow her to push his pants off his legs, and he kicked them off. Amy sat back on Jake's lap, leaning back to take in the situation.
Here she and Jake were, each only in their underwear, their lips sore and bruised from kissing. She was moments away from having sex with her partner. Had someone told her when she first met Jake that she would be his girlfriend and sleeping with him, she never would have believed them. She was glad that she was so wrong about him.
She grabbed his hair as she leaned in to kiss him again. Jake's hands immediately grasped at her hips and she grinded into him. "Ames," he growled. Amy moved her hands down his body. She fingered at the top of his boxers before moving her hands down and stroking his hard cock. Jake groaned as she touched him, grabbing her waist tighter and pressing kisses into her neck.
"Take you boxers off," she instructed him as she stood up and removed her own underwear. Jake quickly followed Amy's instructions. Amy straddled Jake, lowering herself onto him. She held onto him tight as he thrusted into her. It wasn't long before she came, Jake following swiftly after her.
Amy rested her head on Jake's shoulders as she regained her breath and Jake embraced her, moving his hands up her back and into her hair. "That…was…wow," he gasped.
"'That was wow,' title of our sex tape?" Amy laughed.
"Yeah," Jake joined in her laughter.
Amy woke up the next morning on top of Jake, still on the couch. Their arms and legs were entangled together. The blanket she kept folded on the back of her couch was draped over them. They had gone a few more rounds and had been too engrossed in each other to move from the couch to the bedroom. She smiled thinking about the way they moved together, the way he groaned her name as he came, the way he made her feel. She kissed his chest, unable to stop smiling. She felt Jake stirring beneath her and continued to press kisses to his chest.
"Amy," he breathed. Amy pushed herself up to look Jake in the eyes. He rubbed her arm with one hand while the other was slung across her back. She watched him yawn, still trying to wake up. As he smiled at her, she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Last night was amazing Amy. I take back every bad sex tape joke."
Amy blushed. She agreed, last night was amazing. It was the best sex she ever had. But, it still embarrassed her to hear Jake talk about how amazing she was at sex. "Thanks," she whispered humbly.
Jake reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. She smiled down at him, her grin growing bigger as he returned the smile.
…
Amy and Jake spent the entire weekend together. They watched movies while making out on the couch before finally moving to the bedroom. She gave him a blow job in the shower and he went down on her on the kitchen counter while they waited for the Chinese take-out they ordered. He left late Sunday night, needing to shower and change clothes before work Monday morning.
After only one weekend together, Amy knew that this was something special. She had never spent so much time with a boyfriend so early in the relationship. Being with Jake was easy though. There never was a dull in conversation. He teased her and made her laugh and showed her how much he appreciated her. She realized that transitioning from partners to a romantic relationship wasn't difficult because they had built a strong friendship over the years.
She was gathering her things for work Monday morning when she heard a knocking at her door. Wondering who it could be so early in the morning, she ran to the door. She was surprised to see Jake standing there, holding two cups of coffee.
"I couldn't wait until work to see you," he said, stepping inside before she had a chance to invite him in, kissing her as she closed the door behind him.
"Are you going to bring me coffee every day? Because I could get use to this," Amy said, taking the coffee he held out to her.
"Not a chance. I had to get up super early to pick up coffee and drive over here before you left for work. I like my sleep," Jake laughed.
"Do you like your sleep more than me?" Amy teased, pouting at him.
"That's not fair," Jake retaliated. Amy laughed and kissed him on the cheek. "If you're ready to go, I'll drive you to work," he said.
Amy grabbed her things and let Jake lead them out the door. Even though they had seen each other just hours ago, they still had plenty of things to talk about on the drive to work. As they pulled into the precinct parking lot, Amy realized that they were arriving at work together. People were going to make assumptions about their relationship.
"Wait," Amy said as Jake was opening up his door. "People are going to be talking about us arriving to work together."
"So?" Jake asked. "Pembroke already announced to the whole precinct that we were dating."
"I know. But, coming into work together…people are going to make assumptions and…"
"So let them," Jake said. "All that matters is us. You are my girlfriend and I want to be with you. People are going to talk, let them."
Amy smiled, reaching across the car to give Jake a kiss. "Okay, I'm ready, let's go."
Jake met Amy on her side of the car and grabbed her hand, holding onto her. As they entered their office, fingers interlocked, they were surprised that no one made any comments about their appearance together. Rather, everyone was talking about Captain Holt's arrival back at the Nine-nine.