Chapter 3: The Game's a Foot

Don't own Brooklyn Nine nine just borrowing them, and putting my own spin on things.

Peralta: 19

Santiago: Still has no idea Jake is playing a game at her expense.

Day 6

Jake entered the break room where Amy was reading a cold case.

Shit should I be upping my game? Can't have Santiago not only know she is better than me but her numbers be higher, Jake thought a sense of panic and competition within him.

Nah he shrugged off, that's for tomorrow today he thought he need to pick up some points, he had not made her pissed off in about wow was it really six hours, he was seriously slacking.

Amy sat at the table eating a sandwich she had bought from the deli down the street, and some fruit.

"Whatcha reading" Jake cooed from behind the brunette.

"Go away" she said not missing a beat or looking up from the case file.

"Aw…you don't mean that!" he said sitting down next to the woman, who was doing an impressive job of ignoring him. That was when brilliance struck Detective Jake Peralta. He reached out and took a bite of the sandwich she had just set down, tearing at the bread with an animalistic sort of vigor to it.

"Seriously Peralta" she whined looking back up at him chewing loudly, with the intention of being impolite.

"Ugh gross" she said slapping his arm, and going back to work.

"That was good." Jake said still feeling the warmth radiating up his arm where she had hit him. That was new, Jake thought and quickly went back to the task at hand.

"Shut up you have mustard on your face." She pointed out.

Wiping it on his sleeve without thinking, a small yellow stain now on his forearm. He was too caught up. Guys in chick lit get butterflies, and such, not real people, he thought wondering if the feeling of...well forget it that was just a weird rash or something.

21 points strong, mission success?

~99~

Peralta: 46 points

Amy: Thoroughly pissed off

Day 13, of one of Jake's new favorite pass times brought them canvassing an apartment complex.

They were tracking some curious criminal activity in the complex. It seemed as though a lot of brake ins had occurred over the past two weeks. The detectives were assigned to look around and see if anything was going on, helping out the robbery squad.

The robbers were going in and out of the complex at random times, stealing large amounts of cash in the apartments, the tenants seemed to always have such extreme quantities on hand at the time of the robberies. The theory at the moment was kids breaking in at random, and finding that these specific people had a lot of money, on hand, but that was the theory. The next theory was drugs, but narcotics said that none of the victims have been associated with any of the drugs, and none of them at a sheet. It was turning into a weird case, so the Captain sent out Jake and Amy to be fresh eyes on the case. So the fresh eyes went out to the (okay part of Brooklyn) to see what was going on and to see if they could shed some light on the case.

Amy knew all of his tricks to try to bug her while out in the field, or quite frankly in the station as well, she decided to be the bigger person and roll her eyes and bear his singing and embarrassing pseudonyms.

Jake had been racking up the standard eye roll points for the better part of the past hour. They were getting nowhere with the tenants, and they were just as stumped as the robbery detectives were when captain Holt asked for the assistance of the pair this morning. Now at ten of twelve he was sick of the weirdoes in this neighborhood, so he was going to try harder to gain some points. Self-competition for competition sake. He was going to throw her off.

"Hello sir, I am Detective Peralta and this is my partner," He watched as Amy readied herself for the next joke. "Detective Santiago, we were wondering if you have seen anything different around the building lately?" Jake asked seriously.

'Nah bro" the twenty something man said as he attempted to shut the door on the pair.

"Are you sure" Santiago said with her foot placed in such a way that the door would not close, so that she could continue. "Any cars out of place? Any people who have been showing up a lot lately?"

"Sorry lady, no" the kid said slamming the door and effectively stopping the conversation.

"Well that was productive," Santiago mumbled.

"Come on he was the last guy we had to do let's go tell Holt that we genuinely didn't see anything, and get some lunch." Jake said with a smile. A smile that made Amy heart actually speed up, which frustrated her to no end.

Come on she thought trying to will her pulse down to a normal rate.

~99~

Peralta 46

Santiago confused

Day 14

He was being pleasant. Amy thought. Not that he was always a goof ball, but he usually did something by now. It had been a day and a half.

She liked the guy sure, but this was getting out of control, what the heck was he going to pull? He was pleasant and doing his work, and only asking questions to her relevant to work. He had not mentioned a sex tape even though she had purposely set him up by saying she was "frustrated and unsatisfied" with his notes on a case, and nothing. He said nothing at all. NOTHING AT ALL! Something was up, Amy knows this for sure.

~99~

Peralta 46

Santiago: increasingly suspicious

Day 15

"What the heck, Jake?" she hissed over at her desk mate.

"Yes, Amy?" He said with a pleasant smile, too sugary sweet for her partners face.

"What are you trying to pull?" She said with an edge to his voice.

"Nothing, partner, what have you…" Jake said

"No, what are you doing? What is going on?" she said trying not to bring attention to herself as she looked in the squad room.

"I haven't done anything" he said a mischievous innocence on his face that just set her off even more.

"I am going to ask you once more, Jake," she looked him straight in the eye, "What did you do?"

"Nothing Amy, I was just being nice to you?" He laughed, "well who knew that you were going to react in such way to kindness from me!" he added in sarcastically, a toothy smile spreading across his face.

"Damn it Jake," narrowing her eyes with laser precision on her partner, stomping off in his direction, hitting him with a case file for good measure on the way out of the bullpen.

He hit the trifecta, Job well done Jake.

A/N: There is an actual story I promise I am ramping up to it, I have it all mapped out. I hope you enjoy this bit of silliness and fluff.