Sorry I never intended to go this long without updating. Oops, but you know work, classes, midterms, and on top of that I got SUPER sick. Blah…but all I wanted to say is that I will not go this long without updating again…or maybe I will, but I have no intention to do that again. Thanks for the reviews they were awesome, and all the people who have viewed this story. I think that fact is actually insane. Fun fact about this chapter, I wrote it on receipt paper and napkins, at my register at work…. so there is that! Well anyway, this is the next chapter, shorter than the last two but I will have the next one up in the next few days. God, I never thought I would be one to write long AN's…so without another rant about my life, this is the next installment of whatever you want to call it but officially as of right now it is the butterfly diagnosis.
Last thing, something we all know. I don't own Brooklyn Nine-Nine.
Chapter 6: How Hard Could It Be
Jake had been sitting at his desk thinking about the weekend. Meeting a lot of people in his partner's life was an interesting experience. Well, now and for a long time coming Jake had considered Amy more than just a colleague, and partner. Come to think of it, thinking of her in that way most likely happened when he stopped thinking of her as Santiago, and started to think of her as Amy.
Wow, Jake thought, deskwork brought out a contemplative side to him. That was probably bad, but with this new case he was going to be doing a lot more deskwork in the coming weeks. Sniffing out a mole in the precinct was not conducive to field work aka non-desk work.
Hey, he thought leaning back in his desk chair, far enough to look cool, not too far to fall on his ass; a science he had perfected in his years trying to look awesome doing paper work. He spun around looking as the uniforms, and other employees of the Nine-Nine came into the squad room. He knew a lot of them, but would consult with Amy about the many randos that were scattered in the background of his workplace.
Amy would have done her homework. Jake thought, nodding to himself, concluding that his thoughts would absolutely be correct.
Jake then tentatively rocked back and forth on his chair. He scanned the squad room taking in the faces he knew. Scully was the first person he saw. Scully, was looking at paper work at his desk. Jake clarified to himself, he was not doing the work, and he was just staring at it with a blank expression. He laughed; Scully was too dumb to be able to pull off being a dirty cop. Then, the next person to come into his line of sight was Boyle. Jake smiled at his little buddy. There was no way in hell it was Boyle. Boyle is a hard diligent worker, not a natural cop, but come on Boyle, there was no way a guy who had a food blog that included a section about food sound, would be a drug dealer. Also come on, Bolye was the least likely person in the precint to be a dirty cop. Holt is more likely to be dirty than Boyle.
Then out of the corner of his eye, Jake spotted his leather-wearing co-worker, who was coming into work. Rosa though was scary, and he knew about three solid facts about her, was off the table in his book.
One thousand pushups. He thought decisively.
The sergeant, come on the guy wouldn't go out into the field because he was afraid of what would happen to him, and he wouldn't be there for his girls. The sarge would not put his family in that kind of danger.
The last of his team was Hitchcock, who was sleeping at his desk.
And that was all the people who would have immediate access to the files, now Jake had to take a look at the rest of the people in the office.
How hard could it be?
~99~
Amy came into the office half an hour after Jake did, which was weird for the pair. And on top of it all Jake was immersed in files. Not how he was typically drowning in files, because his desk was a mess, but he had them surrounding him and was carefully reading their contents.
Amy looked at her partner curiously. Confused at his sudden interest in paper work. As she thought this he shut a file and put it into a large stack of papers that was sitting to the right of him.
"Hey Jake." She said trying to get his attention. "What is this?" putting her bag down and settling into her desk, preparing for her day.
"Well. I'm going through some files for our case, but we shouldn't talk about it here, Holt wants us to start a list of possible suspects. I have it mostly done, so you don't have to worry about it." He said looking back at his files and adding one to the smaller pile on his left hand side.
Amy gave her partner a surprised look that went over his head and continued with perfecting her list that she created to show the captain.
~99~
They had been arguing about the list of suspects for the past hour in the empty break room. The Captain said that the list was thorough and that the two of them should keep him in the loop with all the incoming information that they were receiving through out the week.
"No" Jake exclaimed for the millionth time. "It is not Gina," he confirmed.
Jake had not even thought for one moment that it would be his childhood friend who was the mole.
"Come on Jake I know that the two of you are friends, but seriously she is a little shady." Amy argued.
"No Amy, I have known her my entire life. I know her friends, and I know about her family. Come, on I would know if it was her." Jake said seriously, and got up from the table abruptly, and tipped the table over causing all of their cups and the table itself to break.
Ooops. Jake thought, with a grimace, before he yelled
"Captain Santiago did it." Jake said as he ran out of the break room, a giant smile splitting his face. That would be the end of that conversation.
~99~
In an apartment in Park slope, Amy went over the plan in her head lying in bed the night before the operation. Well not a plan so much as a plan her brothers had given her. She took a breath to quell the anxiety building in her muscles, and the tension settling in her neck and shoulders. It was a very important case; her brothers had been on the trail of the biggest drug ring in the borough.
They had been close; so close, finally getting in with one of the top dealers, but dealers could be replaced, seamlessly from one another, one punk from the organization for another delinquent. Faceless men and women who were desperate for money, or for the product it self.
She took a deep breath, and knew that she had all of the information. She would not let her family down, and her brother had always had her back, and she had complete faith in them. Now all she needed was to go to sleep so she would be absolutely sure that she had done everything in her power to do this operation correctly, and without a hitch.
Closing her eyes, and relaxing her mind, as much as she could, Amy eventually found her self in a deep sleep.
~99~
Amy had been ready at work that day. She had her plan and she was confident as always. As her partner, and her friend, Jake was sure that she would kick ass. He was supportive, because he knew that she needed others to have faith in her to succeed, and then she would. He was so supportive, he went over the ideas with her, told undercover tips, that she rolled her eyes at because of course Santiago knew them too. She did attend the Academy, and all the extra seminars, and do extra boring reading on any subject. However he didn't like this one single bit. NOT ONE SINGLE BIT.
Amy was not going to be bait to a gross drug dealer.
Nope, he said out loud to his empty apartment.
His bare feet slapped on the cold tile of the kitchen floor.
They are detectives it is not the first time that they have seen action in this way before. But they aren't together. He was not even her back up. He looked down at his cell phone. Still no call from Amy. He looked up at the florescent clock light of the microwave, and saw that it was only nine fifteen. Jake huffed out a sigh. No Lothario drug dealers would be done partying at nine fifteen on a Saturday. He slumped and went to watch TV, and try to forget about his partner's current situation right now, that was the best for himself, and his sanity.
~99~
It was a painful night where minutes passed so slowly that Jake was sure he should have called a scientist or someone to get this documented, because it was now two thirty in the morning, and Jake was sure he had been up for two weeks waiting for his partner to call.
He gave up on watching TV; no programming was keeping his attention for longer than a few seconds at a time. He had never cared so little about a Knicks game in his entire life before tonight. Basketball had even let him down, which is why he had thrown on some sneakers, and walked around his neighborhood.
He meandered around the streets for a little while trying to find something to do, or maybe some trouble to get into. But nothing was fitting his need for entertainment at this time. He wandered into a 24 hour CVS, one of the only places open at this time, closing in on three thirty in the morning, in a residential neighborhood. There was one cashier who looked miserable, and tired. Jake walked around the store, picking up some gummy bears, and starbursts, before he found himself in the greeting card isle.
He picked a pastel colored one at random and walked around the store for fifteen more minutes pretending to look at anti-histamines and such, out of sheer boredom.
After about twenty five minutes in the store, he finally went to the register, where the bored twenty something stood with a blank expression, as she rang up his candy and glittery card.
Jake found his way home soon after, forcing himself to lay in his bed, and at least try to sleep, maybe if he slept time would go by faster, and he would be able to ask Amy at work what had actually happened during the under cover op. He only had four more hours until he had to get up and go into work.
How hard could it be?