in which amy and jake are forced to use a different tactic.

Amy's eyes widen as Jake enters the Captain's room, looking just as panicked as she was.

"What are you doing in here?" He hissed at her.

"I - what - am not - what are you doing here?"

"I need to find a copy of the New Yorker Kevin left by the best so I can justify this whole, 'pro-slavery' stance I've backed myself into." Jake attempted to explain.

Amy didn't even want to know.

She didn't have time to ask, either, because the rattling of the doorknob sent her into a panic. "Jake."

"What?"

"There's someone coming."

Jake's eyes widened. "No."

"Yes."

"What are we going to do?" Jake looked around the room, trying to find a good hiding place.

Amy followed his gaze. "We wont fit under the bed Peralta."

"Have you got a better idea?" Jake retorted, half an eye on the door that was now starting to open.

Amy swallowed nervously.

She was totally going to regret this.

Reaching out, Amy cupped Jake's face in her hands, pressing her lips to his. Jake didn't move for a second, in shock, but snapped out of it quickly, looping his arms around Amy's waist, kissing her back fiercely. He was stronger than Amy had realised, easily holding her on her tip-toes, flush against his body.

"Peralta! Santiago!"

They broke apart as they heard Captain Holt yell, Amy looking at the ground, ashamed. Captain Holt lost it completely, giving her and Jake the worst lecture of their careers.

And her life, actually.

It wasn't until they had all been kicked out of the house, standing on the sidewalk in a huddled group that Amy realised Jake had kept his arm around her waist the entire time, the whole thing oddly comfortable.

"How long has this been going on?" Terry demanded.

Amy looked at Jake, her partner raising an eyebrow. "There's nothing going on." Amy said quietly.

"Then why the damn hell were the two of you making out in a superior officers bedroom?"

"I was looking for the New Yorker."

"Recon." Amy admitted.

Terry sighed wearily, handing Amy back her phone. "Go home. We'll deal with this tomorrow."

Amy took her phone gratefully, putting it back in her pocket, watching as the rest of her unit started to head home. "I'm going to be fired."

"No, you wont."

Amy looked over to see that Jake was still here. "I don't think making out with your partner in a superior officer's bedroom is something we can bounce back from Jake."

"We were off duty." Jake said.

"Its a violation of the Captain's trust Jake."

"We'll just explain to him in the morning."

"Like what we were really doing is any better." Amy rolled her eyes.

Jake grinned. "Either we tell him the truth, or you have to be in a relationship with me."

Amy pulled a face. "We'll tell him the truth."

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" Jake said. "I'm a pretty good kisser."

"Says who?"

"Says your eagerness."

"I was acting."

"Hm." Jake hummed. "Whatever you say."

"Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Jake gave her a soft smile. "I'll see you tomorrow Santiago."

Holt wasn't exactly happy when Jake and Amy explained what they were really doing in his bedroom, but they sort of halfway made up for it with Jake's surprise dinner for Holt, and Kevin. Holt wasn't really ever surprised, and it was strange to have it all coming from one of his own detectives. He always knew what his detectives were up to.

What wasn't a surprise to anyone however, least of all Holt, was Jake and Amy arriving in his office ten months later with a neatly signed and prepared fraternisation request (definitely all Santiago) and an apology to Scully for walking in on them having sex in the evidence locker (an apology given with a far too happy grin from Peralta..)