Sorry for the delay, hoped to get this up sooner just got a bit distracted by certain sporting event :)

I can't say thank you enough for the reviews and the follow/favourites that I got for the last chapter, each notification made me smile so much. Just hope you like this one also. As always your views are appreciated. I am sorry for any errors, wrote this on my iPod, not my preferred method.

(I do not own Brooklyn-99, but would like to thank them for creating my new obsession)

The room was silent, everyone in it was focused on their Captain. No one more than Jake, who wanted to yell at Holt to hurry the damn well up.

"Look this isn't easy to say, but before I do I want you all to remember to stay professional at all time. Try to keep any hothead ideas in check." Holt started, mainly looking at Jake as he said spoke.

"Captain, why don't you just tell us what is happening here. Where is Satiago?" Jake was starting to lose his patience. Not that he ever had much to begin with. If something had happened to Amy, then he would do whatever it took to save her. No matter what Holt warned.

Holt took a deep breath, for one who normally had the answers he was dreading tell his team the next part.

"As some of you are aware the NHP bank on south street is currently being held up. We don't have all the information but according police who are there now, 4 armed men entered the premises 40 mins ago. They accessed the CCTV cameras, it's not a great system but there estimate that there are around 15 hostages."

Jake sat forward in his seat "Right, why do I feel like you haven't told us everything?" At this point he was feeling sick and wanted out the office.

Everyone else just remained silent, surprising even Gina. To Jake they weren't there, being so fixated on the Captain and his next words.

"No, you're right Pealta, we have good reason to believe that Santiago is one of those 15 people." Those last words that exited his own mouth, made him wince a little.

"WHAT!" Jake jumped up from his seat, knocking the object to the floor.

"Why are we all sitting here, you wasted this time when we could have been down there getting her out. I mean do we even know for sure?"

Someone behind Jake put there hand on his shoulder, without even looking who it was Jake brushed it away.

"Jake, buddy you have to calm down." Boyle's calm voice came followed.

"His right Peralta, Santiago is tough she can handle herself, better than you most of the time." This time it was Diaz's that tries to break though to Jake.

Except he wasn't hearing any of it, standing up, hands on the desk and head bowed. "Do we know for sure that Amy is in there?"

"I am afraid so Pelata." Holt spoke softly just to Jake before clearing his throat to address the rest of the room. "I know Uniform are down there, but I have requested that under the circumstances, that we are a allowed a team there also."

"Can we go now?" Jake spoke more harshly than normal protocol would allow.

All he received was a sharpe nod. The Captain knowing that there was no point in trying to keep him here.

Without a word Jake left the office, closely followed by Boyle. Who was keeping his promise from earlier on keeping a close eye on Jake. Not that Boyle thought his best friend would listen to anyone right now.

It was common knowledge around the precinct how both Jake and Amy felt about each other, except to Jake and Amy. The act that they had going on wasn't falling anyone. Most of the time the others let them both get on with it, thinking that when the time was right they would both wake the hell up, in the meantime it was slightly amusing.

However at this moment the pain Jake's face was portraying wasn't funny to anyone. They would get Amy out, because if something happened to her, it would be 2 members of their team that would be lost.

AMY

Amy got into work early that morning, that was even by stopping on the way to get her favourite caramel coffee. Which she thought was a secret until a few weeks ago when Jake had brought one in for her. Darn, she thought to herself. She had done it again, caught herself thinking about her partner.

Amy had promised herself that she would stop doing that, though that was a promise that was getting hard and hard to keep. At first, when he was away it was okay. She feared and worried about him, but so did everyone one else on the team, it was nothing to worry about. Though the words "romantic stylez" were creeping about in those thoughts more than they should.

Except it all got worse when Jake walked, or better strutted back into the precinct. The relief and happiness she felt at seeing him made Amy forget where she was, and couldn't help the hug and hold incident. That's when she made the promise to herself not to forget where she was, not to let her guard down.

The way Jake avoid eye contact with her after it, made it glaringly obvious that he regretted those words, maybe even embarrassed. So she kept away and they went back to as close to normal as possible.

It was getting worse for her though, she felt the tension between them. Her head was no longer in the game.

Amy was a great cop and will make her dream of making it to Captain one day. Maybe this place was not the right place for her anymore. It would hurt more than she would care to admit, leaving her friends. Leaving Jake. The thought of doing just that brought a lump to her throat.

It was then as she sat down at her desk, looking over at the empty desk opposite daydreaming, it suddenly hit her what day it was. "For Pete sake!" She exclaimed out loud to no one. This is how messed up her mind was, her rent was due yesterday and she hadn't even paid the Check into her account to cover it. Never mind being out of a job, if she didn't get to the bank today she would be out of a home.

Thankfully she had put in a lot of extra hours recently, doing backed up paperwork. Another distraction that failed, that Holt didn't mind her running out for an hour or so.

Amy was in such a hurry that she would leave a very important item in her deal draw. One that she would place in there the start of everyday. This wasn't spotted until approximately 45 minutes later.

The bank was busy when she arrived, it felt like the whole of New York was there. The kid in front swinging on the bars near her was doing nothing to help her hold her patience, her foot tapping away as a signed of the irritation that was being felt.

Just as Amy was finally getting to the front of the queue, she heard commotion behind her, and before she could turn around to investigate the screams started. On instinct she reached for her gun, except her hand grabbed around nothing.

It all happened so quickly realising the gun was in the desk draw, men yelling at everyone to get down. Amy felt it was almost an out of body experience. As she reached the floor with the rest of the people one annoying single thought went though her head - she wondered if Jake would get called down here.

Amy banged her head on the cold marble floor annoyed with herself more than anything else at that time"Get it together Santiago. Now is not the time." Her day was not going well.