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Anyone who drove in New York City would understand the frustration of trying to get though the daily rush of traffic, but no one more at that time Jake Peralta and that was with the very loud siren on top of the car. People just did not want to get out the way. Before Jake hurt himself or at least an innocent bystander, Boyle got out the car to try and make way for the squad car to get though. If Jake had been in a better mood he might almost find it funny. Okay there was no almost about it. Watching Boyles trying to control the traffic and directing angry drivers was damn right hilarious. Whatever mood you were in. Thankfully a traffic cop came to their rescue and with a lot more effectiveness cleared the traffic.

When they finally reached the street that the bank was located on Jake felt sick, seeing all the commotion really hit the situation home. It took all his efforts not to charge in there a gather Amy up, the cop side of him knew this would put more people in danger than it would save. Though having to remind himself of that was quite a battle. He realized that he had been standing there way to long; forcing himself to shaking out of it and get moving was more difficult.

"Jake, come on lets go an talk to the Chief." Boyle spoke beside him; his friend hated seeing his friend like this. The person standing there staring at the cacaos was not the same person.

"Jake, buddy come on. To help her we need to move." There was no point in pretending the real reason behind the sudden change in personality.

"Hmm, yes sorry your right. The Chief, we need the Chief." Jake mumbled in reply.

The main base of the operation seemed to be beside one plain looking car there were several uniformed officers peering over at the hood of the car. Once Peralta and Boyle got closure they could see blue print spread out. They were just about to interrupt when someone tapped them on the shoulder.

"Glad to see that you kept your head Peralta, thought I would get here to find all already in the building." The words coming out of the mouth of their own Captain.

"Can't say it didn't cross my mine Sir, but that doesn't mean to say that I am keen to get in there." An understatement considering the way Jake was feeling.

"Of course. Let's do this the correct way if that is possible for you Peralta." Holt said this with an unusual slight smirk knowing full well that was not how his Detective worked.

Not wanting to make any false promises Jake just nodded his head staying very silent.

By the time that the warning was given the rest of the team had caught up with them. They were just discussing ideas on getting into the building when there was a sound of someone clearing their throat. Not hearing this, the sound got louder and more exaggerated.

"Excuse me this is official police business, what are you doing here." The whiny self importance voice came from a short bald uniformed police officer, someone Jake would normal love to wind up. Though today he would most likely go straight to punching the guy out.

Unfortunately or fortunately depending on the point of view the Captain stepped forward.

"Hello I am Captain Holt from the 99th precinct. I would like to talk to the Officer in charge." The team couldn't help but be smug about their own Captain; there is no one that Holt couldn't stare down.

The uniformed police caved under the ferrous glare "I'll just go and get him for you."

In no time at all a plan was put in place, it turns out Chief Richards was good friends with Holt so he let the 99's work out the plan, promising back up where necessary.

The uniformed cops were not happy about the situation, but for Jake it was the only way he was pleased with. His team he trusted and he need that where Amy was concerned.

Amy

The situation inside was getting worse; the people around Amy were starting to get scared and the armed robbers getting anxious. She looked around the area trying to come up with a safe plan at least for the little boy next to her who was cuddled in the arms of his mother. Amy tried to talk to them, to let them know that she was a cop but she didn't want to give away her ID.

When she overheard one of the guys talk about the police being outside she hoped it would be over soon.

Sitting here hopeless gave Amy too much time to think, and it wasn't only an escape plan that she was thinking about. It was her over confident, cheeky, good looking partner. The biggest regret in the whole Jake scenario was that day he told her how he felt.

She just stood there in the parking lot, the box in his arms. Why did she do that? If she was being honest and now was a good time as any to do that. It wasn't because she didn't feel the same, it was because so much was going though her mind that she hadn't known what to say first, and apparently the answer was to say nothing.

Yes she was scared; scared to lose the friendship that they had, scared something was going to happen on that stupid, crazy undercover job. Mostly she was scared that he would end up hurting her.

Amy had watched Jake for years now, the way he was with woman was diabolical, he didn't really do relationships. They were there for a bit of entertainment, that's not who she was or wanted. Amy's normal type of guy was someone like Teddy, but that had fizzled and staying on the honest track boring. Relationships like that were safe, but did that make her happy. She knew that now.

Since Jake had returned there was no mention of the previous chat so how did she bring it up again? Just walk in the office one day "oh hi Jake so you still want to have romantic stylizes with me" That was stupid.

Peering up from her spot on the floor and coming out of her own head she noticed the men in the corner, whispering in a huddle completely distracted to their hostages. This was her chance to do something. Enough was enough.