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JAKE

"Wait" Amy's voice rang clear in the deadly silent hall. Jake couldn't believe it what in the hell was she doing. He stood there shaking his head at her, hoping that he could get her to sit down if he willed it enough.

Of course this was Amy Santiago that wasn't going to happen.

The men who grabbed the first woman looked at each other, almost laughing.

"Why you want to swap places with her?" Clearly they missed judged the petit woman in front of them.

"Trust me, you would want to do that ." To anyone else listening, they would say Amy sounded confident. It was only Jake that caught the quiver in her voice.

"Really you think so? Tell me why you think you are so special." Sneered the same guy, his grip on the first woman they had picked up no wavering.

"No Amy don't say it." Jake whispered from his hiding spot.

"Peralta what's going on?" Diaz's voice sounded in his ear. It made him jump, concentrating so much on what was happening in front of him Jake forgot about the rest of the team.

"It's Amy, looks like she is stepping in as their bargain chip. You guys set up yet?" Jake hushed into the microphone.

"Nearly. The Sarg had a mishap." The annoyance in Diaz voice shone though, even at a whisper.

"That was not my fault Diaz."

Jake peered up to see what was happening and what he saw made his stomach drop.

"Well hurry up guys, times running out." Jake gritted his teeth.

"Chill out Peralta. We've got this okay."

There wasn't many people who put Jake at easy in this moment in time. But his faith and trust in Rosa went a long way.

"Yeah thanks Diaz." Jake had lost interest in what was coming though the ear piece. Just ahead of him Amy walk walking across the hall to them dressed in black.

It may have been his imagination but he would swear that she had look over to where he was standing. It made Jake both scared and strong at how much faith she put into them. Groaning, he turned his back to go and find Boyle.

AMY

She didn't know what made her stand up. Hell Amy didn't even realise that she was, until she had. The only thing that went though her mind was helping that woman.

Trying as hard as she could, Amy made her voice seem strong, and the walk powerful. She would not let the captures see how scared she was. It's all apart of the training.

"Tell me why you are so special."

It was difficult to tell the difference between the guys that were there. They had all dressed in the same clothes.

Amy had a very inappropriate vision of these five guys going into a shop looking for the same outfit. The more she thought it the more she wanted to giggle. Very ill-timed indeed.

The one that had spoken and was now waiting for answer had brown eyes, very much like a certain someone she sat opposite to. Except these eyes held a hardness, not something she thought she would ever see in the other set she was thinking over. No Jake's eye were a lot kinder looking, mischievous.

Amy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. If she could just pretend that it was him she was talking to and not the actual monster standing in front of her she would be okay.

"Oh come on this little girl is obviously trying to be brave. I haven't got time for this." The grip that they had on the scared woman tighten.

No one called her a little girl Amy thought before she found her voice and called back out to them.

"I'm a cop. That's why." The voice that appeared this time was the real Amy Santiago. The best detective around. Well one of them, depending on who you asked.

"Are you now." The man, who Amy had decided was the one in charge, stared at her as if trying to make he out. Amy gave as good as she got, not breaking eye contact.

Looking down at the woman in his arm "Guess this is your lucky day. Sit back down." He threw her forward 'You cop, are coming with us."

Amy walked towards them, peaking over the the dark corridor as briefly and as carefully as she could. What she wouldn't give right now just to get one of Jake's full watt smiles, even if it was him teasing at her expense. Amy could swear she had just heard a moan from that direction, but that couldn't have been possible.

When she reached the boss he grabbed her arm pretty tightly. It made Amy wince and she really had to concentrate hard on not retaliating. That couldn't happen yet, she knew the drill yet that didn't mean in her mind she was seriously inflicting pain on the jackass.

"Come on then cop we have a phone call to make." He pulled her along roughly "make sure this lot behaves." He said the other heavies, they nodded in respond like a pack of nodding dogs.

Boss man dragged her to the corner where they were having they little bad men meeting before. There was a small squared table, most of the time it looked like it housed out of date magazines, whilst people were waiting for a meeting. Now it was being used for several items one may need to rob a bank. The blue prints were spread out and an old mobile, one that Amy had as a teenager. There was also an extra packet of bullets. This made Amy nervous, it meant that they mean business. The guns weren't just for show as she had hoped. The blueprints also weren't a happy sight for her they knew where the hidden points were as well as the many exits.

"Now here is what is going to happen, you are going to call your little buddies out there and let them know that we are not backing down. They are to stow away their guns and handcuffs. All will be well then. Got it."

Amy felt something hard being jammed into her back, she didn't have to use her detective skills to work out it was a barrel of a gun.

"Got it, you don't have to prove your point." This guy was really starting to get on her nerves

Amy picked up the ancient looking phone "Anyone in particular you want to call."

"Why don't we make it ladies choice."

"Fine." Thankfully she was pretty good with numbers and when Captain Holt started at ninety-nine she made damn sure to take note of his number. You know just encase reasons, at the time this scenario wasn't in her forethought.

"Holt speaking" the voice which normal had Amy on the edge of her seat, calmed her completely today.

"Hi Sir, Detective Santiago here. How are you?" The gun or rather the man holding the gun was shoved her in the back.

"Are you really asking me how I am detective?" Even for a guy who you couldn't tell if he was in good mood or not, sounded confused.

"Erm no I guess not Sir. I'm here with a few men. Well there are other people here as well, it not just me and a few men."

Even the boss guy rolled his eyes at that one.

"Santiago, are you okay?" Holt replied,

"Not going to lie Sir, been better. Anyway there is a gentleman, so to speak that wishes me to let you know that they are not going to back down." As the last part was said Amy looked directly at the tall man in front of her.

"Is that right. Well thank you for passing along that message, I will discuss it this side and get back to you. Between you and me, there is an over confident detective that might have a few words to say back." It was a rare moment when Captain's Holt's stern manner slipped. This one small remake made Amy's heart pound.

"How's he doing Cap?"

"Not going to lie to you Santiago, his been better." Holt replied, repeating her words back.

"Okay that's enough of this hang up the phone." Which was said with a small reminder of the gun in her spine.

The phone was pulled out of Amy's hands, she felt the loss of connection. Speaking to Holt had been comforting as well as reliving. For even Holt to make those remarks about Jake, meant for him to be in a bad way.

One last look to the dark corner was made before she got pushed to the ground, away from the other people.

HOLT

People often mistook Raymond Holt for being a cold person. It wasn't that at all. It was just that he preferred to hide his emotions, and after years of practice he had out done himself.

It had to be this way to survive what he did as a young man. It made him the person who he was today. It is what makes him good at his job.

At this moment in time when the other end of the phone cut off, he was struggling to remain impassive. It took a couple of seconds to gather his composure.

"Sir?" Some uniformed police officer tried to bring him out. Yet he carried on looking at the silent phone in his hand.

"Sir!" The uniformed said a little louder. "Was that them?"

"Hmm? No it wasn't. Well yes I suppose it was." The determined looked returned to his face "excuse me I have to talk to my team."

He walked off leaving behind a very confused police officer.

Walking over to Hitchcock and Scully who were manning the equipment, trying to be as helpful as they could. So of course being no help at all.

"Where is the mike to contact the rest of the team?" Holt demanded.

"Erm right here Sir." Hitchcock went to hand over the device. Instead of it reaching Holt's hands it landed up on the floor.

It seemed to happen in slow motion, yet the gale force that was Hitchcock and Scully both went for it at the same time. Bumping into each other whilst the device made its way and then hit the ground, smashing in to small pieces.

"We have not got time for this, tell me you have another one." Holt used his scarier than yelling voice. For once they pair worked together well to arrange another mike.

Not saying a word their Captain took the device, giving them both a cold hard stare - one that told them they will be in trouble later.

Here was the part Holt was dreading, he had to let Jake know what had been said. With a deep breath he hit the side button to talk.

"Peralta, you ready?"

"Yes Captain, locked, loaded and ready to serve these guys their ass' "