Authors note: Hello all who might be reading this! I am a long time reader, but this is my first time publishing a fanfiction. Forgive me if I make some mistakes while trying to figure everything out! I do not own Brooklyn Nine-Nine or the fantastic characters of the show. I take great joy in writing this and I hope someone takes joy in reading!

Chapter 2

Jake actually found himself waking up earlier than usual a few days later. He had to restrain himself from throwing his phone at the wall when his wretched alarm went off. He hastily got up and got ready to get to work as fast as he could. The precinct has been having a bet going on of how many days they think he will show up late this month. They even keep a tally! To say the least, he did not want another mark on their list.

He was on the last turn he had to take to get to the precinct, when he spotted Amy's favorite coffee shop. She'd mentioned it hundreds of times to him whenever they stopped before a stake out.

"It's a beautifully mixed with caramel and chocolate with just the right amount of bitterness in the coffee." He could hear her say in his head.

If Amy were with him, she would be begging him to stop and convince him to get something too. The thought of it made Jake smile, he pulled over to stop at the shop and get coffee.

Jake lectured her whenever she suggested it, saying that it always took too long and the inside looked like a grandmother's living room. But she always just ignored his insults and sipped her coffee happily.

That was one of the reasons he teased her relentlessly. Not only because he liked to get under her skin, but because he loved when he made her smile. It filled him with joy, which is probably one of the reasons he was falling in love with her. He often had to control himself from smiling like a ridiculous idiot around her. He sighed and pulled over to the coffee shop.

After they called his number after a few minutes of waiting, he grabbed the coffees and ran out the door into his car. He ended up showing up at the precinct 10 minutes late and was greeted by shouts and claps as he walked through the door.

"Gina, that's another tally mark which means 8 times this month so far!" Rosa yelled with a look that seemed almost like a smile. He saw Terry shake his head, putting money into Rosa's hands.

"Ha-ha, Very funny!" he said making a sarcastic facial expression, bowing jocularly.

He rolled his eyes and continued walking as everyone went back to work. He then paused at Amy's desk, stopping in place. She met him with a jesting smile, arms crossed disapprovingly.

"So Peralta, what was it this time? Did you Shock yourself with your old toaster? Did the neighborhood stray cat got stuck in your bedpost again? Oh, I know! You're "Incredible" car finally broke down!" she exclaimed.

She Grinned brightly as he irritatingly shook his head, a smile ghosting his lips. He tried to contain his anticipation for what he was going to do next.

"No actually. But that hurts, you know that car is a wonder." She just raised an eyebrow, looking as if she was holding back a laugh. This gave him a push to reveal the coffee he had behind his back, putting it right in front of her.

"I was getting this for you," he spoke softly. Trying to come off casually as she sat froze in her spot. She quietly picked it up in disbelief and looked up at him.

"You actually stopped at my favorite place…I thought you hated it there and thought it was only somewhere where grandmas in knitting clubs will meet?" She whispered.

She proceeded to take a sip trying to calm her flustered state and tasted her usual delicious coffee.

"It is. But I saw it and I had extra time this morning so…I decided to stop in and get you one."

He suddenly felt embarrassed describing it to her. Sure, they both have got coffee for each other before, but it was just usually a small gesture between partners. But this felt…different, like something more than that.

"Thank you…" she responded after a few seconds.

He thought he saw a tint of color hinting at her cheeks. It caused him to give a warm sly smirk as she pushed out a shaky laugh, trying to avoid his gaze. He then carried on, walking over to his desk, and sitting down. He sipped his coffee smirking at her; she somehow felt more at ease by his composure and relaxed back in her chair.

"You know, you forgot whipped cream."

Jake sighed, "Santiago you drink one of the fluffiest coffees I've ever seen, you're going to get sugar crash," he pointed out playfully. Sipping at his coffee and then pointing to his drink. "Ah you see…this is just right. Not too much sugar, and with just a hint of cinnamon. You don't want to ruin the coffee," he lectured, sarcastically sniffing the steam coming out of his drink.

"Not too much sugar, Are you kidding?! You pour about five sugar packets in yours! In addition, it's ironic that this criticism is coming from the guy who eats fruit by the foot for breakfast!" she counters, pointing at the candy he also had on his desk.

Jake put a hand to his chest leaning back to try to look offended. "Excuse me my dear detective, but those are fruit roll ups. Respect the snacks!"

"My bad," she said rolling her eyes.

They both went back to work with smiles on their faces while drinking their coffee that would later be known as "The Peraltiago usual," made up by the baristas at the coffee shop that they became frequent patrons of from then on.