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Chapter 3

Jake and Amy were called into Holt's office a few weeks later to get orders for a stake out. There had been an illegal arms dealing going on in Brooklyn, and now the precinct has finally figured out who the headmen are. It was Amy and Jake's job to catch them at their meet up tonight.

Usually stakeouts like this were a miserable, because of all the unknown information. Not knowing the exact time it was going to go down, and having to wait hours after hours late into the night. However, in this case, Jake and Amy felt a tinge of excitement. Not only because it was going to be a big bust, they both also quite enjoyed doing stake outs together. They always tried to find ways to amuse themselves and get the job done at the same time.

They didn't want to risk using a police car and give away their position, so taking one of their cars was their best bet at not getting discovered by the dealers.

"I'll be at your apartment by ten, well take my car." Jake said, on their way out Holt's door.

"No way, your car will die on us before we even get there! I'll pick you up, and we'll take my nice, practical car," She said, grinning proudly.

Jake apprehensively agreed. He couldn't deny it or complain either. He was going to be in close quarters with Santiago, for who knows how long tonight! Well, maybe he would complain a little; teasing her is too entertaining to pass up…

…

"I can't believe I agreed to go in your soccer mom of a car," Jake criticized, shaking his head. They just arrived at the location and found a spot to park where they wouldn't be seen. "Hey Mom, got any juice packs!" He joked, nudging Amy with his elbow.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and tried to control her features from breaking into a smile. Jake noticed this, which made his face light up with satisfactory and enjoyment.

"I'm guessing you brought some in your stake out bag, didn't you?" She said, coyly eyeing the bag set between the two of them.

"You know me so well…" Jake said in awe, as he pulled out two juice pouches. "Wild berry or Lemon?" he questioned, trying to pull off a suave look. However, he still maintained his naturally goofy composure.

It was one of Peralta's qualities that captivated her—"Whoa Amy, get a grip!" she thought to herself.

"Lemon," She answered. She held out her hands as he smirked and gave it to her.

Their hands touched for a brief moment, she swore she could feel butterflies in her stomach. Jake played it off casually, but was panicking inside his head.

"She's just your partner, a good friend. We can't screw that up, I almost did already…" Jake thought, scolding himself internally for the jump he felt in his stomach while looking at her. Oh, who was he kidding… he couldn't stop it if he tried.

After a few moments, they moved on. They shared laughs and playful bickered while drinking their juice pouches. Jake wouldn't let her put in her stakeout song mix she made, so he found one of his favorite stations and made sure to put it at a quiet volume. Amy laughed at how he was ridiculously singing along, especially to the Taylor Swifts songs he claimed he didn't like. Amy nevertheless found herself joining in with him, despite her first anger at his refusal to her picked out music. They particularly were in sink when they sang softly, "Can't fight this feeling" by REO Speedwagon as a duet. Unfortunately, it led to some uncomfortableness when they realized the irony of the lyrics they were singing…

Later into the night, they got into swapping random stories to keep themselves occupied.

"So that's how my brothers scared off my prom date when he tried to get me up to a hotel room," She explained, laughing. When she thought about her super protective brothers when she was young, it made her realize how much they're still like that today. "I mean, they mean well most of the time. On the other hand, I could do without them doing background checks on all my boyfriends."

"We'll your lucky I'm an only child. After my dad left…it was just my mom and I. As much of a lady-killer I was—, '' Amy scoffed. "I was, ok! As I was saying, my mom was quite protective too. Girls were freaked out by her clinginess, using a megaphone at my soccer games didn't help."

She was still snickering at him while watching out for the meet up. "We'll your brothers are right about checking up on your dates, they're such losers!" Jake exclaimed.

Amy stopped her laughing and angrily threw her empty juice pouch at him. He then reciprocated and squirted what was left of his drink on Amy.

"Agh you jerk!" she said, smiling.

Their laughter suddenly stifled when they heard a commotion coming from outside the vehicle. They noticed at the deal spot, there were two cars arriving. Jake and Amy nodded to each other and slowly got out the car. They started to move towards them out of sight as the people got out of the car.

They both busted forth from behind the street wall when they made it over and shouted, "NYPD, hands in the air!"

The two men raised their hands to their heads. Amy and Jake walked over slowly, both cuffing one of the men while stating them their rights. Jake called back up to come and take them away while walking back over to Amy's car. At that moment, the man Amy had cuffed swung his elbow back, hitting her in the head hard.

"Amy!" Jake shouted with fear.

Amy stumbled back onto the ground dizzy. She then got up and was trying to get up to grip of the man again. Jake quickly ran and cuffed his man to the car and ran back over to Amy. The dealer had Amy in a grip, trying to get away, when Jake pointed his gun at him. He was shielding himself with Amy who was still a bit out of it, trying to struggle out of his arms. Jake felt his heart drop at the sight of it.

Amy's right arm however was free from his grasp. She swung it back into his gut, causing him to stumble backwards releasing her. Still feeling a bit woozy, she grabbed her gun and pointed it at him again, now face to face. He stopped in his tracks at first, but proceeded to take a step forward. Jake snuck up from behind him and hit him over the head with his gun, knocking him out.

"Santiago are you ok?" he said, turning to her.

He gave her a worried look as she squinted at him through her hazy vision. She then looked down at her feet, where the unconscious felon who assaulted her rested.

"I'm fine, that guy just knocked the wind out of me for a few seconds there, sorry…"

"No don't be! You were…amazing." Jake said, still in shock. He touched her arm for a moment, which made her eyes snap up at him. "You sure knocked the wind out of him though; he should know, no one messes with Amy Santiago!" he said, with a weary smile. She breathed out a chuckle in response.

Back up showed up soon after that, taking the two men into custody. Terry came for back up saw how tired they were and said he would wrap it up from there. They thanked him and headed back to Amy's car as the police cars with the dealers headed off.

As soon as they got to the car, Amy reached for the door handle and she started to loose balance. She started to fall forwards as Jake quickly lunged forward to catch her in his arms.

"Whoa Amy, are you alright?"

Her head was against his chest and her hands gripping the collar of his jacket for support. Amy started to lift her head up, still gripping Jake to keep herself steady. She met his gaze and gave an exasperated smile.

"I'm alright, just a little dizzy… have you always had three eyes?" she asked grimly, trying to get her eyes to focus but failing. It was hard to concentrate anyhow because she could feel his heart pumping against hers, which was making her even woozier.

"No I don't'; but I'm guessing it's an awesome new feature I have, thanks to your dizziness. You shouldn't be one to talk by the way four eyes!" He teased, smiling gently.

Amy grinned and nudged him slightly, which made him laugh. They contently looked at each other until Amy looked down embarrassed, and steadied herself back up. But Jake's arms still remained around her waist.

His breath hitched as he glanced down at Amy's lips, which were not too far away from his currently. Jake started to lean closer and Amy's eyes just fluttered closed for second before they were interrupted by a loud crashing of a glass vase that fell from someone's apartment, landing next to them.

They both jolted apart from each other as they looked above them toward the area the vase had fallen. They saw a women running out of the building to meet where they were standing.

"I am terribly sorry; I'm just a big klutz! Are you both alright?" She shouted.

"We're fine, no apology necessary!" Jake said. He leaned down and gathered the flowers that were in the vase and held them out to the women. "You might want these though, they're still perfectly fine."

"Oh no you keep them! I feel like I interrupted something… you can give them to your lovely girlfriend here!" She said smiling, as they stood there shaking their heads.

They didn't have a chance to reply before she hastily turned around and ran back inside.

They both looked back at each other, laughing awkwardly. Jake scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, and then opened the car door for her.

"Uhh we should be heading back, I'll drive you to your apartment instead. I'll just take a taxi home."

"Yeah, that would probably be best. Don't want me fainting on the wheel while driving!" Amy agreed, smiling nervously.

"True, you're a bad enough driver as it is." Jake said with a sly smirk.

She shook her head at him and proceeded to get in the car, which only made him smirk more. Amy let out a breath she didn't know she was holding as he walked around to the other side of the car.

They drove in silence for a while until Jake put in the music mix Amy brought that he before had refused to listen to. She began to smile brightly and opened her mouth to comment but Jake cut her off.

"Not a word Santiago, you're lucky I'm feeling nice." He warned her, and she just put her hands up in surrender.

Amy stayed silent, biting back a smile while they drove back to her apartment.

…

When they got to her apartment building, he walked her up to the door, making sure she didn't lose gravity walking up the steps.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," Jake said, when they reached her door. He then began to turn around.

"Wait, Jake!" Amy grabbed his arm, bringing him to a stop. He raised his brow waiting for her to continue. "I—I just wanted to say…nice work on the bust tonight. I'm glad you're back at the Nine-Nine. And…" She then leaned in, pressing a kiss on his cheek, holding it there for a few seconds. He was shocked, but he closed his eyes briefly before she pulled away. "Also thanks for catching me; surprisingly, I would rather be in your arms then landing on the pavement."

Amy then swiftly turned around and got in to her apartment, shutting the door behind her. Jake stood frozen for a moment, and then broke out into a goofy smile.

"Maybe romantic stylez wasn't such a crazy idea after all…" Jake spoke quietly to himself.

He raised a fist into the air as he giddily walked down the steps. He proceeded to call a taxi and couldn't help himself from smiling the whole way home.