Set right after Halloween


The knock on her door was unexpected, but she knew it was him even though he hadn't called.

If this was a sign of growing familiarity, Amy had no time to consider. Especially because maybe she was feeling a bit guilty.

Sure enough, Jake, back in his usual clothes instead of the magician costume, was frowning.

"Happy Halloween?" She offered, half appeasing, half amused.

"Har, har," he said, stepping in and closing the door behind his back.

"You still angry with me for the hydrant thing?"

"And for towing away my car…" he added, crossing his arms.

"Yeah. That, too," Amy nodded. "Although I am proud of having managed to tow your car only scratching it very slightly once or twice."

"What?"

"Doesn't matter," she said.

He looked at her for a moment, still frowning.

"Ok, I'm feeling a liiiittle bit guilty for playing along your heist when I was really with Holt all this time."

"Uh huh," this time she saw it. His lips twitch, ever so slightly.

"Especially because my codename was Hall Monitor."

"I really thought about that one."

"Yeah," Amy took a step closer to him. "I liked ir. It was kinda hot. You saying it." She took yet another step and now she was just an inch away from Jake.

"And still you betrayed me," he didn't move a muscle but Amy was sure it was costing him some effort.

"I wouldn't call it a betrayal, really," she said, now so close she was an inch from his mouth.

"What would you call it, then?"

"Well," she spoke, tracing his arms with the tip of her finger. "Holt is my commanding officer. I have sworn to obey him."

"That was the reason?"

She chuckled, and leaned forward to whisper into his ear, her hand pressing his forearm.

"No… I wanted to see your face afterwards."

He finally chuckled.

"It was hot seeing you like it so much," he uncrossed his arms and pulled her closer.

"I did like it," she nodded, leaning forward and kissing his neck. The sharp intake of air made her smile proudly. "Maybe you want me to apologize?" Another kiss.

"That… that would be decent. Yeah"

"Yeah," she trailed a path of kisses up to his lips. "I am sorry…" kiss "I am sorry I" kiss "enjoyed it all so much."

"Uh-huh," he muttered, his hands pulling on her hips, making her jump and straddle him, with almost rehearsed ease. "Not really an apology." He took two steps towards her bedroom, his hands firm on her butt.

"Should I try again?"

This time he finally kissed her, and she closed her eyes to feel him walking and then putting her down right next to her bed. "Yeah, try again."

"Ok," she said, and this time she stopped speaking altogether and let her body do the apology.