99th Precinct, 9.30 a.m.

Jake's already sitting at his desk by the time Amy arrives at the precinct the next day. She purposefully left at the last minute and gets there slightly late; dreading, for the first time ever, going into work.

The second she enters, Amy feels like turning and walking straight out again. Jake tries to catch her eye but she avoids his gaze, instead staring at the scuffed leather of her work shoes. Amy feels like the entire precinct is staring at her. She swallows and sits down at her desk, risking a peek over at Jake.

He returns her look, his expression sympathetic.

"Hey Caramel," Gina's voice is suddenly audible from behind Amy, a thick edge of sarcastic mocking. "How you doing this morning?"

Rosa saunters into the precinct at that moment, snickering at Gina's comment and wolf-whistling the second she sees Amy.

"Cut it out guys," Jake protests while Amy's face burns scarlet.

"That is completely inappropriate in the workplace," Amy snaps in mortification.

Rosa and Gina take no notice of her stern words though – continuing to smirk in amusement.

All of a sudden, Captain Holt appears, making his way through the group of immature detectives. Amy feigns a professional smile when she sees him but it falters when she notices his brow furrowing at Rosa's wolf-whistle.

"Detectives," Holt nods as he walks past. "What was that about?"

"That?" Amy repeats, slightly flustered. "That was just, uh –"

"Just a private joke, sir," Jake finishes for her, with a false grin.

Amy breathes out in relief when Holt nods and continues towards his office without another word. God. How is she going to make it through the day when she already feels like leaving at nine thirty in the morning?

Amy pulls out the new case that's sitting at the top of a pile on her desk, flicking open the report to read the details and sighing exhaustedly. She can't stop thinking about last night. It had been a nightmare.

Even before the squad had found out about her and Jake, she knew they were in trouble. Terry, Rosa, Boyle – they're all detectives. They were bound to notice at some point. Honestly, what was she thinking?

And then Rosa had gone and found her…discarded clothes. It had gone downhill from there, really.

She still can't believe she had been found hiding in Jake's bathroom like some kind of rebellious teenager. The truth became pretty clear after that without anyone needing to say anything.

Boyle had been beside himself with joy. Apparently he was the one who had been trying to convince Jake to admit his feelings to her in the first place.

"You two are definitely double dating with me and Vivvi," he had decided. "She already loves you Amy."

"The idea of you two dating makes me want to throw up repeatedly," Gina had announced, looking repulsed. "But I'm happy for you." She had paused and added, "but it's gross."

Luckily, Amy's never taken much notice of what Gina says.

Rosa claimed that she knew Jake and Amy were hooking up all along and, honestly, Amy wouldn't be surprised if she did.

"You two were disgustingly obvious," Rosa had frowned. "Everyone knew."

Amy was mostly embarrassed to have been caught by the Sarge. Over the years, he's become like a kind of father-figure for the squad. To be found hiding in Jake's bathroom like that, with her clothes in a mess and her guilty expression… it was so humiliating.

Amy shuts her eyes and has to take a few breaths to stop herself freaking out about it all over again.

Terry hadn't said anything to infer that he was disappointed, though. Actually… despite being lied to, he had ended up being pretty happy for them.

"Well, you are two of my best detectives. Your happiness means a lot to me. So, if this is what you want," he had smiled warmly and Amy had felt herself tearing up, "I'll allow it."

"Thanks Sarge," Amy sniffed.

"Yeah, thanks man," Jake had nodded, fist-pumping Terry. "Means a lot."

"Why didn't you just tell us?" Terry asked, sighing.

Amy and Jake had looked at each other easily.

"It was Amy's idea," Jake decided, dropping all of the blame onto her as usual.

"I just didn't think it would be appropriate," Amy confessed with a small shrug. "I don't know. We're really sorry."

Rosa looked at her with a stony expression and Charles continued beaming like a madman.

"Which reminds me," Amy's eyes widened in alarm. "None of you are to tell Holt about this. Understand?"

She glared at each member of the squad with an unyielding sense of seriousness in her tone.

"Amy," Terry raised his eyebrows. "Holt will found out."

"The guy's not stupid," Rosa agreed.

Amy waved off their comments.

"She's in denial," Jake had whispered, pointing at her.

"I am not," she growled, elbowing him in the side. "Just – no one tell Holt. Please?"

The group had nodded – somewhat reluctantly – and promised Amy that they would keep their mouths shut. They seem to have stuck to their word; Holt hasn't mentioned anything about it. At least not to Amy.

"You alright?" Jake inquires, his voice low, snapping Amy back to the present.

He seems to be every bit as conscious as her that all of their friends are watching their every move.

Amy nods.

"Yeah. Fine."

The report in her hand has been open for at least five minutes, though, and she hasn't made it past the first line.

Boyle moseys over to Jake and Amy a second later, placing a cellophane bag full of small heart-shaped cookies down in between their two desks. Amy looks up at him; her face full of questions.

"I saw these at the bakery this morning on my way in – I just couldn't resist."

"I'm sorry, what?" she demands in a slightly harsher voice than she had been intending to use.

"Amaretti di Saronno," Boyle says in an Italian accent. "Made with crushed apricot kernels for fuller flavour. They made me think of you two," he nods in justification. "You two lovebirds."

Amy's mouth falls open.

"Oh," Jake presses his lips together to hold in his laughter, "thanks."

"No problem," Boyle smiles, shooting Jake a thumbs up. He turns and walks back in the direction that he came in, leaving Amy awestruck.

The second he's gone, a snort escapes Jake's mouth.

"Cookie, honey?" he teases, offering her the bag.

Amy just scowls at him and throws a pen in his general direction.

"Shut up."

This is going to be a long day.

One hour later.

Admittedly, Amy doesn't usually ask for help when it comes to her work. She's always been one to prove that she is independent and capable. But when she sees Jake finish up with the case he's working on, sitting at his desk trying to block out Gina's constant harassing taunts, Amy can't help but feel bad for the guy.

Honestly, this is kind of why she was reluctant to tell the squad about her relationship with Jake in the first place. For a bunch of professionals, they can be extremely childish.

"Hey," Amy calls to Jake, smiling when he looks up. "You wanna help me with this?"

Jake immediately looks puzzled as if he can't work out whether Amy's playing a trick on him or not.

"You want my help?"

Amy has to force herself not to sigh at his attitude.


"If you want to make out with me you just have to say so," Jake grins. "There's no need to make up some elaborate story –"

"Just get over here," Amy commands, fighting a smile.

Jake hauls himself up from his chair and comes and stands beside her, leaning down over her shoulder to read her notes on her current case. Amy tries to ignore how his warm presence makes her unexplainably nervous. He smells as spicy and delicious as ever.

"So, you've got… a suspected stalking," Jake says as he skims the notes with narrowed eyes.

"Yep. The victim's initial description sounded familiar – and then I realised it's almost the exact description of this guy –" she holds up a photograph "–who was in here the other day for anti-social behaviour."

Jake's expression turns serious.

"Where is he now?"

"That's the thing – he was released with a warning," Amy's lips pucker in irritation. "I was thinking I would go talk to the victim and get her to clarify whether or not this is the guy. At least then we know for sure whether or not to pursue him."

Jake nods.

"Good idea."

Amy spins around in her chair, smiling up at him.

"That's where you come in," she informs him.

Jake's eyebrows shoot up. He knows how possessive Amy can be over her cases.

"You want me to come with you?" he wonders aloud, reading her expression. Amy nods but Jake still looks confused. "Are you sure?"

"Don't you want to get out of here?" she says, pointedly gesturing to Gina who is currently taking photos of Amy and Jake on her iPhone.

"Gina, what are you even doing?" Jake calls over to her.

"I want to document every moment of your relationship," Gina explains, not taking her eyes off of the phone screen. "When it ends disastrously, I want to be able to remind you of the good times."

"No you don't," Amy rolls her eyes. "You just want to annoy us with it."

Gina doesn't answer which makes Amy's eyes roll again in irritation. Jake just stares at Gina looking baffled.

"So?" Amy prompts, nudging Jake and glancing towards the door.

"Sure, let's go," he agrees, grabbing his jacket and walking with her to the exit of the precinct.

Amy follows him, grabbing the case file on the way.

She pauses when Rosa calls out after them, "where are you two going together?" with a heavily suggestive undertone to her words.

"It's none of your business," Amy retorts.

The second the words have left her mouth, though, Amy realises that it sounds like she's lying.

"Definitely going to have sex," Gina decides, joining in the conversation.

Jake just laughs, seeming to be amused by the whole thing. Amy – less so. She knows there's a threatening scowl on her face but she can't help it. Holt is right there in his office. What if he hears them?

"We're just following up on a lead –" Jake tries to explain.

"It's for a case," Amy amends, noticing that the Sarge is looking at her doubtfully. "Honestly, it is!"

Terry nods, holding his hands up.

"I trust you Amy."

Amy lets out a frustrated groan.

"Has everyone here gone insane?" she mutters in anger, pushing past Jake and stomping out of the building.

Jake runs after her, nudging her gently to try and cheer her up. Amy doesn't say anything; clambering into the driver's side of the police car and slamming the door shut behind her. The second Jake is sitting down, Amy reverses out of the car lot and pulls out into the street, her fingers gripped tightly to the steering wheel.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jake asks tentatively, sounding genuinely concerned.

"I just don't get why it's such a big deal that we're hooking up," she huffs, pressing her foot down on the accelerator.

Amy knows her way to the victim's house easily enough; she doesn't live too far from Amy's own apartment.

"Is that all I am to you?" Jake asks, holding a hand to his heart and pretending to be offended. "Just some hook up?"

Amy rolls her eyes at him and supresses a smile.

"But they're making things so awkward," she continues in a whine.

The accelerator pedal inches closer to the ground. Amy can see Jake tensing up beside her.

"Hey, Ames, maybe you should slow down a little…" he suggests sounding anxious.

"I'm a cop," she replies. "I can drive as fast as I like."

Jake laughs under his breath.

"Actually, I don't think that's how the law works –"

"Stop arguing with me," Amy cautions. "I know what I'm doing."

Jake does as he's told, closing his mouth for a minute and sitting back in his chair. Amy glances out the window. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath when they stop at traffic lights.

"I don't know why you're letting them get to you," Jake finally says softly.

"Because!" Amy explodes. "They treat our relationship as a joke!"

"They mean well," Jake defends with a shrug. "Come on, Amy, they're your friends."

"I know they are," she mumbles.

"Then what's going on with you? I know it was kind of embarrassing last night but, come on, they'll have forgotten all about it by next week." Jake pushes her lightly, trying to get her attention. "What's wrong?"

Amy opens her mouth and then closes it again. Jake's right, of course. She knows that the squad aren't meaning to upset her (give or take Gina). But Amy can't help it. She's been on edge ever since they all found out about her and Jake.

Admittedly, it was not the way she pictured them discovering the truth. But, awkward reveal aside, she just feels… out of her depth.

Because, honestly? She's never liked a guy as much as she likes Jake. And she's so afraid she'll mess it up by scaring him off or doing the wrong thing.

"Nothing," Amy tells him eventually, her voice quiet. "I'm fine."

Victim's apartment, 10.45 a.m.

Jake still isn't one hundred percent sure why Amy brought him along with her on this case. He could easily have started working a new case of his own – and it's not like Amy needs his help. She's a perfectly efficient detective.

But, still, he is grateful to get out of the precinct for a little while. And he's never going to turn down spending time with Amy.

The brakes on the car screech as Amy pulls up outside a small house with an overgrown front garden. Jake still can't figure out why she's so tense. She's been acting so strangely today, especially around Holt. Jake knows that Amy doesn't want Holt to find out about them but she's taking it to new levels. It's almost like she's… embarrassed to be dating him.

Whatever. Jake doesn't care. He just wishes Amy didn't look so miserable.

"This the place?" Jake asks, squinting up at the house.

"Mrs Williams," Amy confirms. "Claims that she's being stalked."

"Right," he nods. "Shall we?"

Amy grabs her file from the backseat, pushes the car door open and gets to her feet. Jake tags along behind, running up to the front door and knocking. There's a series of clicks and the jingle of locks being undone.

The door opens a moment later, a middle aged women with a mess of red hair standing with a timid smile on her face.

"Mrs Williams?" Jake checks.

"That's me."

"We're from the NYPD. My partner here is investigating your stalker and we need to ask you a few more questions. Would it be alright if we came in?"

"Of course," Mrs Williams nods, holding the door wider.

Jake moves aside and holds a hand out, grinning at Amy.

"Ladies first."

Her frown softens slightly as she steps past him over the threshold

"I can't understand how scary it must be to have someone stalk you," Amy begins, trying to make the victim feel comfortable as she slowly walks through the house. She holds up her notes. "It says here that you can't think of anyone who it could be?"

Mrs Williams shakes her head.

"No. I can't."

"Are you sure?" Jake joins in. "No enemies? People who might want to make your life hell? Come on, there's got to be someone."

Mrs Williams looks mildly horrified and Amy's expression is similar as she hits Jake with her file.

"Jake!" she hisses. "I'll handle the questions."

"Jeez, I was just asking," Jake says exasperatedly.

"I was wondering," Amy continues, pulling a small photograph out of her folder and paying Jake no attention. "Do you recognise this man at all?"

Mrs Williams inspects the photo and practically flinches.

"Yes. Yes, that's him."

Amy nods grimly, slipping the photo away.

"Thank you," she mumbles. Then, turning to Jake, she starts to speak but never quite gets the words out.

There's a sudden clatter from the back garden, followed by a smash. It sounds like a plant pot fell over. Jake edges towards the door.

"Is there anyone else in the house with you?" he questions the woman standing a few feet away from him.

Mrs Williams shakes her head.

"Do you have any pets?"


Jake glances at Amy and takes a few steps closer to the door. There's a flurry of movement and a shadow.

"I think someone's out there," he breathes.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Williams gasps, gripping onto the wall beside her to steady herself. "Do you think it could be…?"

"Possibly," Amy nods, carefully making her way through the back door. "I'll check it out."

As much as Jake hates to see Amy head into a potentially dangerous situation alone, he's well aware that she is capable of looking after herself. She's the best cop he knows. (Not including himself, obviously).

"Anything?" Jake whispers, peeking his head out of the door.

"NYPD, get on the ground!" Amy is suddenly yelling and Jake doesn't hesitate; sprinting outside to join her, yanking his gun from his holster and holding it out in front of him.

The figure of a man clad in dark clothing disappears around the corner.

"Is it him?"

"Yeah," Amy cries, pushing Jake back inside, "he's running! Go around!"

Jake does as she says, running through the house and re-emerging through Mrs Williams' front door. He jogs down the steps leading up to her house. Once he's back in the street, Jake tears down the sidewalk, pulling his walkie-talkie out from his belt and bringing it to his mouth.

"Anything?" he pants.

"He's turned around – heading your way," Amy barks, nowhere near as out of breath as he is.

"Crap," Jake mutters, stuffing the walkie-talkie away.

He turns a corner into the next street and there he is – the alleged stalker that he and Amy have been looking for. The perp hurries forward, heading straight towards Jake. He's looking over his shoulder every few steps; clearly trying to get away from Amy.

Jake continues to run towards him, grinning when the stalker sees his police badge and groans.

"Where did you come from?" the perp wails, turning back around and advancing in the direction he was just coming from.

"I came from your worst nightmare!" Jake shouts after him breathlessly.

Amy rounds the corner then – her face red from running and her chest heaving. The perp seems so intent on getting away from Jake that he barely registers Amy pull out her baton and strike his knee with it. Jake hears a yelp of pain and can't help grinning.

Jake jogs over to them feeling relieved that they actually caught the guy. Amy's expression is fierce as she yanks the perp to his feet and throws him against the nearest wall, seizing a pair of cuffs from her holster and slapping them shut against his wrists.

"NYPD, you're under arrest," Amy practically snarls. "You have the right to remain silent, when questioned anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to consult an attorney before speaking to the police and to have an attorney present during questioning now or in the future."

Jake shakes his head as Amy reads the perp his rights, noticing the way her breaths are irregular and heavy. Partly recovering from the chase, partly unsteady with elation. Jake knows the feeling. And although her face is severe looking, Jake can see the sparkle of happiness in her eyes that she managed to close yet another case.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Amy asks, noticing Jake's gawking.

"You look ridiculously hot right now."

Amy reaches over to kick him in the leg.

"Not in front of the perp," she complains but Jake can tell she's trying not to smile and she's blushing faintly.

Jake just laughs, ignoring the pain in his shin. (Damn her leather work shoes – they're rock hard).

"I can't help it."

Amy smiles and looks away for a moment.

"Sorry I've been acting kind of crazy today," she says.

Jake takes a step closer. Her hands are busy holding the perp in place so he takes her face in his careful grip instead.

"You're always crazy," Jake tells her. "Don't worry about it."

Amy sticks her tongue out at him and Jake chuckles.

"But seriously, are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

Jake arches his eyebrows, not believing her at all.


"I am," Amy insists. "I guess it just freaked me out a bit. Everyone knowing about, you know, us." She sighs. "I suppose I'll just have to get used to it."

Jake grins and leans in to kiss her. Amy seems to forget all the perp who is standing uncomfortably close to them as she smiles against his mouth and presses her lips against his forcefully. It's a short kiss, nothing too inappropriate. Jake touches his lips to hers once last time before pulling away.

"Good," he nods. "Because angry Amy was kind of a bummer. I mean, she was hot. But still not so much fun to be around."

Amy purses her lips with a smile. Jake laughs at her insulted expression.

"Okay, for that, you can do all the paperwork for this case –"

"What?" Jake's jaw drops. "What?! No! Come on! I'm sorry! Detective Santiago, you are the best police officer I know."

Amy chortles and rolls her eyes.

"Fine. I won't make you do the paperwork."

"Thank you, darling," Jake smiles sweetly.

"Enough with the pet names," Amy orders, smirking.

"You love it."

She ignores him.

"Now, go and get Mrs Williams and tell her we need her at the station to give a statement. And then bring the car around so we can take this one –" she gestures to the dejected perp standing behind her "– to the holding cell to be processed."

"Yes, ma'am," Jake nods, saluting her and hurrying down the street in the direction of Mrs Williams' house.

Jake thinks about Amy as he heads back. Her determined expression whenever she's on a case and the unwavering need to catch the perp. She never seems to give up. It's one of the many things he loves about her.

Jake can't help smiling. Not only is Amy the most amazing girlfriend – she's also the best partner he's ever had.

Captain Holt's Office, 12.05 p.m.

It's hard to tell for sure, but Amy thinks she can see the shadow of a smile on Holt's face. One corner of his mouth is tugging ever so slightly upwards.

Jake stands beside her in Holt's office with his arms folded across his chest looking smug. They just got back from returning with the perp not too long ago and, Amy has to admit, it feels pretty good. She'll never get tired of the light-headed feeling of exhilarated every time she arrests a bad guy.

It was pretty nice to do it with Jake by her side, too. Not that she's going to admit that to him any time soon.

And ever since they've been back at the precinct, not a single person has made a comment about her and Jake's romantic involvement. Well, Gina said something about sexual tension, but Amy wasn't really listening. The Sarge and Boyle just congratulated them on their find – even Rosa had refrained from saying something mean. It felt kind of awesome.

Amy doesn't know why she had been freaking out so much before.

"Congratulations on the bust today," Holt nods.

"Thank you, sir," Amy beams, unable to suppress her happiness.

Holt's recognition means the world to her and Jake knows it. She sees him smiling.

There's a brief moment of silence while Holt assesses the two of them.

"So," the Captain begins. "I gather the two of you are… together now?"

Amy's mouth drops open and her eyes bug. Jake just laughs.

"Who told you?" she exclaims. Jake only seems to laugh harder when he sees Amy's horror-stricken expression. She shoves him as hard as possible. "Can it, Peralta."

"Hey, no need to get violent," Jake protests.

"Was it Gina? I bet it was. God, I'm going to kill her –"

"No one told me," Holt interrupts. "You seem to have forgotten that I am a detective. I figured it out for myself."

Amy shuts her mouth and gulps. This meeting really isn't going to plan.

"Sir, I am so sorry for not telling you –"

"I wanted to tell you but Amy forced me to keep quiet," Jake cuts her off.

"No he didn't," Amy cries in outrage, hitting Jake again.

Holt almost smiles again. It's eerie to seem him looking so amused. But, then again, Amy is better at reading him that anyone else.

"Whatever your reasons, you know this kind of thing has to be authorized."

Amy nods, lowering her head in shame.

"Yes, sir."

"I'll go and get the forms of fraternization," he tells them.

"You mean… you'll allow it?" Amy lets out a small, hopeful gasp.

"Of course he's gonna allow it," Jake dismisses, adding in a whisper, "I'm his favourite."

"No you're not," Amy retorts, screwing her face up into a frown.

"I will allow it," Holt nods, seeming pleased. "You two make a good team."

"At work and in the bedroom!" Jake cries with a grin, throwing his hand up for Holt to high five. "Up top!"

Holt remains still until Jake's hand drops. Amy growls at Jake under her breath and feels her face heating up in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry about him," she mutters through gritted teeth.

"You're both dismissed," Holt says simply, returning his attention to the paperwork on his desk.

"Thank you, sir," Amy utters as she leaves his office, dragging Jake along with her.

Her cheeks are still pink from Jake's stupid bedroom comment but she tries to ignore it.

"You're an idiot," she tells Jake the second Holt is out of earshot.

"I know," Jake answers, smiling. He walks behind Amy and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek.

She pauses and watches him as he strolls back to his desk, trying to hide the tiny, secretly pleased smile that has appeared on her face.

Maybe dating Jake Peralta isn't going to be so bad after all.

A/N: And that's it for this fic! I really hope you enjoyed this I am so grateful of all the feedback and messages I have had in response to this! It's been so much fun to write! I will definitely be writing some more Jake/Amy fics soon.

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