#ftr I love scully too

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In today's episode of "Catey Parodies Herself," I'm at my dad's for the weekend, we're watching the X-Files pilot together, both for the first time, and I'm immediately and absurdly in love with Fox Mulder and his (I know. I know!) earnestness

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The 9-8 ~ S3 Ep15

Just pretend that the entire thing with Stevie didn't happen.

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y/n - your name

y/s/n - your surname

y/f/n - your full name

y/e/c - your eye colour

y/n/n - your nickname

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*Jakes pov*

"Are you serious? We have to share the already cramped bullpen with another precinct?" I ask, not believing what I'm hearing.

"Yes. And you will all behave," Holt says, as monotonously as ever. This is gonna suck. And I'm gonna have to have a desk buddy. Ugh.

"As long as they don't touch our microwave, we're good," Hitchcock (unhelpfully) inputs. I can practically hear Rosa's eyes rolling.

*when the 98 arrive*

"Here they are. The 9-8. Anyone got any info?" I ask, the rest of the 99 behind me.

"I do." I don't think I need to mention who even answers my question.

"Why am I not surprised, Ames? What ya got?"

"Pretty much that they're all lazy and unorganised. I went through some of their reports and most are worse than yours."

"Ouch."

"Except for one detective, Detective y/f/n. They singlehandedly took down a major drug case. But that's not all, I'm not sure which is better, but they also helped take down Colin the Cereal Killer AND have a binder filled with every case they've ever solved!"

"Did you say Colin the Cereal Killer?! The guy who left no fingerprints or weapons at his crime scenes, only empty cereal boxes?! That Colin the Cereal Killer?! I call dibs on having them as my desk buddy!"

"Too late, I already called dibs. Besides, you didn't talk about the binder!"

"Amy, you're the only one who cares about it," Rosa inputs.

"She's not wrong," is one of the many responses Rosa gets, all agreeing with her.

"You guys don't know real fun then," Amy 'sasses'.

"Why is there a party in the break room? Get back to work. Now," Holt says, interrupting our conversation/argument about y/n. "Except for you, Diaz. Come with me."

*Rosa's pov*

I follow Holt, not saying anything. We arrive in his office in which stands a man who I assume is the 98's captain and a detective.

"Detective Diaz, this is Detective y/s/n. You will be partners while the 98 is working here," Holt explains.

"Hi, I'm Rosa," is all I say.

"y/n, glad to be working with you, Detective Diaz," they politely respond.

"I've chosen you to work with Detective y/s/n as Amy would freak out about the binder, Jake would drive them away, and so would Charles."

"Understandable. What's our case?" I ask.

"You don't have one yet. You both have the rest of the day off to try and get to know each other."

"Ok. What do you wanna do?" I ask y/n.

"Go to Shaw's Bar?" they reply, asking if I'm alright with it.

"Sure. We taking your car?"

"I've only got a motorbike."

"Cool, so've I. What type?" I ask.

"An Indian FTR 1200."

"Holy crap."

"You wanna drive it?"

"Yes! I mean sure," I say, a smile falling onto my face for a millisecond.

"Get going then?"

"Sure."

My desk partner and I are gonna get on well, I can already tell.

*Jake's pov*

"What are they saying?" I ask Amy, hoping her lip reading skill will come in handy.

"Holt's assigned y/n to Rosa! Why wouldn't he assign me, I'm the best detective in the precinct!" Amy exclaims, shocked.

"Are you though?" Charles asks, wheeling his office chair over, giving Amy a look and putting his hand out for me to fistbump (which I obviously accept).

"His words, not mine."

"Hey, Santiago, Peralta, Boyle, this is Detective y/f/n. They're my partner while the 98 are here," Rosa introduces.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you all. You must be Amy, Jake and Charles. Captain Holt's told me all about you guys."

"What did he say?" Amy asks, an expression of fear arriving at her face.

"Well, he said that you, Amy, are a neat freak and will freak out about my binder, he said that Jake is a childish, big headed yet big hearted idiot and that Charles has a... way with words, and a peculiar diet. However, he did also say that you were amazing detectives and it'd be awful without any of you."

"Yeah, what was it like when I went undercover in the mafia for 63 days? Was it boring?" I indiscreetly brag.

"It was awful, JP, terrible," Charles announces.

"63 days in the mafia, you say? Impressive, but not quite a year with basically the equivalent of Hydra. I've seen some things."

"That's so cool," I gasp in awe, not even caring that I just got one upped.

"I'm just gonna ask what you guys are all thinking. How did you catch Colin the Cereal Killer?" Rosa bluntly asks.

"I got all of the cereal boxes he left at the crime scenes and noticed either a dot or a dash at the bottom of them, so I put all of the same cereal boxes together and it was, clearly, morse code. It took a while as there was no way to figure out the order of the Cereal boxes or exactly what letter it was, but I managed to decode it to an address, which happened to be his favourite bar. So, I went undercover to try and find out some information about him from locals and the owners. I eventually found him and went on a 'date' with him to make sure it really was him. Then I arrested him."

"And how old were you when you did that?" I ask.

"When I first became a detective so... when I was 21."

"21?!" we all scream at once, causing the other detectives to stare at us. One of them even stopped talking and getting china models out to glare at us.

"Yeah," they mumble, looking at their watch. "Hey, we should get going, Rosa. You ready?"

"Sure. We'll see you losers later," Rosa states, walking away with y/n.

"They're amazing."

*y/n's pov*

*at Shaw's bar*

"Hey, Rosa?" I ask to grab her attention.

"Mhm?" she says, acknowledging what I said.

"Do you think I'd be a good fit at the precinct?"

"Definitely. Everyone likes you. Why?"

"Because I want to transfer precincts. The 98 Captain's already given me permission, I just need to find a precinct and we all got on so well back at the precinct. I've never had a conversation like that at the 98, they're all jerks and it's nice to be with people who'll listen and give some useful input."

"Debatable, but then again, you haven't met Hitchcock and Scully yet, so. And I'm sure we'd all love to have you join."

"Thanks Rosa. I'll get some transfer papers and ask the rest of the 99."

"You don't need to."

"Why not?"

"Because we all like you. And you have both mine and Holt's seal of approval, you're definitely good. Just apply. In fact, don't tell the others and surprise them. They'll love it."

"Ok. I trust you. I'll get the papers ASAP. I can't wait.

"Just a heads up, you'd probably have to work in a desk opposite Boyle."

"Does he just talk about Jake loads?"

"Yeah. But if you start talking about him to Boyle, Boyle won't stop bugging you for a while."

"Tell me about the rest of the squad."

"Amy, as you know, neat freak and is obsessed with binders. She's also Jake's ex. They broke up mutually, agreeing that it was effecting the work environment for everyone, but they're friends and it's not awkward. Jake is a very childish detective. He's quite sarcastic too. And smart but dumb at the same time. He's very messy and gets a lot of ants in his desk since there's so much food that he never threw away. Speaking of food, let's move on to Boyle. He eats a lot of weird food and is a food fanatic. He even has a weekly email newsletter rating pizza places. And he has a category for mouth feel."

"Mouth feel?"

"Yup. He also says a lot of stuff that unintentionally makes people uncomfortable and will mention his 'buttholes'. Long story short, he saved my life by getting shot in the butt. Hitchcock and Scully. You've not met them yet and you'll soon wish you never did. Sergeant Terry Jeffords, he was out of field for a while but is back now. All you really need to know is that he loves yoghurt. A lot. He won't let you even touch it. Then we have Gina. Holt's assistant and a phone fanatic. She originally got a job here because her and Jake grew up together. She insults Amy a lot but she's cool. And finally, Captain Raymond Holt. We get on well, never discussing feelings. He just got back after being promoted to head of PR. But then he just came back one day and no one knows why."

"This is all a lot to process at once. I'm gonna guess that people don't know lots about you then?"

"Nope."

"Ok."

"Wait, you're not gonna try and pry information out of me?"

"No, why would I?"

"Everyone else normally tries to. I appreciate that you respect my life choices."

"No problem. Want another beer?"

"No thanks. We should get going, it's getting late. Wanna crash at mine? It's close."

"Sure."

*The next day*

Rosa and I walk into the bullpen together, me laughing at something she said. Everyone turns to me, wondering why I'm laughing.

"What?" I ask. "It was a funny joke."

"Rosa told a joke?" Amy asks, seeming surprised.

"Is that not normal?"

"No!" gets yelled simultaneously by the 99 workers.

"You want to see them get freaked out?" Rosa asks me, smirking. Oh no.

"Ok," my mouth disobeys.

"They crashed at my place last night." After Rosa says this, everyone stares at me with their jaws literally dropped.

"You guys should close your mouths. After all, we wouldn't want you to swallow flies, would we?" I sass, taking the opportunity that was handed to me on a silver platter.

"I know three things about Rosa, and one of those things is that she does NOT let people crash at he place. Are you a hypnotist?!" Jake gawps.

"I must be, because y'all seem to be in a trance right now," I playfully respond, sending a playful wink Jake's way.

"Make way for their highness, Detective y/f/n," Gina announces, bowing down to me. I let out a small laugh at the interaction we all just had and Rosa and I make our way to Captain Holt's office and try to open the door, only to find that it's locked.

"Diaz, y/s/n," Holt's voice announces his presence behind us. "I apologise that we're not in my office but I've been locked out."

"Sorry, Captain. The Deputy Inspector does that a lot. Could we maybe go somewhere more private to speak though?"

"Somewhere where Amy can't read everyone's lips preferably."

"Of course. We can go to the roof. I'll lead the way."

*After a brisk walk to the roof*

"What did you want to talk about?"

"Sir, I was wondering if it was possible for me to transfer to this precinct. Permanently."

"Of course. We'd be delighted to have you join the team," Holt accepts.

"Thank you. But may I ask you a favour, please?"

"Of course. However I can't promise that I'll be able to fulfill it."

"All I ask is that you keep my transfer a secret. I'd love to see everyone's faces when they find out."

"If you wish."

"Also, could we maybe get a case to do?"

"Oh, of course. The case that I prepared for you two is a murder. I can't remember the address unfortunately. I think Gina has it though. I'll let you two get it." And with that we all walk back inside. What I see shocks me slightly.

"Detectives, Gina, what are you doing?" Holt asks.

"Huddling," Jake responds, his answer, however, sounding more like a question.

"Why?"

"We wanted to have one of those team talks like they have in the movies," Terry answers.

"Ok. But I suppose we should join then." Holt, Rosa and I join the huddle, however everyone seems hesitant.

"Do you want me to leave?" I ask, worried that something happened.

"No, you don't have to. Now continue your team talk Terry," Jake answers. Terry glares at Jake discreetly, but not discreet enough that it misses my detective eyes.

"Well, get out there today, and do the best you can. If you don't bring anyone in, don't worry! You tried your best, and that's all that matters. 99!" Terry says, yelling the last part, making me flinch slightly, alerting Jake next to me.

"99!" everyone yelled in reply and unhuddled.

"Hey, y/n, could I quickly talk to you?" Jake asks.

"Yeah, sure."

"Are you alright? What happened there? Why did you flinch?"

"It just surprised me, that's all," I lie.

"y/n, I'm a detective. I know your lying. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I completely get it."

"Fine. But it's stupid. It's just that I've never really been a fan of shouting, and it was really sudden and sometimes my teacher in school would randomly go from a normal voice to yelling loads." Jake doesn't respond, he only pulls me into a hug.

"Oh y/n, it's not stupid. Of course it's not. I completely understand. Everyone here would."

"Thank you, JP. You don't mind me calling you that, right?"

"Go ahead."

"Thanks. Y'know, you're a really sweet guy."

"Hey, y/n. We should go. I got the address from Gina," Rosa informs me.

"Right. I'll see you later, JP," I say softly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and then walking away. Did we have a moment? I walk up to Rosa, ready to get going and I see a smirk on her face.

"So, you and Jake, huh?" she asks, bringing butterflies to my stomach. I roll my eyes, before a smile makes its way onto my face.

"Let's go, Rosa."

*At the crime scene*

"It looks like she was strangled. Look at the marks on her neck. And it looks like it was a piece of rope, if we're going based off of the marks. We need to try and find it. I'll check the bedroom and bathroom, you keep looking," I say to Rosa. She nods in reply.

I walk into the bedroom and start looking around. Rope, rope, rope. Aha! Under the bed. I start to inspect it, to make sure it was the right size when someone puts a bandanna in front of my neck and starts strangling me. Crap, this is terrifying. Wait, y/n, remember your training. I muster up all of my strength and push my foot back to kick them where the sun doesn't shine. My plan works and they let go, falling to the ground. I read them the Miranda Rights with a raspy voice, still short of breath and put them in handcuffs. I guide them back into the main room. Rosa hears the door opening and looks my way, immediately making her way over to me.

"Oh my god, are you ok? What happened?"

"Tried to strangle me... kicked her... arrested her."

"She tried to strangle you? I'm gonna kill you."

"We need to... interrogate... her first..."

"Go home, y/n. You need to rest. You're in shock and short of breath. I'll call the precinct."

"No, I'm fine... I'll... survive..."

"Fine. But only because I know that I won't be able to convince you otherwise. You're too stubborn for your own good, like me."

"Thanks. I... appreciate it... Let's go?"

"We're going to the station and I'm gonna make sure you get life in the most high security prison for life. You hear that, bitch?" she spits at the perp.

"Calm down, Rosa."

*At the precinct*

We arrive, ready to put the perp in the holding cell, only to find that everything's fallen to chaos.

"Oh for crying out loud. HEY! ALL OF YOU!" I yell, making everyone stop what they were doing. I get up on a desk so people an see and hear me better. "WHAT IS THIS ABOUT?! WE'RE MEANT TO BE CIVIL COPS, AND I RETURN FROM A MURDER SCENE, AT WHICH I WAS STRANGLED, TO SEE THIS! I'M DISAPPOINTED IN ALL OF YOU! APOLOGISE TO EACH OTHER! NOW!" I hear a murmur of apologies in reply, some people still wide-eyed at the concept that someone tried to strangle me. "Good. Now back to work, all of you," no one moves. "NOW!" Everyone sits back at their desks. "Sorry for standing on your desk, JP," I apologise, getting off.

"Someone tried to strangle you? Who? I'll rip their face off?!"

"Don't worry, Rosa's got it sorted and I got her before I got any major injuries. I was just short of breath for a bit.

"Oh, thank goodness. I am not strong enough to rip someone's face off," he jokes. I smile in return.

"Why did that fight start though?"

"Oh, someone that works for the 98 tried to take Gina's phone off her and it all escalated from there."

"Oh, that makes sense. But to be honest, just between you and me," I start, before motioning him closer and whispering in his ear, "everyone at the 98 is a bit of a dick." He laughs in response.

"y/s/n, may I talk to you for a minute? In private, I mean," Holt asks, taking me outside. "I have the papers you wanted and have signed all I need to, and got the 98 Captain to sign the parts he needed to. Now all we need is your signature," he informs me, after taking me back to the roof. I eagerly sign the papers and hand them to him. "Welcome to the 99." Call me Pinocchio, but I swear I saw a flicker of a smile on his face.

"It's an honour to join."

"By the way, after the incident today, the radiator broke, so the 98 is moving again. Today is supposed to be the last day that the 98 is here. You can figure out how you wish to play out the surprise, but Rosa and I will say nothing unless you ask us to."

"I only had a simple plan. I was only going to suggest that you introduce me as you would with any other detective. In briefing, announce that there will be a new detective and then I'll walk in."

"Brilliant idea, Detective. I'll see you in the morning. As your new captain, I order you to take the rest of the day off and rest. I imagine that it was quite traumatic, getting strangled by the victim's sister."

"She was her sister? That bitch! Did she murder her own sister?" I ask, my eyes wider than an oreo.

"Yes, she did. Rosa says that she confessed almost immediately. Rosa intimidated her that much."

"I'm not shocked."

"Oh, and take another detective with you. After all, you should get to know your new co-workers better."

"Thank you, sir." We both walk back inside and I go to say 'goodbye' to the detectives that work in the 99. "Bye, Sergeant. I hope we meet again one day."

"We'll miss you, y/n."

"Goodbye, Boyle. It's a shame I didn't get to know you more."

"It's been nice to meet you, y/n."

"Amy. Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." She seems quite shocked that I'm asking to talk to her.

"Your Captain has given me permission to spend the rest of the day with a detective. Would you want the rest of the day off work and hang out at my place? I'll show you my binder."

"I'd love to!"

"Great! Let's get back to the others now, I have a few more people to say bye to." We walk back, Amy with a smile plastered on her face.

"Why're you so happy? Did a guy finally sleep with you?" Jake jokes.

"Bye, Jake. I'll hopefully stay in contact with you in some way."

"Where're you going?" he asks, confused.

"I've been ordered to go home and rest for the rest of the day and today's my last day at the precinct."

"Oh. Well, I wish the best for you. And, before you go, I was wondering..."

"What?"

"Never mind. It's nothing."

"Ok? I'll miss you JP." I once again kiss him on the cheek. "Bye Gina. We're still going to a Beyonce concert together one day, right?"

"You know it."

"y/n! y/n, I've just been told that I have to arrest this guy with Jake. Can I meet you at your place?"

"Sure! What's your number? I'll text you my address." She tells me her number. "Oh, I forgot to say bye to Rosa! I'll just say bye quickly. See you later, Ames."

"Bye, Rosa. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya, y/n."

"What do you mean 'see you tomorrow'?" Charles asks, obviously eavesdropping on the conversation.

"We're meeting up tomorrow, that's all," Rosa says in her normal voice. He looks at me for confirmation and I just nod.

"Alright, I'm actually going now. Bye everyone!"

"Bye!" everyone says in response. I step into the elevator. They have no idea, do they.

*Time skip*

I hear a buzz, indicating that someone wants to come in.

"Hello?" I ask.

"y/n? It's Amy."

"Hey Amy, come on up," I say, buzzing her in. I then hear a knock on the door. "Come in, Amy."

"Hey! Thanks for inviting me around."

"It's no problem! How was the arrest? Did you get them?"

"Yeah, but Jake seemed really bummed the entire time and whenever I asked why, he brushed it off."

"Oh. That's weird. He was going to say something to me when I was saying goodbye but then dismissed it. That must have been what was bugging him. Unless something's happened in an hour and a bit."

"That must've been it because I was with him straight after he talked to you and he looked like he was gonna cry and/or punch himself in the face. Do you have any idea what he was gonna say?"

"No. He just said 'I was wondering' and then 'never mind'. It could've been anything really." I say this, however I hope that he was gonna ask me out.

"You like Jake?!"

"No! Where did you get that idea from?!"

"You just said it."

"Did I?"

"Yes. You said 'I hope that he was gonna ask me out'."

"Crap. Fine, I like him, but I'm not expecting anything to happen, don't worry."

"Why would I worry?"

"Because Rosa said you two went out and it's weird to go out with your friend's ex."

"y/n, it's fine. If anything ever happens with you two, I won't mind. We've both moved on and it was mutual."

"Thanks Ames, but I still doubt anything would ever happen. That's just my luck with love: I'm about as lucky as someone who walked underneath a ladder on Friday the 13th who opened their umbrella inside and put new shoes on a table. Anyway, wanna see my binder?"

"I'd be honoured."

"Also, no one's ever seen inside it other than me so don't tell anyone what you see in here. Some of the cases in here and beyond imagination. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Ok then. Here we go..." but just as I'm about to open the binder, Amy's phone goes off. She looks at her phone and then me.

"It's Charles."

"Answer it." She sighs and accepts the FaceTime.

"What do you want, Boyle? I'm a bit busy so this better be important." While she says this, I mouth 'don't tell him I'm here' and I know she'll understand because of her lip-reading skill.

"Yes, it's very important, Amy. Jake's having a crisis!"

"About what?"

"y/n." My eyes widen at the mention of my name.

"What about y/n?"

"He was gonna ask them out when they said goodbye but backed out last minute. He's so mad at himself and scared and upset that he'll never see them again to tell them how he feels. It's awful! We have to find them!"

"I've found them," I say, alerting Charles of my presence.

"Oh... hi y/n. How much of that did you hear?"

"All of it. Is that why he was so bummed when he was with Amy?"

"Yes."

"Charles, get Jake on the call but whatever you do, you can't let him know that I'm with Amy. I need to hear this from Jake himself."

"Fine. But you owe me; I hate lying to Jake."

"I'll get you a free meal at a Gordon Ramsay restaurant."

"Deal. I'll call you back in a few minutes, and I'll have Jake." And with that, he hangs up. Amy stares at me and gives me a look.

"What?"

"It looks like your luck with love has turned upside down." And cue blush.

"Amy, I need a favour. Do not get me in frame at all in this call. I'm going to listen and that's all. Jake cannot know that I've heard his confession.

"Ok? I won't question it. I trust you." Amy's phone starts ringing again. "It's Charles."

"Damn, I'm terrified, Ames." Amy answers the call, making sure that only she is in view of the camera.

"Hey, Jake. So Charles tells me you have y/n related problems," Amy says casually.

"Yup. I hate myself for not asking them out when I had the opportunity. Especially since I'm never going to see them again."

"Have you tried watching Die Hard while eating take out?"

"Yup. It's not helped. I just keep thinking that I'm an idiot and can't focus. They'd never like me anyway. I mean, I'm a messy mess. Literally and figuratively." I so badly want to scream 'I like you, you dork,' but I manage to control myself.

"Dang, what's happened to you, Peralta? You never get this hung up over someone. You must really like them, despite only knowing them for 2 days."

"Yup. There's something about them that draws me to them. Maybe it's their amazing y/e/c eyes, and the way they glimmer in the light. Or the fact that they can gather everyone's attention by using their charm, immediately making others fascinated and draw them in. Everything about them is perfect. And the two times when they kissed my cheek, I went insane inside, but I now that it was a friendly gesture."

"Jake, listen. I don't want to make you more upset, but you never know unless you try. I mean, think about it: every relationship started by one person asking out another. And it's not like it would be awkward if they said no: they're not our co-worker, you probably won't see them again."

I quickly send a text to Amy because I can tell what she's about to do. The text reads 'You can't tell him that you have my number. I'll tell you why soon.' Amy quickly reads the text and sighs.

"So, at least, now you know for next time. Now, try going to sleep. That might help."

"Fine. I'll see you tomorrow, Ames. I guess this kinda helped."

"Bye."

"Bye." Amy hangs up.

"y/n, I need an explanation. Now."

"Fine. The truth is, I'm transferring to the 99. I'm gonna talk to him tomorrow. This was all supposed to be a surprise but now there's tea."

"That makes more sense. But anyway, let's look in that binder."

"Let's do it."

And we don't talk about the precinct for the rest of the night and Amy crashes in my spare room.

*The next morning*

Amy's already at the precinct and I'm about to leave. I'm terrified. How's everyone gonna react? How's Jake gonna react? Ugh. The relationship drama has really given this a new, bad twist. It's time to leave now. I'm not ready. Then again, when will I ever be ready for something like this?

*At the precinct*

I'm outside the briefing room, out of everyone's eyesight, waiting for my cue.

"And to conclude our briefing, we have a new detective. Please, come on in. Everyone, be nice to them and make them feel welcome," Holt introduces.

I step into the briefing room, all eyes on me and am presented by everyone wearing a shocked face (except for Rosa, Holt and Amy).

"Hi," I say to break the silence. Suddenly there's an eruption of cheers, making me flinch again. Then a crowd of people sprint at me and pull me into a group hug.

"Hey guys, yeah, I work here now. And, uh, could you maybe not scream like that, please. It just reminds me of something from when I was younger. And Charles, you're hugging too tight." Everyone backs away and apologises profusely. "Don't worry, guys. You didn't know. Don't feel bad."

"Detective y/s/n talked to Detective Diaz on the first day the 98 were here about transferring and we did the papers yesterday. Detective y/s/n is now a detective for the 99," Holt explains. "They wanted it to be a surprise. However, I see that Detective Santiago knew as well. Did you tell her, y/n?"

"Yes, sir. There were unforeseen occurrences last night that lead up to me telling her."

"Ah, I see. Now, briefing over. You are all dismissed." Everyone gets up and to their desks while I walk over to the captain.

"Sir, which desk is mine?" I ask.

"The desk opposite Detective Boyle."

"Thank you."

As I walk over to my desk, I see Jake pull Amy aside and make a mental note to ask Amy about it later. I take a look at Jake. He doesn't look alright.

"Hey, Charles, is JP alright?" I ask, concerned.

"Honestly, I don't think so. He got no sleep last night, and he got here early. Early. That never happens. He's always fashionably late."

"Interesting."

"Detective y/s/n, I need you and Detective Santiago to go on a stake out. It won't be very long, don't worry. We've had a tip off that a huge drug deal is going on this morning. Not sure why they're doing it in the day, must be imbeciles."

"Of course, sir. We'll get going ASAP." I start heading over to Amy and Jake so we can get going for the stake out.

"Hey, Ames. Holt needs us to go on a stake out this morning, a huge drug deal's going down. We need to get going. Hey, JP. How are ya? Did you get any sleep last night? You look like you could fall asleep at any moment." I ask, pretending that I have no idea what they were talking about.

"I'm good thanks. I just stayed up all night trying to figure out a case."

"Cool! Did you solve it?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, you better get some sleep in. You may be able to sneak a few naps in here and there today," I say, only half joking, putting a wink in at the end.

"I'm glad you're working here, y/n. You're really gonna add something to the team," he says, not so subtly adding the second part in in a panic.

"It's gonna be so fun, I already know. I'd love to stay and chat, but I gotta go. See ya later, JP."

"Bye y/n/n." y/n/n. I like that.

*On the stake out*

"I've not done a stake out in so long, I'm quite happy to be doing one again. Especially since you're not a dick like the detectives in the 98," I say. Amy laughs in response.  "Hey, Ames. What specifically were you and JP talking about before I came over?"

"He wants to ask you out but is afraid that the relationship will end like mine and his did."

"Oh, ok. Understandable. If he asks again, tell him to just go for it. If he doesn't ask me, I'll ask him. At the end of the day, we won't know unless we try."

"That's good advice to live by."

"It's also risky. I'm honestly surprised I'm still alive." Amy laughs again in response. "There's movement. Eyes on the drugs, let's go, Ames." Amy and I get in and arrest the parties involved. No one really puts up a fight, surprisingly. We take them to the station, along with the drugs.

"Can I write the report? I love writing reports," Amy asks.

"Sure. Go crazy. I'm gonna talk to Jake."

"Good luck. If he blushes, take a picture for me for blackmail."

"Will do." I walk over to Jake, who's playing snake (really badly) on his computer. "That's a very interesting report, JP." As soon as Jake hears my voice, he closes snake and turns his office chair to face me.

"Hey, y/n, what's up? Yeah, my reports are going amazing."

"Can I talk to you? In private? Please?"

"Sure." He takes me to the evidence room, so we can speak with no one hearing us. "What's up?"

"Is it true that you like me? As in, like-like?"

"Pfft, what gives you that idea?"

"Charles said it last night and you said it to Amy when I was right next to her last night."

"That was your apartment? Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool. Not a problem. Hey, was that Captain Holt? We should go."

"Jake. I'm serious."

"Ok, fine. I like you, but I get that you just want to be friends."

"And where did you hear that?"

"My brain."

"Well, my brain says that your brain is wrong and that I like-like you too."

"Oh. Listen, y/n, as much as I want this to happen, it didn't work out with me and Amy, so it probably won't work out with us."

"I'm not Amy though. And we won't know unless we try. It's a risk I'm willing to take." Instead of saying anything, Jake just kisses me in response.

"Let's take the risk then."

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