in which jake realises he loves amy. like, a lot.

Jake was standing in a busy New York coffee shop waiting for his order when he gets the call that Santiago'd been shot. He doesn't remember much of the few minutes after he hung up the phone, the whole thing a whirlwind. The coffee stains on his jeans implied he shoved into quite a few unsuspecting customers in his rush to get out of the cafe, but he doesn't actually remember. All he remembers is feeling scared, and panicking.

How he got to the hospital without crashing was nothing short of a miracle. He didn't exactly park his car outside the emergency department, more accurately, he abandoned it, and responded to the angry yell of a nurse with a simple, "NYPD, get out of my way."

He couldn't give a shit about his car. They could tow it, destroy it if they wanted. The only thing in the world that mattered to him as he ran into the busy hospital, was Santiago. His partner, his girlfriend had been shot and he didn't know how bad it was, how hurt she was - nothing. He was absolutely petrified, and thank god he was in a hospital because it was either a panic attack or a heart attack that was starting as he scanned the waiting room for Holt, and Boyle.

"Peralta." As per usual, Holt's expressionless, calm face gave nothing away.

"Where is she?" Jake demanded.

"She's in surgery."

"Surgery?" Jake was about ninety percent certain he was on the verge of a heart attack. "How bad is it?"

Holt paused, looking at Jake carefully. "We don't know."

"How do you not know? She was on duty, why wasn't there someone with her?" Jake yelled.

"She pursued a perp on foot." Boyle said quietly. "I couldn't catch up."

"Well that's just brilliant, isn't it Boyle?"

"Peralta, this is not Boyle's fault." Holt said sharply. "You need to breathe, and you need to sit down."

"No, I need to know how Amy is." Jake said, looking around. "Is there a doctor around here? Where the hell are all the doctors? This is a freaking hospital, why are there no doctors - I need to see a doctor." He finished desperately.

"Sit down Peralta." Holt repeated, guiding the young detective to one of the hard plastic chairs. "Take a deep breath."

"I need to know that she's okay." Jake said, his voice shaking. "Please, just - see if theres any news. I'll stay here if you just go and find out."

Holt nodded. "Keep an eye on him Boyle."

"Even now, he's not a bullshitter."

"Hm?"

"There was no 'she's going to be fine Peralta'. No reassurance." Jake said. "Its not like I wouldn't know it was bullshit, but its bullshit I think I need to hear right now."

"She is going to be fine." Boyle said. "Thats not bullshit by the way. Santiago is the most stubborn person I know, and she's not going to let a measly bullet get in the way of her becoming the best captain this city has seen - someday."

"She got shot Boyle. This isn't a broken hand, or a black eye."

"The power of positivity Jake." Boyle said, giving his shoulder a pat. "You'd be surprised what it can do buddy."

Jake wasn't entirely convinced, but he gave a slight nod. Boyle was trying, he guessed. Running a shaking hand through his hair, he looked down the hallway, desperate for a sign of Holt, or anyone coming back to him with news.

"She's got you too."

"What?"

"Amy. She's got you too. She's not going to give up on that." Boyle explained.

"We've been together for like three months Boyle, don't be crazy."

"You'd have to be crazy not to see what you two have is something special." Boyle said. "She's not going to give up on you, so don't give up on her."

"I wont, oh wise one." Jake attempted a joke.

"I'm going to go and get you a cup of coffee." Boyle said. "You gonna be okay here?"

Jake nodded. "Thanks Boyle."

He watched as Boyle left the waiting room, his hands knotted in the pockets of his hoodie.

Come on Amy.

Jake had nearly chewed through the string of his hoodie when a doctor finally arrived, file in hand. "Family of Amy Santiago?"

"Yeah?" He shot up out of his chair. "How is she? Is she out of surgery? Can I see her?"

"The bullet wound to her lower abdomen caused some internal bleeding that was repaired during surgery, but other than that, she's doing just fine." The doctor said. "She's been out of surgery for about two hours, and we've just moved her into a private room."

"Can I see her?" Jake repeated.

"Of course." The doctor nodded. "Come with me."

Jake eagerly followed the doctor down the busy hallways of the hospital, feeling somewhat relieved now he knew that she was out of surgery, and doing fine. For now, fine was good enough.

"The anaesthetic hasn't fully worn off yet, so she's not awake." The doctor said, nodding towards the door. "Go ahead."

Jake pushed the door open, stepping into the quiet hospital room, the only sounds the heart monitor in the corner, and Amy's gentle breathing.

Was it creepy that he could stand there and listen to her breathe for a while? Just, knowing she was fine had turned him a little crazy.

"Amy Santiago, don't you ever pull a stunt like that again." Jake sighed, dragging a chair over to her beside, sitting down and taking one of her hands in his. "You freak out at me for pulling stupid stunts, and you bet your gorgeous ass that I'm going to give you the same lecture. I'm pretty sure I scalded my crotch with someone else's coffee in my rush to get over here, so if I'm permanently deformed, its your fault."

He stroked a thumb across the back of her hand. "You're turning me into a big, soppy idiot Amy Santiago. Ya big weirdo."

"Jake… Jake…."

"Mm… Amy, 'm not working today. Leave me 'lone."

"Jake, wake up! I can't move my hand."

Jake's head snapped up as he felt someone tug on his hair. "Wha.. - Amy! Amy, oh my god you're awake, are you okay?"

"I have serious pins and needles in my hand." Amy winced. "You feel asleep on it."

"Really, you got shot, and you're focusing on the fact I fell asleep on your hand? You're actually lucky I didn't climb into this ridiculously small hospital bed and sleep on you. Or sit on the end of your bed, gun raised, all night."

"Jake, its no big deal -"

"You don't need to prove how tough you are all the time Amy." Jake said. "You got shot, you could have died. Do you know freaking crazy I've been since this happened?"

"I'm fine Jake, don't be such a drama queen-"

"I love you." Jake interrupted. "Amy, I love you. I love you so much its driving me crazy, and what happened yesterday just made me realise that I literally can't live without you."

"I-I love you too." Amy was shocked.

"Move in with me."

"What?"

"Move in with me." Jake said. "I'd say I'd move in with you, but your house looks like the house we're going to be living in when we're like eighty and yelling at all the neighbourhood children for being noisy."

"Is it the dollies?"

"They're so weird Amy. So weird." Jake said. "I'm serious. Move in with me. Or if you don't want to move into my place, we can find somewhere new. Find an apartment for us. I don't actually care where we live, I just want to live with you."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Amy said. "Can you stop freaking out now, you giant sap?"

"One, that hurts - and two, its your fault I'm like this Santiago. I nearly trampled some poor unsuspecting coffee shop customers because of you."

"Jake?"

"Shut up before I strangle you with my IV." Amy said, pulling back her covers slightly. "I'm cold." She said by way of explanation.

Jake kicked his sneakers off, easing himself into bed next to her.

"If we're moving in together Peralta, there's no way in hell you're keeping those ridiculous bedsheets."

"My bedsheets aren't ridiculous!"

"You bought them in the kids section of Target."

"…. If I can't have my bedsheets, you don't get to keep that stupid rug in your living room."

"Fine…." Amy yawned.

"Lets talk about this later." Jake said quietly. "You're tired."

Amy nodded. "'Love you."

Jake couldn't help but beam. "Love you too."

"Jake?"

"Mm?"

"Why is your hoodie covered in bite marks and slobber?"

"… I got nervous."

author's note; I'm a bit addicted to Brooklyn Nine Nine, and now Amy & Jake, so I couldn't help but write fic for these two - these are just going to be drabbles, not all of them related, but all of them probably fluffy and mainly silly because who doesn't love a bit of sappiness? Feedback is much appreciated!