Welcome to the Murder!

Amy was glad that they were able to joke, that they were able to be friendly, funny and professional all in one go. Exhaling a small breath, her lips pressed into a very thin and tight line when he spoke of it being a die hard thing. Of course it was. Never had she met someone so obsessed with a film series such as Jake. Although, she was just as obsessed with Harry Potter but that was a book series before it was a film series. “Uhhuh. Good luck with that. Come on, let’s go.” 

"Peralta, you're a genius." he said, in a deep voice, affecting his face too. "See? That was Holt." he said brightly, grinning, "My Holt is fantastic, you know it is." he was definitely keeping the tone light - something that he was good at, after all. Maybe the only thing he could do. He found it so difficult to actually be serious when it mattered.

Squeezing his hand a little harder at his small admission of fear, Amy shook her head and shifted a little closer. “We’ll be out of here before you know it, alright? You’ve got this. You’re an amazing detective and a brilliant son. You can do this, alright?” 

“You know…” Tone trailed off for a moment. “I can always help you. To make sure you take them at the right times.” It was something she thrived off of, being organised. Helping Jake with something like this was what made her sweat behind the knees.

God, he hated this. It had been okay before, in Atlantic City - he'd been with Charles and Terry and so out of it for awhile that he barely registered it. But this was too real for him. God, he hated hospitals. And he hated having to sit here, waiting to be seen. At least Amy was here, but she looked so worried about him.

“You have a fascination with abandoned warehouses. Why? Please don’t tell me it’s to do with your die hard obsession.” Amy rolled her eyes and almost considered facepalming at the idea of hanging around in an abandoned warehouse. Bad things usually happened in those and surprisingly enough, Amy actually valued her life enough to want to stay alive. Nonetheless, she nodded her head in agreement and gathered her things. “Fine, fine. We’ll go sit in the creepy but totally awesome-” cue her copying his voice, from content to tone, “warehouse.” 

Watching Jake closely, Amy noted that his hands were fidgeting in his lap and she exhaled a little breath and her hand moved over slightly to find his, fingers linking within his hand to give it a gentle and reassuring squeeze. “It’ll be fine.”

Amy made sure not to nudge him too much, not wanting to irritate or upset any of his wounds ; she didn’t want to cause any more pain for him. “You’ll be okay. They’re going to give you painkillers and they’ll work. You’ll feel better. I promise.”

"How long are they gonna take? Hate hospitals." he said, trying to keep his tone light. "The whole white walls white floors lingering smell of death never appealed to me." he said, then gave a definitely-forced laugh. "I'mnotokay." that was quieter. And he bit his lip a little, squeezing her hand just a touch as she tried to encourage him.

“Yes, you!” The last time that Jake had snacks, it’d been powdered donuts, in her brand new car of all places. It’d gotten everywhere and it had taken weeks to get all of the powder fully out of the upholstery. The grin only made her head shake a little, though her smile was fond and full of warmth.

Of course she was going to cave almost instantly. Amy couldn’t resist a good case and even less so when it meant being partnered up with one of the best detectives in the precinct as well as the most childish. He always knew how to make things fun. “Yeah? Where?” 

Oh, he was fine. Totally utterly fine. Ask him, he's fine, right? Only if anyone was to ask Jake anything at that moment, the detective wouldn't be able to answer. He couldn't breathe. One hand on the table, the other on his chest as he gasped, eyes wide and skin pale. His mind wasn't quite there, in the break room in the nine-nine, surrounded by friends and colleagues. And whatever Scully and Hitchcock were.

He'd slipped away, very carefully, when the first images had rolled in. And as much as he'd really helped mostly with computers - there were some things you didn't forget. Things you didn't unsee. Things that, right now, were flashing behind Jake's eyes and making it so that he couldn't breathe but couldn't stop breathing. Each short breath was unsatisfying, but he couldn't seem to breathe out. His head was spinning, and he was shaking, and god did he feel like a failure right in that moment.

“I’m not over reacting.” Amy turned her head and practically her entire body to face Jake, brows furrowed together, lips pressed into a stern thin line. “You are going to get yourself killed, Jake.” Had he thought about what was going to happen if he died? She’d be left alone. Maybe that was a selfish thing to think about but she was allowed to think about herself sometimes. 

Shaking her head, she realised that it was pointless to try and get through to him - he wasn’t going to listen. If he wouldn’t listen to Terry or Charles, then he wasn’t going to listen to her. Turning her body back to face the reception, her arms settled over her chest and she sighed loudly, legs crossed slightly. Her posture stayed straight - even though all she wanted to do was slouch and possibly scream.

He made a face. "Killed, pffah, don't be silly." he said, lightly, his voice getting higher as he got more uncomfortable. As per usual. Jake cleared his throat a couple of times, looking down at his lap, tucking his head down just a little. His hands fidgeted in his lap, looking towards the desk again.

Attention was caught as soon as Amy herd Jake’s voice and her head tilted upward slightly, cheeks turned a very tinted shade of pink at the suggestion of them partnering up together again. The last time - hadn’t gone all that well, though they’d been arguing previous to them partnering. It’d almost ruined them though. Fear bubbled in her chest - because she didn’t want that to happen again. 

Her worries were subdued pretty quickly at the endlessly bright sunshine smile on Jake’s lips and she nodded. He always managed to get so excited when it came to double busts, especially when said bust involved dealing in drugs - of any kind, really. “Alright, alright. As long as you promise not to snack too much.” He had a habit of snacking on peanuts whenever he worked on a case. 

"Whaaaaaat? Me? Snack? Don't be ridiculous, who snacks? I mean, yeah, okay, maybe I do still have most of that jumbo size bag of peanuts in my bag and okay maybe I was maaaybe considering eating like, most if not all of it but - okay." he grinned at her, clearing his throat a little as he looked at Amy's face.

"Okay, Amy." he stopped and dumped a folder onto her desk, grinning at her. "Got a case. It's a good case. You wanna partner, partner?" he beamed at her, that endlessly-bright smile never leaving his features. He looked at her, straightening and folding his arms over his chest. Obviously he expected her to say yes. "I need to do a little stakeout, and Holt suggested we work together. Pretty obvious. Smort. Best team." he leant his hips back against the desk, eyeing her up. 

“Nuh uh.” Her words were still stern, expression following the tone. Her brows were furrowed as she dragged him along and into the waiting room - sitting him down one of the chairs before she went up to the receptionist desk, giving her the needed information.

Returning with a little scowl, she sat down on the chair next to Jake and folded her arms. “If they give you painkillers, you take them. You can’t chase perps if you’re in pain. You won’t be functioning at 100% and that could get you fired. Do you want to be fired, Jake?” 

Was she being a little harsh? Yes. With all good reason. He was being reckless and Amy needed to stop it in its tracks before Jake ended up killing himself.

He allowed her to drag him along - well. She wasn't really giving him a choice, was she? No. So he sunk into a chair, grimacing as he sat there, fidgeting with whatever he could get his hands on.

"Of course I won't get fired. You're over reacting." he complained, grimacing just a touch, glancing around the space. It wasn't the first time Jake had been so reckless on a case - but then again, Sarge had had a good chat with him when he'd gotten himself hit by a car, right? Jake knew he should be doing better than this. Old habits died hard.

Amy was furious with Jake, the reasons behind his stupidity might have been excusable but that didn’t mean anything when Amy was this angry, completely unrecognisable to the outside world. Pulling him along, she shoved him into the car and shook her head. He wasn’t fine and the more that he tried to be fine, the less he proved to be. 

The drive was rushed and she may have been tempted to break several speeding laws but Amy was far too much of a goody goody to do such a thing, even with Jake in the passenger side seat. As soon as she pulled up into the hospital car park, she moved to the passenger side and yanked the door open with pursed lips, hand outstretching toward Jake. “Come on. Even if there’s nothing they can do, they can give you a slip to sign you off of work for a little bit while you heal and maybe give you some painkillers.”

He was smart enough to stay quiet for the journey to the hospital - and every time Amy went over some ragged road, he was bounced, grimacing at the pull and ache of his damaged bones and muscles. She shouldn't really be that surprised, he'd gone after the mob without permission before... it was turning into a bad habit of his, really. He also wondered what hell awaited when they eventually got back, considering how Amy had demanded their freedom in order to get him out of there... he peered out, looking up at the hospital.