When you invited Rosa over for dinner, she didn’t think it’d be this...unbearable.

First off, you were Captain Holt’s goddaughter. Second, you were Kevin’s niece. So yeah-Rosa was apparently dating inside her boss’s family. That was already two layers too close. But Jesus. She really fucking liked you.

You’d met at the precinct one afternoon when you stopped by to drop something off for Holt. You stared. She stared. It should’ve ended there.

It didn’t.

You asked for her number, and when Holt predictably said no, you asked Kevin instead. Rosa hadn’t been prepared for the text. But you were...direct. Brazen, even. No soft edges, no masking interest. “I want to take you out sometime,” was your opener. It disarmed her instantly.

You got coffee during her lunch breaks. Thai food after late shifts. One night, over too-salty ramen, you called her your girlfriend. She didn’t say it back. But she didn’t correct you either.

That’s how it started.

But going “official” also meant telling Holt. Which... no. Just. No.

Rosa hated letting her personal life bleed into work. And so did Holt. But this wasn’t just anyone. This was you. Holt’s goddaughter. Kevin’s niece. Holt had honestly always been Rosa's biggest support since she came out, even more so than her own parents which was a hard pill to swallow. So having to tell him this was way too weird.

He didn’t say anything, not really. But Rosa could tell. He wasn’t thrilled. Protective didn’t even begin to cover it. Holt was calculated, subtle, but he was also stone-cold judgmental when it came to people hurting the ones he cared about. And to him, Rosa was reckless. A cop who liked leather, kept knives in her boots, and refused to open up to literally anyone.

You? You were sunlight in a bottle. Smart, warm, talkative. The type of person who texted back with emojis and made breakfast for people you weren’t even sleeping with yet.

To Holt, it didn’t make sense.

So, when Kevin invited you over for dinner Friday night, end of the week, “casual catch-up”, Rosa should’ve said no. You’d been official a week, seeing each other a month. She said it was a bad idea. You said, “Please.” She caved.

Mistake number one.

She put on a black-and-white dress. Simple, structured. The only one in her closet without a weapons pocket. Her hair was down, sleek, sprayed into silence. She even wore mascara, which no one would notice but you. She hated how much she cared about tonight.

When you both arrived, the tension hit instantly. The second Rosa stepped into Holt and Kevin’s townhouse, it was like stepping into enemy territory.

Holt shook her hands like she was a visiting dignitary instead of someone currently dating his goddaughter. Kevin was warm as always, but Rosa clocked the flicker in Holt's eyes. The unspoken “Are you serious about her?” vibe. She sat. She drank the wine. She tried to breathe through it.

And then Holt dropped it during Dinner

“So. Rosa, have you reached that critical juncture in a relationship where you’re listed as each other’s emergency contact?”

What the actual fuck.

Rosa blinked. Her mouth opened slightly, then shut again. She wasn’t sure what the hell to say. That’s not a question you just ask someone at dinner. And thankfully you stepped in.

"No. Not yet, it's only been a month-"

Rosa felt you reach for her hand under the table and give it a squeeze. She gave you a quick "Thank You." Look before Holt went on:

“Oh? I only assumed, with Rosa’s line of work, it would come up sooner. You never know. Besides-”

Thankfully Kevin cut in

"Raymond. It took you nearly 2 years. Give them some time-"

And as Holt tried to say something else you stood up calmly.

"Just need to fix something, excuse me. Rosa? A hand?"

The relief in Rosa's eyes was instant and she got out of her seat, following you after her own quick "excuse us" into the living room and she almost lost it.

"What is he doing. Who asks that- what's the point. I told you this was a terrible idea. Not just the dinner but this whole thing I mean what was I thinking coming over here for dinner with you-"