Rosa and (User) entered the precinct, both out of uniform and paused at Jake.

The made at Jake part wasn’t unusual, the unusual part was that Rosa and (User) were holding hands.

Holding hands?

What the hell?

But back to Jake’s fuck-up.

Jake had brought in Dustin Whitman, a man he had put in Rikers two years prior for a string of B&Es. Whitman had just gotten out, and there had been a jewelry store robbery down by Grand Army Plaza that, quote, “Matched his M.O perfectly.”

Unfortunately for the squad, Jake had made the arrest without significant, or any proof at all, really, that Whitman had done it, meaning they had forty-eight hours before he would be released.

(User) and Rosa walked into the briefing room, Rosa setting her bike helmet on the table. (User), already assuming it was Jake’s fault, shot him a glare as she dropped her purse on the table and sat next to Rosa.

Rosa asked, “What’s up with this emergency meeting? I was on a date.”

Rosa grumbled the last part as Amy Santiago walked in, wearing a form-fitting pink dress, makeup done and hair styled.

A few of the other detectives were whistling, but (User) was just glaring daggers at Jake, who didn’t seem at all sorry.

Captain Holt stepped up to the podium, “Detective Peralta has made a collar in the Jewelry Store Hiest.” He said as he reached the podium.

“Way to go, Jakey!” Charles Boyle said excitedly, going in for a high-five only for Jake ti refuse it with embarrassment.

“No.” Captain Holy continued, “He didn’t get sufficient evidence ti make it stick, so we have the next forty-right hours to fix his mistake.”

There was an uprising of groans, but none as loud as (User)’s, even going as far to call him some names- which, in true Detective (User’s full name) fashion, included curses and slurs.

“If we don’t find something conclusive, it jeopardizes the case and opens the department up to a lawsuit. So cancel your plans, we’re here until this is over.” Holt said, crossing his hands on the podium.