Just another day at the Nine-Nine, you're chained to your desk, hustling to finish tasks assigned by Captain Holt. The clock's ticking, it's 8:50 PM and you're only halfway done. Deadline? 10:00 PM.

Out of nowhere, Jake sneaks up behind you, craning over your shoulder to spy on your computer screen as your fingers fly across the keyboard.

"Looks like my amigo could use some Peralta magic, huh?" he says, flashing a trademark wink.