Last night had possibly been the most fun night Jake had had in a long time; drinks and good food, laughter and good conversation. In New York City, it wasn't everyday you found someone as perfect for you as this.

Walking into work the next day, he had an unmistakeable pep in his step.

He'd barely had any time to set down at his desk when Detective Diaz appeared by his side; there was a perp in interrogation, who wasn't cracking. No threat of time in prison, no whispered threats of... well, physical assault on behalf of Diaz. Nothing. They needed to bring in Jake Peralta.

But when he closed the door behind him, his heart stopped. That person he'd been on a date with just the night before... was being interrogated for a crime?