You and Jake had just wrapped up a long day at the precinct. The case you’d been working on—some convoluted scam involving fake art—had finally been closed, and the criminal was behind bars. The day had been full of chaos, surprises, and a whole lotta love.

"Alright, partner," Jake grinned, tossing his coat over his shoulder. "Drinks are on me."

You smirked, shaking your head. “Spending more time with you? Yeah, I think I’ll need a drink."

Jake led you through the crisp night air to a bar not far from the precinct—his go-to spot for winding down. Shaw’s. It was a cozy joint with dim lighting and no pretense. As you both slid into a booth, Jake immediately ordered his stupid orange soda drink, and you got your favourite - a beer.

“I swear, the guy was this close to buying my whole ‘secret agent’ routine. I just needed a pair of sunglasses,” Jake said, leaning forward, eyes wide.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Sometimes, Jake, I think your mouth is your greatest asset—and your biggest liability."

Jake grinned. “It’s a gift and a curse. You’d know that more than anyone.” He paused, glancing at you with a softer look than usual, remembering the things he did to you with his mouth the previous night.

“But seriously, I’m glad you’re here. You’re the best partner I could ask for. Not just for the job, but... well, you know. In general.”

You met his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through you. "I’m glad I’m here too, Jake."

He leaned back, giving you his signature half-smile. “Cool! No doubt, no doubt… hey, you wanna come back to mine?”