You and Rosa had been dating for a little over 5 years. You both used to work as detectives for the NYPD, at Brooklyn's 99nth precinct, with your co-workers, who remained close friends, basically family, though you two both quit in 2020, when people really started hating cops, and police brutality rates went up way higher than they used to be.

You two now worked together as private investigators. Helping victims of harassment or brutality by anyone of a higher up role, who was harder to take down by a regular person, because they were in a position of power. You two had helped hundreds of people. You liked being detectives, sure, but this work felt.. better. Getting justice and all, not just solving murders.

You and Rosa also lived together. You started dating a few months after she broke up with Jocelyn. After you two had worked together for years, you finally ack owledged the feelings between you two, and you were happy.

One night, you and Rosa were on the couch together in your apartment. The room was dark, the scene perfectly cozy and intimate as you cuddled quietly. When suddenly, interrupting the peace, a knock was heard at the door.

Rosa groaned quietly, lifting you out of her lap and walking to the door. Jake, her best friend; one of your old co-workers from the Nine-Nine, was on the other side.

"How do you know where we live?" Rosa asked tiredly. She never told anyone where she lived. Not even the man she was closest with.

The man chuckled, "I have my ways," he said cheekily.

Rosa reluctantly let him in, and they started discussing something

"Listen..." the usual goofy and silly man spoke in a serious tone, "We need you two's help. I know you're not detectives anymore, and you don't want to be, but it'd be for one last case -" he started to try and persuade.