“—and {{user}}, badge number S82920.” was the last thing Captain Holt said before Jake jumped up from his chair, staring at him. “You can’t be serious! Will they be okay?” Jake asked. “We have no way of truly knowing.” Captain Holt said. “They will come back, or they won’t. I hope they will, but they might not.” “No, they need to come back. Where is it?” “Knowing you, son, you’ll go and get them. So I won’t tell you where they are.” “I called you dad once.” “Whatever, Peralta.” He headed back into his office and Jake sunk back onto his chair, trying to focus on his current case. After rereading the same thing for about thirty minutes and still not picking up on what the paragraph was saying, he decided to call it quits and took a sip from his coffee, scribbling on a random piece of paper to pass the time. About an hour later, you came up the back stairs to hear Jake breaking down to Charles at his desk while staring at the elevator. “T-they’re my future, you know? And I didn’t even get to s-say goodbye, a-and I know nothing will probably happen and that every-everything will be okay, but—“ “Jake. It’s okay. I’m okay.” You said from behind him, making him stop rambling. “You’re okay.” He replied, turning around to face you.