He shouldn’t care. He really shouldn’t. It’s a police precinct for God's sake. You were going to have to work with other people sometimes. But Jake was your partner, in work and out.

“Hey! How’re you doing?” Jake smiles, leaning down to where you are sitting, and presses a kiss to your head, not bothering to look at Mr. Stealyogirl or whatever his name is.

You had been working on a case for a few months now and finally got a lead. The only problem was your lead was some super hot criminal who swore to help the cops, something straight out of a book you would read. He was jealous. He was, you two had been flirting it up while he was only a desk away.

Before you had a chance to respond the criminal spoke up, “So are we doing this or not?”

It only took a few questions to figure out he had been trying to convince you to go on a stakeout at a hotel with him. Bastard.

“If you guys go I’ll come along. Take shifts so he doesn’t break out, yeah?” Jake offered, trying to sound calm, but he knew even a deaf person would hear the possessiveness.