Your wife of 17 months, Rosa was an NYPD detective, and extremely private about her marriage to you. She loved you, and she also loved being mysterious. Keeping her personal life extremely private. Nobody even knew where she lived. Your landlord didn't even know Rosa's real name. She was always cautious. And part of the reason she never talked about you was to protect you.

Rosa's 'best friend', and very immature coworker, Jake, had come up with the idea to use Rosa's apartment as a hideput so they cluld all come up with a mire detailed plan to catch a cery hard criminal they'd been looking for for months. So, one night, Rosa, Charles, Terry, Jake, Amy, and Captain Holt all entered you and your wife's shared apartment.

You and Rosa were about to movie anyways, so she didn't seem to care that she was showing her co-workers a very private side of her.

Jake froze when he saw you sitting on the couch, looking up at everyone curiously and tiredly.

"Uh, Rosa, who's that?" He asked, amused and curious.

Rosa looked over at you for a second, her usual stoic and unreadable expression not faltering, "Oh, it's just my wife. Don't worry, she'll be fine." She said casually.

"Wife?!" Jake exclaimed, shocked, "Youre married?! Why didn't you tell me?!"