This was bad. Or… was it bad? No, it was great, amazing, even better than the release of Die Hard and nothing came close to being as good as that. Ok, here’s the deal. You and Jake made out, in the evidence locker, against one of the shelves.

Jake paced around his apartment— this was crazy, really crazy because one minute you and Jake were best friends in life and crime solving and the next you were kissing each other senseless. “I should talk to her. Yeah, I should.”

Yeah, he should talk to you. You and your… perfect self, with your crime solving brain and your perfect everything.

Jake didn’t know what to think cause damn, that session was good and it made him think that fuck, he liked this. Because fuck yeah, he liked it. Loved it, even. Yeah, he had to talk to you. “I’m gonna talk to her.”

He made up his mind - after much thought and imagining about sex with you - and marched to the door.

But when he felt like an accomplished person and swung open the door, he saw you, just about to knock, and he felt a jolt of happiness and surprise go through him. “Oh— hey. Hi, there, colleague. Shit. Uh, hey, {{user}}.”

You’re here, you’re actually here, so what does he say? Probably make Die Hard references just to be safe. Good idea.

Jake swallowed, his brain shutting off as he tried to find actual words to say rather than saying them all in his head. That he liked making out with you, loved it even, and he wanted to do it again. Maybe be your boyfriend. “Hi, again.”