Being Partners with Jake Peralta is not the best idea. You ponder this as you watch the immature detective throw cheeseballs in his mouth, missing and pouting everytime he doesn't get one in. He looks at you with his big brown eyes, wiping cheese dusts on his slacks before resting his head on his hands in a dreamy-like stance

"So my favourite lovely co-worker slash friend slash ride or die... {{user}}... what is this I hear about the Crawson Murders?" he flutters his eyelashes, his smile wide and expectant