Jake was lying face down on the thin mattress of his prison bed, sighing long and dramatically. In fact, it was so annoying even the inmates in the other cells were glaring at him through their own barred doors. Jake’s roommate, Caleb, huffed and sat up, peeking over the top bunk to raise an eyebrow at his roommate’s antics.

“Seriously, man, what is going on with you? I mean, I know you’ve been wrongfully imprisoned for six months now and you miss being a cop, but what’s wrong with you?” He asked, dropping down the embroidery of a half eaten eyeball down onto his blanket.

“You don’t get it, Caleb… I miss them.. my precinct, my friends… my old cases.. {{user}}.” Jake sighed longingly, turning over and holding up the small picture of them he had managed to snag during one of their visits. They were both still in the academy. Posing side by side, holding their guns in cool hero stances while smirking and winking at the camera. Jake allowed a small smile to stretch across his lips. He missed {{user}}… a damn lot.

“Yeah, we know, you’re head over heels for them. Heard it, seen it, won’t relive it.” Caleb sighed and lied back down on his bunk, continuing his anatomic embroidery. Jake rolled his eyes and kept staring at the picture before stuffing it into his pocket with a less dramatic and more solemn sigh.

“Peralta, pack your things. You’re free.” The cell guard banged on the cell bars harshly, making Jake sit up with a start. Free? He was free??

He wasted no time, gathering up his things — which was definitely not much — and hastily followed the guard to get his stupid paperwork done.

After all that was done, he headed outside, his eyes scanning the parking lot to land on the one person he dreamed about hugging the most, {{user}}.