| the 99th precinct |

✩*• 10. •*✩

"come on ames, i think he's in here."

i whisper to amy who's a few feet behind me. she gives a short nod, lifting her gun from her heavy policebelt and aiming it at the door as i do the same. i hold my other hand out to the side, counting down as i ready myself to kick the door down.

3
2
1...

with a heave, i knock the door down, and amy and i run over it into the apartment.

"FREEZE!"

i yell in an attempt, despite knowing the room was empty. i hear amy sigh beside me as she lowers her gun slightly.

we're too late.

i run my hand frustratedly through my hair as i take a glance at amy. her hair is tousled and her eyes are tired and half closed. it's 2am and amy and i were assigned to investigate the apartment of our only lead: jack smith. this was the last known place he lived in and we weren't sure if he still lived here or not. amy heads off into the kitchen, raising her gun once more in case. i go the opposite way, down a tight hallway to the bathroom and bedroom. both were basically empty. no pictures, toothbrushes or anything. i don't think he lives here anymore. i continue searching the almost empty room before i notice a chink in a floorboard. perhaps he's hiding something. i try to pull it open, but it's too heavy. maybe amy could help.

"hey ames?"

silence.

"amy??"

shit.

i sprint out of the bedroom, stubbing my toe on the way. i curse quickly and exit the room into the living room with my gun shaking slightly in my clammy grasp.

"jake, don't"

a man dressed in all black has the barrel of a gun pressed against my wife's head. his face is rather hidden in the darkness and a hood conveniently covers his head. i take a small step closer, hardly noticeable, and he only presses the gun against her head harder. i can tell amy is terrified, but she's trying so damn hard to hide it.

"what do you want?"

i yell out to the mysterious man. a deep chuckle erupts from his lips at my question and he replies smoothly:

"didn't you hear me the first time peralta? i'm here to have some fun."

my eyebrow raises slightly. this can't be the guy in charge.  it's too obvious. but i'm scared that if i mention this he could do something dreadful. but what else do i have to offer?

"oh, is that so? where's rosa then? wouldn't you be with her, jack smith?"

he stiffens slightly from my futile attempts at cornering him. he must really not be used to this situation. he shuffles uncomfortable, moving his weight from one foot to another. the hand not holding the gun reaches up to his head and, adjusts his glasses? it must be jack smith.

"jack. it's ok. we're here to help you. please just put the gun down and we can talk fair."

i have both hands up beside my head. sweat is dripping down my forehead and he back of my neck slightly and i try not to take a small glance at amy.

"do you really think i'm that dumb? i know who you are, jake. and if you think i'm gonna be that easy to catch you got another thing co-"

amy ducks quickly and grabs a hold of the trigger on the gun, prying his hand off with ease. in his shock, he stares as my badass wife as she looks at him sternly before giving him a good ol' roundhouse kick right to the face.

damn, that was lucky. he curls up on the floor and coughs slightly. i run to turn the lights on and expose him. as the warm kitchen lights turn on, amy pulls his hood off and pulls his arms behind his back roughly, handcuffing him. his small circular glasses sit on the end of his nose and he sniffs to move them up his face with no hands. the right side of his face has the beginning of a bruise already showing, but his brown almost black hair covers some of it in small waves. i can't help but notice amy staring at him. i mean, he is kinda cute i guess... ugh stop it jake!!

"ok then, jack smith. you're gonna have to come with us as we have some questioning to do."

as he looks up at me, his glasses shine slightly as the light hits them, he glances at amy with fear in his eyes.

"fine. but let me tell you this. i don't know what their plan is, and even if i did, i wouldn't rat them out."

"them? who's them?"

clearly the rest of the team hadn't briefed him on what to do when caught and he is struggling trying to think what he could or couldn't tell us.

"fuck it. rosa is alive ok?? i'll tell you what i know but promise me one thing. you won't hurt me ok? i wasn't involved at all."

i glance over at amy who looks back with determination in her brown eyes.

"well, ok then i guess it's a d-"

"oh i almost forgot. you might want to go home right about now."

his once seemingly innocent face shows a devilish grin and he pulls his head down to his chest as he chuckles. jesus, maybe he is involved. i brush off the threat as nothing and go over to lift him to his feet. amy starts calling holt to tell him we caught jack smith.

"hey captain? we found him."