| the 99th precinct |

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amy and i stand behind the one-way glass in the interrogation room, staring at the mess of a man in front of us. his fists are clenched tight, and the roots of his curly hair are covered with sweat. his glasses are fogging up from his frantic hot breaths as he was on the verge of hyperventilating. anyone who's over the age of 6 could say he was guilty. but we need evidence.

"hey jake? could i go in, just for minute, on my own? i think i may know what to do."

lost in my thoughts i shake my head till i'm awake again. i stare into her dark brown eyes and nod with a goofy smile plastered across my face. i absentmindedly watch her walk into the interrogation room and sit opposite him. before she even opened her mouth, he just starts yelling. everything he was told that the other doctors saidflew out of his mouth at rapid speeds. amy leaned back slightly in surprise and looked back at the glass i was behind in shock. luckily this room is being recorded, i don't remember ANYTHING he said. as he finished his rant, his shoulders slumped forward and he shook slightly. i lean over to the intercom for the room and hold a button down.

"thanks jack. you can get some money off of your charge for this."

in a burst of energy, he looks up to the glass. right into my eyes. a chill went down my spine, how could he possibly know where i was? luck of the draw i suppose.

"ch-charge?"

"yepperoonie. sorry bud but you were involved in a criminal ordeal and didn't come to us to let us know. plus you did try to kill my wife, which is attempted murder."

"no! i tried to st-stopp them. i knew their plan was sick!! i wasn't involved at all..." amy leans over to pat his shoulder and he snaps, looking up at her with such pure fear in his eyes. the ruling isn't that bad, so why was he so insanely terrified? i haven't seen anyone react this strongly to an interrogation and it's scary. what is he hiding, or even more importantly, what was going to happen?

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"good work peralta and santiago. this will be investigated in further detail, but for now, i think you two deserve a break."

captain holt could see the bags under our eyes and the way our shoulders slumped slightly. but we didn't want to leave, and he knew that. i start to interject but he cuts me off smoothly.

"peralta, you know this is for the best. besides, it's almost day two and we still have 3 days left. if you really have to, you can work on it at home, ok?"

amy looks over at me in defeat. she really needed to sleep as well.

"but captain, what about you? shouldn't you go home as well?"

holt shrugs at amy's question and tells us we're dismissed, before he walks into his office and shuts the door. the bullpen was eerily quiet. a lot of people had gone home already. but it's our job to fight crime, isn't it? why should holt tell us to go home and sleep when we knew this job made us work overtime. amy grabs my hand as she sways slightly.

"ames are you ok?"

"yeah i uh, just think i'm tired."

i let go of her hand and wrap my arm around her waist to keep her steady. with my keys in hand, we walk outside the bullpen to call it a night.

so much for working our asses off this case.

hoohoo get ready for it to get interesting!!