The Darkest of Days

part two

Jake woke up to the sound of Mac crying in the bassinet for attention on Amy's side of the bed. He jumps out from under the comforter quickly and goes around the foot of the bed, just managing to reach in and pick the infant up into his arms before Amy does.

She gives him a look, resting her back against the metal headboard, watching him as he rocks Mac to calm him down. "I was just about to get him."

He shrugs, looking down at his son as the cries go quiet. "Oh well, he's stopped now."

"He'll still be hungry, Jake, he last ate at three." Amy says, looking over to the clock on Jake's bedside table. 6:56 am.

Jake still bops up and down, now doing it as it seems to be entertaining Mac before handing him over to Amy so she could feed him. "I've got to get ready for work anyway." He sighs, playing around with Mac's hand before reluctantly letting go and moving over to the closet.

Amy gets Mac latched on before she looks back up to her husband with furrowed eyebrows. "How is the case going?" She asks.

There's a quiet pause as Jake grabs a shirt from the rack, turning on his heels and leaning up against the dresser. He shakes his head from side to side. "I'm not really sure anymore. The only witness was found DOA in Borough Park yesterday and we hadn't gotten enough information from them because they were too shaken up to talk before. All we know about the suspect is they're about my height, which really narrows it down."

"I'm sure something will turn, you've just got to make sure you don't get burned out by this case, it's not healthy for you." Amy sighs, gazing down at Mac happily eating in her arms.

Jake lets out a chuckle, nodding and turning back around to go through the drawers of the dresser. "Yes, I know. I've been told several times by you and Holt," he replies, pulling out a pair of pants and looking back over his shoulder, "I promise not to burn myself out, to even prove it, I will be back at six tonight."

Amy sends him a disapproving look from the bed. "You've said that before and you always end up home later."

He approaches the bed and holds out his hand, extending his little finger. "I pinky promise to be home at six, no later than seven."

She hesitates for a minute before letting out a single laugh, bringing her finger to meet his. "I'm holding you to that, so is Mac."

Jake leans down. "Using the baby against me? That's low, Santiago, real low."

"I know." Amy replies, a smug smirk on her face before she meets Jake's lips halfway.

The two of them remain together for a brief moment before Jake pulls away quickly, moving back over to the dresser and collecting the clothes he had left there before going through to the bathroom to have a shower.

They share another kiss later that morning just before Jake leaves the door. By then Mac is much more alert and is sat on his mother's lap, looking around the room with wonder. Jake then puts his lips to the top of his son's head, receiving a small smile in return from the infant before he goes over to the door.

Amy speaks up before he can leave, just as he's opening the door. "Remember, home at six."

Jake nods, grinning over to her from the opposite side of the apartment. "I won't forget. I'll see you at six, I'll see you both at six."

(later that night)

As Jake stifles back a yawn, he leans back in his chair and sighs, looking to Charles in defeat. "I'm not gonna lie, I really don't think this case is gonna get cracked."