𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 | 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻

KATHERINE LINETTI'S DATE WENT FAR better than she had expected. At first, she was only going to appease Tisha who had set the entire thing up. A part of her also wanted to go to try and distract herself of the very real feelings she harboured for Rosa. But really, Kat had walked back into her apartment at ten o'clock with a smile on her face. She hadn't thought she would, but she really did have fun. And since that date, she had been on a second with Daisy. And a third. It was safe to say that she is liking the woman more and more.

With her eyes glued to her phone, Kat walks into the briefing room and immediately crashes into the podium. "Ow," she hisses in pain, leaning down to rub her knee. "Damn it."

Jake arches a brow curiously at his friend's behaviour. "Who's got you smiling so much?" he questions with a grin.

Kat narrows her eyes as she turns to face him. "That's none of your business, Peralta." He purses his lips at her short reply.

"It's her girlfriend," Gina whispers. Rosa's head snaps over to her. "Well, not really her girlfriend – they won't make it official."

"Gina!" Kat exclaims with frustration. Her sister sends her an apologetic smile. She shouldn't be surprised though. Of course, Gina had known, as had Amy, but at least she had managed to keep it from the rest of them for this long.

Charles leans back in his chair as a sly smile adorns his face. "Kat's got a lover," he calls out. He flinches at her stone-cold glare.

Katherine's eyes narrow as she pointedly looks across the group of detectives and Gina sat in the room. "If I hear one more word about my relationship, I will fire whoever it comes from," she snaps.

Rosa cracks a smile. "Sure you will," she nods sarcastically. She holds her hands up when Kat's scowl lands back on her. "Sorry, Sarge." Even though she's happy that Kat is happy, she can't help but acknowledge the dreadful feeling bubbling away in her stomach.

Stood up at the front of the room, Kat is soon joined by Terry and the captain as they commence the morning meeting. Everyone except for Terry, Holt, and Gina, are wearing long, navy shirts and cargo pants as their uniform for today's shift. "Listen up," Holt announces. "There's been an issue with the motorcade. The Serbian President is delayed in Washington, and we can't start locking down intersections until he takes off."

"Apparently he's on an important call with the Albanian President," Terry explains.

"Is that Bujar Nishani, or is it still Bamir Topi?" Amy asks her superior officers.

Gina turns around in her chair. "Oh, Ames, let me check." She glances down to her phone, leading Amy to lean closer to try and get a look. "Hm, it just says no one likes you."

Kat rolls her eyes. "There's a three-hour delay, minimum," she informs the room. "A schedule of all the intersections and streets being closed have been given to patrol. We'll all be informed when the president is wheels up."

Jake salutes. "Copy that! Sounds like a blast." Rosa covers her mouth as she stifles her laugh.

"Captain Holt and I will have to leave for a meeting at One Police Plaza," Terry says. "You should all stay prepped and ready."

"Dismissed. Sergeant," Holt says to Kat. "A word."

After walking out into the bullpen, she looks between the two men before her. "What's up?"

"Since we will be gone, you will be the superior officer," Holt tells her, his tone of voice serious. "There are lieutenants on duty downstairs, however, your job will be to keep an eye on your squad."

She nods. "Of course, sir. I'll try my best, but I can't promise anything." She swears she sees a small smile on Holt's face for a split-second.

As the captain walks off to his office, Terry clears his throat and turns back to the blonde. "Okay, you got this," he says encouragingly. "Just don't let them get carried away."

Kat looks back into the briefing room. "Again, I can't promise anything."

He sighs. "Now you'll realise how much of a pain in the ass you and everyone else have been for me over the last few years." When she smiles, his eyes narrow. "Not a joke, Linetti."

She straightens herself and nods. "I know that. Good luck at the meeting."

Terry grimaces at the thought. "I think we'll need it; it's with Wuntch... Captain's already declared war. 'The war on Wuntch.'"

"Oh, yikes, he's named it..." Kat sighs and points back to the briefing room. "I better go handle them, but you got this, Sarge."

"You, too, Linetti."

However, as Katherine heads back toward the room, she has to roll her eyes at what she hears. Of course, in the few minutes she had been absent, Jake has already taken complete control of the environment. "The Jimmy Jab games," Peralta exclaims excitedly.

"Beyoncé help me, please," Kat mumbles to herself. As she stops in the doorway, all form of chatter immediately dies off. "What's going on in here?"

Jake rubs the back of his neck nervously. "H-Hey, Sarge! We're just planning all the super responsible things-"

"Save the bullshit."

"You got it."

Rosa locks eyes with the blonde-haired woman. "We're participating in the seventh annual Jimmy Jab games," she reveals bluntly. Jake closes his eyes in preparation for Katherine's reaction.

She walks into the room and quietly closes the door behind her, and when Kat turns around, the squad notice her bright smile. "Let's get this thing started!"

The room bursts into cheers. "Yes, Sarge!" Jake grins. "The first Jimmy Jabs were held in two-thousand and eight, when the king of Iraq-"

Not even one sentence into his speech, Rosa and Kat both interrupt him. "President of Iran," they correct together.

"Armen Jimmy Jab-"

"Ahmadinejad."

Jake continues on, entirely unbothered by their interjections. "-came to New York, and were on call for nine glorious hours in case there were protests. On that day, a young genius-"

"Man-child," Kat corrects. Gina snickers.

He waves a hand at her. "On that day, a young genius named Jake Peralta used the last piece of his bagel to create the first Jimmy Jab event." Jake smiles at the memories. "The monster mouth bagel toss." That particular event involved throwing pieces of bagels to try and get them into a sleeping Scully and Hitchcock's mouths. "And the rest was history. As soon as Terry and Holt leave-"

Kat rolls her eyes in amusement as everyone looks to her in case she's changed her mind. "Just for the next few hours, you can call me Kat." They all grin.

"Perfect," Jake proclaims happily. "As soon as they leave, we will commence with Jimmy Jab Seven: Circus of Fools. Jimmy Jabs..." As he begins to chant quietly, the rest of the squad join in, gradually getting louder and louder.

"Jimmy Jabs. Jimmy Jabs. Jimmy Jabs! Jimmy Jabs! Jimmy Jabs!"

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Rosa eyes the sergeant going over paperwork before the games begin, and she makes the decision to go over to her. "Hey," she greets with a brief smile. Kat looks up from her paperwork and smiles. "So, how did the third date go?"

Her brows raise. "Did you forget about my warning from earlier?" Katherine questions, the corners of her lips quirked upward.

"Nope. But rules are meant to be broken."

She shrugs. "Can't argue with that logic." Kat sighs and leans back in her chair as Rosa takes a seat on the corner of her desk. "It was nice. She's really sweet, I like her a lot." As she starts to think back to the date, she clears her throat before she can get too wrapped up in her own head. "Anyways, you don't wanna hear about it."

"I do," Rosa says quickly. She wrings her hands in front of her as she backtracks, hoping she didn't come across as too eager. "I mean, I do if you wanna talk about it to someone."

Kat's eyes flick across her face as they stare at each other in silence for a few seconds. "I don't know," she says. She pulls her lip in between her teeth. "I think maybe I want something? But it's super casual right now, so I don't know how she feels."

"If she doesn't want you, she's a dick," Rosa states. She folds her arms over her chest. "'Dick' doesn't only apply to men."

"Oh, I fully agree," Kat smiles.

"And you'll never know how she feels unless you talk to her about it," Rosa points out. Her eyes flick to the ground as she realises the double meaning behind her own words. If only she wasn't a coward, maybe she'd be doing just that with the woman before her.

Before Katherine can reply, they're interrupted by Jake. "So, Jimmy Jabs, huh?" They all share a smile as he stops before them. "What do you say we make it interesting this year?"

Kat arches a brow at him. "How about we not set anyone on fire," she suggests. "You'd be saving me a heap of paperwork."

Jake scoffs. "That was one time," he exclaims defensively. "One time!" She grins. "Anyways... Aha! I know." He clicks his fingers as he turns to Rosa. "We could play for Katie's number!"

"Wait, Katie as in Rosa's friend?" Kat asks. He nods. "Oh, that's never going to happen."

Rosa hums. "Exactly. It's never going to happen," she tells Jake firmly. "Is this why you wanted to do Jimmy Jabs?"

"No." Both women stare at him until he breaks. "Yes. Why? What gave it away?"

"You said, 'Aha' and snapped your fingers," Rosa deadpans. Jake dips his head with a sheepish smile.

Upon passing by, Amy had heard snippets of their conversation. She joins them, smiling as she says, "Oh, you want to go out with Rosa's friend Katie? That's great! She's cool."

"I know, but Rosa has this dumb rule about not mixing work with personal stuff." Jake rolls his eyes.

"Not a bad policy," Kat admits.

Amy nods. "Agreed. I once gave my aunt a jaywalking ticket, and things really deteriorated between us... But Jake and Katie would be awesome together." When Kat meets her eyes, Amy's smile remains, even though they both know she's feeling a different internally.

"I know, right? She's single. I'm single. She's pretty. I'm pretty. So it's settled," Jake declares, not at all bothered by Rosa's very unimpressed expression. "If I win the Jimmy Jabs, you give me her number. And if I lose, you don't have to give it to me."

"I already don't have to give it to you," Rosa retorts.

"All right, I'll give you two-hundred dollars-"

"You cannot afford that," Kat points out exasperatedly.

"-and I'll never ask you for another phone number again."

Rosa immediately agrees. "Done," she confirms as she shakes hands with him.

"We're off," Terry announces as he and Captain Holt head over to the elevator. "You'll get word when the Serbian president is wheels-up."

Kat nods. "Good luck with the she-devil," she bids them goodbye. "Everything will be perfectly calm and collected until you get back." As soon as the elevator doors close, she spins around to the detectives. "Okay, people, they're gone!"

Jake holds up a hand for Charles to throw him the starting item. "Ceremonial bagel," he demands. "Flask," he says as Hitchcock hands him the metal object. After pouring the alcohol over the bagel, he holds it out for Charles to light it on fire. "Flame!"

As it is set alight, Scully exits from the break room with a scarf wrapped around his neck, a Viking helmet, and a hockey stick in hand. "Jimmy Jabs," he sings.

Kat kicks the trashcan over to him and Jake drops the bagel into it as Scully continues his opera. They all grin as a sudden surge of flames bursts out of the bin. "Let the games begin," Jake yells theatrically. Cheers erupt across the bullpen once again.

With a time crunch hanging above their heads, the pressure to complete the seventh Jimmy Jabs is well underway. The participating members file into the briefing room when Gina calls them inside, revealing a whiteboard she has decorated with headshots of each contestant, and desks pushed together to create a long table covered in cloth. As Kat sits down, she grimaces at the putrid smell coming from underneath. Whatever the first task is going to be, she knows she won't last long. That's what she said. 

Rosa's eyebrows furrow in confusion as she glances to the blonde beside her upon realising that Kat is grinning. "What are you smiling at?" she asks.

She clears her throat. "Oh, nothing," Kat dismisses. "Just something I thought of." Rosa shakes her head in amusement.

The attention shifts to the front of the room as Gina imitates a trumpet, announcing the beginning of the games. "Welcome to the Jimmy Jabs," Jake smiles as he joins her. "We play for pride. We play for the phone numbers of Rosa's friends. But most importantly, we play to watch Amy lose."

Kat rolls her eyes at his unnecessary dig at the detective. It's just like how it was in pre-school. Little boys tug on little girls' hair because they like them.

"Nope," Amy denies confidently. "This is my year."

"It's my year, too," Scully smiles.

Santiago grimaces slightly. "Please don't align yourself with me."

Kat taps her hands on the table. "That's what she said," she yells.

Jake grins as he points to her. "She's back, everyone!" he exclaims cheerfully. His eyes flick back over to Amy. "And why shouldn't he? Neither of you have ever come close to winning. You're exactly the same, just a couple of Santiagos."

As Amy slumps back in her chair, Kat places a hand on her arm for second. "One of us is winning this thing," she whispers to her best friend. Amy cracks a smile at her words. "Purely so we can shove it in his face."

"But the real prize is the Winchester three thousand." Their eyes widen as Gina brings the chair out from behind the whiteboard. "The only chair in the precinct with minimal staining, good lumbar support, and no broken rolly wheels. Over to you, Gina." 

"Thank you, Jake," Gina calls out. "Okay, guys, as usual, the loser of each event is eliminated from the games. The winner gets a bonus in the final round. Our first event is..." She rips off the tablecloth in one swift motion, revealing the source of the horrible smell. "'The Mouthathon.'"

"Oh, God," Kat mutters in disgust. She gags as she looks back at the boxes. "This is worse than that dead body Rosa and I found in the basement."

Diaz quickly nods in agreement, her nose scrunched up at the smell. "One-hundred percent," she says. "And that was vile."

"In front of you is month-old Chinese food from the fridge. Go ahead and eat as much as you can stomach," Gina explains. The group of contestants reluctantly take out their cutlery. "On your mark, get set... Wahlberg!"

Kat closes her eyes as she digs a fork into the container of noodles that has clumped together by the mould sticking to it. As she raises it to her mouth, she quickly holds it away. "Being shot is better than this," she declares. She almost throws up as she tastes the smallest bit.

Charles, on the other hand, is the first to pull out of the race. "Ugh! I can't do this to my mouth. She's the love of my life!"

"Charles is eliminated!"

As soon as the words are announced, Kat immediately pulls away from the noodles. "I'm out," she exclaims.

Rosa is fast behind her. "I think this ball of soup is off," she says. "I'm out, too!"

"I can do this," Amy tries to reassure herself. She continues eating, much to Kat's absolute revulsion. "I wanna win so bad."

Jake pauses for a second to take out his phone. "Oh, great. Here, quick. Let me take a picture." Amy turns to him with as she chews a mouthful of noodles. "Oh, that's so cute, you've got a little bit of mould on the tip of your nose."

She quickly spits out the rest. "I tried," Amy says. "I tried, but he's unbeatable."

In sync, the group all look down the line to Scully who is happily eating through his containers of food. "You guys know this is free, right?"

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Now moved into the bullpen, Gina and Charles stand before the whiteboard. "The Jimmy Jabs has claimed its first victims," the former announces. "Boyle, you made no impact." She marks a red cross on his photo. "Also, Detective Scully has withdrawn due to food poisoning."

"Everyone saw that coming," Kat shrugs as a cross is placed on Scully's photograph. The group nod along in agreement.

"All right," Gina grins. "The second event is 'Bulky Bulky Run Run,' the bomb suit foot race."

As Kat pulls on her gloves, the final part of the bomb suit, she looks up when she hears Rosa groan in frustration. "What's wrong?" she asks, the hint of a smile on her face.

The woman kicks a nearby chair in annoyance, sending it flying across the bullpen and hitting Scully who is hunched over a trashcan. "I can't get this damn zipper up," Rosa mutters. Kat chuckles and removes her gloves to help her friend. Rosa gives her a small smile as she feels the zipper on her go up. "Thanks."

She smiles. "Any time." They both turn their attention onto Jake approaching them with a smug smirk. "Are you here to gloat, Peralta?"

He scoffs at the blonde's question. "What? Me? Never! No, I'm just here to tell you all the different ways I plan to open doors for Katie on our date." He misses how the two women share a look; they both know what he's trying to do. "And I mean restaurant doors, taxi doors, bathroom doors- okay, maybe not that. The point is, I'll be opening lots of doors. Oh, yeah, I'm gonna be a gentleman."

Rosa takes the glove Kat passes to her and narrows her eyes as she looks back at him. "What are you doing, Jake?"

"Trash talking you, obviously, while simultaneously proving that I will be respectful of your friend. It's a tough line to walk." He wiggles his fingers. "Gotta loosen up my flower-buying fingers. I'm gonna go nuts on the daisies."

"This is exhausting to listen to," Katherine deadpans.

"Then drop out of the race," he goads her.

"Yeah, nice try."

"Damn it," he mutters under his breath. Rosa grins.

A few minutes later, the remaining contestants are lined up in the hallway, waiting for the command to begin the challenge. "On your mark," Gina begins. "Get set... Ruffalo!"

The group races off down the corridor with Hitchcock lagging behind a few paces. The course is to go through the briefing room that still smells like mould, lap the bullpen once, then go up the staircase to the fifth floor.

Jake pushes past Kat to try and get ahead, and she punches his shoulder in return. What she didn't see coming was him actually stopping to turn around and kick her feet under her.

With wide eyes of betrayal, Katherine scrambles up to her feet upon seeing Hitchcock edge ahead of her. "I'm doing it, Charles," the detective yells. "I look cool!"

All hope of winning disappears as Kat tries to pass Hitchcock, but he trips, sending her crashing down the stairs while he's flung over the railing. "Son of a bitch," she shrieks.

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The group have gathered for the final task of the Jimmy Jab games. Holding an icepack on her lower back, Katherine Linetti looks mad. Really, really mad. First, she had been angry at Hitchcock for taking her down like a domino. But when she thought about it further, the problem was really Jake.

Peralta flinches at her death glare and inches closer to Rosa as if she would protect him from his friend's wrath. "No, no," Rosa begins. She shoves him back to his original place. "Stay."

"Kat, I'm so sorry," he tries to console the woman.

Her eyes snap back over to him. "It's Sergeant," she responds harshly.

He sighs in disappointment. "I swear, I didn't mean it! I was just trying to win and you were collateral damage-"

"You're fired."

Everyone turns to look at him as Jake's eyes widen in alarm at her blunt statement. "Okay," he laughs nervously. "You don't really mean that... Right?"

Kat's right eye twitches. "Try me again and you'll find out." Of course, she didn't really mean it, but Jake didn't have to know that.

"Okay," Gina clears her throat, trying to remove some of the tension from the air. Two crosses have been marked on Kat and Hitchcock's pictures. "The next event will be 'Keep your cover.' Contestants must craft an undercover persona and talk to as many police officers as you can."

The three remaining competitors, Jake, Amy, and Rosa are all dressed up in their respective disguises. Jake looks like a canary in his cyclist gear, Amy is pregnant, and Rosa is wearing a blonde wig, floral dress, and sunglasses.

With the attempt to try and block out Kat's vengeful scowl, Jake turns to Amy. "Pregnant," he observes. "Nice. Means ya had sex."

She smirks. "Damn right, I did. And I forgot my birth control." As they high-five, Kat and Rosa share a look with another as the pair continue to flirt. "I think the belly will draw attention away from my face."

"Smart," Jake nods. "Like one big boob."

"Jake will go first, then Amy, then Rosa. On your mark, get set, Paul Gosselaar!"

As Jake hobbles away with his bicycle shoes, Kat sighs once Amy turns to her. "I don't wanna hear it," she mumbles. "But..." Her eyes light up as she grabs onto her friend's arms. "You have to win this, Ames."

She smiles confidently. "Hell yeah, I will."

"Okay, I'm gonna check in on the president's progress."

Charles salutes. "Good luck, captain!" He purses his lips together. "Sergeant," he corrects himself. "I mean, Sergeant."

After looking through numerous emails and updates, it's learnt that the Serbian president is just under two hours from taking off. Kat had then gone downstairs to check in with the ranked officers. The ground floor of the Nine-Nine was controlled madness; almost a mirror image of the fourth floor but in a very different way. Patrol officers are darting around with traffic cones, files, and keys for their shops as they prepare to start locking down streets.

Katherine is more than glad she isn't on patrol anymore because the one thing she hated more than anything had been traffic control. She doesn't envy a single one of these officers.

One of the on-duty sergeants, Hank, had been happy to converse with her. "Last time I checked we're about ninety minutes away."

"Yeah," Kat confirms with a nod. "We're ready upstairs, just waiting for the go."

"'Scuse me, officers," a sweet voice calls out.

Kat's eyes widen slightly as she finds the dressed-up Rosa standing before them innocently. She tries her absolute hardest not to give her friend's disguise away to Hank by laughing.

Hank smiles at her. "Yes, sweetheart."

"Sweetheart?" Rosa snaps as she takes her sunglasses off. "Seriously, Hank?"

Kat's eyes have narrowed to slits as she glowers at the sergeant next to her. "Is that how you talk to women coming in here?" she asks, her voice low with warning. "I'll get you fired next time."

Whilst Rosa's features soften at Kat's words, Hank sighs in exasperation as he realises what's going on. "Jimmy Jabs?" He looks to Katherine. "Really?"

Her deadly glare falters. "Well, uh, it's this new drill the captain made for us," she tries to excuse. She rolls her eyes at Hank's pointed look. "Fine, Jimmy Jabs. But if you say a word-"

"You'll get me fired. I got it."

With one last look at the sergeant, Kat follows Rosa over to the stairs. "So, how many you get?" she asks curiously.

Diaz huffs a sigh of annoyance as she glances to her. "None," she grumbles.

"Damn, sorry. You were super convincing." When Rosa arches a brow sceptically at her, Kat sighs. "I'm serious! I actually had no idea it was you until I saw you."

Rosa hesitates for a second before nodding. "I'll take it," she shrugs.

Once they make it back up to their floor, the detective reveals her score of zero to a waiting Gina, where she is then eliminated from the game. Then they notice that Amy and Jake are missing from the bullpen, leading them over to the balcony where they hear raised voices.

Kat rolls her eyes at the loud banter the pair are engaging in. "I can't believe he wants Katie's number," she says.

Rosa nods as they walk over to the door. "I know, but I get it. He wants to get over her." She pauses for a second. "Or he wants to distract himself from her." As soon as they step outside, her jaw clenches. "Peralta! What the hell?"

The conversation immediately stops and Jake winces slightly as he looks over to a fuming Rosa and relatively annoyed Kat.

"Where the hell were you?" Rosa removes her wig as she huffs another sigh. "I got eliminated. I didn't even make it past one person."

Amy's eyes widen with excitement. "You're out?" she checks in disbelief. "I'm in the finals?"

"And all I have to do to get Katie's number is beat Amy?" Jake smiles. "Oh, that's nothing." Amy smacks the pregnancy belly he's wearing, and he cradles his stomach protectively. "Hey! Don't you dare touch Amy junior." She gasps. "That's right. It's your baby!"

"Are you sayin' I knocked you up?"

"You sure did!"

The two by the door share yet another look. "Jake," Kat calls out. His fake sobbing dies off.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Rosa's tone leaves no room for debate.

"Yeah, sure thing," he replies brightly. He passes the belly to Amy. "Hold that."

After he follows them back into the hallway inside, Rosa turns to him with her arms crossed. "All right, Jake, you wanna call off the bet?"

"Seriously?" he retorts. Kat rolls her eyes. "You're gonna back out now just 'cause you're losing? What is this, a riverboat casino on a river of no rules?"

"She's not backing out," Kat corrects. He flinches under her stare once more; it's clear she's still mad at him.

"I'm not. I'm giving you a chance to call off the bet because it's clear you don't actually want Katie's number because you're still into Amy."

"What?" Jake scoffs with incredulity. "That's crazy. I just spent the whole day fighting for another girl's number."

"Please," Kat says with a laugh. "You spent the entire day flirting with Amy. You're still into her, dude."

"I'm not," he argues. "We're joking around because we're friends now that I've moved on."

"Then prove it," Rosa counters. "Beat Amy and don't flirt with her at all."

He nods. "Fine. Easy. But you better tell Katie to clear her schedule out Thursday for a date, 'cause I am working nights until then, and the following weekend, I am out of town. Let's do this!"

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With the squad dressed back in the original uniforms, numerous detectives skim through paperwork as they wait for the final challenge of the Jimmy Jabs. Kat's eyes widen slightly as she reads over the message from Terry. "Okay, people," she calls out. "Captain's back in half an hour. So before they get here, any trace of this game needs to have been vanished. No mouldy food, no whiteboards. Gone."

"Capiche," Gina gives her sister a thumbs up.

"Double check your bags and triple check that firearms are loaded correctly. We don't want another Peralta incident."

Jake rolls his eyes at her dig. "Okay, that was an accident!"

"Your trigger was jammed," Amy points out with a chuckle.

"Shut up," he mumbles. Jake groans when he finds that Kat is still looking at him. "Fine! I'll quadruple check."

It's not long before Gina has finished prepping the finale of the Jimmy Jab games. Only two photos on the board remain clean from red marks. The bullpen is full of officers who have gathered to watch the last act. "Join hands, one and all, for we have reached the final event of the Jimmy Jabs." Gina smiles. "The obstacle course."

"Good luck," Amy tells Jake. "You're gonna need it."

He laughs, but then he remembers Rosa's ultimatum. "Yes," he says dryly. "We all need luck. Thank you for offering me some."

Gina clasps her hands together. "On your mark, get Seth..." Jake and Amy crouch down in anticipation. "Rogen!"

Kat laughs. "Oh, that was amazing," she praises her sister's creativity.

As Jake and Amy sprint across the bullpen, Gina explains the challenge to the onlookers. "Contestants must make it past the barricade hurdles, then use a bean bag gun to get a snack. They will eat the snack in its entirety."

By this point in the course, Jake is in the lead, leaving Amy in the break room to hurriedly chew her food. They watch Jake return to the bullpen and race into the elevator, frantically pressing the buttons to get the doors to close behind him.

"Come on, Ames," Kat cheers. She smiles proudly as Amy forces herself to swallow the snack and sprint out to the elevator.

"Come on," Jake yells in frustration. "Close, close, close, close!" Right as the doors start to close, Amy leaps into the elevator with a triumphant grin.

"Next, they will head down to the first floor where they will locate a pamphlet about bullying," Gina continues.

Not even two minutes later, they're back into the bullpen and running over to the desk in front of Holt's office with computers on top. The task is to print out a picture of Gina. The twist? The laptops are all from nineteen-eighty-two.

Jake is the first to press print, but as he tries to run across the final stretch, he's sprayed with the fire extinguisher by Scully. "Surprise twist!" Gina's voice booms out.

Kat can't help but laugh as Jake is forced onto his knees, unable to see through the foam. But then she notices that Amy is still lingering by the computers. "Amy," she yells. Her best friend quickly looks to her. "Run!"

Taking a deep breath, Amy grabs the prize chair and uses it as a shield to block the foam as she makes her way across the bullpen and to the printer. "No broken rolly wheels," she exclaims. Amy grabs her picture from the printer and jumps in the air with joy. "I did it! I took my time, I wasn't a crazy idiot, and I won!" A few people chuckle as she breaks out into song and victory dance.

But their celebrations are cut off when she bumps into someone, and spins around to find Captain Holt.

Katherine freezes in horror as she realises that the floor is covered in foam. "Oh no," she says quietly. "You're early! You're not meant to be back for another ten minutes!"

Terry looks to her and shakes his head in disappointment. "That's what you're getting out of this?"

"What's going on here?" Holt asks as he surveys his precinct.

Everyone stays silent.

Terry's eyes narrow. "Someone answer him, now! Santiago! Peralta! Boyle?"

Charles points to the detective stood beside him. "Hitchcock is very handsome," he states.

"Why, thank you, Boyle," Hitchcock smiles.

Holt's eyes scan the bullpen, landing on each of his detectives pointedly. "No one has anything to say?"

"Captain, what you just saw was the Jimmy Jab games," Rosa says.

"It's a bunch of challenges we play to pass the time," Kat speaks up. She keeps her head raised high as Holt and Terry's eyes land on her.

"I won!" Amy closes her eyes immediately.

"It's stupid. But we like it."

"Clean this up now," Holt orders. "Linetti, in my office."

Kat grimaces at his sharp tone of voice. As she walks into the office, she closes the door behind her. "Sir, I am so sorry. I understand if you want to suspend me."

He shakes his head as he sits down in his chair. "I'm not suspending you, Sergeant." She breathes out a sigh of relief. "But I am very disappointed in you."

"That's fair, Captain," she nods. "Am I allowed to say something that might change your mind about the suspension?"

Holt leans back in the chair. "Go ahead."

"What happened might not have been responsible, but... a group of super impulsive and immature adults survived half a day without you. The Jimmy Jabs might be distracting and it looked like the squad was a disaster, but it gave us something to do. Personally, I think this was a far better option than letting Peralta set fire to the kitchen again."

The captain ponders her words for a moment. "Okay," he simply says. 

Kat's eyes widen in surprise. "I'm still not suspended?"

"Sergeant?"

She hums.

"Get out of my office."

"Copy that."

⋆。 ﾟ✩。 ⋆。 ﾟ☀︎。 ⋆

Even after twenty minutes, they're still mopping up the aftermath of the Jimmy Jabs in the bullpen. Fire extinguisher foam had gotten all over their desks, so it was difficult to try and carefully clean any affected files and paperwork. "The Serbian president's plane is wheels up," Holt announces. "Report to your motorcade positions immediately. Let's go!"

They all grab their bags to head out to the squad cars waiting for them. "Hey," Rosa calls out. Jake pauses and turns around to her and Kat. "You gave it a good try."

"But still failed epically," the blonde remarks. "Sorry you lost. Actually, I'm not sorry, you deserved it."

Jake sighs. "I let Amy win," he reveals. Their eyes widen. "You're right. I'm not over her." They take the stairs instead of the elevator and he glances to Diaz as he remembers their bet. "Oh, by the way, if you want your two-hundred dollars, I can interest you in a check that will definitely bounce."

Kat shakes her head in amusement. "I told you," she tells him. "You're broke."

"You will pay me in cash," Rosa states firmly.

Jake dips his head in agreement, but then he notices the look Kat is giving him. "Look, I thought I was over Amy, but clearly I'm not, you know?" He opens the door to let them outside. "I'm just as frustrated as you guys!"

"We aren't frustrated," Rosa retorts. "But I am not enjoying this."

"Me either," Kat agrees. Her brows furrow as they stop before one of the squad cars. "It's not like you to get hung up on a girl, Jake."

"I don't know what to do," he admits.

"You call Katie," Rosa replies. "That's what you do." She hands him a folded yellow note that contains her friend's phone number. "Only way to move on is to move on whether you think you're ready to or not. Gotta get out there, man."

Realising that his best friend would have taken the response to heart, Jake's eyes linger on Kat for a few moments in worry. They're both going through a similar situation. "All right," he tells Rosa. "Thank you."

"Good luck."

And boy would he need it.

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