━━ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!
( old school stylez )

⋆        "𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟! 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 get one shot at this, Peralta. If you fail this shot, I will never speak to you again," Oscar spoke as he held his nose, keeping his mouth covered. Jake nodded as he coughed,  plugging his nose as well. The stench of Scully's shoes was haunting the precinct, and the detectives had enough and decided to do a suicide mission. They were going to get the shoes.

"Don't worry; I know what I'm doing. I saw the first fifteen of The Hurt Locker; I'm hoping it will work in my favour," Jake said as he started using one of the extenders they found in one of the lockers. Jake coughed slightly as he bent down, trying to estimate the time of grabbing the boots at Scully's desk.

"Hurry! The stench is too much!" Rosa said as she inhaled quickly, trying to breathe.

"We got get those shoes out of here! I swear to god, I think I'm losing my sight to the stench of these shoes," Kaden said as he coughed out the sentence before they tried to cover their nose, hiding behind Oscar. "How much time do we have?"

"Scully ate his pot pie, so we probably got ten minutes left before he woke up from his nap; Oscar made sure to see that it was indeed a pot pie, so we have an advantage," Charles said as he glanced over to Oscar, who nodded as he pulled up his shirt to cover his mouth and nose, the stench truly becoming too much.

"It will be twelve if he's turkey tired...." Jake whispered as he moved the robot controller towards Scully. "All right, come to Papa! Oh━ oh no, it's trapped! Abort mission!" Jake said as Scully's leg fell onto the grabber, and Oscar groaned as he rubbed his eyes out of frustration. Charles perked up next to him and muttered something before he smiled.

"I have an idea."

Now Oscar wasn't expecting that in two minutes, he would see Charles in a bomb suit. Everyone backed up, getting Charles to take charge of the situation, where he picked up the stinky shoes with an extended grabber. It was time for the ending as Charles finally put them in the trash bag. The squad started heading outside as Jake placed the shoes onto a cinderblock. Everyone stood behind the roadblocks as Jake held up a remote with a red button.

"Let's send these shoes to hell," Jake said as he pressed the button, activating the explosion; the shoe parts flew to different parts of the area. At first, it seemed like a great idea, but then the stench worsened as the detectives started covering their faces. Oscar coughed, looking over to the others, who were getting up from their knees behind the barricade.

"Yep, just smells worse than before! Oh, ugh! Abort! Abort!" Jake yelled as he ran towards the building, with Oscar following close behind and the rest of the squad following. Once they got inside, surrounded by fresh air, Oscar could exhale deeply. He looked over to Jake as he raised his eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips.

"Well, that went well."

"I swore that was going to work really well! But that's the last time I'll ever explode Scully's shoes ━ worst plan of the century," Jake said as he chuckled, despite his eyes telling another story as he started to scratch the back of his head to take away the awkwardness of his failures. Oscar shrugged his shoulders, still looking into Jake's eyes, feeling the nervousness that Jake had previously faded away, falling into a comfortable rhythm.

"Hey, it wasn't a terrible plan; it just had a bad ending, unfortunate. But, hey, you'll get 'em next time, Jake; it's not a terrible start to the day just yet," Oscar said as he placed his hands into his pockets and started walking towards the precinct's stairs, where Jake followed him. The pair walked close to each other, comfortably quiet with each other's company, neither one without the other as they made their way up the stairs to their floor.

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⋆        𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 his chair, placing his hands behind the back of his head, spinning around softly. He glanced up at the ceiling, looking around, matching the ceiling lights' chains with each other ━ generally trying to distract his mind from the case in front of him. Oscar knew he needed a break from constantly reading over information, but everything he was getting led to the same conclusion. After the ceiling became boring, he sat up a little, spinning around towards Jake's desk. Oscar peered over to see what he was doing, noticing a book in his hands.

"Whoa! Why are you here before me? Am I asleep? Is this a dream?" Amy spoke as she walked into the Bullpen from the elevator. Oscar checked his wristwatch, and he realised that Amy was correct. It was strange to see Jake so early, seeing as the majority of the time, he pressed snooze throughout all alarms, or he was somehow late most of the time.

"I am early because Jimmy Brogan is here today!"

"Why do you care so much about some old reporter?" Amy questioned as she settled her jacket on the back of the seat before sitting down. At this point, Oscar had wheeled over, placing some hand━written notes about the case on her desk, in which Amy thanked him.

"Some old reporter? Is the sky just some big blue hat that the world wears?"

"No. And no one has ever thought that," Amy said before crossing her arms.

"Well, uh, I━ I mean, yeah, I never think about that," Oscar said as he quickly recovered when he noticed Amy's bewildered look. Oscar chuckled, trying to avoid the confrontation, but Jake took the lead and continued the topic.

"Jimmy Brogan wrote The Squad about badass New York cops in the '70s. It's the best book I've ever read, and I've read fifteen books."

"Huh, fifty books, that's not even━ wait... fifteen?" Amy looked up from her files, looking astonished by Jake's answer. Oscar also raised an eyebrow, blinking slowly as he tried to question Jake whether he had meant that answer, but he was speechless. No sound came out, and Jake looked at the two of them, not noticing their expressions as Charles walked into the conversation.

"The Squad made me decide to become a Detective, and it was my first book report! Let's say I was asked to stay behind after class... Fun side note! I later lost my virginity to Mrs Stratton's daughter; it was━ very fast."

"Nice!" Charles said, which got weird looks from everyone that surrounded Charles, which was expected. Oscar smiled softly as he glanced into his coffee cup, trying to drink before wiping the steam off his glasses. However, before Charles could defend himself from his statement, Captain Holt grabbed Jake's attention as he walked into the Bullpen with someone beside him — which caused Charles to grab his coffee from the machine quickly.

"Mr Brogan, these are my detectives, Santiago, Peralta and Winchester."

"Sir, I am a huge fan of your book. Would you mind signing my copy?" Jake said as he stood up to give the man his book. The man nodded as he grabbed a pen from his jacket pocket and started signing with his signature.

"I'd love to. It's always nice to meet a fan."

"You can just make it out to Death Wish because that's what everyone calls me, 'cause I'm always the first through the door," Jake said, straightening his back as he tried to make himself look more impressionable. Oscar stifled a laugh as he looked over to Amy, who did the same, and raised his eyebrow, not quite believing what Jake was doing.

"You go through doors normally━" Amy said and directed to Oscar.

"━And everyone calls you Pineapples," Oscar smiled before crossing his arms. Jake looked at him with shock, his mouth agape before quickly closing it. He looked over to Jimmy, who was glancing at him, and he shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes to pretend he didn't care about what they said. Deep down, Oscar could see the twinkle in his eye, sensing that he wished to laugh about the brilliant comeback. Of course, Jimmy Brogan was in the room, so a different expression had to be used.

"My grandma calls me pineapples, and I regret telling the both of you that," Jake said before looking at Jimmy, hoping to change the topic. "Those New York cops from the '70s you wrote about were my idols. I mean, Gaminsky, Cavanaugh, Quigg! Those guys were the real deal."

"I once saw Gaminsky choke a hippy to death with his ponytail."

"Illegal."

"Not possible."

"Love that!"

"Mr Brogan is writing an article about how Brooklyn detectives have changed in the last thirty━five years since The Squad. He'll be observing the three of you on your Internet theft case. I hope Mr Brogan's presence doesn't prove to be a distraction to you, Peralta." Captain Holt said as he looked to the pair, directing the rest of his tone towards Jake.

"Distracted? Me? No, sir. Evil would love that. But I'm not giving evil the satisfaction... Not today," Jake said, deepening his voice to sound dramatic, which caused Oscar to cover his mouth from blurting out. He felt a nudge against his rib, with Jake trying to elbow him to stop laughing at his embarrassment.

"Where's the can? I gotta unload."

"'Unload', great choice of words, incredible!" Jake said before directing Jimmy to the men's bathroom. Oscar smiled as he watched the pair leave but couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about Jimmy. Something about his persona wasn't convincing Oscar enough for him to prove to Jake that he may not be the man that he so hoped for.

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⋆        "𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗔𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗗 tiny scanners inside ATMs to steal card numbers and pins, which essentially they sell on the Internet," Amy explained to Jimmy as he sat across from her in the witness chair. Oscar stood behind Amy's chair, watching as she flipped through the different databases on the computer while Jake was sitting next to Jimmy.

"Oh, okay," Jake said as he crossed his arms, mimicking Jimmy's movements.

"Good God! Why do you smell like an ashtray?"

"Oh, sorry, Mom. It's the only way I can cope with the stress of the job," Jake finished speaking as he glanced over to Jimmy. Oscar fought the urge to give a massive eye roll as he watched the two converse, even though he didn't have the heart to destroy Jake's hope. But, at the same time, he didn't like how it was becoming a regular thing between Jake and Jimmy.

"Pfft, well then. Anyway, we're running an algorithm to comb through the transaction looking for a pattern, which will hopefully get us a lead on the perp's IP address," Amy said, disregarding Jake's statement as she looked proudly at the information. Jimmy, however, seemed bored.

"Got it. 'Boring mumbo jumbo'," Jimmy said as he wrote it down in the notepad. Oscar gritted his teeth and exhaled, trying to breathe the frustration out. He couldn't believe the disrespect coming out of this man's mouth and held back his words, unwilling to start an argument.

"Well, you could think of the algorithm as a boot and the IP address as some poor slob's skull," Jake said as Oscar glared at him, but Jimmy shrugged his shoulders at the metaphor.

"You know? We used to call guys who bragged about sitting around all day Hairbags. Except for Detective Finaldi. No, he had to sit around all day. A mafia thug pried both his kneecaps off with a crowbar," Jimmy crossed his arms, trying to come across as impressionable, especially towards Jake. Oscar sighed, not believing a single word, but poor Jake took the bait.

"Gah, so lucky,"

"This kind of data━driven police work has reduced crime by over 70%, " Oscar said, standing up to the older man. He knew it was disrespectful, but Jimmy deserved it. "There's no reason to be such a━ whatever; just don't question how we do things around here; it's different from when it was your time."

"I know hair bag work when I see it. Do me a favour; wake me when your shift is over," Jimmy said before resting his head on the chair. Oscar rolled his eyes again before looking surprised. He was out cold almost immediately.

"That scumbag is dead asleep, wow."

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⋆        "𝗨𝗠, 𝗦𝗜𝗥? 𝗔𝗥𝗘 you available right now? Could I have a moment to talk about the drug case? Rosa isn't here at the moment, so I have no one to report back to," Oscar spoke as he knocked on Captain Holt's door before entering. Captain Holt nodded as he pointed to the chair before his desk. Oscar took the seat before the door opened, and Jake came in, surprised to see Oscar also there.

"You know how we've been trading favours back and forth, and now it's your turn to give me one?"

"None of that is true."

"Yeah, well, it is now! Please, can I just jump onto a sweet mob━related homicide?" Jake said as he begged, pouting his lips towards Captain Holt. Oscar straightened his back, squaring out his shoulders before reaching up to adjust his glasses. He was unwilling to turn around and face Jake, knowing he wouldn't have any words to say. He tried so hard to change Jake's mind about the man that Jimmy was, but at the same time, Jake was his best friend, so he had to stand on the side and watch the pair converse.

"There is no sweet mob━related on which to jump."

"Boom! There's one at the seven━three. Maybe I should roll over there and help out! Brogan can tag along, maybe write some stuff down?" Jake said, continuing his attempt at puppy eyes towards Captain Holt. Oscar sighed, looking through his files, trying not to make eye contact with Jake.

"Why do you idolise that man and the time he wrote about?" Captain Holt questioned Jake as he took off his readers. Oscar's ears perked at the question, his mind intrigued to see what Jake would say.

"Because the '70s were amazing. I mean! Everyone had thick, juicy moustaches, and all the clothes were orange and flammable!" Jake said excitedly, and before Captain Holt could continue, Oscar stood up and turned around, facing Jake.

"The '70s weren't a great time for the city, especially with the departments around, as white, straight men ran it. There was corruption, brutality, sexism, and homophobia that plagued the city. Weirdly, you romanticise this, especially with someone like Jimmy Brogan, whom you idolise so much; it scares me," Oscar said as he placed the folders underneath his arm. "Amy, Rosa, myself, and even Kaden would have never made the team."

"And an openly gay man like me would never have been given a command. There were very few black detectives. Did I ever tell you what my first day on the job was like? They thought that I was turning myself in," Captain Holt spoke, and Oscar couldn't help but gesture towards Jake, trying to make sure that it was drilled into his head.

"Ah, yeah, that's really messed up... But━ but the guys that Brogan wrote about? They were great detectives; I mean, they were legit!"

"Some of them were legit."

"Some of them were just Brogan's drinking buddies."

"Sir, that is a brilliant idea!"

"It wasn't an idea. It was a scathing indictment of your hero."

"Eh, six of one!" Jake finished as he left the office quickly. Oscar exhaled, not realising that his chest was holding so much air. He had never meant to relinquish the aggression he had been saving for Jimmy Brogan. He looked down at his files, remembering the sole purpose of why he was in Captain Holt's office. Oscar turned to face Holt, not realising that he was watching Oscar's movements.

"You know your history, Winchester."

"My mother used to be a historian but worked at the archives at the library."

"Used to? Is she dismissed from her job?"

"Something like that."

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⋆        "𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗪𝗛𝗢'𝗦 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘," Amy said as she turned to Oscar, who got the cue to look towards the elevator, where a tired━looking Jake started to walk towards their desk. His hand reached towards his head as he slightly stumbled in his walk.

"How was your night of old━school drink, hm?"

"Pretty hungover, I see?" Oscar said as he gave a smirk as Jake went to sit down at his desk.

"Shh! Turn off both of your mouths sirens...."

"Here are the texts I got from you last night; quite entertaining, I must say," Oscar said as he pulled out his phone. "'Best night ever!' 'Why scotch burn so good?' 'Are you related to dat guy in Supernatural?' 'Who's the friend of yours with the red nose?' And lastly... A picture of you on the subway platform eating Chinese chicken salad with no shirt on," Oscar chucked as he scrolled through the text messages before putting his phone away. He had to admit, it was nice getting the shirtless photo, but that's another day. God knows Kaden would make fun of him for even keeping the photo.

"Well, last night was incredible! We had an epic night of bonding that I will never forget! Man, I wonder if Brogan's okay. He's 65 and drank two bottles of scotch. He might as well be dead━"

"He looks fine to me," Amy said as she pointed to the entrance of the Bullpen, and Brogan walked towards the desks, not stumbling as Jake was before. Oscar covered his mouth with his hand, hiding behind the smirk as Jake's eyes widened in shock.

"Morning, kid! How are you doing?"

"Uh, hey! So good. I feel great and don't think it's burning hot here!"

"Well, I'm around, so grab me if anything develops in your case."

"You got it!" Jake said as Brogan walked away before wincing at the pat━it was more of a smack━that he received on his back. "That hurt so bad! Let me know when he's gone so I can slide onto the cool floor."

"He's gone," Oscar whispered as he sipped on his coffee. He watched Jake smile as he slid out of his chair slowly.

"Mmm! Oh, my whole body has a dry mouth!" Jake said as he lay on the floor, cuddling his leather jacket. Oscar couldn't help but smile softly as he went up to fill a cup of water before resting it on the floor next to Jake. He walked away before he could hear Jake respond with a one━liner that would leave Oscar wondering for weeks what he meant.

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⋆        "𝗢𝗛, 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗗𝗜𝗗 did I do this?" Jake groaned as he looked through the files in front of him. Oscar overheard Jake's sentence and turned around in his chair, only to see that Jake was already rolling his chair over to Oscar's desk. Oscar cleared room for him to place the files on his desk.

"According to your text, you were having 'the beef light of my loaf', not even going to question your grammar━" Oscar said as he chuckled before Jake shook his head.

"What? No, no. I meant, why did I use this algorithm?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're only tracking people who use the stolen cards. They might not be the same as the ones who stole them. Here, switch seats with me," Jake said as he got up, and Oscar did the same as the pair switched seats. When Jake sat down, he raised his eyebrow before looking over to Oscar, who looked confused.

"What's the matter with you━"

"Your butt is warm," Jake said as he giggled, and Oscar gasped as his eyes widened.

"Wow, my butt is completely normal; I have absolutely no idea what you mean━ your butt's the weird one! Shut up, stop talking about my butt; that's enough," Oscar stammered as he started flustering, which resulted in blushing heavily as he looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Jake smiling.

"I'm not saying it's weird! It's nice!"

"I don't know how to respond to that compliment about my butt."

"Why are we talking about butts?" Amy chimed in as she walked into the conversation, and Oscar covered his face out of embarrassment while Jake giggled softly. Oscar groaned in his hands as he looked at Amy, not wanting to make eye contact with her.

"We're talking about Oscar's warm butt━"

"Enough about my butt!"

"Okay, all right, moving on from butts. So, if we ignore all these fraudulent purchases and go back far enough... Here! Someone posted the stolen card numbers online from this IP address!"

"Not bad! You actually found the pattern!" Amy said, genuinely impressed, as she looked over to the two men who started to get up from their seats to get ready. Oscar grabbed his jacket, and Jake was still sitting in his seat. Before Oscar could take his jacket, Jake's hand accidentally placed itself on top of Oscar to boost himself upwards. The two share exchanges, but no words are said ━ it's a common thing nowadays between them.

"All right, let's aspirin up to and roll out!"

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⋆        𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘, Oscar, Jake and Amy returned to the 99th precinct after their massive chase. Their legs were pumping with blood and energy coursing through their veins. Oscar enjoyed the fast pace, reminiscing on the days when he was a part of the track team for college. He enjoyed it, seeing as it was one of the aspects where he could feel calm and relaxed after a long day. He turned to the others, and before he could say something, he noticed that Jake was reading something off his phone, and he grimaced.

"Oh, no." Jake groaned, his throat tightening up from stress.

"What? What's the matter, Jake?" Oscar asked with concern.

"Is it about Brogan?" Amy questioned, and the look on Jake's face was enough to say it all.

"Brogan just sent me the quotes he's gonna run... I slammed Holt like 50 times. Listen. 'Holt would rather I wear a tie than solve a case', 'Holt cares more about clerical errors than catching bad guys' and 'Holt is way too verticulis'? That's not even a word!" Jake said, and Oscar's eyes widened with each quote he said.

"What were you thinking!" Amy whispered, trying not to draw attention.

"We were just hanging out, being old━school. I never wanted it to be a bad thing..."

"You need to fix this, okay? Those quotes cannot run."

"I know, Amy━"

"It would be devastating for Holt and the department," Oscar whispered hastily as he looked into Jake's eyes, sensing the panic in his chest. Jake exhaled before giving a look that meant business.

"Don't worry; I will fix it, Oz. Brogan's a cool guy. We're friends now; I'll talk to him; awesome dude to awesome dude... I should brush my teeth first, though, right?" Jake said as he faced the two, who stood there nodding.

"Mm━hmm."

"Yeah, that's terrible," Jake spoke as he headed towards the elevator, hoping to change something for the future. Oscar hoped Jake for the best and started heading towards his desk with Amy to finish the case. At this point, Oscar hoped he could help Jake through any other means, and if it meant doing the paperwork for him, so be it.

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⋆        𝗢𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥 𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 he checked the time, it was still 12:35 pm, but it felt longer. As he stood up to stretch, he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Jake. He walked towards him, meeting up with Jake in the kitchen. Standing beside him, he could sense that something had gone wrong with Jake. Oscar cocked his head to the side, finally catching Jake's attention as he looked up with scared eyes.

"Hey, how'd it go with Brogan?" Oscar said with uncertainty in his voice.

"Perfect. Except I punched him in the face and made everything a billion times worse.

"What? Jake, I want you to repeat slowly so that I can ensure that what you said is exactly what you said," Oscar said as he placed his hands on Jake's shoulder. Jake's expression said it all, and Oscar took off his glasses to rub his eyes.

"Yeah..."

"Why?" Oscar questioned him as he felt his heart pumping from nervousness.

"He called Holt a really rude word, and something inside me just snapped..."

"Oh, I understand. If you want to talk about━"

"It's all good; I guess I just have some bad relationship with the word," Jake nodded as he headed towards his desk. Oscar looked at the ground before Jake came up.

"I also forgot to thank you for giving me that cup of water the other day; that meant a lot. I'm sorry that I seemed like an asshole before, and so it meant a lot that you still gave me that water," Jake said as he twiddled with the coffee cup. Oscar was taken aback by that statement and cocked his head to the side again and took a step towards Jake's proximity ━ he was surprised to see that Jake didn't back away but looked up to meet Oscar's eye contact.

"It's okay; I would have done it either way. You were a bit of an asshole, but you were reliving your childhood idol dreams; it's okay," Oscar said with a smile as he adjusted his glasses again for the third time ━ , seemingly becoming a nervous tic whenever he was conversing with Jake. Jake smiled and nodded before heading to his desk for real.

Something inside Oscar made him feel like he was alive and free. The butterflies inside him started to fly around his spine, hoping to escape from the darkness into a burst of colour. Instead, Oscar had to keep it down within his heart, knowing that he was still afraid to confess to himself that there was such a thing as love. A chance to be with someone seemed possible, but he didn't know how to grasp that hope.

And for that, the butterflies started to calm down.

At least for another day.

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⋆        "𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗟𝗘𝗧'𝗦 hear it," Jake said as he sat down, waiting for the results of Jimmy's article about the 99th precinct, specifically Captain Holt. Oscar and Amy gathered around as Oscar held the newspaper underneath his arm and coffee cup in the other. He took out the newspaper and scanned a few lines but winced as he caught some foul words.

"Well, it's even worse than I imagined," Amy spoke as Oscar gave her the newspaper.

"Brooklyn's own Jake Peralta perfectly embodies the new face of the NYPD."

"That's not so bad━"

"Who cowers behind his desk all day like the true hair bag that he is."

"There it is."

"The old guard would have eaten a guy like Peralta for breakfast and unloaded him by lunch."

"Well, it's very colourful... And hurtful."

"You can ignore that garbage, Santiago. Jimmy Brogan wouldn't know a legit cop if he punched him in the face," Holt said as he passed by with a cup of coffee. Oscar smiled as he looked at Jake, who looked hurt by the comments but recovered when he noticed Captain Holt standing by his side. Jake looked around and was glad the squad was still standing with him.

"Well, guess I'm done with this," Jake said as he threw away his copy of The Squad. Oscar scoffed as he grabbed the book from him, which surprised Jake as he raised his eyebrow, confused.

"Not good enough; we need to get rid of this book once and for all," Oscar said with a mischievous smile. Jake slowly smiled in response to the mischievous behaviour that Oscar was presented with, and the twinkle in his eye told Oscar that he wanted to know more.

"Maybe one of your brilliant plans that went previously wrong could help with this one?" Oscar said as he hinted at a previous moment towards Jake. it took a moment for Jake to realise what he had meant, and he chuckled, clearly excited.

As Oscar led the squad outside behind the barrier, he placed the book on the podium and jogged back before passing a button to Jake, who thanked him and shared that soft smile.

"You know what to do, Peralta."

"Three! Two! One!" The rest of the squad yelled as they hid behind the roadblocks.

"Welcome to the party, pal!" Jake and Oscar both said at the same time as they both shared a smile at each other. Oscar could have sworn that he saw Jake blushing.

Oscar couldn't help but overanalyze every interaction he had with Jake today, from how he gave the water to him to how Jake made him feel good. Oscar shook his head, thinking that he was overthinking simple interactions. Butterflies in his stomach tend to overlap with many things, but being in love? With Jake Peralta? It was possible, but he didn't want to be stressed.

"God, you two love that movie," Kaden spoke as pages from the book started to rain down onto the pavement. Amy chuckled as she nodded in agreement with Kaden, and both Oscar and Jake couldn't help but shrug their shoulders and give a chuckle. It was better to distract themselves rather than face the facts.

"It's Die Hard!"

𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐒!

i finally have this chapter out!! i apologise for making you all wait for the next chapter, but i was just making sure that all my saved chapters were backed up, seeing as i was transferring everything to a new save file! i am sure to try to get chapters out more frequently, rather than making you all wait <3

𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚!