They'd only been partners for about 5 weeks. Granted, he'd already emptied most of Terry's yogurt supply into her top draw just to annoy her (though he couldn't decide whether it was worth it really—Terry had been pretty mad); so their relationship was a little strained. Bar the dozens of cases that passed over their desks every week, they didn't really work together. In fact, they didn't really sit and chat about anything and everything until their first stakeout.

She'd got the coffee, he'd brought the blanket and the entertainment. At least, he claimed that he'd brought the entertainment, you'd have to have held a gun to Amy's head for her to admit it was true. That'd been how she'd first learned of his 'crushing debt', he'd laughed and joked about how he could barely afford to get them a coffee before following it with a sincere "no but seriously".  She'd offered a weak smile in response, that being one of the first genuine things she'd done for him.

On a park bench opposite a large apartment building and several 24hour stores, the partners sat in uncomfortable silence for 20 minutes before Jake offered a small game of 'two truths and a lie' to cut through the tension.

Amy had started off pretty lamely, she must admit. Her lie was a bit obvious.
-I have seven brothers
-I'm allergic to dogs
-I can speak fluent Portuguese

She claimed to completely forget that Jake had seen her resume and also heard her telling the Sarge that she only spoke 2 languages fluently, English and Spanish (though she prides herself in what little French, Arabic and Italian she knows).

Jake hadn't been much better on that first round.
-I have Die Hard action figures
-I have enough e-numbers for the week in my breakfast alone
-My Dad left when I was 3

He then admitted his dad wasn't bad enough to leave him that young, though he did think aloud at whether it would've bothered him less had he have been younger. Jake then rushed to defend his action figures, claiming 'they're at my Mom's house' and 'I haven't seen them since I was 15'. Amy noticed he hadn't even tried to defend the amount of e-numbers in his breakfast burrito.

The game continued, Jake learnt that Amy wasn't in 'the Harry Potter smart house' (his words) and was in fact, a Gryffindor. She'd scoffed and remarked about Pottermore not being entirely accurate and then they'd both taken the test on Jake's phone, Amy coming out as a Gryffindor, much to her dismay, and Jake as a Hufflepuff.
["That sounds lame, what's the badass one?"
"Hufflepuffs are actually pretty cool. Cedric was...-"
"Sounds like some kind of kids TV show where the Hufflepuffs save the day or something."]

She sipped her coffee and looked at him like he was crazy. Having kept his phone from her sight for a second, he was able to switch from the internet tab he had open and to his camera. He snapped a picture.

"Peralta, you delete that now!" She said, suddenly horrified.

"Aww, come on, Ames, it's cute." He showed it to her just out of arms reach. Her pristine bun had some shine to it from the streetlight above them and her eyebrows were creeping up to her hairline, coffee pressed against her lip.

"Jake, come on..." she pleaded.

"Hey, it's cool, it's not like I'm gonna send it anywhere." He lowered his voice as he caught a glimpse of their perp over her shoulder. "Don't look now, but I think our first stakeout's gonna be a massive success."