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It’s 7:03 AM when Amy smooths out the last crease in her blouse. She pauses, staring at herself in the mirror above her sink, only half-hearing the sounds of Jake somewhere out in the bedroom. She takes a deep breath against the nerves dancing in the pit of her stomach, running her hands down her sides one last time.
She’s going back to work today, for the first time in nearly a year. It’s only desk duty - she’s still got another two weeks of physical therapy before her doctor will even consider clearing her for active duty - but it’s a major step in the right direction. She smiles, and in her reflection she can clearly see her own nerves.
Jake knocks on the slightly ajar bathroom door and she turns to face him as the door swings open. He’s leaning against the side of the doorframe, an excited grin on his face; just the sight of him calms her nerves considerably. “You almost ready, detective ?”
“I still don’t get why we have to be ready so early,” she says, brushing past him to get back into her bedroom. She feels him following her, back a few paces, probably openly ogling her in her old familiar burgundy pant suit that she knows he’s always particularly liked. Her purse is hanging off the back of her desk chair, along with her suit jacket, and she grabs both before turning back to face him. “Our shift doesn’t start for an hour and a half.”
“I know,” Jake says, and his grin is conspiratorial in a way that reminds her of the early days of their partnership, when his main mode of communication was practical jokes at her expense. “I wanted to take you out to breakfast before your first day back.”
She narrows her eyes suspiciously. “The whole squad is waiting for us, aren’t they?”
He blinks. “What? No.”
“Yes they are.”
“They’re not , do you really think I’d be able to convince Gina to get out of bed before eight o’clock?”
“What did you bribe her with?”
He stares a beat longer before his shoulders slump. “I have to file all Holt’s paperwork for a week,” he mutters. Amy rolls her eyes. “It’ll be worth it, though, just - act surprised when we get there, okay? Please?”
She leans back into her dresser as he approaches, lifting her arms up to drape them over his shoulders to pull him down to her level. She kisses him softly, smiling against his lips when he hums against her, and when she pulls back the look on his face is dazed. “I promise I’ll act surprised.” She says quietly.
He kisses the end of her nose and then bounds of of the bedroom, leaving her alone and laughing as she shrugs her jacket on. Sunlight is only just beginning to pour through her bedroom window, casting long columns of light across her neatly made bed, but before she can worry herself over the dust motes dancing through those shafts of light she hears her front door open on the other side of her apartment. “Ames, you ready?” Jake calls.
Amy takes one last look at herself in the mirror - shoulders squared, chin raised high - and she smiles.
“I’m ready.”