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Fawn

"Here we are," Jake exclaims as he pulls up against the curb, the car's engine spluttering slightly as the ignition is switched off. Looking out of the passenger side window, I see light blurring from all windows and after I step out of the vehicle, I hear some faint jazz music coming from inside the Captain's house.

"Are you sure that you're feeling up to this?" Jake asks for the tenth time and I reassure him that I'm fine, for the tenth time. "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just got stabbed," I reply, a small chuckle leaving my lips. I ignore his smirk and eye roll response as we walk up to the front door, the music growing slightly louder. I ring the doorbell, knock a few times and wait for someone to answer.

When Amy opens the door, she smiles at us both and welcomes us inside. As soon at I walk inside, there's a distinct smell of new books and aged wine. I look around to see the house decorated very specifically; there's a distinct vintage style throughout, varying from the furniture to the decorations. There are plants almost in every corner of each room and when I peer into the next room, I see a table filled with various edibles and beverages. 

"Sorry we're slightly late," I tell Amy as I hang my black coat on a nearby peg, "Jake couldn't stop obsessing over my gaming console." Amy lets out a small laugh, along with Jake's grumbles, as she leads into the living room where everyone is gathered. When we enter the room, the group cheers and claps - including Scully and Hitchcock this time - and Rosa hands me a glass of cider. 

"Thanks guys, this is an overly sweet get together for me surviving a break-in," I start, a small air of laughter following, "but I really appreciate it. I haven't been at the precinct long, but I already feel supported and noticed by everyone, so thank you all very much." I raise my glass up with everyone else, another round of cheers erupt in the room and then, everyone starts to chat amongst the group. Jake parts from my side and walks over to Charles, so I decide to talk to Captain Holt and who I deduct is his husband.

Just as I reach them, Holt turns around and gives me a slight smile, before he gestures to the blonde haired man beside him. "Detective Hamilton, this is my husband Kevin. Kevin, this is Detective Fawn Hamilton," Holt introduces as I accept the handshake from Kevin, who gives me a satisfied smile. "You were right, Raymond, she does have a good and firm handshake." A small chuckle leaves my lips at his comment, remembering a similar one from the Captain when we first met in the precinct. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kevin," I reply, politely smiling at him. "I feel like we should be thanking you for your efforts in protecting the country. Raymond told me that you previously worked in the armed forces." I nod my head and tell him that I was in the army for just over ten years, before I switched jobs and decided to become a police detective. 

"Wow, I commend you on your bravery for choosing such a tense and challenging profession," Kevin responds, his tone carrying a sense of patriotism and pride. I'm very glad that he doesn't ask what initiated my career switch and instead, I happily answer some questions that both he and Captain Holt have about generally working in the armed forces.

As the evening continues, I spend some more time with the squad. Drinks are drunk, snacks are eaten and stories are shared. I practically jump at the opportunity to tell funny stories about Jake from high school, which he cringes at but also laughs along with them. When he tells stories about me, they're mainly about how I'd threaten to beat up anyone who tried to mess with him in anyway, with a couple of funny moments thrown in here and there. 

People slowly start to leave the gathering as the evening gets later and when practically everyone has left, Jake speaks up and says that we should get going. "Thank you for putting this together, the evening has been wonderful," I say to both Captain Holt and Kevin, as Jake and I get our things together to leave. 

"It was a pleasure having you, Hamilton," Kevin replies, giving me a small smile, "I hope that perhaps at some point in the future, you'd join us for dinner. I would love to hear more about you." I smile back and tell him that I'd be delighted to do that, much to Jake's shock. "You've never invited me over for dinner before! Can I come over for dinner at some point?" He asks, to which both Kevin and Captain Holt's faces become significantly serious.

Moaning like a child, Jake plods outside to his car, as I follow him and try not to laugh at his immaturity. After a few minutes of driving, I realise that we're not heading back to my apartment as we're going the opposite way. When I bring it to Jake's attention, he looks at me with confusion. 

"Well, you can't exactly go back to your apartment, can we? It's been broken into and the cops will be there, cleaning it up and stuff," he responds. "Ah, right. I could just check into a hotel then?"

Clearly that was not the right response to Jake's statement as he dramatically stamps on the brakes and the car screeches to a halt, right in the middle of the road. Alarmingly, there are no other cars behind us, so it's not as big of an issue as it could be. 

"Christ, Jake! What was that for?" I exclaim as he starts the car up again, I push various stray hairs out of my face and correct my seatbelt, which has tightened up right against my chest. "There's no way you're staying at some hotel, considering that your own home got broken into only last night. I have a spare bed in my apartment, so you can stay at mine for the night."

Well... alright.

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