The Newbie [Jake Peralta]

Why?

"I will never trust your taste, ever again" I said, getting out of the elevator next to Amy.

"Oh come on! Mark isn't that bad!" She said, following my straight to my desk.

"What- what's happening here.." Jake said, moving to see what was going on.

"Amy set me up with one of her friends, she's been trying to get me to go out with him for months," I said, sitting to my desk, "It was probably the worst date ever.."

"Oh come on, Mark isn't that bad!" She said, sitting on the side of the desk as Jake took his seat opposite me.

"Did you know he went to Cornell? Because I could tell you every little thing about his time as a student there!" I said in a tiny bit of frustration, "I'm getting some coffee.."

As I left my desk, Amy looked down to see a very annoyed look of Jakes face.

"What the hell Amy!" He said in sort of a whisper shout.

"What?! She's single I was helping out a friend, I mean I probably could have done a better job but-"

"No as in, what the hell, I really wanted to ask Riley out. I really like her!" He said in an annoyed tone.

"Well, I haven't seen you try make a move, neither of you seem to.." Amy remarked, thinking she could dig herself out of this one.

"No more, no more setting her up with people.." Jake swiftly replied, returning to his case.

It was similar to an epiphany, but she would say it was a stork of pure genius realisation.

"Your jealous! You're really, really jealous!" She said, raising her tone.

"Keep your voice down!" Jake scowled, "I'm only a small bit jealous!" He replied in a less loud tone, telling one of the biggest lies he had ever told.

Because who was he kidding? The thought of Riley being out, on a date, with another man had simply killed him. He hyper-fixated on it all day, resulting in the same main question of, why? Why did she agree to see this guy? Why would Amy do this to him? Why did she not seem to like him in the way he liked her?

Over at the coffee machine similar thoughts were racing through my head. Why did he seem so unbothered by the date? Why did I accept the date? Why do I seem to like him in a way that he doesn't like me?

It didn't matter, well to me it did, but to the murder case were were assigned, it wasn't important. Although my mind would briefly slip into an endless field of unanswerable 'why' questions, I was getting okay and refocusing on the situation at hand.

I was returning to my desk, looking through the file so very carefully, still not being able to come up with any new evidence. I was close to pulling my hair out, the trail was going cold and I knew I had to get back into crime scene.

"I'm taking off, I will solve this case!" I said, peeping over to Jake to let him know I was grabbing my things.

"Do you want me to come?" Jake asked, already grabbing his things.

"A fresh set of eyes could be what I need, your gonna have to drive.." I said, putting on my jacket and headed fo the elevator.

There was an awkward silence between us during the elevator ride, we never had that type of silence. It was always comforting, nice. It was like works didn't need to be used, we just could be comfortable. It was like an irritating, long silence. Something unsaid was keeping us from actually being comfortable.

The car ride was weird too. That same silence filled the can. I hated it, a lot. We couldn't be our usual selfs. I knew I had to asked but I decided to wait until we pulled up at the scene, because procrastination.