Jake Peralta One Shots

Safe House

Written in context of episode "Christmas" 11x01

TW: Self Harm

When Jake got called into Holt's office, he was very nervous. 'He's going to yell at me for slacking, maybe even fire me' Jake thought to himself as he got up from his chair. When Jake was 15 he'd been diagnosed with depression, and he developed some unhealthy coping mechanisms on the way. But he takes his medication and goes to his therapist regularly when life gets harder. But no one in the squad knew, and he wanted it to stay that way.

He shook his thoughts away as he entered his boss' office, closing the door behind him as he entered. He turned around noticing a man seated i front of Holt.

"Thank you for joining us Peralta, this is Deputy Chief Gerber" Captain Holt said as he sat down in his chair. Jake stuck his hand out to Gerber as he wished them both a Merry Christmas. The meeting went on, talking about how Captain Holt had received a number of death threats, and that he'd chosen Jake as his security detail. This information delighted Jake, and was far better than what he initially thought the meeting was about.

Jake spent the next few hours monitoring Holt closely, coming up with cool code names and obsessing over Holt's safety. He was also very relieved that he now had an excuse for not working.

When Holt tried to go home despite the currents threats, Jake decided to lure him to a safe house, but once the captain caught onto his plan he tried to leave again. Resulting in Jake's horrible (or amazing, who's to say?) decision to handcuff himself to his boss. Captain Holt was definitely not happy about that, but it was to late now. Jake would've been lying if he said he didn't enjoy being handed this mission, but that wasn't the only reason he was doing it. Sure he was obviously also doing it for Holt's protection. But he was also doing it because he knew that if he'd just been sitting and wallowing in his own thoughts by his desk... Well let's just say that his day would've been a lot harder rather than exciting. But he was very good at hiding his illness from his friends, he'd had multiple episodes and no one'd noticed. If there'd been a sport in pretending to be fine, he'd win.

As the to men were sitting on the couch, still handcuffed to each other, Jake felt his wrist start to hurt. He'd bandaged in earlier, after covering his arms with cuts, as a pain reliever. It was one of the many unhealthy coping mechanisms that helped him get through the day. He stopped right in the middle of explaining one of the many ways he was like John McClane, wincing while trying to adjust his handcuffs. They were irritating his cuts, and Jake started to feel blood seeping through his bandages.

"Are you alright Peralta?" Holt asked. Jake panicked, the last thing he wanted was for his boss to see how weak we was.

"Me? I'm totally fine, the handcuffs are just a little tight." Holt eyed him suspiciously before replying.

"If you were to release your self from these handcuffs, I think your obvious discomfort would subside."

"No it's totally fine, see?" Jake said as he took his hands away, still in pain but pretending not to be. Holt looked down at the younger detectives wrist only to see blood seeping through the cuff of his grey hoodie.

"Peralta there is blood on your wrist, please give me the keys so I can unlock the handcuffs and inspect your injury" Holt said, but that only made Jake panic more.

"No no no, I'm telling you I am completely fi-" He was by cut off by a sharp pain caused by moving his arm. Now Holt definitely wasn't gonna drop it.

"You are clearly in pain as a result of whatever injury you have, now give me the keys" Jake was about to protest before being interrupted by Holt. "That is a direct order." And although that definitely made Jake want to give it to him, he wasn't going down without a fight.