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Neveah yawned as she walked into the breakroom, tossing her back onto the same table Rosa was sitting herself at, an energy drink in hand.
"What's up with this emergency meeting?" Rosa asked as she sat down. Amy came speed walking past, standing next to a seat near the front.
"Whoa, Detective Santiago." Terry spoke after seeing the woman dressed in a tight, hot pink dress, the Sergeant sitting on a table at the front.
"Big date tonight. How do I look?" Amy asked, looking around at the squad. Neveah looked up to see, eyes slowly trailing up at down Amy's body, a slow whistle following.
"Woah Amy, looking smoking hot. You go girl" Neveah grinned at the detective, holding up a thumbs up.
"Well I think you look" Jake started, pressing a button on his phone, donkey braying noises emitting. "Sorry, that was supposed to be a catcall. I don't know how this thing works" Amy deadpanned, sitting down in the chair.
"Hey, is this why you were getting makeup tips from the prostitute in the holding cell?" Rosa questioned, forearm resting on her motorbike helmet.
"I just wanted to know how she got such smoky eyes" Amy shrugged. "Turns out it was an std rash."
"Detective Peralta has made a collar in the jewellery store heist." Holt spoke as he walked into the room.
"Way to go, Jakey" Charles spoke up, hand up for a high five as Jake pushed it down.
"No. He didn't get sufficient evidence to make it stick, so we have the next 48 hours to fix his mistake." Holt stood behind the lectern, holding up a clipboard, causing everyone to groan.
"What evidence did you have when you arrested this guy?" Amy asked, turned towards Jake, annoyance written all over her face.
"Some pretty ironclad stuff." Jake nodded, explaining what happened. "Case closed?" Amy shook her head in disappointment.
"If we don't find something conclusive, it jeopardizes the case and opens the department up to a lawsuit." Holt explained, arms folded over the top of the lectern. "So cancel your plans. We're here until this is over."
"Damn it, Peralta" Amy threw a hand up. Neveah sighed, throwing a balled up piece of paper at Jake's face.
"Fuck you Peralta, I actually had plans for once." The woman growled, red hair falling into her face.
"Ow, I'm sorry" Jake whined, putting a hand up to his cheek.
"I know everyone's mad at Peralta for ruining their weekend." Holt spoke, seeming like he was going to go on.
"But?" Jake asked after an awkward pause.
"That was it." Holt said. "I was just demonstrating for Detective Peralta what a fact is." The captain then walked out of the briefing room.
