unsolved ≫ jake peralta

V. WELCOME HOME

After less than a day in New York, Ivy quickly realized that the city was far different from any place she'd lived before. Growing up in San Francisco, and living in D.C. now, she was pretty familiar with the ins-and-outs of a big city.

New York was something altogether different. It was more. It was the big city.

Traffic was one thing, she realized, that was especially different from either San Francisco or Washington. In D.C., although she often utilized public transportation, Ivy could still drive from one place to another and not reach the brink of insanity. New York was not so tame.

Detective Peralta drove Ivy through the borough, in search of the new apartment she'd call home during her time in the city.

"Wow, this is ... quite the neighborhood," Jake quipped as the two watched the building numbers for the address provided to Ivy by Geoff. "Nothing like where I live."

Ivy nodded in agreement, knowing nothing she could afford on her meager salary would come close to the high rise buildings in this area of Brooklyn. Good thing the government was paying for it.

Ivy's bags were in the back of the cruiser, along with the binder Detective Santiago made for her. The detectives at the nine-nine were extremely welcoming, and Ivy was grateful for their hospitality. She wasn't there to make friends, though. She was there to solve the case.

"Do you have plans for the evening?" Peralta asked, looking over at Ivy.

"Unpacking, mostly," Ivy replied. "And reviewing the material you and Detective Boyle provided me," she said, holding up the file folder Charles had given her.

Jake nodded. "Well, if you have any spare time, some of the detectives and I, we usually hit up this bar called Shaw's, just down the street from the precinct."

Ivy appreciated the offer, but she had work to do. She didn't need to bond with the detectives on a personal level. She just needed to work the case with them. "Thank you, but I think I'll pass."

Jake nodded, and they remained silent as they watched the street.

"Wait, 317, right?" Jake said, slamming on the breaks as he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

Ivy checked the message on her phone one last time. "317 St. Anne's Place. Yeah, this is it," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt as she peered up at the tall building. "Thank you for the ride," she said, opening the car door.

"Wait, don't you want help carrying your things up?" Peralta asked.

"No, I'll be fine," Ivy said, getting out of the car and opening up the door to the back seat, where her belongings sat.

"Are you sure?" Jake asked, peering up at the tall building that was to be Ivy's home for an indiscernible amount of weeks.

A smirk flickered to Ivy's face. It was clear that the detective just wanted to see what the fancy apartment looked like. "Actually, yes. Detective Santiago's binder is quite heavy, and I have all the case information from Boyle."

"Great!" He parked the car and hopped out, rushing over to help Ivy with her things. "Amy does tend to go a little binder-crazy," he said, taking the large book.

He locked the cruiser and they headed towards the building. A burly doorman greeted them, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. "Name, please?" He asked in a gruff voice.

"There's a doorman!" Jake happily whispered beside Ivy, a grin on his face.

"Ivy Auden," Ivy replied. "I'm moving today."