Motorcycle Heart

Pilot

PILOT

"This job is eating me alive. I can't breathe anymore. I spent all these years trying to be the good guy, the man in the white hat. I'm not becoming like them," he turns his head dramatically, "I am them."

"Hey! What are you doing, weirdo?" Amy yells back at him.

Jake turns to her, showing that he is in front of a display of TVs in a store, his image multiplied on the screen of each TV, "I'm doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco. Or actually—" he turns back to look at the TVs, "ten of me are doing the best speech from Donnie Brasco. What's up?"

"Get it together, man. Okay?" Amy then looks over to talk to the TV store owner, "so, the store was hit about two hours ago. They took mostly tablets, laptops, and cameras."

She's interrupted by the sound of an '80s hip-hop beat. The camera pans over to show that Jake, messing around with a keyboard, is the source. He guiltily presses a button and the music stops.

"Sorry."

Amy then begins to refer to the store owner again, "I'd like a list of all your employees, whoever had access to the store. I'd also like to apologize for my partner. His parents didn't give him enough attention."

"Uh, Detective...," he interrupts his partner again, "I already solved the case. We're looking for three white males, one of whom has sleeve tats on both arms."

Skeptically, she walks over to him, "And how do you know that?"

"I had an informant on the inside. He's been here for years. Watching, learning. Waiting. His code name?" he grabs the teddy bear, "Fuzzy Cuddle Bear."

Jake turns bear around to show camera on the inside and grins, "He's a nanny cam."

She scoffs, "You got lucky."

"No, I got here five minutes before you and figured that in this gigantic electronics store, there had to be at least one working camera," he looks up at the TVs, which are now displaying a security camera's view of the criminals who ambushed the store, "Oh! Hi, bad guys! You did it, Fuzzy. You busted 'em. It's time to come home."

He holds up Fuzzy and begins to talk in the bear's voice, "I'm not sure if I can. I've been undercover so long, I've forgotten who I am. I have seen terrible things. I haven't known the touch of a woman in many moons."

Amy rolls eyes and walks away, "All right."

"Detective Santiago! Don't walk away from me!" he screams.

~
99th Precinct, Morning Briefing, 8:31 AM.

"Yes, I did crack the case," Jake gloats to the rest of the squad from inside the briefing room, "So, Santiago, would you do the honors?"

Amy sighs. She gets up and walks over to a whiteboard which, among other things, has a table in the corner that says: "Peralta: 23, Santiago: 22."

"I hate this!" Amy shouts, before murmuring again, "I hate this."

"And you're just gonna add one.." Jake instigates her as she erases the "23" after Jake's name and writes "24" in tiny handwriting,

"I'm winning," he adds. As Amy rolls her eyes again, applause from the other members of the precinct fill the room.

"It's a good feeling," he shrugs, telling this to Detective Charles Boyle, sitting next to him, "It's a good feeling. Yeah."

She walks back to her seat, "Enjoy it while it lasts."

"I will!" Jake shouts, now grinning widely.

Sergeant Terry Jeffords stands at the podium at the front of the room, now ready to begin the briefing, "JP, update on the Morgenthau murder?"