After his father's death, Jay starts forgetting which way is up.
Riley wants to be there for him, but is overwhelmed with her fears and the uncertainty of their future together.
Will their relationship be strong enough to overcome all the obstacles...
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"So, I've never told you this about this place. But my dad used to take me and Will here all the time when we were kids. It's like the seventh year in a row that we've been here for his birthday." Jay glanced at Riley, speaking with a smile on his face.
She smiled back, "Well, I'm honored that you're bringing me here for the first time in almost five years."
Jay shook his head, knowing she was just kidding. "The bartender, Marco, he's like 90-something. He still makes a great martini, but he mixes me and Will up every time he sees us."
"Does Marco know his way around a whisky sour, is the question?'
He nodded, "Yes, he does." Jay directed the car to the side of the road, making a parallel parking.
Although he hit the curb, so Riley didn't waste a second to tease him about it. "Well, that was the curb. But, you're adorable." She laughed as he shut down the engine, turning to her.
"I'm not sure that was a compliment."
She pulled her lips into a thin line, lightly nodding before leaning forward over the console, "How's that for a compliment?" She said right before pressing her lips against his. She smiled as she pulled away, staying close.
He smirked, "Honestly, I'm not sure if you meant it. You kind of phoned it in." She chuckled at his words, noticing him lean forward to reconnect their lips. Riley gladly let him kiss her deeper than before, his hand cupping the side of her head as his fingers laced themselves in her hair. Jay pulled her closer, if that was even possible. They made out for a couple more seconds, pulling away to catch their breath. "We should probably head in now. Will's waiting."
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"Was the second bottle of red my bad decision or your bad decision?" Jay asked, rubbing his temples as they walked alongside each other into the District the morning after.
She lowly chuckled, "I'm pretty sure it was mutual."
"Morning, campers. Someone's got the Irish flu." Platt called out to them, more than ready to tease them as soon as she noticed them looking as hangover as ever. She smiled to herself as they waved her off, continuing their way to the bullpen.
"This is a total Ruzek move, am I right?" Jay stated, shaking the empty bottle of pills in his hands. They found it empty in the break room, which was very like Adam to do so.
"Oh, God, absolutely." Riley laughed, following him out of the break room as she put her hand on his back, "I think I have some in my desk."
"Yes, please." Jay answered, walking back to his desk with Riley following closely behind. Just as she got the bottle out of her desk, Kim rushed in and towards Voight's office.
