Leather Jacket [Rosa Diaz]

Two

M.E TIME

Monday morning, the squad sat around the briefing room table, groggy but present. Jake stood at the front, marker in hand, grinning from ear to ear as he scribbled numbers on the whiteboard, "And with a record-breaking five felonies solved in one week, Peralta pulls ahead!" He stepped back, admiring his work: Peralta: 51. Santiago: 50. "Did you guys hear that I solved five felonies in one week?" Jake spun around.

Amy sighed, barely lifting her head from her hand, "We heard."

"Really? How?" Jake cocked his head, playing the clueless card.

"Jake, buddy, you literally stood on the table and screamed, 'Five felonies in one week!'" Y/N leaned back, mimicking his voice. "Then Charles popped those soda tops  that shot to the ceiling."

Jake pointed to her, his grin widening, "Okay, but that was just the sweet taste of triumph." He licked his fingers as if still savoring the victory.

"You should shower more," Rosa chimed in from her seat

Jake, without missing a beat, nodded, "Yep."

Terry cleared his throat as he strode to the front, commanding the room, "Alright, updates on open cases."

"I've got a DOA on Bessimer Street," Charles flipped through his folder.

Terry nodded, "You're primary, you're in charge. Take Diaz, Y/L/N, and Peralta."

Charles's face lit up, "Yes, my fantasy foursome!" he blurted, eyes distant, lost in whatever weird scenario he was picturing.

The room went silent. Y/N shot up her hands, eyes wide. "Eww, Boyle! Seriously? Keep that to yourself." She grimaced. "I'm not into girls." She lied through her teeth.

Charles's eyes widened in horror, "Of cops on a case!" He added quickly, his face flushing as he realized how it sounded.

Just then, Holt walked in, "Detectives, our monthly crime statistics are due." He paused, placing his hands on the podium. "I expect all paperwork on your closed cases by tomorrow."

Amy's hand shot up before he even finished, "Oh, I've already submitted mine!" She announced, practically glowing with pride.

"Good. Let this be an example to all of you." Holt's eyes scanned the room before he gave a crisp nod. "Dismissed."

~

Now in the car, Charles belted out, "Consider yourself part of the furniture! There isn't a lot to spare, who cares, whatever we've got we share!"

Jake groaned, "Why did we let Boyle pick the music?" He glanced between Rosa and Y/N.

"Because, deep down, you know musicals are fun." Y/N tapped along to the beat. "Just embrace it. Let the music take over you." She danced slightly.