the captain's niece [Jake Peralta]

Chapter 6

Four Days Later;

      Logging off of my computer as the elevator doors opened.
"Yo, yo, you! Miss me, miss me, now you got to kiss me!" Jake cheered.
"Jake, what are you doing here? It's only been four days." Terry said.
"You're supposed to take a full week off of work." Jake winked at me.
"Come on, Sarge. Does it look like I'm on the job?" Jake asked.
"Okay then. What are you doing here?" Terry asked.
"Taking your advice to rest and relax to the next level... Swinging by to pick up Charles and Elizabeth, and then were heading to sunny, beachy, only recently devastated by finincal crisis Atlantic city!" Jake said as I smiled.
"That's right, suckers. Jake, Elizabeth and I are going on the coolest vacation ever... Official trip nickname: AC/DC. Atlantic City Dudes Club." Said Charles as I giggled at his happiness.
"Yeah. That's gonna change. But check it out Sarge." I handed him a brochure.
"Boyle, Elizabeth and I are staying at The Ravenna Damn." Jake said.
"This place is luxe." Said Terry as I laughed.
"Yeah, I've been trying to get Jake down there forever!" Said Charles as I went to Jake's side.
"Had I known all it'd take was a few broken bones, I would've hit him with a baseball bat years ago!"
"Sarge! It's a spa and a casino, it's a spasino." I said excitedly.
"One of the room service options is a craving station... Talking prime ribs in bed." Charles said.
"And what's this? I'm using a blanket as a napkin. That's fancy."
"That's fancy." Charles agreed.
"All right. Well, that sounds good, Jake." Terry agreed.
"Sounds like you guys are gonna have fun."
"So much fun." I said clapping.

      "THIS IS NOT FUN!" I yelled at Jake.
"This is not the Ravenna." Charles said.
"No, it is not, but it is the world-famous Seafam Motel!" Jake said as I glared at him.
"I think the "O" fell off, pretty cool right?"
"The Ravenna had a four-star restaurant." Said Charles.
"This place has a weird amount of dead seagulls, even for AC." Jake said as I gave him a look.
"All right. Fine, it's not a vacation. It's a stake out... My perp has a brother who lives in this dump, and I think he's hiding out with him here." Jake said.
"Seriously? I was looking forward to this trip... I can't believe you lied to me." Charles said devastated.
"It wasn't a lie. It was a illusion! All right. It was a lie, I'm sorry." Jake said.
"I had to make it sound really cool so you'd drop everything and come with me... I can't let Olson walk, and I can't catch him alone. Plus, this is gonna be super fun! New trip nickname: AC/DC Atlantic City Detectives Club." Jake said.
"Oh okay! Fine!  You know I can't say no to a good trip nickname." Charles said.
"There he is!" Jake said as I glared at the two as they hugged.
"Ugh! Arm! Rib! Arm! Rib! Shoulder? Ooh!" Jake groaned as Charles went in to get a room.
"Isn't this great babe?" Jake's arms wrapped around my waist.
"Our first vacation!"
"I wanted our first vacation to be somewhere beautiful, not this dump." I said as he pulled me closer, his face inches from my lips.
"I promise, I'll take you and Sam somewhere beautiful one day." I huffed nodding as he gave me a peck.
"I KNEW IT!" A voice yelled.
Jake and I pulled away to see Charles pointing at us.
"You cannot tell anyone." I said.
"Especially the captain." Jake said.
"So I'm the first one to know?" We nodded.
"I will not tell anyone! I promise!" Charles said excitedly running up the stairs.

      I sat criss cross on the bed as Jake looked out the window and Charles was getting snacks.
"Still no movement." Jake said as the door opened.
"How was the snack machine?" He asked.
"Ah. Snacks abound! Told you this place was awesome." Jake said.
"My theory is that Olson and his brother have been using it as a home base with they rob places up and down the coast."
"Fascinating."
"Fascinating... Do you desire a crispened potato?" Charles asked.
"Ah, don't mind if I dooble... Wait a minute. "Crispened potato." Why are you fancy-talking?" Jake asked.
"How dare you, sir? I speak the common tongue!" Charles said.
"There it is again. You only do that when you're lying or hiding something." Jake said.
"Hiding? Ha! Pish-posh!"
"Housekeeping!" someone knocked on the door sounding like Terry.
"That's not housekeeping! That's betrayal! I can't believe you called the sarge!" Jake said as Terry kicked open the door.
"Hey, Sarge."
"Don't "hey, sarge." me, Peralta! I'm about to break the rest of your damn body!" Terry yelled.
"Okay. Fine, I accept my fate." Jake nodded.
"Just take a picture of my penis first, for posterity, and then do what you must." Jake said as I rolled my eyes.
"I called the ACPD and told them we had a possible perp at this motel. They're sending a squad car." Terry said.
"Wow, Boyle. The fact that you would sell me out after I bought you to Atlantic City on a half-expenses-paid, best-friend trip."
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just I was worried about you getting hurt." Charles said.
"No, Charles! Don't apologise! We're mad at him! I had to miss family dinner to drive my ass out here." Terry exclaimed.
"Well, no one asked you to do that." Said Jake.
"Actually, I did. Remember? I betrayed you." Charles said.
"Charles, what are you doing, bud? I just dug you out of this. Peralta, we're going home as soon as the squad car gets here." Terry said.
"Until then, sit tight. You're on a time out, that's your time-out chair."
"Fine, but first, I have to go to the bathroom. And it will be work, due to my injured tailbone and bruised bladder." Jake said limping to the bathroom.