Jake Peralta imagines

Now Who's Being Cliché? - Part 1

y/b/f/n - your best friend's name

y/f/n - your full name

y/n - your name

y/c - your choice

y/s/n - your surname

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This is it. Today I move to Brooklyn from London. I'm gonna miss everyone. Especially y/b/f/). They've been there for me through thick and thin. Well, it's time to go. Taking a deep breath, I step onto the plane. 

You may or may not be wondering: why am I moving? The answer, to the question that you probably didn't ask, is that I've been offered a job in a precinct. I believe it's precinct 99 but I can't fully remember. When I was younger, I went to London to go to the police academy. In fact, it was how y/b/f/n and I met. As soon as I graduated, I was offered the job in Brooklyn.

Once on the plane, I connect to the wifi. The Captain of the precinct payed for my flight and got me business class and wifi. Basically, in returns I'm gonna have to work my ass off in the precinct.

*time skip brought to you by Dean Dobbs*

I'm here. I've landed in Brooklyn. I get off the plane and head into the airport to collect my suitcase. I see the suitcase coming around the conveyor. It's painfully slow. When it finally arrives to where I'm waiting, I yank it off, too tired to care.

"Excuse me!" I hear a voice from around me. "I think you might have accidentally taken my suitcase." I turn around to face the guy who has a suitcase that's exactly identical to the one I'm holding. I check the name tag and see that it doesn't say y/f/n.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir. Does that suitcase say y/f/n on it?" I ask politely.

"Yes, it does. Does yours say Charles Boyle on it?" he asks.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry sir. I-I didn't mean to take it. I'm just so so so so so so tired," I explain.

"Don't worry about it. It was a mistake and it was a very long flight. And please, call me Charles," he replies kindly, switching the suitcases so we each had our own.

"I'm so sorry once again, but could you possibly help me after passport control. I've just moved here and I need help finding my new workplace. I said I'd go there right when I got back," I asked, hoping Charles' kindness would carry on.

"Of course, where do you need to go?"

"I'm joining the 99th police precinct."

"Really?!" he asks with an excited grin.

"Yes. I need to collect my badge and talk to the Captain," I explain.

"I work there! We're gonna be co-workers! Yay! New friend!" he jumps up and down like a little girl. A smile then finds its way onto my face when I find out that there's gonna be at least one friendly face at work.

"Well, I can't wait to start working together," I smile.

"If you want, I can drive you there. Then you won't have to walk or take a taxi," Charles offers.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense, I'll drive you. Meet me by the Starbucks after passport control and I'll drive you to the precinct."

"Okay then. I'll see you soon."

"Bye..."

"y/n. My name is y/n."