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The Date

A/N: I saw this on Pinterest and then it kinda just wrote itself. This doesn't take place in any specific season.

XX

It was merely an average day at the nine-nine. Not the sort of average where the precinct was buzzing and all of the detectives were hard at work; it was more the sort of boring average where the most exciting thing going on was the mouse that was apparently lurking around.

While everyone was freaking out about that, Jake figured he would get himself some coffee. Boring days like these made him wish that he could just go home and take a nap while some action movies played in the background. It wasn't that he WANTED crimes to occur constantly, it was more so that he dreaded paperwork and everything that came along with it.

He poured himself a cup of coffee and went to the break room to chill out, finding Amy in there as well, with her own cup in her hand.

"You taking a break from paperwork?" He quipped, smirking at her. It wasn't like her to just stop working, he had noticed her get up and was surprised when she hadn't made a fast return to her desk.

"Yeah, my hand cramped. Then, I got a phone call. It was nothing, and I just decided to stay in here for a minute. Captain already said I had done enough for today, but I can and will do more." She sipped her coffee.

He chuckled. That last line was so like her. "You can do all of mine if you want."

"Jake, come on it's not that b-"

Just then, as if on cue, Charles stepped in.

"Oh, hey guys." He said, giving them both an odd look. Jake and Amy glanced at each other. It wasn't unlike Charles to step into conversations awkwardly and whenever he pleased, so this was really nothing new to them, or to anybody who worked among them, if they were being honest.

"Hey, Charles. What's up?" Jake replied, giving the man that good old goofy grin.

"I wanted to ask you two something." If Jake wasn't mistaken, there was a grin playing on Charles lips as he said this to them. He wasn't really all that hard to read, most of the time.

"What is it?" Amy piped up, standing. "I've gotta her back to work soon."

"Are you guys free on Friday? Around like... 8 PM?" Charles asked them.

"8? Uh... yeah. Unless something comes up, I'm free." Jake told him.

Charles nodded, turning to Amy. "What about you?"

"Yeah. I think so." She answered, throwing a confused look Jake's way.

Before either of them could ask, Charles spoke up. "Great! Glad you both are free, because I'm not. Now, you both can go on a date together. Enjoy!"

And with that, he left the room. Jake and Amy stared at the doorway for a few seconds after he was gone.

"Did he just..." Jake trailed off, still a bit shocked. What was that all about?

Amy was very obviously thinking the same thing, because all she did in response was shake her head.

Jake set his coffe down and dashed out of the room, and over to Charles, as if this was the end of the world. He supposed that in a way, it was.

"What was that for?" He spat, causing the smaller man to look away from his computer.

"What? I was just helping you out." Charles told him, as if he believed it, and Jake was sure that he did.

"Helping me out? How?"

"By, you know... giving you an excuse to go out with Amy. I know you were scared to, so I just gave you that extra push. Friday at 8, she's all yours." He was smiling, for whatever reason. This wasn't a happy time, not for Jake.