Brooklyn Nine-Nine One Shots And Imagines

Jake Peralta- Bullet (c)

Everything happened so fast. One moment you were chasing an unsub, the next you ran around a corner and came face to face with them and then the next moment a detective was lying on the floor and another of your colleagues was apprehending them. At first you couldn't even tell who had gotten in the way of the bullet that the unsub had intended on hitting you with but as they rolled over and flopped onto their back, you realised it was Jake.

The two of you had been friends since the academy and had enjoyed each other's company. It wasn't a conventional friendship and you did tend to annoy each other more often than not but that didn't mean you didn't get along. You spent a lot of time outside of work together but when you were partnered together, which was a lot of the time, you were a formidable team.

Now that didn't matter. Jake was sprawled out on his back on the floor, blood seeping out of his front as his hands attempted to clasp the wound.

You fell onto your knees by his side, ripping off your jacket so you could put pressure on the wound.

"Jake!" You exclaimed. "Why the hell would you jump in front of a bullet?"

He gave you a slightly weak, yet still goofy smile.

"I guess I didn't think, I didn't want to see you get hurt," he said softly, knowing it wasn't professional that he did but neither of you could change his actions now.

"Thank you," you whispered, still holding pressure over his wound. "Thank you for saving me."

Jake attempted to smirk at you, but you knew the pain was starting to get to him, even though he wouldn't admit to that fact.

"Can you kiss it better?" He croaked.

You shook your head, letting out a soft laugh. Even when lying on a street covered in his blood, Jake was still attempting to make a joke over the situation even though there was no place for such things.

"Don't be cute about it, Jake," you berated. "A kiss isn't going to heal a bullet wound."

"I'm cute about everything," he claimed. "You know that I'm always cute."

You did your best not to roll your eyes at him.

"Just because you save my life, I won't mock you right now, but I can't promise I won't once you get to hospital."

He let out a chuckle. "Thank you Y/N."

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Written by Charlotte.

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