Fifty Eight

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THE THERAPIST

Y/F/N ~ Your Fathers Name

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Y/F/N ~ Your Fathers Name

It was a typical day at the precinct, everyone was in their usual state of boredom with some cops even spiraling down deeper into a state of hunger since it was almost lunch.

"Bottles." Jake pointed to the large stack of clear bottles before spotting Charles roll past in his chair. "Boyle. Bullpen." He indicated to the floor.

"What are you--" Terry questioned the boy's stupidity.

"Buh-Buh-buh." Jake raised a finger causing Terry to stop in his tracks. "Bottles, Boyle, bullpen." He repeated before ending with a brilliant idea. "Bowling." The boy finger gunned back.

~

Now, with the squad alerted of this event it was time to start, "Behold, Brooklyn buddies, Boyle bullpen bottle bowling." Jake raised his arms out as he greeted the group.

"Beautiful." Charles clicked his helmet on shut.

"Be brave, bro. Be brave." Jake said before glancing into the distance and back. "Bowl!" He pushed Boyle down the bullpen floor into the bottles, it felt like it was in slow motion.

"Bam!" Rosa declared.

"Bull's-eye!" Charles clapped from the other side of the room.

"Booyah!" Jake said with triumph.

"Babushka!" An older lady announced with a smile.

The squad pause for a second before going with it, "Babushka!"

~

It was now later in the day, with most of the squad at work, Y/N and Rosa were at their apartment getting ready for the meeting of the parents, "Okay, the apartment is all clean and the drinks are in the fridge." Y/N scrambled around the living room as she tried to tidy up. "Things are looking good." She exclaimed with a clap.

"Yeah, we put a lot effort into making this place nice." Rosa crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, weird crystals." She pointed to the object.

"Yeah." Y/N laughed. "Hm, I feel like I've forgotten something." Y/N rose from the ground.

"Shoes, babe."

"Oh!" Y/N realized. "Well, that's neat. I am just gonna hide them over here." She kicked off her bunny slippers and pushed them behind the sofa. "Alright, do you remember any of the 'convo grease' ideas Jake was talking about?"

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