❝What! Why don't you trust me?❞
❝You want it alphabetized or by date?❞
❝I can't even look at you right now!❞
❝Jake, do you even trust yourself?❞
❝No, but that is not the point.❞
| In which the 99 get more than just a new Captain |
[Brooklyn Nine-Nin...
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"Whatcha got there?" Charles asked as he walked over to Jake's desk, "A candle, perfume. Bra. Someone's dropping off a care-package for mom."
"Ew," Jake grimaced and pulled the box away from him, "No. It's the stuff that Sophia left at my apartment."
"Oh, bud. Oh, bud," He frowned sympathetically, "Breakups are the worst. Man, I just want to walk up to Sophia, slap her in the face, and say, 'Girl, you messed up'."
After the whole incident on the road trip, his relationship with Sophia quickly deteriorated and ended up with them breaking up. Jake knew it was for the best, after all, he still had feelings for Natasha and they did not seem to be going away at all. But it still hurt. Especially when he had to watch Natasha and Jay act like the FBI power couple as Rich liked to call them so often.
"You need to destroy that stuff," Terry ordered as he crossed his arms, "You want me to crush that big box into a little ball with my bare hands?"
"No. I'm gonna text Sophia and give her her stuff back. That way I'll get to see her again and hopefully smell the air around her hair. That'll make me feel better," He smiled weakly as he pulled out his phone excitedly.
"No, no, no, no, no. Okay, you need to embrace the pain so you can get through it," Charles gave him a knowing look.
Terry nodded. "You need catharsis."
"Sarge is right," Charles nodded, "You need to cathart. Cathart your brains out. Cathart all over the place."
"Are you guys telling Jake to commit suicide with code words?" Natasha furrowed her brows as she walked past them.
"Nope just Charles being Charles and using words wrong," Terry sighed.
"That makes more sense, he'd kill himself before he ever even thought of Jake being dead," She nodded.
"Oh god, a world without Jake!" Charles yelped as his face fell, "I hope I never live to see that day."
"Don't worry, I'll mercy kill you if it happens," She promised immediately.
"Thank you!" He grinned at her gratefully.
"Anyway, Jake, I'm sorry about your break up with Sophia," She spoke quickly, not wanting to delve too deep into the topic of feelings. Or, more importantly, bring up anything that happened on the road trip.
"Tasha, will you tell Jake that he shouldn't text Sohpia and that he needs to cathart instead," Charles begged her, "He listens better when you're the one telling him to do things."
"It's easy," She shrugged, "Just threaten to shoot him or cause major bodily harm and he'll do whatever you want. That's actually how I get most of the things I want done around here."
