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Amy
Amy would go to bed herself but wake up as someone else. She didn’t realize it at the time as she chased Edgar Porter down the Brooklyn Alley. She didn’t realize it as she finally caught him, throwing him to the ground, trying desperately to catch her breath. She didn’t realize it as she cuffed his hands behind his back and told him that she was under arrest. She didn’t realize it as she shoved him in the back of her car and drove him to the nine nine. And she definitely didn’t believe him when he said that she was going to regret this later.
“I gotta give you credit.” Edgar said once he was handcuffed to her desk. Amy was going through the means to get out the necessary paperwork to book the guy on charges of drug dealing. “You gave up a pretty good fight. I thought that I was going to get away and you proved me wrong.”
“I prove a lot of people wrong. Just ask my husband.”
“Is that him there in the picture?” Edgar asked pointing towards a picture on Amy’s desk of her and Jake on their wedding day. She smiled slightly at the picture before returning her attention to the paperwork.
“Yes.” She said.
“What’s his name?” Edgar asked
“None of your business.” Amy said not even bothering to look up from the paperwork. It was almost five o’clock and although normally she had no problem staying late, tonight she had promised Jake that she would be home at a decent hour so that they could watch tv and eat. It was something that she had been looking forward to all day oddly enough. “What is your full name?”
“Edgar Porter.” he said. “I don’t have a middle name. How long have you guys been married?”
“A little over a year.” Amy said before continuing to fill out the paperwork as fast as she could while still making sure that it was done in pristine form.
“How long have you been pregnant?” Amy immediately snapped her head up to look at the man cuffed to her desk. They hadn’t told anyone that she was pregnant yet, not even their parents. She only took a test about three weeks ago.
“I’m not..”
“Don’t lie.” He taunted her. “How long? 3 weeks? 4 weeks? Oh 6 got it.”
“How did you know?” Amy asked almost in a whisper terrified that one of the other detectives would hear her. Charles finding out is the very last thing that she wants to happen right now.
“I have my ways. Your husband...Jake… must be really excited.” Amy stared at the guy completely dumbfounded for a moment before she realized that Jake’s name tag was on the desk across from hers as well as the same picture. She rolled her eyes and tried to focus on the paperwork she wouldn't let this guy get arise out of her. “I bet that he’s a little worried though. Probably terrified that he’s not going to be a good dad, that he’s going to turn into his dad. That must be hard.”
Amy looked at the guy, who now had her full attention. “Stop talking.” She said as sternly as she could.
“He’ll be a good dad though.” the guy continued. She tried to ignore him, tried to finish the paperwork, but his voice kept getting louder and louder in her head somehow. “Your son will be very lucky to have him.” There’s no way this guy could know what gender her six week old baby was. That just wasn’t possible.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before forcing herself to finish this form. The faster that it was done the quicker that she got away from him and home to her loving husband. The pen moved over the page at lightning speed until the only thing left was her signature and Holts.
“I wouldn't sign that if I were you.” Edgar warned as her pen hovered over the tiny x and the line that was meant for her name.
“Why not?”
“If you sign that paper I’m going to put a curse on you.”
“A curse?” Amy asked with a laugh. “You have done nothing but talk crap since the moment that you sat down.”
“You sign that paper and I will make sure that none of your loved ones remember you. You will be erased from their life. They won’t remember you, but you will have to remember them every single day for the rest of your life. Think hard before you sign the paper.”
Amy signed her name before putting her pen back in her desk. “Go ahead, curse me.” Amy dared him before walking the form to Holt.
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“Jake!” Amy called out entering their apartment. It was only a quarter past five by the time she made it home. Not too bad it if you asked her. She followed the smell of freshly made chicken that was coming from their kitchen. When she rounded the corner she smiled to herself at Jake singing softly to Taylor Swift while he made pre made mashed potatoes. “Hey.” Amy said startling him out of his little concert.
“Hey babe.” He said as she made her way around the island to let him place a small kiss on her lips. “How was your day.”
“Lot less fun since you weren’t there.”
“Aww.” Jake said. “Well I feel the same way when I’m stuck here without you.” Jake said.
“I did arrest this drug dealer who told me that he was going to curse me.” Amy said all casually as if it was just a normal part of the job.
“What?!” Jake exclaimed. “Unfair! I’ve never had someone curse me before. Why do you get all the cool people?”
“You want to be cursed? You know a lot of people would argue that marrying me was your curse.”
“Then that curse was the best thing that ever happened to me.” Jake said.
“Your such a romantic sap.” Amy said grabbing a couple of plates out of the cabinet. “No but it was so weird because he knew like all these details about my life that he should not have been able to know?”
“Like what?” Jake asked grabbing the food and heading towards the table. Amy sat down across from him garbing some chicken to put on her plate. To his credit, Jake made chicken that would put Charles’s to shame. Probably because it was seasoned with something exotic that Amy couldn't pronounce.
“Well he knew your name without me even telling him.” Amy said. “But I figured he got lucky there, being that we have the same picture on our desks.”
“True.” Jake said. “What else did he know?”
“He knew that I was pregnant.” Amy said and Jake’s eyes widened slightly. “I mean I don’t look pregnant do I? According to the books six weeks is way too early to start showing unless we’re having triplets. Oh god are we having triplets.”
“Ames.” Jake said laughing and holding up his hand to try and get her to stop spirling. “You do not look pregnant. At all. If you did then Charles would’ve asked by now. And we aren’t having triplets but could you imagine how cute three of them would be running around the house.”
“The cutest.” Amy agreed. “But not so cute inside my stomach. He even knew that we were only six weeks along. And then he started talking about you being excited but also nervous because of your father leaving you. He said that he knew you would be a good dad though. He had to have just taken a random guess but he said we're having a son if that means anything to you.”
“He got all of that from the picture on our desk?” Jake asked. “I mean that’s kind of freaky. Charles didn’t hear him when he said that you were pregnant right? And I personally hope that we are having a daughter although I'll be happy with anything.” he said with a big grin on his face.
“No thank God. He would’ve collapsed right there on the spot.” Jake laughed picturing Boyle when he finally did find out about baby Peralta who would be here in about nine months.
“What exactly did he say this curse was going to be?”
“He said that if I went through with arresting him then he would make sure that none of my friends and loved ones remembered who I am. He said that he would pretty much erase me from their minds.”
“What did you arrest him for?”
“Drug use and dealing.”
“Oh okay so he’s a whack.”
“For sure.” Amy said getting up to put her plate in the dishwasher. “Do you want to watch tv for a little while?”
“Of course.” Jake said putting up his plate before going to the couch. Amy laid down next to him cuddling up next to him. He placed his hand over her stomach “I love you.”
“I know. Han Solo.” Amy said. “I love you too.” she added after a moment a smile on her face and even though she couldn’t see Jake, she knew that he was smiling too.
“When are we going to tell our parents?” Jake asked her.
“I don’t know. Probably soon, I mean they can definitely know before everyone else.”
“Yeah.” Jake agreed. “For sure.”
“What about nursery?”
“Jake babe.” Amy said turning in his arms to face him. “We’ve got a plenty of time, we’ve only known for like three weeks.”
“I know. It’s just you know.”
“You don’t have anything to worry about. I promise you that you are not going to be like your dad. You’re not going to leave me and baby.” Amy said. “The fact that you’re worried about it means that you’re nothing like him.”
“But that guy knew just by looking at a picture of me that I was a flight risk.”
“No. He knew that your dad was a flight risk and you wanted to do better. He said that you were going to be a great dad and that is the only thing that I know he was telling the truth about.”
“You’re going to be a good mom.”
“And you’re going to be a good dad.” Amy said and when Jake opened his mouth to protest she leaned forward pressing her lips to his. “Shh.” She said and he smiled against her. She then moved to be laying back down enjoying the feeling of Jake’s arms wrapped around her and his steady breath on his neck. After an episode or two her eyes begin to get heavy and slowly drift close.
She wasn’t sure how long it had been when she felt Jake gently nudging her. “Ames baby you can’t stay here. You’ll regret it the morning.”
“I don’t wanna move.” Amy pouted. Their house was dark and at some point Jake must have turned off the tv.
“You know that your neck is going to hurt and I can’t sleep on the couch. So if you want to sleep with me you need to come upstairs. Not sleep with me although if you wanted I wouldn't object.”
“Carry me?” Amy asked and in an instant she was in Jake’s arms, her arms draped around his neck and her head buried into his chest. “You smell good. Is that new?”
“Yeah? You like it?”
“I do.” Amy said before Jake dropped her on the bed. She started to crawl under the covers as Jake climbed in bed next to her before she remembered that she needed to brush her teeth and take out her contacts. She laid there staring at the ceiling for a minute before deciding that she did need to go into the bathroom and do it.
Amy came out of the bathroom several minutes later climbing into bed for real this time. She took off her glasses and set them down on the nightstand smiling at the framed wedding picture sitting there, but there was something off about it. She blinked several times, it was blurry, like oddly blurry considering how much they paid the photographer to take those pictures.
She grabbed her glasses and slid them back on but that didn’t make the picture any less blurry. “Jake? Jake?” No answer. Amy grabbed the frame and squinted at the picture. Jake was crystal clear but her own body was growing more and more blurry by the second. “Jake.” She said again much louder but he didn’t even budge. How was he able to fall asleep so fast and why was she never able to.
She glances back down at the picture where she is almost completely gone at this point. Her heart beating so rapidly in her chest that’s she’s not entirely sure that she’s not about to have a heart attack. Then all of a sudden her hands start to burn as if she is holding onto fire. She drops the picture and the sound of the glass shattering as it hits the wood floor is loud enough that she’s sure Jake has woken up.
The room around her starts to spin in circles so fast and then there is a violent shaking that reminds her of that earthquake her and her brother experienced while he was at college in California. As the room continues to shake, her vision grew more and more spotty until she couldn’t see anything at all. She’s pretty sure her hands are shaking and maybe her legs are moving she can’t tell. The only thing that she knows for sure is that she made a huge mistake.