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Jake was sitting there, doing almost nothing. He has jut finished his weekly case, and he just wanted to be lazy. But then, Captain Holt went out of his room and called for everyone.
"We received a report of an attack in the ER of the hospital up the street. Now attacker was under control by hospital security."
Jake raised his eyebrows, adrenaline was running through his veins. Emergency, hospital, street, Grace. Grace was working in the ER.
"Capt-" Captain Holt raised his hand as Jake looked at him with a seriously nervous expression.
"I know, Peralta. You won't stop if I told you you're not going. You're going with Charles." Jake stood up as Captain said that words. He immediately took his jacket and walked towards the elevator. They got on the elevator, Jake was tapping his foot on the ground all the way through downstairs.
"I think you should calm down. Grace must be fine. Captain Holt didn't talk about any injured people."
"Why would Captain tell this information? We are cops, not paramedic."
"You're right, too." Charles hummed and they walked out of the elevator, towards the exit.
Their small journey was full of silent, Jake was nervous, he has to see her okay now. He took his phone, texted her.
"Honey, you okay?"
"Grace"
"Grace"
"Honey please pick up that phone"
Jake put his phone back to his pocket with a frustrated sigh. Their steps quickened as they walked to the emergency door. Jake's one hand was on his gun, staying in alert. Then, he saw the man, laying down on the ground, handcuffed behind. He kneeled and looked at the man's face.
"How did it happen?"
"Well, he was not mentally stable. His brother was staying in the neurology service, and he was there to visit. Unfortunately, his brother has a little chance to heal. When he learnt that, he started yelling at the other people, but he couldn't find some. Then, he went down the stairs, found this place where there are many people." The nurse explained. Then, looked at the emergency nurse to tell him more.
"When he came, he started yelling the other doctors and nurses. 'Why don't you heal my brother, why are you here' etc. Then, one of our nurses tried to make him away from the patient, and he punched at her. Then, he took out his gun, shot the male nurse on his leg. As he shot, the security fainted him with the handle of the gun." Jake nodded as he looked around.
"Where are the nurses?" Jake asked.
"Follow me, please." The nurse started walking to the big corridor. Jake turned to Charles.
"You're around there, Take statements from the patients. I'll talk to the victims." He said and walked quickly. A few doors later, the nurse scanned her card and they entered a break room. It was small, but enough to rest. There was a couch, and... Somebody was sitting there, a few nurses surrounded by her. Jake walked to her, raised his head.
"Sorry, ma'am. I'm from NYPD, I have t-" Jake stopped in the middle of the sentence as he saw her face.
"Grace?!" He rushed to her between the nurses and kneeled down in front of Grace. Her cheek was bruised, and there were dried blood stains on her uniform. Her eyes teared up when she saw Jake. He held her hands, he didn't know what to do. Would it be awkward if he hug her in front of her colleagues? Or he could just ignore it?
"Jake... It was so bad..."
"I know honey. I know." Jake turned to the other nurses. "Is there any problem except for bruises?" One of the nurses shook her head. Jake turned back to Grace and hummed inside. He just really wanted to comfort her. But then, he decided the ignore the others and hug her. He slowly stood up, sat down next to her as he pulled her closer. She leaned her forehead on his shoulder as she started crying. He slowly rubbed her back, as he talked quietly.
"Honey, can you tell me what happened?" Grace sniffed, pulled back and wiped her tears away. Her grip on his hand was tight, as she was holding him for her life.
"Didn't they tell you what happened?" Jake nodded. "I have to talk to you. Because you count as a victim here. If you want, we can talk later." Grace sighed "Yes, it would be better"
Jake held her hand and helped her stand up, Grace wrapped her arm around his and leaned on his shoulder. "I'll take you to station, okay?" Grace nodded.
They went to car, he helped her to get into car. The drive was silent, and Jake held her hand while driving the whole way. He parked the car and they went out. When they went out of the elevator, all eyes turned to them. Jake didn't care about the others, didn't make a funny situation joke. Instead, she sat down on the chair next to his desk, Jake told Rosa to give her a icepack while he's taking police statement paper from the storage.
"How you feeling now?" Jake said, without smiling. He has a nervous line on his forehead. Grace put her hand on his, holding the icepack on her other hand. "I'm fine, really. There's a clear evidence, he's going to jail." She said. Jake rubbed his forehead. "They may not give him prison time because he is mentally unstable."
"What about mental hospital?"
"I don't know, let's just get over this statement. Are you ready?" "Yes."
Jake leaned back on his chair, her hands were on the keyboard as he write down every word she said. Grace can see him startle every time she talks about the violence.
After a long time -that's what Jake thought- he printed the statement paper and gave it to her. "Sign, honey"
Grace took the pen from him and signed the statement. Then, he put it back to the new file. Suddenly, their eyes turned to door, saw Charles holding a man.
"I don't know what to do" He said as he put the man behind the bars. Then, his eyes turned Grace, who's sitting there, icepack on her hand.
"WAIT- ARE YOU-" Grace nodded. Charles looked at Jake, and her. "I'm so sorry. You okay now?" He said, walked over them.
"I'm okay, thanks Charles." Jake squeezed her hand and stood up. "I'll take you home, okay? I hope your stupid chief physician gave you a few days off."
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"Jake- I swear, I'm fine, you don't have to stay with-"
"I'm going to stay with you. You know how much I scared when we got the report? You know how many scenarios I had in my mind? I just hoped you weren't the one that got shot. I'm glad, you are not. But you have just punched by some son of a bitch. In ER, in your own office!" Jake snapped out. Her eyes widened with his words. Grace has never seen Jake this angry before. Slow but certain steps, Grace come in front of him. She slowly cupped his cheeks, Jake slightly shivered with her touch, her hands were still cold because of the icepack.
"That's what I think every single time you go to work. Half of my thoughts are on you. You okay? Did somebody hurt you? When you were on toilet, Why didn't he answer my calls?" Grace sighed. "I think about this every single day. I saw you hurt in my nightmares. Now, you know what it feels like." She smiled.
"Grace..." Jake whispered and hugged her, more tightly than before. He pressed his lips on her temple, felt her pulse. Grace rubbed her back, her other hand was playing with hıs hair.
"I'll be okay. I will be more careful for you." Jake said and pulled back. He held her hands and pressed them on his chest.
"Promise?" Grace asked, tilted her head.
"Promise." Jake answered and leaned down to give her a kiss.