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[94] Jake Peralta || Brooklyn 99

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As your best friend, Jake convinced had convinced you to join the Police Academy in a bid to get you working in the NYPD with him.

Of course, you had the whole of the 99th precinct cheering you on, so you were more than excited at the prospect of working there.

You'd known him since high school. Well, him and Gina. And the whole of senior year, when he'd been down in the dumps after being branded the Tattler, you had been fighting back a stupid crush on him.

Even now, half a dozen years later, you were still crushing on him. And you hated yourself for not being able to move on.

"Y/N, you know you can go home to study, right?"

Terry had been stopping by every hour or so to check up on you since you had essentially taken over the break room so you could study in peace.

Should you even be here? Who knows. But Captain Holt had allowed you to study in here since he knew personally that you wouldn't cause any trouble. Plus, he knew how much it meant to you.

You probably looked homeless, wearing sweatpants and one of Jake's NYPD shirts. But you had just stayed the night at his apartment, so it wasn't out of the ordinary.

"I know," you mumbled, shuffling the papers in front of you like it would help you absorb the information via osmosis, "but I prefer it here. My parents are driving me mad, saying I'm making the wrong choice to join the police force."

Terry frowned, loitering in the doorway. "Well, that's just rude. Now, if Terry was your father figure, Terry would say it's your life and you get to make the decisions. Terry knows best."

Giggling at his third-person referral, you stretched out in your seat. "Thanks, Sarge. I really appreciate it."

Giving you a smile, the large man left to return to his work. You tried to get back into studying, but it wasn't long before you were interrupted again. This time, it was a soft knock on the doorway, and you glanced up to find Jake standing there holding two coffees.

"Jake, you didn't have to!" You grinned, setting down the page of notes you'd been annotating.

Jake stepped into the break room, shrugging as he set the two coffees down onto the table in front of him.

"I know, but it's your final exam. This is important, and I want you to do amazing. Even though you're definitely going to ace it."

He took a seat next to you on the stained yellow couch, peering at your pages upon pages of highlighted and annotated notes. "Noice, been busy I see."

You manage to take a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself down. All this constant studying was making you anxious.

"Jake, what if I don't pass? What if I can't work in the NYPD and I have to spend the rest of my life bartending?" Your voice was small and hopeless.

Jake snorted, but he fell silent when he glanced over to find you staring at your papers, looking like you were about to cry.

"Hey, hey-" The sudden softness in Jake's voice made you tear up just a little. He reached out, taking hold of one of your hands firmly. "Y/N, you're amazing. You used to ace your classes on sheer dumb luck, but I know it was 'cause you're smart. You, are smarter than you think, and you're going to ace this test, okay?"

His thumb idly stroked the back of your hand as you used your spare hand to wipe away the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

"Okay... thank you, Jake." You whispered, making an effort to smile at him.

"See, that's my girl." Jake grinned, leaning over to press a soft kiss to your forehead. A sudden shout of 'Peralta!' came from the bullpen, making Jake pull away from you.

"Dammit. Captain Holt needs me. I'll check on you again later, okay? And don't worry. You're going to do amazing."

The desperate want to kiss the goofball sitting next to you was overwhelming, but you merely nodded, letting his hand slip from yours.

"See you later, Peralta." With a dumb grin flashing back at you, he left the break room in a haste.

Leaving you to your notes and hopeless feeling.