Despite knowing Jake for years, and being married to him for two of them, Amy has somehow failed to have one or two somewhat important conversations with the man-child. She's still in the dark about how a man with a credit score as terrible as his (they had to leave his name off the loan application) managed to acquire nine credit cards.

Nor could Amy definitively speak to her husband's feelings towards the having of children, though she could make a fair guess since still he was one at heart. She didn't really know what his life plan was, nor if he even had any future plans at all. That is, beyond the dream of one day buying back the crap mobile.

So when Amy arrives at the 99th's Friday drinking session with big news, she watches Jake playing darts with Gina as she hangs up her coat. Her excitement tempered by nerves, she wished she had some idea of how Jake was going to take the news. Even the slightest clue would make it easier for her to go over there and tell him.

Jake tosses his last dart and cheers, he turns with his arms still raised and spots Amy loitering by the door. Jake grins and hurries over, pulling her into a hug. 'I just won 20 bucks off Gina! Don't have to put drinks on the card tonight.' he tells her excitedly, Jake kisses and hurries back over to collect his winnings.

Amy smiles and approaches the bar, just as she's about to order Holt appears next to her. 'Detective Santiago, can I have a word?' he asks, Amy scans his face for clues as to what he's feeling but gets nothing. Jake swears he can read the Captain like a book, but then he's worked with Holt a lot more than she has.

'Yes, Captain.' Amy orders a coke from the bartender and joins Holt in a booth.

'I just got off the phone with the Captain down at Major Crimes, congratulations.' Holt announces, Amy half smiles, her eyes darting around the room to locate Jake. Luckily he's still over at the dart boards, arguing with Gina. The last thing Amy wants is for Jake to hear her news from a third party. She has absolutely every intention of telling him herself, she just hasn't figured out how.

'Thankyou, Captain.' Amy says, turning her attention back to Holt, who's staring back at her impassively.

'You haven't told Peralta yet, have you?'

'Uh, no. I didn't think it was a possibility until a week ago, and even then it seemed so remote I thought best to get it confirmed first.'

'Then you'd best tell him soon.' Holt warns her.

'I'm working on it, sir.' Amy assures him.

'Amy!' A very drunk Terry falls into the boot next to her, nearly crushing her. 'Holt told me the news! Congratulations, how'd Peralta take it? I'm just sorry I'm going to miss seeing it for myself, my new Public Relations job is meant to be really busy.' Terry slurs, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Amy glances over at Holt, again his face is a mask to her.

'I might have told Jeffords.' Holt admits slowly. Rosa appears next to the table wearing her version of a smile. 'And Diaz, I told Diaz.'

'Okay, I haven't told Jake yet, so neither of you can say anything to him, okay?' Amy orders Rosa and Terry, who look surprised but nod anyway.

'You better move fast, Santiago.' Rosa says suddenly. 'I think Terry here let it slip to Boyle. Dude, you need to get a drunk filter.'

'Shit, Boyle?' Amy looks over at Jake's diminutive best friend, who's grinning at her maniacally, all but confirming her worst nightmares. Amy gets up, but her path out of the booth is blocked by the very drunk Terry. Amy watches in horror as Boyle makes a beeline for the dartboards and throws his arms around Jake. For a brief moment Amy's kinda relieved that she doesn't have to break the news to Jake herself.

Jake peels Boyle off eventually, Amy watches as Jake asks Boyle to explain himself. His jaw falls open and his eyes find hers across the bar. Amy sighs as Jake makes a beeline for her across the bar. Amy climbs over Terry to get out of the booth, stumbling as her feet find the ground, but Jake's right behind her.

Amy turns in his arms, her face slightly red. 'Is it true?' Jake asks, Amy nods and waits for his reaction.

Jake's face splits into a massive grin and he turns to the rest of the bar. 'Drinks on me! Amy Santiago is officially returning to the 99th, my wife's going to be my boss at work as well as home!' he shouts at the top of his lungs. Amy is reasonably sure the bar is cheering the free drinks, but Jake's still pretty pleased.

'So, what can I get my new Sergeant?' Jake asks her, Amy shakes her head.

'I already got a drink.' She says glancing over at the booth holding Holt and Terry. When she turns back around Jake pulls her in for a quick kiss.

'This awesome, I'm sleeping with my boss. Or one of them, anyway.' Jake says, grinning as he winks at Holt.

Later that night as she switches off her bedside lamp she remarks, 'You're very happy about this.'

'You know that I've missed working with you for years.' Jake replies simply, pulling her close. 'Although I often wonder if we'd ever have been able to make this work if we'd been dating and working together.' Jake admits.

'Yeah, I thought the same thing. It's part of the reason why I was so slow telling you.'

'Babe, Boyle told me.' Jake says with a laugh. 'What was your other reason for not wanting to tell me?'

'Well it seems stupid now, but I did wonder how you'd feel about me being your boss.' Amy admits.

'We're married, hasn't that been perfect practice?' Jake jokes, Amy pinches his side and he whimpers in pain. 'I've thought something was up with you all week, I kinda thought you might have been pregnant.'

Amy freezes in the dark as a thousand things go through her mind, her cycle, their lack of contraceptive cautions of late…

'Oh crap!'