Lost & Found

Three

Rosa slowly headed up the stairs to the fourth floor after having spent a good ten minutes talking to Amy. She had managed to get the sergeant to stop crying, telling her over and over again that they were going to find Jake.

The detective knows in her heart not to promise something to someone, especially promising to solve a crime, but this was Jake she was talking about. She couldn't give up on him, for Amy, not after everything they had been through in the past.

She enters the bullpen and gets closer to Terry's desk, stopping in front. "Anything?" She asks quickly and to the point.

The lieutenant sighs, shaking his head. "Fingerprints came up clean. There was nothing on them, only Jake's in the gun, which is pretty self-explanatory, and Jake most likely threw the gun to the floor when this John Doe ambushed him."

Rosa looks down as she shuffles quickly across the floor before sitting in the chair beside the lieutenant. "Are we sure John Doe took him? Would you consider there is a chance that maybe Jake took off?"

Terry shakes his head. "He's not like that, Diaz, why would he take off?"

Rosa raises her hands up in defense. "I'm not saying in any way that I think he took off, I'm just curious if you're being thorough with this, acting as though it was just a regular case and not one of our best friends."

The lieutenant leans closer and widens his eyes. "Why are you asking me if I'm doing my job properly?"

"I would be guilty of giving Jake special treatment too," Rosa replies quickly, snapping slightly to Terry, "I've known Jake for so long, I hate that we might have to report him as missing but I would rather want to think that someone took him rather than him wanting to run off."

Terry shakes his head. "For the second and last time, Jake is not like that. He wouldn't do that to the squad, and especially Amy."

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(two days later)

The precinct was bustling. Whilst trying to contain everyone inside the hold-up, with the officers struggling to keep on top of it, the detective had moved inside to the briefing room for some quiet while they stood in front of the board.

Charles sighs, throwing his head down into his hands. "Where the hell has he gone?" He asks to himself, his voice muffled by the palm of his hands pressed against his face.

Rosa folds her arms across the chest as she stares to the almost blank board in front of her. She subtly shrugs her shoulders. "I really don't know."

Terry enters the room, making both detectives turn and face him, hopeful looks on their faces. He shakes his head. "The woman thought she saw Jake, but when I showed her a picture she said it wasn't the person she had seen."

The two detectives mumble small curses under their breath as they both look back to the board.

It's only moments later that Terry speaks up again, breaking the sudden but quick silence that echoed throughout the briefing room walls. "Have either of you heard from Amy?" He asks.

They both pause and eventually Rosa shakes her head. "Not since the other day. I went down to the third floor to invite her to stay at mine that night but she was gone. One of her officers said she had to go home. Haven't seen or heard from her since."

Terry sighs. "This must be awful for her."

Rosa nods slowly. "I can't imagine." She replies before putting the pen in her hand down on the table beside her and going toward the door. "I'm going to check on her, I can't stand having not heard from her."

Terry nods and calls after her. "We'll text you if something comes up."

Rosa gives an out-of-place thumbs up off to the side as she walks through the bullpen before she pressed the button for the elevator dozens of times.

When she got to her car, she pulled out her phone and texted Amy, just to give her a heads up that she was coming over. She didn't get a response.

She drove over as fast as she could and used the spare key Amy had given her to enter the apartment building. The elevator was broken, so she had to go up five flights of stairs and by the top, she was somewhat out of breath. She knocked a little frantically on the front door. A moment passes before she hears Amy's voice from the other side of the door.

"It's open!" Amy's voice rings past the wooden frame into the hall.

Rosa opens the door and sighs as she shuts it, her back from the apartment. "It's not safe to keep your door open, you know that."

Amy shrugs from the couch. "I don't care, I'm sat right here, nobody can do anything."

Rosa turns around with a small smile on her face before it drops back down it to a saddened look when she sees what Amy's watching on the TV. "Is that your wedding video?" She asks, going over to the couch and leaning over the back.

Amy nods and smiles subtly. "Kinda. It was what Charles was able to get in his phone, which he made into a video for our first anniversary."

Rosa joins her friend on the couch. "I can't believe you guys are gonna have your second anniversary in a few months, I can't believe you managed to tie down Jake for that long." She says, a smile reappearing in her face.

Amy snorts with laughter. "He's done more for me than I've done for him."

Rosa shakes her head. "I doubt that."

The sergeant then sinks into the couch, taking in a deep breath audible through the silent apartment. "I miss him."

The detective pulls her friend in for a hug as they both watched the poorly-shot wedding video. "I miss him too."