Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Body Swap, ambiguity
Charles Boyle had a nose made for three things and three things only. One of them was, with his nostrils flared and the brain of a top-notch food critic sharpened, identifying the most mouth-watering, flavourful pizza places in all of New York that could put that frozen store crap’s producers straight into a shame-filled coma. The second one was the ability to spot just the freshest, juiciest meat, without a trace of those piteous enhancements, proven most worthy of being a part of his famous meatball sandwiches, with a singular sniff accompanied by an attentive glance over the butcher’s offer. The last and probably the most important one was knowing instantly when there was something off between Jake and Amy.
“Hey, Rosa,” he said, his voice an exaggerated whisper. Rosa did not look up, examining the files laid out on her desk. “Do Jake and Amy seem different today?”
“Nope.” The reply was instant and deadpan.
Amy was sitting at her desk; a few strands of her hair fallen out of place, and a small crease disrupting the evenness of her shirt. Half past nine, her coffee mug remained empty and her binders unopened, the sole focus of her relaxed gaze and the recipient of her subtle smile being Jake, who, on the other hand, stood by her with his arms crossed and his muscles tensed.
“Are you sure?” asked Boyle. “I think something’s not right.”
Rosa gave a second-long glance in their direction and went back to her work. “Maybe they switched bodies.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” huffed Boyle. Then a moment. “You think it’s possible?”
Rosa smirked. “Why don’t you ask them.”
“Right. Right.” Boyle fidgeted. He turned as if to go away, then turned back and opened his mouth, only to then close it again and do a full indecisive spin, to then raise his finger, and his eyebrows. “I know it’s not possible.”
“I know you do.”
“I just want to make it clear.”
“Of course.”
“Yes,” he finished with a certainty of that statement much weaker than the certainty of her disbelief. He looked back at the two just as the door of the elevator finished closing; Jake already walking on Holt’s side, back straight and a polite nod as he handed a stack of completed documents to his Captain, with Amy sitting by the desk and chewing gum.
“Yeah, they definitely switched bodies.”