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tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery
warnings: break in, swearing
I sat on my couch, wringing my hands. Police officers milled around my apartment, going through my belongings and taking pictures of the chaos that I had come home to.
"(Y/N)?" I looked up to see Sergeant Grey standing over me. I nodded and he sat down on the couch next to me. "How are you holding up?" I shrugged.
"It's all a bit much." I admitted as I looked around at everyone. "I didn't realize that a simple break in would bring all this here." I waved my hand absently around me. Grey nodded.
"I know. If you aren't used to it..." Grey was cut off by the sound of the door swinging back open. We both turned to look at Tim standing in my doorway, eyes frantically sweeping over the room. We locked eyes and Tim's shoulders visibly sagged as he made his way into the apartment. He weaved through the other officers until he reached the couch. Tim sank to his knees in front of me and reached for my hands. Squeezing them, he kissed the back of my knuckles.
"Everything alright here?" He asked Grey without taking his eyes off me. Grey nodded.
"Break in." Grey said. "(Y/N) came back and found the apartment the way you see it now. Called the station and we came out." Tim glanced over at Grey before swapping seats with Grey. "Tim, I don't want you on this case." Tim looked up at him and went to open his mouth. "You stay with (Y/N). They need you more than we do right now. I'll call you if that changes but stay here. Take the rest of the day off." Tim hesitated and I squeezed his hand.
"Tim. Listen to Grey." I whispered as I scooted closer to him. "They have everything under control." I flinched as a crash was heard from the direction of my office.
"I'll go check on that." Grey said with a sigh and a murderous look on his face.
"Are you sure you are ok?" Tim asked as Grey left. I nodded.
"I wasn't here when it happened." I assured him. "Just in shock." Tim nodded as he let go of my hands and ushered me into his arms. "This is incredibly overwhelming." I whispered. Tim nodded as he leaned his head against mine. I made a noise of discomfort and Tim pulled back.
"Sorry. I'll turn this off." He reached down and turned off his body cam before taking it off. "Give me two minutes. I'm going to give this to Grey." Kissing my head, Tim got up and headed towards the office. I wrapped my arms around myself as I waited for him to come back. "A picture fell. That was the crash." Tim said as he sat back down and pulled me against him.
"Which picture?" I asked absently as I played with the buttons on his shirt. Tim grimaced.
"That one from Lopez's wedding." I closed my eyes and sighed, leaning fully into Tim.
"Is the picture alright at least?" Tim nodded as he put his chin on top of my head.
"Yeah." He confirmed. "Grey said he would replace the glass and the frame if you wanted." I shrugged and wrapped my arms around Tim. We stayed like that while everyone started to pack up and leave. Tim lifted his head off mine as Grey came back. "I'll take care of it." Tim whispered as I pulled away. I nodded as my eyes scanned the room, trying to figure out what I could take care of tonight and what could wait until later. I got up and started to fix up the kitchen, making it easier to use it in case we decided not to just order out after all of this. Tim walked back over and hugged me from behind.
"Everything alright?" I asked. Tim sighed behind me.
"You need to pack a bag." He admitted. "Grey has reason to believe that the person might come back. He also doesn't want you touching anything right now." I nodded and broke away to grab a bag. "I'd also feel a lot better if you were with me at my place." Tim said as he watched me shift through the disaster area that was my room.
"I think I'd feel a lot better there too." I admitted as I hoisted the bag over my shoulder and made my way back over to Tim. Taking his hand, I followed him down to where his truck was parked out front. "Grey must have brought it over." I mused as I got in. Tim nodded as he reached over and took my hand before driving to his place.
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hey girlyyyyy could you maybe write for Tim Bradford from the rookie and like the reader is his rookie and while theyâre on patrol they run into someone who knows the readerâs abusive ex bf and he makes threats against reader and after their shift reader is super scared so he escorts them home and stays with them idk just an idea đ
Nightlight || Tim Bradford x reader
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summary: when you encounter a man while on patrol who has a threatening message from your ex, your TO, Tim, offers to spend the night with you
word count:Â 10.4k
warnings: abusive past relationship, reader kind of has a panic attack, mild language, blood, guns, inaccurate police stuff
a/n: ahhh i had so much fun writing this, love!! i took your idea and also added some stuff so i hope you like what i did. i also apologize for the length, i kinda went wild. i imagine this to take place in s1. fem!reader. enjoy!!
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   â7-Adam-19, armed shoplifter, Radcliffe Complex, 718 Oscar Road. Respond.â
   The dispatcherâs voice filled the silence of the car.
   â7-Adam-19 responding.â Officer Bradford set down the radio and replaced his hand on the steering wheel.
   âWhatâs the most important thing to remember when dealing with an armed shoplifter, Boot?â Tim asked you after a moment.Â
   âWhy did I think that when I was in short-sleeves I would get a break from your Tim Tests?â you muttered. Â
   Youâd been Bradfordâs rookie for seven months now and some days he still treated you like it was your first day on the force. You appreciated him trying to teach you so thoroughly, but did he have to be so Tim all the time?
   âIs that your answer, Boot?âÂ
   âNo, um, I guess it would be that heâs armed. But no, thatâs too obvious for you. Ok, what about what theyâre stealing? Their physical state? Keeping their hands in sight at all times?â
   Tim sighed, looking bored. âWrong. Itâsââ
   âSuspect on the move, heading east on Apple Boulevard,â came the dispatcherâs update, interrupting your TOâs answer.
   âLooks like weâre headed east,â Tim said, turning sharply in the direction youâd just come from.Â
   âSaved by the suspect,â you joked.Â
   âDonât think this is over,â Tim narrowed his eyes at the road. âLessons donât stop for crime.â
   âOk, batman.â
   Tim glared at you.
   âI mean, Sir.â
   After youâd first been assigned to Officer Bradford, youâd been told stories of his ruthless training style. Your first thought was that you needed to impress him from day one.
   Well, technically your first thought was damn, because youâd have to be insane not to notice how objectively attractive he was. But youâd quickly quelled that thoughtâcrushing on your TO was not how you wanted to start your career as an officer.Â
   So, impressing him was your second thought. And you had been more than a little terrified of not impressing him.Â
   You would be lying if you said that wasnât how things still were between you two, to a degreeâyou trying to prove yourself and him making it as difficult as possible.Â
   But, at least after several months, you felt like your TO trusted you more.Â
   âThere!â You pointed to a man running down the street, duffel bag in hand.
   Tim hit the gas, surpassing the suspect, and skidding to a stop in front of him, effectively cutting him off.Â
   You both hurried out of the car, weapons drawn on the man who was currently aiming his gun back and forth, between you and Bradford.Â
   âPolice! Drop your weapon!â Tim shouted at the man.Â
   The man hesitated, seeming to be weighing his optionsâhow easily he could take out two cops.Â
   âSet the weapon down, nice and easy,â Tim ordered, his own gun still pointed at the suspect.â
   The man, seeming to sense the inevitability of his capture, sighed and set his gun on the ground.Â
   âThe answer was dialogue, by the way,â Tim addressed you, his eyes still on the suspect. âDialogue is the most important thing when dealing with an armed suspect.â
   âGood to know,â you acknowledged, before ordering the man in front of you. âHands behind your head, interlace your fingers.â
   The manâs gaze shot to you as he obeyed your commands.Â
   âHey, lady cop, you look familiar,â the criminal squinted at you.Â
   âYou must have me mistaken for someone else,â you said. Youâd never seen this man in your life.Â
   âI swearââ
   âHands on the car!â You orderedÂ
   The man reluctantly did what he was told, placing his palms on the side of the shop.Â
   âWait a minute,â the man sized you up before smirking slowly. âYour Paul Cranstonâs girl, ainât ya?â
   You felt your blood instantly run cold at the name.Â
   âYou must have me mistaken for someone else,â you said again, robotically, grabbing one of his arms.Â
   âNo, no Iâd recognize that pretty face anywhere,â the criminal whispered. âHe told me all about you. Hey, why donât you let me go and Iâll give you a friendly tip?â
   You responded by twisting his arm behind his back even harder.
   He winced. âSo you didnât hear then? Paulâs out.â
   No. That couldnât be true. Paul wasnât supposed to be out forâ
   âBoot, you going to cuff him or not?â Tim called impatiently.
   âRight.â You shook off the stupor and began handcuffing the suspect. Your mind was still on that name, however, and your reflexes were slowed.
   Which is how the suspect was able to rip his arm from your grip and shove you to the ground as he tried to make a break for it.Â
   Tim tackled him almost immediately, wrestling him into the cuffs that were dangling on one of his wrists where you had started to restrain him, and pushing him towards the shop.
   âWait, Paulâs got a message for you!â the man hurried out, looking only at you as Tim waked over and shoved him into the backseat. âHe said you best watch yourself, because he has connections, and he still hasnât gotten his revenge. Heâs outâand heâs coming for you.â
   âThatâs enough, get in the car.â Tim slammed the door shut, and the echo of it rang in your ears as the manâs words played over and over again.
   Heâs out, and heâs coming for you.Â
   âWhat the hell was that?âÂ
   You looked up to Bradfordâs questioningâand furiousâface. He offered you a hand and you took it, standing up to face him.Â
   âSorry, Iââ
   ââSorryâ doesnât stop criminals from escaping,â Tim shouted. âGet your head in the game. You do want to be a cop, donât you, Boot?â
   âYes, sir.â
   So much for Tim trusting you. You couldnât believe youâd almost just let a suspect get away. That had never happened to you before. But, that nameâ
   Your TO shook his head, walking to the drivers side and opening the door. âYou know, I should write you up for that.â
   You noticed his wording. âBut youâre not going to?â
   He waited for you to get into the passenger seat before saying,Â
   âI didnât say that. First youâre going to tell me what just happened between you two.â
   You flinched. âItânothing. It was nothing.â
   âUh-huh. It didnât sound like nothing. Whoâs Paul Cranston?âÂ
   You swallowed hard. âHeâs just someone I used to know.â
   A million images flashed through your head. Paulâs face looming over you. The flashing lights and sirens. Waking up in the hospital.Â
   You shook yourself out of it. You didnât want to talk about this now. You swore youâd never talk about it again. âShouldnâtâshouldnât we get back to the station. Donât we have to book this guy?â
   Tim sighed, started the car, and re-entered traffic. You breathed a sigh of relief.Â
   âControl, this is 7-Adam-19. I need an ID on a Paul Cranston,â Tim spoke into his radio.Â
   And so much for not talking about this now.
   âCan you do that without suspicion of a crime?â You asked him.
   âYou can when dispatch loves you.â He winked at you.Â
   You rolled your eyes at him as the radio began speaking.Â
   âPaul Cranston: caucasian male, date of birth 8/4/92, recently released on parole, history of theft and domestic violence.âÂ
   Tim turned his gaze to you. âHow do you know this man, Boot?â
   âItâsâa long story,â you told him.Â
   âWell then you better start talking if you want to finish before we reach the station,â Tim commanded, making a left turn.
   âCanât you just let it go?â You asked him. âItâs really not that big of a deal.â
   Heâs out, and heâs coming for you.Â
   You couldnât fight the shiver that racked your body.Â
   Timâs eyes flicked to you, before returning back to the road. Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, shifting the car into park before turning to you.Â
   âIf this is another one of your âIâm dying, where are weâ testsââ
   âBoot, focus,â Tim barked.Â
   âWith all due respect, sir, I donât think itâs really any of your concern ifââ
   âOf course itâs my concern!â Tim shouted. His expression was so intense, you squirmed under his gaze and you felt your face heat.Â
   He looked torn for a moment, before sighing and saying, âItâs my job as your TO to train you to the best of my abilities, and I canât do that if youâre withholding information that may affect your performance as an officer.â
   âFine,â you breathed. âIt was a long time ago. I was 18, Paul and I met freshman year of college. We started dating and things were fine, good even, for a while.â
   âUntil?â Tim prompted.
   âUntil he got pissed one night because I caught him coming home really late with a ski mask and a bag full of stolen cash. Cliche, right?â
   You looked to Tim, but his expression was as stony as ever and you continued.
   âApparently, heâd been stealing since high school and turns out heâd lied to me about working in retail and a whole bunch of other stuff. I threatened to call the police if he didnât stop andââ
   You took a deep breath, steeling yourself.
You watched the houses and trees and cars pass by as you drove towards the station.Â
   ââand he hit me. It didn't stop after thatâonce he knew he could get away with it. He said if I ever told anyoneâabout the robberies, the beatingsâthat heâd kill me. And I let him go on like that for months. I was so scared that if I called anyone, heâd make good on his promise.â
   Timâs grip on the steering wheel tightened, his fingers turning white, but he didnât speak.
   âBut then, one night, it got so bad that I thought he might actually kill me anyway. So I waited until he left the room for a minute and I called 911. He was arrested andâand thatâs all I remember before I blacked out. I woke up in the hospital the next morning.â
   You kept your voice even, trying not to let the emotion show through your story. You were just recounting facts. This was almost 10 years ago, and youâd moved on with your life.Â
   But reliving it all was hard, even after so much time had passed.Â
   âItâs actually why I joined the academy,â you finished. âI wanted to save people, the way the officers that night did for me.â
   You were both silent for a moment.Â
   A muscle in Timâs jaw ticked. âDoes the department know?â
   âYeah,â you sighed. âItâs all part of my file.â
   âAnd the guy back there?âÂ
   You shrugged, glancing back at the suspect and lowering your voice. âHe must be one of Paulâs partners or goons orâI donât know. I guess heâs been in contact with him since he was released, if he knows what I look like.â
   The thought made your skin crawl.Â
   âI donât know what came over me,â you kept going. âItâs been years, I justâI didnât expect to hear about him out of the blue from a criminal on the street, you know? But, I promise it wonât happen again.â
   Tim ignored that. âDo you think it was an empty threat?â
   âI donât know,â you admitted. âBut I sure as hell hope so.â
   Bradford was silent for a long moment, his expression tense.
   The radio crackled to life. â7-Adam-19, we have a 215 in progress near your area, 239 West Armston Street. Respond.âÂ
   âNegative,â Bradford answered the dispatch call.Â
   You stared at him, shocked. âWhy arenât we taking that? We can drop this guy off afterwards.â
   âYeah, I agree,â the suspect chimed in from the backseat. âI think you should take that first.â
   Tim payed him no attention. âTheyâll have someone else over there in minutes. We have more important things to do.â
   âYouâre not even going to ask me if I know what a 215 is?â You joked. Tim never passed up an opportunity to quiz you.Â
   âWhatâs a 215, Boot?âÂ
   âCarjacking.â
   âCorrect.â Tim nodded. âAnd weâre going to have a talk with Sergeant Grey.â
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  âPaul Cranston, released on parole from a thirteen year sentence three days ago, currently believed to be residing in the Woodland Hills area.â
   You sat in the briefing room, surrounded by other officers, as Sergeant Grey read out your ex-boyfriendâs file. You stared into Paulâs face on the screen, his mugshot visible from all angles.Â
   Bradford stood near the front of the room, leaning against the wall.Â
   âThe department is aware of Officer (Y/l/n)âs history with Mr. Cranston,â Grey continued. âAnd will take necessary action should the situation progress.â
   âSo, whatâs the course of action here?â Tim crossed his arms.Â
   âIâm afraid, as of now, there isnât one,â Grey said. âSince there is no direct proof against Paul Cranston, weâd essentially be taking the word of a petty thief and wasting resources on what most likely was a desperate attempt to escape arrest. The department doesnât exactly consider it a threat.â
  âDoesnât consider it a threat?â Timâs voice was low and dangerous. âHow about a charge for threatening an officer?â
  âBut Paul didnât threaten an officer,â you sighed, thinking. âThe armed robbery suspect did.â
   âExactly, Officer (Y/l/n),â Grey agreed. âBasically, our hands are tied.â
   âThen untie them,â Bradford snapped, beginning to pace. âThereâs gotta be some technicality we can get him on. Violation of parole, conspiring with a felon, failure toââ
   âThatâs enough, Officer Bradford,â The sergeant fixed your TO with a firm look. âI appreciate your concern for (Y/l/n)âs safety, but weâve done all we can do. And, for now, thatâs nothing.â
   Timâs concern for your safety. That thought had been in the back of your mind since the ride to the station. You couldnât figure out why Tim was so determined about this. You supposed you were his rookie and was his job to look out for you. It was just, up until now, he hadnât exactly done anything to make you believe heâd care so much.
   âFailure to take action could be endangering one of our officers,â Tim said, his jaw clenched. âWhoâs to say this guy wonât make good on his threat? At least increase security at (Y/l/n)âs residence.â
   âTim, its fine,â you said, your voice firm. âLet it go.âÂ
   They were making a big enough deal about this already. It probably was just a case of a criminal trying anything to get free. You doubted Paul even cared about what happened to you anymore. He probably never wanted to see you againâand that was a good thing.Â
   But, then, you couldnât get those words out of your head.
   Heâs out and heâs coming for you.
   Bradford turned to you, his chest rising and falling. He looked soâŚresolved. Like he did when chasing down a suspect or that time when youâd walked in on him in the training rooms.
   Images of Tim shirtless, the muscles in his back tight as he pushed himself harder filled your head and you quickly shook them away. Definitely not the time.Â
  âWeâll send a surveillance team to Paulâs location in the morning,â Grey said, turning to address you. âBut for now the best thing you can do is to go home, get some sleep, and not let this rattle you. Understood?â
   âYes, Sergeant.â
   âGood. Because the last thing the L.A.P.D needs is a cop who lets their personal life get in the way of their ability to do their job in any way thatâs less than exemplary. I trust thatâs not the case?âÂ
   You glanced to Bradford, certain he was going to mention your mistake with the suspect earlier.Â
   âNo, Sir,â Tim said instead. âMy rookies donât do âless than exemplaryâ. Donât worry about (Y/l/n)âsheâs proved to me she has what it takes to be an officer.â
   âGlad to hear it. Shift over. Everybody else, back to work,â Sergeant Grey waved everyone away.Â
   You walked towards the front of the room, hearing grumbled complaints about midnight shift from the unlucky officers who still had to do patrol as you did so.Â
   You stopped in front of your TO. His eyes were on you, his brow drawn in something that looked like concern.
   âThanks,â you said. You couldnât believe heâd told Grey all thatâit was the most complimentary thing heâd said about you in your whole time riding with him.Â
   âI didnât say anything that wasnât true,â Tim stated, shrugging. âI expect you to live up to any praise Iâve given you.â
   âYes, sir,â you nodded, almost smiling.
   âBesides, youâre being trained by me. Youâd have to be royally screwed up not to become one of the best on the force.â
   âAnd heâs humble too,â you teased. âBut Iâm going to take that as a compliment.â
   âWhatever, Boot.â Tim smiled, shaking his head.Â
   âBe nonchalant all you want,â you said, feeling brave. âI know you like me.â
   For a brief moment, Tim looked like youâd slapped him. But then, the flash ofâwhatever that wasâwas gone and his expression was replaced by one of cold indifference.Â
   âIn your TO not your friend, (Y/l/n),â he stated. âItâs not about liking you. Itâs about training you.â
   You sighed inwardly. Just when you thought you were making ground with Tim, he treated you like youâd just met. âOf course, how could I forget.â
   Tim stayed silent.Â
  âWell, I should head out,â you told him, âIâve got a busy night ahead me. You know, trying not to get killed by my ex and all.â
   Youâd meant it as a joke, to make light of the situation that left you feeling more uneasy than youâd care to admit. Tim, however, just shook his head and brushed past you, out of the briefing room.Â
   You stood there for a moment, trying to work through what had just happened, before turning around and taking a step in the other direction. Only to find Officers Lopez and Bishop standing in front of you, staring between you and Timâs retreating figure.Â
   âSo howâd you do it?â Bishop looked you up and down.
   âDo what?â You asked, confused.Â
   âGet Tim wrapped around your finger,â Lopez answered for her, smirking.Â
   You felt your eyes widen. âTimâs notââÂ
   âPlease,â Lopez put her hands on her hips. âIâve watched him train dozens of rookies and heâs never stood up for any of them like that. So naturally I figured youâre either blackmailing him or sleeping with him.â
   You blanched, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks as you let what Angela said sink in. You knew she was just teasing you, but the statement caught you off guard. You imagined you and Timâtogether. It wasnât necessarily an unpleasant thought. And then you realized what you were thinking and you chided yourself, hurriedly un-imagining it.Â
   âNo, thatâs notâneither one of those things,â you answered quickly. âTrust me, Tim doesnât give me any special treatment, if thatâs what youâre implying. I actually canât tell if he hates me half of the time.â
   âWeâre not implying anything,â Bishop replied. âOnly observing. And he doesnât hate you.â
   âHow can you possibly know that?â You were suddenly insecure. You still held on to a secret dread that you were going to wildly disappoint Timâthat you already had. Sure, there was all the stuff he had just said. But there was also months of him being hard on you and saying that you werenât friends.Â
   âBecause Iâve seen him hate plenty of people,â Bishop spoke. âAnd he definitely didnât look at them the way he looks at you.â
   The way Tim looked at you? You werenât aware he looked at you in a way that was different from the way he looked at anyone else at the station.
   âWhat are you guys trying to say?â You asked them.Â
   âIâm saying watch out,â Bishop raised an eyebrow. âBecause Tim might like you more than heâs willing to let youâor himselfâin on.â
   Could there be any truth to what the two officers were saying? Was it wrong for a small part of you to hope there was?
   âUm, ok,â you said, blinking. âIâll keep that in mind, thanks.â
   âDonât believe us if you want, itâs your call,â Bishop shrugged, backing up. âBut Iâm telling you, you mean something to Tim that the rest of us can only guess at.â
   And with that she walked out of the room.
  âBishop can be intense,â Angela said when the woman was out of earshot. âSheâs got that whole âanti-cops-datingâ thing going onâbut I do think sheâs right about this. Timâs tough, and Iâm sure he gives you hellâbut itâs not because he doesnât like you. I actually think itâs quite the opposite. â
   Was there really something that everyone saw between you and Tim except for you? You still couldnât even entertain the thought that Tim had feelings for you that were more than TO and rookie.Â
   âWell youâve certainly left me with a lot to think about,â you said finally.
   âThen Iâll let you start thinkingâyouâre welcome for the peace of mind.âÂ
   You wouldnât have used the phrase peace of mind, yourself. Sure, it was nice to know that the officers who had known your TO for years were confident that he didnât look down on you. But, this conversation also had left your head swimming with conflicting thoughts about Tim that you didnât feel like dealing with right now.
   âAnd take care,â Lopez said knowingly. âWe have your back if anything happens.â
   With that, your thoughts slammed back to the current situation.
  âRight, that. Youâyou think somethingâs going to happen?â You asked, trying to sound casual.
   âI think in this job we have to be prepared for the worst,â she corrected. âBut I also think that bastard would have to be pretty stupid to mess with you.â
   She smiled at you and you smiled back. After watching her leave, you followed her path, heading towards the locker rooms.
   You thought about what she had said about you and Tim, about Paul.
   You hoped she was rightâyou just couldnât say which you hoped she was more right about.
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   Your thoughts bounced between your conversation with Talia and Angela and the message from your ex as you walked to your car minutes later.Â
   When you woke up this morning, you thought the most stressful part of your day wouldâve been a police chase or a shootout. You never wouldâve expected it to be my ex-boyfriend is out of jail and could be hunting me down and my training officer might have feelings for me.
   Funny how things could change so fast.
   Suddenly, you heard a bang. You spun around quickly, your heart in your throat. But it was only a car door being slammed shut from across the parking lot.Â
   Get a grip, you told yourself.Â
   You rounded the corner, running a hand through your hair.
   You stopped. Tim was leaning against the side of your car, arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked you up and down.
   âWhat are you doing?â You asked.Â
   âDriving you home, Boot,â Tim said. âGet in the car.â
   âTim, you donât have toââ
   âThat wasnât a question, give me the keys.â
   There was no point in fighting him. Besides, there was a small part of you that didnât really want to fight him.Â
   You tossed him the keys to your car and got in the passenger seat with a sigh. Â
   Tim started the engine.Â
   âIf this is about Paul, this really isnât necessary,â you said after youâd been driving for several minutes and the silence became too much. âI can handle myself. I am an officer, in case you forgot.â
   âYouâre a rookie,â Tim corrected, eyes never leaving the road. âAnd if the department wonât do anything, then I will.â
   âWhatâweâre not going to go looking for him, are we?â You asked.
   âOf course not,â Tim scoffed. âIâm not a vigilante, Boot. Where do you live?â
   âTake a left at the light,â you guided.Â
   Neither of you talked for the remainder of the drive, save your occasional directions. When you pointed out your apartment building, Tim parked the car and handed you the keys.Â
   âThanks,â you mumbled to him as you got out of the car, grabbing your bag and heading towards the building.
   You heard a door shut behind you and turned to find your TO standing on the sidewalk, an eyebrow raised.
   âYou didnât think I was just going to let you spend the night alone with a target on your head, did you, Boot?âÂ
   âTimââ
   âNo more protests,â he said firmly. âAs your TO, Iââ
   âNo, I was just going to say that if you were planning on staying here, why couldnât I have just driven my own car?â
   âI donât let my rookies drive,â Tim walked past you and to the front door. âEven off-duty.â
   You followed him quickly, getting out your key and letting you both in.
   When you reached your apartment you did a quick scan of the spaceâit wasnât exactly like youâd been expecting company, much less your training officer. You cringed at the messiness.
   âHow many entrances and exits are there?â Bradford asked.Â
   âUm, just the front door. And thereâs windows in the kitchen and the bedroom,â you said.Â
   You skimmed past everything in the place, looking towards the window in your bedroom. Your eye caught on one of your bras hanging from your bedpost. You quickly ran over and shut the door, blushing and hoping Tim hadnât noticed.
   âPlease, Boot,â Tim made a face. âItâs nothing I havenât already seen before.â
   âOk no offense, but I usually donât let guys see my bra the first time I bring them to my place,â you joked.
   âIf thatâs an offer, Iâm going to have to politely decline.â
   âWhatâno,â you hurried out, worried your voice sounded wrong. âI just meantââ
  Tim interrupted. âIâm going to do a sweep of the place, make sure everythingâs as it should be.â
   âIs that really needed?â
   âIâm not taking any chances.â He left the room and you sunk down onto the couch, letting your bag fall to the floor.Â
   Your TO returned a few minutes later. âAll clear.â
   âSee, everythingâs fine,â you said, speaking just as much to yourself as you were to Tim.Â
   âWell,â Bradford started, amusement in his eyes. âI wouldnât say everything is fine. Your storage closetâs a fire hazard.â
   Had Tim Bradford just made a joke?
   âIâll be sure not to exit through the closet in the events of a fire,â you said sarcastically. âAnd if you keep insulting my living space, Iâm going to be forced to kick you out.â
   âBold for someone whose career I could end.â
   âYou canât end my career for that,â you shot back. Paused. âCan you?â
   Tim raised his eyebrows.
   âOnly one way to find out,â you said enthusiastically, teasing him now. âIâll see you tomorrow. Donât let the closet trap you on the way out.
   âNice try, Boot. But youâre still stuck with me for,â Tim checked his watch. âeight hours.â
   âNine hours,â you corrected. You had to leave for work in nine hours.
   âYouâre right, I should get us drinks,â Tim joked.
   You rolled you eyes and he shot you a look. âHelp yourself to anything in the fridge.â
   Tim got up, disappearing into the kitchen. Â
   âIs all you own ginger ale, Boot?â He called.Â
   âThereâs six year old tequila in the cupboard,â you suggested.
   âGinger ale it is.â
   Tim joined you in the living room again, carrying two bottles. He handed one to you, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch.Â
   You noted the careful distance he put between you.Â
   âWhatâs this thing made of, Boot? Plywood?â Tim asked, inspecting the couch.
   You smothered a laugh.
   âGet comfortable. Itâs where youâre sleeping,â you answered.Â
   âWonât be necessary. If youâre not awake youâre not aware.â
   âSo, what, weâre taking shifts on guard like this is a stakeout?â You asked.
   âDonât be ridiculous. I didnât come here to sleep.â
   âTim I canât let you stay up all night while Iâm unconscious.â you sighed.
   âYou can if itâs an order. Besides, no offense, but rookies are historically less vigilant and have a slower response timeâŚâÂ
   You tried not to take offense at that. âRight, Eagle Eye.â
   Tim glared at you.Â
   âAngela told me.â
   âOf course she did. And at least I didnât leave valuable evidence on the street to chase after a dog wearing a top hat.â
   âSparky couldâve been involved in the crime,â you said, indignant. âAnd that was one time!â
   âOne time too many,â Tim mumbled, lifting the bottle to his lips, his eyes sparkling.Â
   âOk, so when you were a rookie you were, what, perfect?â You shot back.
   âDamn straight.â Tim nodded.Â
   âYou made no mistakes, at all?â You prompted.
   âWell,â Tim took a sip of his drink. âThere was one thing.â
   âAside from the graffiti incident?â
   âThat wasnât a mistake because it wasnât my fault. I was following direct orders andâyou know what, never mind. If you donât want to hear itââ
   âNo, no, I do!â you scooted towards the edge of your seat in anticipation. âAnd none of that âI worked too hard and too efficientlyâ crap.â
   âWouldnât dream of it,â he said sarcastically. âMy first week on the job I was put on paperwork duty, which wasââ
   âBoring and tedious? I can imagine,â you deadpanned, having been put in charge of paperwork by Tim many times.
   âI was going to say necessary and a valuable skill to have,â Bradford corrected. âBut anyways, we had just got done booking a couple suspects and I was working on the reports. A triple homicide and a prostitution case. It was a long day and I was tired and I guess I got sloppyââ
   âYou? Sloppy?â You interrupted.
   âDo you want me to tell you this story or not?â
   âRight, sorry. Continue.â
   Tim did. âIâd just finished tagging the evidence for both cases and when I was filling everything out I somehow got the numbers mixed up. Long story short, according to my report, the homicide gun ended up being linked to the prostitution case and the weapon allegedly used in the triple homicide wasâŚa pair of pink, fluffy handcuffs.â
   You couldnât stop the laugh that escaped you now.
   âForensics caught it before it was sent to the judge, thank god,â Bradford sighed. âBut the next day when I was getting ready for my shift, I was greeted by dozens of similar handcuffs in my lockerâapparently Smitty has a guy.â
   âTell me you kept them,â you begged, pulling your knees up to your chest.
   âOf course not!â
   Tim blinked.
   âWell, not all of themâIsabel made me take a pair home. I found out later that she was the one who orchestrated the whole prank. She used to do stuff like that all the time before she, uh,ââ
   âTimââ
   Youâd heard about Bradfordâs ex-wife. How sheâd become an addict, gotten herself mixed up with bad people. You knew how much it had affected Tim, even if he hadnât said so.Â
   She was in rehab now, getting her life back together. You were glad she was finally getting the help she needed. Still, you knew how much she meant to Tim. How much it had hurt him to move on from her and let her start a new life without him.Â
   âIâm fine.â Tim said firmly, clearing his throat. âItâs good to talk about herâŚbefore. Sheâs on the right path now.â
   You stared at the ground in front of you, picking at your fingernails.Â
   âAre you still in love with her?â The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it. You didnât know why you askedâdidnât know why you cared what the answer was. Ten minutes ago you wouldnât have even dared to ask that question. Â
   But he was being so uncharacteristically open and you seemed to be getting along well. You reluctantly brought your eyes up to Tim.
   His eyes had gone wide. He looked like he wanted to leave or yell at you or both, and you immediately regretted it.
   But then his eyes softened and he opened his mouth. âNo. Iâll always care about her and sheâll always be someone that I did love. But relationships changeâpeople change.â
   You nodded. âI get itâI mean, Iâm kind of rusty on relationshipsâbut I get it. I actually havenât dated anyone since Paul. I guess it was just hard to trust someone after that. I kind of sabotaged any relationship that had any chance of starting.â
   It was the first time youâd admitted that to anyone. You wouldnât have pegged Tim as being so easy to talk to. You had almost forgotten about the whole Paul situation before youâd just brought him up. You had been enjoying hanging out with Tim, no matter the circumstances. He was actually pleasant to be around when he wasnât on the clock.Â
   You imagined this happening more oftenâyou and Tim, not just coworkers but friends. Maybe even more. Maybe this was one relationship you didnât have to end before it started.
   You dared to let yourself think about it. You watched Tim process your words. Saw the emotion clearly written in his face as he looked at you intensely.Â
   âHey, thanks again for not letting me be alone tonight,â you told him, youâre voice soft.Â
   âDonât take it personally, Boot,â he said. âMy house is being repainted and even your place beats breathing in paint fumes all night.â
   âIâm honored,â you laughed, rolling your eyes. âBut you have to admit this has been funâhanging out.â
   Your little impromptu sleepover. You smiled.
   Tim, however, looked like a switch had been flipped inside of him. You watched as he clenched his jaw, leaning almost imperceptibly away from youÂ
   âListen, Bootââ
   He was cut off by the sound of breaking glass and a loud thumping sound.Â
   You both shot up off the couch, abandoning your drinks. Timâs hand went to his gun. You did the same.Â
   Tim turned to you. âStay here.â
   âLike hell,â you shot back, following him as he started to do a sweep of the main room.
   If that sound was someoneâPaulâbreaking in, you werenât going to sit here and let Bradford fight your battles for you.Â
   He signaled to let you know he was moving to the kitchen. You nodded, following.Â
   âClear,â he muttered, and moved on towards the bathroom. You were right behind him when you heard another noise, like the muffled sound of scraping of furniture, and you spun around.
   The bedroom. It was the only room in that direction that you hadnât checked yet.Â
   You glanced to Tim, but he hadnât heard it. He was a few feet ahead of you, just now entering the bathroom.Â
   You slowly stepped away from him and made your way across the apartment, down the hall and over to the closed bedroom door.
   Holding your weapon in one hand, you opened the door with the other. But, you barely had time to see what was on the other side before you were grabbed and a cloth was shoved into your mouth.Â
   Your gun was ripped from your hand, and you were pushed hard onto the ground. Your wrist burned where you landed on shards of glass from the broken window
   Something smacked into the back of your head and you were dragged and thrown onto the bed on the corner. You heard the door shut.Â
   Squinting up into the light, rubbing your throbbing head, your heart dropped as you saw who was in front of you.Â
   âDid you miss me?â Paul sneered, spinning your gun in his hand.Â
   You froze. Everything crashed into you at once. The events of the last time you saw your ex-boyfriend sped through your mind. Suddenly, you were scared and 18 again, at the mercy of this man.Â
   âI guess you got my manâs message,â Paul continued. âBecause you donât exactly look shocked to see me. Scared, of course, but not shocked.â
   Coming back to yourself, you scrambled up onto your knees, ready to knock him out.
   Paul shook his head, laughing. âNo, no. If you move even an inch Iâll shoot you right in the forehead.â
   You sat back down, your heart thumping in your chest as you scanned the room for a way out. Some way to get the upper hand on him. You had been trained for this.
   âListen to me,â he continued, his hand coming to the gag in your mouth. You flinched away from him. âI know thereâs someone in here with you. If you try to scream to alert them, I will also shoot you. Iâd like to play with you first before I put a bullet in your brain but, hey, Iâm not picky. Is that clear?â
   You nodded, trying to measure how fast you could knock the weapon out of his hand before he could take a shot at you. Paul took the cloth out of you mouth.
   You gasped in air. âBackupâs going to be in here any second and then youâre going back to prison.â
   Tim would notice you were gone. He had to.Â
   âOh, I donât think so,â Paul smiled. âIâll be long gone and youâll be long dead before that happens.â
   You glanced towards the door. What was taking him so long?
   Suddenly, Paul reached forwards and gripped your face in his hand. âJust as beautiful as I remember. It was such a shame things had to end with us as they did. How did that happen again? Oh, thatâs right. You betrayed me.â
   âAnd that was the best decision I ever made,â you spat.Â
   Paul backed up, shaking his head. âYouâve gotten feistier, baby. Itâll make this so much more fun for me.â
   He stepped back towards you, his face inches from yours, sneering. âThisâll be just like old times.â
   Bam! The door to your bedroom busted open. Bradford rushed in, taking in the situation. You breathed a sigh of relief.
   âGet down on the ground!â Tim growled.
   Paul froze for only a second, fear flashing across his face, but it was enough. You lunged, wrestling the gun out of his hands, your wrist protesting.Â
   You trained it on him. Paul was surrounded.
   âYou have five seconds to get on the ground before I shoot you,â Tim bit out, his expression murderous.
   âCome on, baby, youâre not going to let Officer Buzzkill treat me like that, are you?â Paul appealed to you.Â
   You leveled your gaze on him, ignoring his words. âYou heard him. Get on the ground.â
   Paul slowly knelt, never taking his eyes off of you. Tim charged him, pulling out handcuffs and locking them around his wrists.Â
  You took a moment to be amusedâof course Tim had off-duty cuffs.Â
  âSo this ends the way it starts, huh?â Paul shook his head. âYou getting me locked up?â
   âJust like old times,â you echoed his earlier statement. You stayed stoic, putting your hands on your hips to hide the way they shook.
  Anger sparked in Paulâs eyes before he took on a smug expression. âYouâre right. Youâre the same girl you were when I met you. You havenât changed a bit.â
   âDonât listen to him, Boot,â Tim warned hauling the man up off the ground.Â
   âYou know Iâm right,â Paulâs manic eyes bore into yours. He was enjoying every moment of this, laughter in his tone. It took all that was in you to keep your expression blank, unaffected. âYouâll always be that person I knewâthe person who loved me. Because you didâlove me. You couldâve walked away. But you didnât. You just took it all like the victim you are. You pathetic bitchââ
   He was cut off abruptly as Tim slammed him face-first against the wall. Paul cried out.
   âThatâs enough!â Tim shouted. âIf you ever threatenâno, if you even look at (Y/l/n) again, I will hunt you down and personally remove every external limb from your body, do you understand me? (Y/n) is a million times the person you will ever be and you donât get to make her feel small. If I didnât think sitting in a cell for the rest of your life was a worse fate, Iâd kill you right nowâscrew the department.â
   Your ears were ringing, your head dizzy as you tried to ground yourself. Your voice came out tiny. âTim, stop.â
   Bradford turned to you, almost as if he had forgotten you were in the room. He was breathing hard, his fists clenched around the man in custody.Â
   âAnd sheâs not a victim,â Tim whispered, turning back to Paul, his voice right by his ear. âSheâs a survivor.â
   With that, he shoved Paul back to the ground and moved over to you, his eyes roaming over your face. Your body. He took the gun out of your hands, setting it on the desk. Then, he gripped your injured wrist and you winced as he inspected it.
   âProbably hurts like hell, but you wonât need stitches. Any other injuries?â
   âUm, he hit me in the back of the head,â you felt your scalp, a lump already forming.
   Timâs hands moved to your hair, his touch gentle, his breath on your cheek as he leaned to get a better look.
   Your own breath caught, your heart racing at the intimacy of your position.Â
   âWhatâs the damage?â You almost whispered.
   Timâs eyes met yours, the heat of his stare spreading through your body. âYouâll have a nasty bruise, but thereâs no external bleeding.â
   Tim stepped back, and you found yourself wishing he hadnât.
   âAre youâare you ok, Boot?â He asked carefully.Â
   How did you even answer that question? You were still in shock, unable to process what had just happened.Â
   âI will be,â you settled on, breathing in slowly. Exhaling.
   Tim looked like he wanted to say more but he clenched his jaw, glancing in the direction of Paul, who had been uncharacteristically silent. Maybe he had finally accepted his defeat.Â
   âIâm going to call for back up, you go clean that up,â Tim gestured to the blood covering your wrist where you had landed in the broken glass. âYou need help?â
   âNo, I got it,â You nodded, walking towards the bathroom as you heard Tim make the call.
   â911, whatâs your emergency?â
   âThis is off-duty officer Tim Bradford, badge 34831. I need a unit to my location for a 126. Suspect in custody. Code 4.â
   Timâs voice faded as you made your way down the hall, shutting the bathroom door after you to access the medicine cabinet behind it.
   You took out the necessary supplies and began cleaning the wound. You stopped in front of the sink, letting your burning eyes close for a moment, massaging your temples.Â
   Now that you were alone, you let yourself collapse, bracing your hands against the counterÂ
   Images flooded your senses.Â
   The gag. Paul hitting you from behind. You, young and frightened, huddled on the ground. That gleam in his eyes.
   Your eyes snapped open, your breath coming out fast.
   Heâs in custody. You told yourself. He canât hurt you anymore.Â
   You looked at your reflection in the mirror staring wearily back at you, your hands still shaking as you brushed your hair back from your face. Was it hot in here or was it just you?
   Turning your attention back to your wrist, you took a deep breath and continued to dab at the wound.
   You reached for the bandages on the counter. A sheen of sweat broke out on your forehead as you wrapped your arm.Â
   You pictured Paulâs grip on you. His words rang in your ears.Â
   Youâre the same girl you were when I met you. You havenât changed a bit.
   The room tilted. You swayed on your feet so you sunk down to the ground, leaning your head against the cabinet, the cool wood pressing against your head.Â
   You tried to slow your erratic breathing but you couldnât. You couldnâtâ
   The sound of footsteps and voices carried through the door. You were vaguely aware that it was probably the backup here to take Paul away.
   You closed your eyes, your throat tight, you pulse thundering in your ears.
   Iâm ok, you tried to tell yourself. Iâm ok. Iâm ok.
   You were unaware how long you sat like this. You had no concept of time. Your thoughts were wild, images flashing in and out, unable to form conscious ideas. Every breath sending a sharp pain through your body.Â
   âBoot?â
   The muffled voice was closer than the others had been.Â
   âBoot?â The voice was louder now. You registered Tim at the door. He knocked once. Twice.Â
   âBoot, Iâm coming in,â he shouted, his voice laced with worry. The door was shoved open.Â
   âDammit,â he cursed, seeing your state. You felt him getting closer to you, but you didnât look up as he knelt by you, his concerned expression taking in yours.
   âHey, look at me,â Tim coaxed. â(Y/l/n), breathe.â
   He seemed miles and miles away. There was a pause.
   âHey, Boot, I got another test for you,â he spoke quickly, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. âI want you to tell me the most annoying person we work with.â
   âWhat?â You rasped, barely hearing him.Â
  âBishopâs an easy target,â he said. âAnd Lopez is a slob, so you canât go wrong there. Westâs got the whole daddy issues thing. Donât even get me started on Nolanââ
   You swallowed hard, your mouth feeling dry.
   âAnd then thereâs me. I mean, Iâm annoying right?â
   You breathed a shaky laugh, opening your eyes slowly.Â
   Tim smiled. âOh so you agree? Itâs ok, Boot, you can say me. Go ahead, I can take it.â
   When you didnât say anything, Tim kept talking. âPersonally Iâd go for Detective Coleman. The man makes double what I do and Iâm convinced he doesnât own a decent looking tie.â
   âL-like theâthe green one from last week,â you managed, trying to slow your breathing.
   âLeprechauns would call it tacky,â Tim agreed. âNow, since weâve discussed this from all angles Iâm going to need you to choose wisely. Because this is going to go on your evaluation for today.â
   You gulped. âAreâare you going to get me fired if I say you?â
   Tim let out a quiet, relieved laugh. âI knew it. Guess whoâs going back to long-sleeves on Monday?â
   âIn this heat wave? Youâyou wouldnât dare,â you joked, sniffing.
   âI donât know, I am the most annoying person you work withâsounds like something I might do.â
   You laughed again, this time the sound coming out less strained. You focused on taking deep breaths, feeling your heart rate return to normal.Â
   âThere you go.â Tim stood up, offering his hand to you for the second time that day. You gripped his arm as he pulled you up onto shaky legs.
   âThanks,â you mumbled, embarrassed to have had your TO see you like this now that your head was clearer.Â
   âFor what, doing my job?â
   You smiled weakly at him, running a hand along your forehead. âSorry for umââ Â
   âHaving a normal reaction to a highly emotional situation? Donât apologize for being human,â Tim said firmly, his forehead creased.
   âSo, heâs gone?â Youâre voice came out small.
   Timâs expression softened. âHeâs gone.â
   You nodded again, looking at the floor. Tim sighed, reaching an arm out. âCome here.â
You took a step towards him and then you were in his arms, his embrace strengthening you as he rubbed your back. You stood there like that, not wanting this to end. Not wanting to put distance between you again. Finally, he pulled back and looked down at you, his gaze weighted, before taking a few steps towards the door. You looked over Timâs shoulder.
   âHey, (Y/n), look at me.â Tim said. You brought your gaze up to meet his. âHe is never going to hurt you again, ok? Iâll make sure of that.â
   You let your eyes fall closed, feeling ashamed that you had been so affected. That Tim had to handle all of this for you. âI know. And Iâll understand if afterâŚall this, you donât see me fit toâto be a police officer anymore.â
   Timâs eyes hardened, his voice hardening with them. âWith all do respect, Boot, thatâs the stupidest thing youâve ever said. I meant every word of what I said back thereâyouâre a survivor. All I saw tonight is that you are a brave and intelligent woman who just so happens to have a scumbag of an ex-boyfriend. Donât let it define you because then he wins. Youâre a great cop, (Y/l/n). Itâs rookies like you who make the force as strong as it is.â
   You listened to Tim speak. He sounded soâŚpassionate. Bishopâs words came back to you.
   Tim might like you more than heâs willing to let youâor himselfâin on.
   You desperately wanted that to be true, now more than ever. Heâd been so kind to you in this past hourâstaying with you, rescuing you, reassuring you, bringing you back from whatever dark place you had just been in.Â
   And then this. Talking about you like heâŚlike he really cared about you. And maybe it was just because he felt like as your training officer he had to protect you. But in the moment, it felt like maybe it could be more than that.Â
  âSo what Iâm hearing is, Iâm getting a promotion?â You teased finally, brushing your hair back from your damp face, breaking the silence.Â
   Bradford put up a hand. âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves, you still have a lot to learn from me.â
   You sighed. This was normal, this was comfortable. How you and Tim always acted with each other. You were both relieved and disappointed at the change back into familiar territory.Â
   You ran a hand through your hair, stifling a yawn. Saying today had been a long day wouldâve been the understatement of the century.
   âNow come on,â Tim flicked his head in the direction of the door. âItâs way past my bedtime.â
   âLet me guess, nine p.m. sharp every night?â You teased.
   âThatâs not true.â
   You raised an eyebrow at him.
   âNine-thirty,â he admitted.Â
   You giggled, following Tim out of the bathroom and into the hallway which led to the living room.
   You glanced at your bedroom as you passed it, trying not to think about what had happened in there. It was over now, you told yourself.Â
   âSince my room is kind of a crime scene, I guess weâre both crashing out here,â you sighed, gesturing to the couch.Â
   Silence filled the room and you immediately realized your mistake, cheeks flaming.Â
   âOr, right, I guess you can go now. Dangerâs over.â
   âAre you kidding?â Tim said. âAnd get to bed even later? Iâm not going anywhere.â
   You stepped into the living room. You were glad Tim was staying. You felt safer with him here, even though you knew it was irrational.Â
   âIâll get the blankets and stuff,â you said, turning back the way youâd came.
   âLet me go with you,â Tim offered.
   âI would but theyâre in the closet and I donât want it to trap you or something,â you said.Â
   âYou think I canât take a closet full of your crap? Bring it on,â Tim challenged and you led him down the hall.Â
   A few minutes later you returned to the living room, blankets and pillows in tow. Tim helped you pull out the couch bedâyou were grateful youâd opted for this couch instead of a regular oneâand you stood back, admiring your work.Â
   âTake the couch,â you told him. âIt was your bed originally.â
   âNot gonna happen.â Tim crossed his arms. âItâs your house. And youâre injured.â
   âIâm fine. And where are you going to sleep? The floor?â You asked him.Â
   Tim scanned the room and then sat down on the chair across from the couch-turned-bed.Â
   âAre you sure youâre ok on that?â You asked. It didnât exactly look comfortable for spending hours on.
   âTrust me, Boot, you got the short end of the stick. Have fun sleeping on plywood.âÂ
   You smiled. âSo, what, youâre just going to sit over there and watch me sleep?â
   âI can leave, if youâreââ
   âNo,â youâre voice came out faster and more sharp than youâd intended. âI mean, you came all this way, I donât want you to have to get an Uber home at this hour.â
   You climbed into bed, aware that you were still in your clothes, but not caring enough to change.Â
   âWe should get some sleep, itâs been a long night,â Tim sighed. He got up and turned the lights off, darkness filling the room.Â
   âDamn, boot,â you heard Timâs voice even though you couldnât see him anymore. âItâs pitch black in here. You donât sleep with a light or anything?â
   âWell I donât usually sleep in my living room,â you pointed out. Then you stifled a laugh. âWait a minute. Is Officer Tim Bradford afraid of the dark?â
   Tim scoffed. âIâm not afraid of the dark.â
   âYour secretâs safe with me,â you teased.
   âThere is no secret,â Tim shot back.
   You winked. âExactly.â
   âYouâre impossible.â
   âThank you.â You smiled.
   The room fell silent. You heard him sit back down.Â
   You laid back, staring up at the ceiling. The seconds ticked by.Â
  âDo youâdo you think he really wouldâve shot me?â You asked, finally.
   âI donât know,â Tim admitted. âHe clearly thought you guys had unfinished business. But guys like that get high on fearâon desperation. He couldnât have that if you were dead. In his mind, heâd be losing his power over you.â
   He paused.Â
   âBesides, I donât think he wouldâve gotten the chance,â Tim said. âHe clearly underestimated the badass-ness of his opponent.â
   You snorted. âDid you just say âbadass-nessâ?â
   âItâs a word!â Tim defended.Â
   You laughed, turning over on your side.Â
   âBut seriously, if you ever need anything, you can always talk to me,â Tim said, sounding earnest. âI mean it.â
   âI may just take you up on that,â you responded. âDo you tell that to all your rookies?â
   You could barely make out Timâs frame in the dark. âNo, not all of them.â
   âIâm going to take that as Iâm special,â you said.Â
   Your next words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. Â
  âYou know, Lopez and Bishop had this crazy idea that you had feelings for me,â you said, staring up at the ceiling. âBut I told them it was just thatâcrazy.â
   Tim didnât speak.
   âIt is crazy right?â You asked. You had to know. He still was silent. âRight?â
   âBoot, lookââ Bradford started. His voice came out rough, as if he hadnât talked in days. Your heartbeat was a deafening roar in your ears.Â
   âTim?â
   You could hear more than see Timâs movements. He stood, pacing the length of the room. Sat back down. Stood up again. Sat.Â
   âDammit, Boot, I canât do this,â he finished. âI canât do this right now, (Y/n).â
   Your pulse quickened. He hadnât denied it.Â
   You stood up.Â
   And maybe it was having to deny your attraction to your TO for seven months. Maybe it was the adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the attack earlier. Maybe it was because the darkness felt safe and secretâmade you feel like you could do anything. Maybe you were just too eager after his small encouragementâor, lack of discouragement.
   But, whatever the reason, you walked over to where Tim sat, kneeled down, looked into his confused, strained eyes, and kissed him.Â
   Tim froze, his lips still against yours. And then, almost as if he was afraid you would vanish or startle, he placed his hand gingerly on your waist, and leaned into the kiss.
   And he was kissing you back. Tim Bradford was kissing you back.Â
   His free hand went to your hair, deepening the kiss as he gripped you closer. He kissed you like he had been waiting a lifetime.
   It was desperate and raw and passionateâit was perfect.
   You broke apart, both gasping for breath.   Â
   âListen, Boot,â Tim started. You watched his Adamâs apple bob as he swallowed. âYouâve had a long and confusing dayââ
   You interrupted him. âYeah. Yeah, I have. But Iâm not confused about this.â
   You brought your lips to his again. This time he didnât hold back. He pulled you closer to him and you felt the warmth of him through his shirt.Â
   When you came apart again, he was smiling.Â
   âWell, I guess I can check thinking that you hate me off my daily checklist,â you whispered.Â
   âI donât hate you, Boot,â Tim said. âI actually hate how much I donât hate you.â
   You studied the planes of his face, the light from the hallway illuminating his eyes. His lips. His jawline.
   âBootââ
   âIf youâre going to say that this is a bad idea, I donât want to hear it. Not tonight,â you said.Â
   âI thought that was obvious.â Tim stated matter-of-factly. âI was going to say actually Iâd appreciate it if you did turn on a lamp or something, becauseââ
   You laughed, kissing him again.Â
   âBut seriously,â Tim continued. âYou know we canât do this.â
   âWhy not?â You pouted. âIf itâs what we both want.â
   âItâs not about what we wantâwe could be putting both of our careers in jeopardy.â
   You knew he was right. Of course he was right.Â
   âBut is itâwhat you want?âÂ
   âGod yes,â Tim blurted, standing up, his voice strained. âItâs what Iâve wanted from the moment I started training you. Do you know how hard itâs been trying to put distance between us and deny every damn thing when all I wanted to do wasââ
   He broke off, running a hand along his hair.Â
   âThen do it.â Your heart pounded in your chest. âYouâll only be my TO for a few more months, weâll just keep it a secret until then. No one has to know.â
   Tim looked at you.Â
   âOk youâre right, Bishop and Lopez will totally know somethingâs up,â you admitted.
   âI guess Iâll just have to transfer,â Tim joked.
   âWhat happened to âTim Bradford finished what he startsâ?â You asked.
   âOh I intend to do just that,â Tim whispered. âAre we really thinking about doing this?â
   You thought about the consequences you could faceâTim could faceâif it got out that you and your training officer were romantically involved. You knew it would be a huge riskâone that could get you cut from the program.
   You looked at Tim. He was watching you like he never wanted to let you go again. You thought about how long youâd wanted this, even if you didnât fully know it until tonight.
   And the decision seemed clear.
   âYeah,â you beamed. âYeah I think we are.â
   He cupped your face in his hand, his fingers warm against the back of your neck. Your eyes closed against his touch. You felt comfort for the first time in hours.
   âYou need rest,â Tim whispered and your eyes fluttered open. âAs much as Iâd love to do this all night.â
   You nodded, backing up towards your bed. Tim ran a hand through his hair again and then sat back down in the armchair.
  âWhatâre you doing?â You asked him.
  âGoing to bed,â Tim answered, as if it was obvious.Â
  âGet over here,â you gestured, rolling your eyes at him.
  âI was hoping youâd say that,â Tim smiled.Â
   You climbed into bed beside him, pulling the covers over both of you.
   You lay your head on Bradfords chest. You could feel his heartbeat in your ear as you closed your eyes.  Â
  âYou know, this will kind of be like doing undercover workâminus the threat of getting killed,â you said.Â
   âI donât know about thatâI wouldnât put anything past an angry Sergeant Grey.â
   âWeâll just have to be so in-character that we never find out,â you said.Â
   âIâll make sure to be extra tough on you next shift,â Tim agreed.Â
   âAnd thatâs different from any other day how?â You shot back, sitting up.Â
   âHey, training rookies is a sacred duty and I take that very seriously. If you think Iâm going to throw your education out the window simply becauseââ
   You shut him up by pressing your lips to his. You echoed his earlier words. âI wouldnât dream of it.â
   Tim shook is head slightly, eyes roaming over your face.Â
   âWhat?â You asked.
   âYouâre so beautiful, (Y/n),â Tim breathed. âIâm so glad I can finally tell you that.â
   âMe too,â you said. âEven if it tookâŚthis for it to happen.â
   âSpeaking of which, maybe Iâll take a sick day tomorrow,â Tim said. âSince thereâs no way Greyâor myselfâis letting you go to work. Whatâd you say?â
   You wanted to fight him, say you were fine and you could make it to your shift the next day. But the promise of taking a sick day with Tim was to tempting to pass up.Â
   âI say Iâm glad your house is being repainted,â you teased. âBecause then youâll have to stay with me.â
   Tim smiled knowingly. âMy house isnât being repainted, Boot. And Iâm all yours.â
   You grinned, laying back down and resting your head back against Tim. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
   You felt safe, protected in his arms.Â
   The rest would come. Dealing with what had happened tonight. Starting your secret relationship with Tim. Eventually facing everyone at work who had heard the news and would want to ask if you were ok. And you would be ok.
   But for now, this was enough. He was enough.Â
   âTim?â You whispered.
   âHmm?â
   You struggled for words to fit the gravity of what you were feeling for him. âThanks for���everything.â
   âWhat are TOs for,â Tim shrugged.Â
   âApparently keeping the night light business afloat.â You giggled at the look on Bradfordâs face.Â
   âShut it, Boot.â
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Ë°â˘*â⡠hope you enjoyed loves!! iâm so down bad for tim itâs not even funny đľâđŤ
#tim bradford#tim bradford x reader#the rookie#the rookie x reader#tim bradford x you#tim bradford x y/n#fanfiction#fanfic#reader insert#x reader#tim bradford x rookie!reader#eric winter#eric winter x reader
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I know Lucy wants to be a UC detective, and the writers most likely want her to be that because it's a major stress point for Chenford. However, I'd like to see her become a T.O. She was great with Celina, teaching and correcting her without being overbearing. I could see her and Tim compete against each other, kind of like the treasure hunt.
"5 bucks says my Rookie gets more arrest than yours today. "
"Please, your boot let someone off with a verbal warning yesterday, only for us to pull them over an hour later and actually cite them."
#fanfiction#the rookie#lucy chen#tim bradford#chenford#caroline finally watches the rookie#melissa oâneil#eric winter#the rookie chenford
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you'll be alright (no one can hurt you now) chapter one
â° đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins, Tim Bradford & Lucy Chen, background Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen
â° đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Lucy finds Tamara, not as a 17 year old, but as a newborn. She immediately takes her in, and vows to give her the childhood and support that she deserves.
â° đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: canon divergence, autistic!Tamara, Tim Bradford would do anything for Lucy Chen, mentions of drug overdose, and drug addiction, death (not a main character though dw), Lucy is a hardcore swiftie,Â
donât forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.
Title is from Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift
Lucy stood on the side walk, hands on her duty belt, and eyes on her current training officer, Scott Wrigley as he asked the woman they had just pulled over to see her licence, registration and proof of insurance. The woman willingly, gave him the documents, and Lucy found her attention wandering away from the woman in the car, and surveying the area they were in.Â
Lucy, truthfully, was bored. While Tim was hard on her, he was a good, solid cop, that did the job because he wanted to make a difference in the world. Wrigley, while also a good, solid cop, was only there for a pay check. He was there to write tickets for 12 hours a day, get paid, and go home to his children without a scrape on him. And while Lucy respected that, it just wasnât for her. She wanted to make a difference, and sitting here, taking only the tame calls, was not doing that. She knew she just had to stick it out for a little longer, and Tim would be back, but she was starting to think she was going crazy.Â
So crazy that she was now having auditory hallucinations. Auditory hallucinations of a baby crying.Â
They were in the middle of nowhere, which was rare in Los Angeles. All that was here was empty, and long abandoned warehouses. There was no reason for a babyâs cry to be heard around here. Lucy shook her head, trying to get the noise to stop, and focus back on her temporary TO.Â
âYou hear that, Chen?â Wrigley asked, stopping as he was walking back to the car.Â
âHear what, sir?â She responded, expecting him to say something dumb like âthe silence of a calm day,â or something like that, just to unintentionally rub it in her face that she was bored out of her fucking mind with him.Â
âThe baby crying,â he said, and Lucy stopped. He could hear it too? She thought to herself. If he could hear it too, that meant one of two things. 1) they were both going insane, or 2) the babyâs cry that she was hearing was from an actual baby. And she knew which one was more likely than the other.Â
âYes sir, I do.â She said, looking around. âDo you want me to go find where the babyâs cry is coming from?âÂ
Wrigley furrowed his eyebrows. âWhy would we do that?â He questioned.Â
âIsnâtâŚthat why you mentioned it?â She asked, thoroughly confused. âLook where we are. All that is here is empty and abandoned warehouses, why would we be hearing a baby cry here? We should be making sure that everything is okay before we leave.âÂ
Wrigely smirked at her. âGood job, Chen.â He said, and Lucy dug her nails into her palm to stop her from rolling her eyes. He was testing her. âGo check it out while I fill out this paperwork.â She nodded, and headed off in the direction that she heard the cry.Â
The cry was growing louder as she turned the corner, ending up in an alleyway between two abandoned warehouses, covered in graffiti. She continued to follow the cry as she approached a dumpster. Her stomach was in knots. Surely if it was a parent and their baby, she would have heard the parents voice, right? Surely no one would have left their defenceless and helpless infant to fend for themselves, right?
Wrong.Â
Lucy walked to the other side of the dumpster, and she gasped, her heart pounding. On the ground, beside the dumpster, was a baby, who couldnât be older than a few hours old, judging by the umbilical cord still attached, and how the baby, who upon closer inspection was a girl, was haphazardly wiped off and placed in a broken wicker basket.Â
Next to her, was very obviously her mother. There was a pool of blood covering her upper thighs and the ground underneath her, and used needles spread around the scene, including one still stuck in her upper arm. Lucy grabbed her radio, and pressed down.Â
âControl, this is 7-Adam-19 requesting an RA and a supervisor at Cromer Lane, in the first alleyway on the left, I have a 10-50, code 3.â Lucy placed her radio back, and crouched down next to the baby, doing her best to comfort the little girl without picking her up, despite how much Lucy wanted to.Â
âItâs okay, sweet girl,â She whispered, reaching into her duty belt for a pair of gloves. She slid them on her hands, and reached over to the babyâs mother in order to try and see if she could feel a pulse. Her heart broke for the sobbing baby girl when she couldnât feel one.Â
She heard sirens in the background, as well as boots hitting the ground, clearly Wrigley running to see what was happening after hearing her call on the radio.Â
âOh my god.â He whispered from behind her.Â
âI need something to wrap the baby in,â She said to Wrigley, and he started to retreat, mumbling something about grabbing an emergency blanket from the shop.Â
He returned less than a minute later, and Lucy grabbed the package from him, ripping it open. She shook the blanket to get it to unfold, before she wrapped the small infant up, holding her close to her chest, hoping some of her body heat would transfer through the blanket.Â
The sirens got closer, and Lucy began to see the flashing lights reflected on the brick wall across from her. Wrigley was talking to her, but she wasnât hearing or processing anything coming out of his mouth. All that she could focus on was the tiny little baby in her arms, who was calmed down, and was just staring up at her, her small brown eyes looking up into Lucyâs.Â
âItâs gonna be okay,â She whispered. âYouâre gonna be okay.â She heard the doors of the ambulance open behind her and paramedics rush to her side. A female paramedic crouched down next to her, and began to ask her questions about the baby and her mother.Â
âShe seems to be okay, physically at least.â Lucy rambled, her eyes not leaving the tiny baby. âShe canât be more than a few hours old.âÂ
The paramedic nodded. âJudging by the shaking, Iâm assuming her mother was using her entire pregnancy.â Lucy nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She watched carefully as the paramedics cut the umbilical cord, and then continued working on trying to resuscitate her mother, with no success.Â
They gave her 2 doses of Narcan, did CPR, and tried the AED, but nothing worked. She was gone, and had probably been gone since before Lucy and Wrigley arrived on scene.Â
âWe have to take her to the hospital,â The paramedic beside Lucy stated, standing up. Lucy did the same, as Grey and Wrigely walked up to her.Â
âIâm coming with,â she stated.Â
âBoot-â Wrigley replied, clearly frustrated with how hard headed she was being.Â
âIâm going.â She stated, firmer. She then turned to Grey, and looked at him for approval. He nodded at her, a smile on his face.Â
âGo with her, Chen.â He said. âLet us know if theres any updates.â
Lucy smiled. âYes, sir.â She said, before following the paramedic, and climbing in the back of the ambulance. They were pulling away a few moments later, and were headed to St Stephens.Â
Lucy was able to stay with the baby until they reached the NICU. She was then told that they needed to do an assessment on the infant, but that someone would come and grab Lucy when she was able to go see her. She sat down in the uncomfortable hospital waiting room chair, and glanced around at the other families in the NICU. She didnât know any of their stories, but they all had one thing in common; they were here because they wanted their baby to be okay.Â
And while that tiny little baby wasnât Lucyâs, Lucy was the one who found her, who called for help, who held her and comforted her when she needed it the most. She had no one at the moment, so there was nowhere else Lucy would rather be than here, supporting this little girl.Â
âOfficer Chen?â A voice said to the right of her. She looked up, and stood up when she saw the doctor.Â
âYes?â She said, coming face to face with the nurse in charge of the infant. âIs she going to be okay?âÂ
The nurse smiled. âShe is very lucky, officer.â Lucy let out a breath that she didnât know she was holding at that. âShe is very healthy. She does have traces of meth in her blood, but it is a very minuscule amount. It should leave her system within the next 8 to 24 hours.âÂ
Lucy nodded. âOkay. Thats good. I was thinking the worst.âÂ
The nurse nodded. âShe is a very lucky little girl. I have contacted DCFS, and they are going to send someone as soon as they can, it appears that they are very backed up at the moment. Is there anything you need from me?âÂ
âUh,â Lucy stuttered, racking her brain for the protocols to follow in this situation. âNo, not right now. I will have to wait for my supervisor or training officer to proceed, but in the meantime, am I able to go sit with her?âÂ
The nurse nodded, and began to turn. âOf course, follow me and Iâll take you to her.â Lucy began to follow the nurse down the hallway. âActually,â the nurse said. âWould you be up to kangaroo cuddling with her? Being so young, she definitely hasnât had skin to skin with anyone, and skin to skin is very beneficial to an infant as young as her.âÂ
Lucy found herself nodding immediately. âOf course, whatever she needs.â Lucy trailed after the nurse into the dark and quiet NICU room, glancing at the two other bassinets in the room, each with what she presumed to be family around them, either gazing into the bassinet, or holding their baby. Lucyâs eyes met the bassinet holding the baby she had found, and her heart broke seeing the infants tiny body with wires and tubes coming out of her body, even though she had much less equipment than the other two infants in the room.Â
âSheâs so small,â Lucy whispered, looking into the bassinet.
âSheâs actually the biggest baby on the ward at the moment.â The nurse said, pointing to the chair for Lucy to sit in.Â
âSo she was full term then?â Lucy said as she laid her duty belt on the table next to her, and unbuttoning her uniform shirt.Â
The nurse nodded. âYes, she was. And perfectly healthy, other than the meth in her system, which is surprising. It seems that her mother did try to abstain from drug use while pregnant, but she most likely slipped up towards the end.âÂ
âWow.â Lucy said, taking off her white undershirt and laying it on top of her uniform shirt. âThatâs not something I see too often.â
âMe either,â The nurse agreed, as she lifted up the infant and tucked her legs up, bringing her over to Lucy. Lucy opened her arms, and let the nurse rest the baby on her chest. Lucy immediately wrapped her arms around the baby, cuddling her as close as she could without hurting her. The nurse then laid a light pink blanket over the two of them with a smile.Â
âIf you need anything, just press the nurses button, and someone will come and check on you. And I will come and get you as soon as DCFS or your superiors show up.âÂ
Lucy nodded, her eyes not leaving the baby. âThank you.â The nurse nodded, and headed out of the room. Lucy slowly began rocking back and forth in the chair, looking intently at the baby, who was wiggling around, head bobbing up and down on Lucyâs chest as she tried to get comfortable.Â
Once the baby found a comfortable position, she opened her tiny mouth in a big yawn, and shut her eyes, falling asleep within seconds on Lucyâs warm skin. Lucy chuckled quietly, and began rubbing her hand up and down on her back, letting her get some well deserved sleep.Â
After a few minutes of silence, there was a crash in the hallway from a cart crashing into a wall, and the baby jolted awake, before bursting into tears. Lucy immediately sat up, and hushed the baby in her arms.Â
âYouâre okay, sweet girl,â she whispered. âI know, that was loud, huh?â The baby hiccuped, and her tears slowly began to stop. Her eyes were open, and Lucy smiled. âItâs okay.â She continued speaking to the infant. âYouâre safe with me.â She leant down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.Â
The baby yawned again, and Lucy smiled at her, cupping the back of her head, rubbing her thumb back and forth against her soft skin.Â
âI remember tears streaming down your face when I said Iâll never let you go,â Lucy began to sing, her eyes not leaving the baby. âWhen all those shadows almost killed your light, I remember you said donât leave me here alone.
âBut all thatâs dead and gone and passed tonight,â The baby didnât move, just continued to stare up at Lucy as she sang. âJust close your eyes, the sun is going down. Youâll be alright, no one can hurt you now.âÂ
A lump formed in Lucyâs throat as she gazed down at the infant in her arms. She couldnât understand how lucky she was that Lucy was near the warehouse when she was. Despite being in Los Angeles, it was still December, and the temperature plummeted at night time, and had she been out there a few more hours, she would have died.Â
And now, this tiny, defenceless orphan, whoâs life only started today, had no one. Had no mother, more than likely no father, and she was about to go into the foster care system if DCFS couldnât find a next of kin within a few days. And what made it worse, was how Lucy was already dreading putting her down. She didnât want to put this baby down. She wanted to keep holding this little girl. She wanted to take her home, love her, protect her, and raise her.Â
She took a deep breath as the babyâs eyes fluttered shut, and fell back into a peaceful sleep. She thought about offering to take her in, at least until DCFS found next of kin for her, if they were able to at all. She could, she was an emergency foster parent, and had been since she turned 20. She had an apartment in a safe part of the city, and made more than enough money to support the two of them.Â
âYouâre gonna be okay,â she said to the baby. âYouâre gonna come home with me, and Iâm going to keep you safe. I promise.âÂ
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Tim's eyes caught hers and for a moment she felt breathless under the weight of his steel blue eyes. "Boyfriend?" "I said partner", she clarified, knowing fully well what it would sound like to everyone else other than cops. "If I recall correctly, I'm your superior", Tim pointed out. "No sign of amnesia then."
Prompts: "You told me to move on" & Tim asks Lucy to lay with him in the hospital bed and she says no because she doesn't want to hurt him. Tim says "you could never hurt me" and "please, I need you"
#chenford#tucy#chenford oneshot#chenford fanfiction#the rookie#the rookie chenford#the rookie fanfiction#the rookie tucy#chenford angst#chenford worry#chenford fluff#chenford fic#lucy chen#tim bradford#lucy x tim#lucy chen x tim bradford#eric winter#melissa o'neil#the rookie s5#tucy fanfiction
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Iâd formally like to apologize to my professor who stood behind me and read fanfic that I was reading instead of the reading assignment đĽ˛.
But he enjoyed the Chenford / Wopez trouple fan fiction so I regret nothing at the end of the day
#the rookie#fanfiction#lucy chen#tim bradford#chenford#angela lopez#wesley evers#wopez#chenpez#melissa oneil#eric winter#tim x lucy#alyssa diaz#shawn ashmore
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You're Losing Me
Summary: Lucy gets shot and her teenage daughter finds out.
Read the fic here.
Chenford Week Day 1: angst. Read this post which explains why I've rearranged the order of the CFW "days" for my stories.
#chenfordweek24#Chenford Week: Day 1#Chenford#Chenford fanfic#Chenford moodboard#Chenford fanfic moodboard#Chenford fanfiction moodboard#My Fics#Tim Bradford#Lucy Chen#Eric Winter#Melissa O'Neil#The Rookie#Tucy#You're Losing Me#my fics#ANGSTY AF#Original Child Characters#Chenford babies
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Finding a Fanfic
Does anyone remember a fanfic on Ao3 called âA Sea of Endless Stars?â It was a Chenford AU fanfiction about Lucy and Tim if they met as teenagers in a hospital with depression. Luna Grey was their therapist. If you have it, would you send it to me?
#the rookie#tim x lucy#lucy chen#tim bradford#angela lopez#eric winter#melissa oneil#luna grey#the rookie fanfic#fanfic#ao3 fanfic#fanfiction#archive of our own#chenford
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Fanfic Prompt:
- Lucy age 16
- Tim age 21
- for History class Lucy and her friends get an assignment. They get pen pals assigned who serve in the army. Lucy's pen pal is a Seargent Bradford.
- shortly after 9/11 hits and most of Lucy's friends stop writing their pen pals because of different reasons, but Lucy keeps on writing because she hopes her letter will reach him and will help him through this hard time, because in his letters he wrote about a tough childhood and not a lot of happy memories
- up to the author if this stays a one shot. But I think this has the potential for a multi-chapter fic, where they try to meet up after Tim gets discharged
#the rookie#lucy chen#tim bradford#fanfiction#fanfic#eric winter#melissa o'neil#writing prompt#fic prompt#army#pen pals#chenford#chenford fanfic#chenfordedit
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This book is so good!! Highly recommend
âSheâs dying, Tim,â Rosalind says; he spares her barely a glance before he returns his focus to Lucy. Itâs been nearly a minute now, but sheâs still moving, the methodical back and forth of her arms keeping her fully submerged. âTake the shot,â Rosalind commands, rising to her feet. âYou can still save her.â Tim rises as well but otherwise ignores her demands, eyes unblinking as he watches it all play out on the screen. Theyâre so close. If Lucy can just make it another minute â maybe less than that by now â the flames will subside and she can resurface. Except. Her movements are faltering. Itâs subtle at first; her arms are still swaying back and forth, but itâs less purposeful. Weaker. Theyâre not so much propelling the water as drifting through it, slower and slower, until they still and Lucyâs body begins to sink limply toward the bottom of the tank. Tim knows it will take time to douse the flames, easily another minute beyond that until they can cut through the grate and pull her out to begin CPR. Sheâll be dead by then. And though he canât be certain Rosalind is telling the truth, that her partner really will unlock the trap once sheâs dead, Tim also knows he will never forgive himself for having the chance to save Lucyâs life and not taking it.  Steeling himself, he turns back to Rosalind, meeting her cold blue gaze one final time as he raises the gun and pulls the trigger.
-Into the dark by @makeitastrength (submitted by @roguetwelve)
#chenford fanfic quotes#chenford#chenford fanfiction#author: makeitastrength#the rookie#lucy chen#tim bradford#angela lopez#melissa oneil#eric winter#the rookie fanfic
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @illiana-mystery
warnings: swearing, menstruation
âTim.â I whined as I trailed behind him. âCan we please just go home?â Tim tugged my hand and wrapped his arm around me. My arm crossed my body to continue holding his hand.
âcome on. Just once more around the block. Kojo isnât ready to go home yet.â Tim said, turning his head to kiss my temple. I groaned and slumped against him.
âThen you finish walking him.â I complained. âIf I keep walking, my insides are going to fall out.â Tim chuckled, lips still pressed against my head.
âalright. Weâll head home.â He promised. âAnd Iâll make you some tea and we can curl up on the couch to watch that stupid show you love.â
âhey!â I gently shoved him. âItâs not a stupid show!â Tim laughed and kissed my head again. âYouâre just being an asshole about it.â We turned the corner and Tim let go of me to dig his keys out of his pocket. "I'll get the TV set up if you want to take care of the food?"
"Sounds like a plan." He agreed before unlocking the door and bending down to take care of Kojo's leash. Kojo took off and Tim laughed as he stood back up. I kissed his cheek before heading towards the living room. Grabbing the remote, I sat down on the couch. I found the show fairly quickly and put it on, pausing it until Tim came back.
âready?â I asked as he sat down with a bowl of popcorn in his lap.
ânope.â He said, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me flush against him. âNow I am.â I laughed as he smiled at me. I hit play and curled up against him.
#Tim bradford#tim bradford x reader#Tim Bradford fanfic#tim Bradford fanfiction#Tim Bradford imagine#eric winter#eric winter fanfic#Eric winter fanfiction#Eric winter imagine#eric winter x reader#Monthly#monthly series
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Today on Caroline watches the rookie, I'm catching up. . . First off Chenford's First Date! We got this great line from Tim:
I love that, Mr. Calm, Cool, Collected Tim Bradford becomes a bumbling mess that says things like "naked time" in the presence of Lucy. Lol
But their second "actual first date" was adorable, and I got my favorite Tim Line:
And THIS SCENE RIGHT HERE
IT'S FRIGGIN CHRISTMAS FOR ME. My babies are together, and happy. I know this is the rookie and that probably won't last, but I'm enjoying it while I can đ
My only complaint is I feel like we've skipped over a lot of "honeymoon chenford." I know it's a cop show, and chenford Romance is not the main event, but I wish we could have seen the squad finding out about Chenford, or Tim finding out that Lucy and Nolan used to have a thing lol I've definitely got some fanfic ideas floating around!! I finished season 5 last night, and it's bittersweet that I only have 10 episodes left!
#chenford#lucy chen#the rookie#tim bradford#eric winter#melissa oâneil#caroline finally watches the rookie#the rookie season 5#fanfiction#the rookie chenford#chenford 5x12#chenford 5x11#chenford first date
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give me back my girlhood (it was mine first)
â° đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen
â° đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: Tim thinks Lucy has fully healed from Caleb. He is quickly proven wrong when they start dating.
â° đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: Tim Bradford would burn the entire world just to see Lucy Chen smile, trauma, ptsd, takes place around season 5, canon divergence, hints to autistic!Lucy (meltdowns, going nonverbal, stimming, etc), Lucy had seizures after Caleb, Tamara is Chenfords kid, can you tell I have a soft spot for Tamara, Title is from Wouldâve Couldâve Shouldâve by Taylor Swift, tagging @natashasera
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Tim thought that the transition from just friends to in a relationship would be easy for him and Lucy, but he was quickly proven wrong. He also thought that Lucy had healed from what Caleb and Rosalind had done to her, but once again, he was proven wrong. She may have healed enough to continue day to day life in her normal manner, but when it came to their relationship, almost everything triggered her, and it broke Timâs heart.Â
The first time Tim had noticed that Lucy was being triggered was when they went on their first date. Lucy had ordered a drink, an old fashioned to be exact. She had taken a sip of it when it arrived at their table, and Tim saw how a line appeared between her two eyebrows.Â
âEverything okay, Luce?â He asked quietly, prepared to flag down the waitress and have her remake the drink if it wasnât up to Lucyâs standards. Lucy nodded slightly, but pushed the cup away. As she did so, Tim saw her hand shaking.Â
âI-It tastes funny.â She whispered so quietly that Tim barely heard her. Tim moved closer to her in the booth.Â
âIt tastes funny?â He asked, and she nodded, tears beginning to form.Â
âIt doesnât taste normal.â She said, her breathing picking up speed. Tim grasped her chin, guiding her eyes to his, and his stomach dropped when he saw the fear in them, realizing what was going on. Her drink tasted different to her, and it brought back memories to when she was drugged. Timâs heart broke as she whimpered, tears beginning to spill over and roll down her cheeks, her breath speeding up.
âLuce, baby,â He whispered. âYouâre safe. I know that what youâre feeling feels really real right now, but itâs not. Youâre here with me, Tim, and youâre safe.â He said, still holding her face. âCan you nod if you can hear my voice, Goosey?â He said, and Lucy immediately nodded. âGood girl,â he praised, and smiled slightly when he saw her breathing slow slightly.Â
âCan you tell me something that you can see?â He asked, and her eyes darted around briefly, before settling on Tim.Â
âY-You,â She stuttered, and Tim smiled.Â
âYou can see me?â He inquired, and she nodded. âGood girl.âÂ
He continued to quiz her on her surroundings until she was back in the present, and had calmed down. She was still upset, but Tim knew it was more out of embarrassment than anything. She had wrapped both her arms around his left one, and was resting her head on his shoulder, looking down at her lap.Â
âHow are you feeling?â He asked, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Lucy didnât respond with words, instead she grunted slightly, and snuggled into his shoulder even more. âBaby,â he whispered, and eased his arm out of her grip, and wrapped it around her shoulders. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
Lucy, once again, didnât respond, and buried her face in his chest. âOkay, okay,â He soothed, helping her get comfortable. âDo you want to eat, or do you want to go home?â He asked and Lucy shakily pointed to her plate, and Tim pulled it over, handing her her fork. Lucy then sat up, and slowly began eating her food. Tim went back to his own food once he was sure she was okay, but he kept his hand on her lower back.Â
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Tim had also noticed that Lucy seemed to fear arguments and disagreements with him. It was something he had taken note of when she first came back to work after Caleb. She was quiet, only talking when he spoke to her, and then if they got in as much as the slightest disagreement, she would shut it down and just agree with him, no matter how he knew she felt about the topic. He thought that she was just taking time to readjust to their relationship being strictly Rookie-TO at work, but he realized as soon as they started dating that she had developed a fear of men, and a fear of upsetting them.Â
Tim had asked her what she wanted for dinner, and she had said she didnât care, and that he could pick. Normally, Tim would be okay with that, but since asking her out, he had been making all the decisions in the relationship, in things that didnât involve work. He had insisted that she choose, and she refused, and they went back and forth until Lucy completely shut down and stopped talking, which made Tim angry.Â
And he knows it shouldnât have made him angry, but he couldnât help it. He wanted her to be able to eat what she wanted around him, and he didnât want her to feel like he was controlling her or the relationship in anyway. He knew that she needed to feel in control, and he wanted her to be able to feel that.Â
âLucy, just tell me what you want to eat, and I will go and get it!â He said, exasperated, and Lucy shook her head aggressively, and turned away from him. âNo,â he said, reaching out for her. âCâmon, talk to me, I just wanna help-â he stopped talking when he saw her flinch away from him. He then watched through the reflection of the tv the fear that had appeared on her face.Â
She then whimpered, and then shot up, running to her bedroom, sobs falling from her lips as she went. Tim immediately followed her, instantly feeling shitty about the way he had talked to her. He felt even shittier when he walked into her bedroom and saw her hiding behind the chair in the corner of her room by the window, the soft grey blanket that he bought her her first night in the hospital after Caleb giving away her position, the material peaking out from behind the legs.Â
âGoosey,â Tim whispered, crouching down close to the chair, but also keeping his distance so that she didnât feel trapped. âIâm sorry,â he started. âI shouldnât have spoken like that. I didnât mean to scare you. If you donât feel like you can choose what to eat right now, thatâs okay. I can choose for us.â
He paused, and waited to hear if Lucy would respond at all. After a moment, he heard her voice say something, but he couldnât make out what she said.Â
âCan you repeat that, Luce? I didnât hear you.â He said, and Lucyâs voice could be heard again, this time louder.Â
âSorry,â she whispered. âSorry I made you mad.â She continued, and Tim sighed, moving slightly closer.Â
âGoosey, you didnât make me mad at all. I just want you to be able to feel in control of your body and your choices, thats why I wanted to know what you wanted to eat. I shouldnât have pressured you like I did, and I should have listened to your body language.â
ââm sorry, please donâ hurt me,â she sobbed. âDidnât mean it, Iâll be good,âÂ
Tim wiped away the tear that ran down his face after he realized that Lucy was having a flashback.Â
âI want you to listen to me, Lucy.â He said calmly. âYouâre here with me, in your bedroom, in your apartment in Los Angeles. Caleb is dead, and youâre safe. He canât hurt you anymore, I promise.â He soothed, and after a few more moments of silence, he heard a sniffle, followed by a small âokay,â and then some shuffling.Â
Lucy crawled out from behind the arm chair and looked up at Tim, slightly hiding her face behind her blanket. Tim gently held out his arms, letting her know she can come to him for comfort if thats what she needed. She slowly inched her way over to him, and fell into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, and hugged her as tight to her body as he knew she liked, and stood up slowly, lifting her in the process.Â
He let her cry out her emotions as he slowly rocked her back and forth, hoping the motion would help her to regulate her emotions. She eventually calmed down, and she snuggled into his shoulder, sniffling slightly. He rubbed her back as he walked out into the living room, whispering in her ear as he did.Â
âDo you want me to choose what we eat? Would that make it easier on you?â He asked, and he nodded, taking a mental note of what to do next time she struggles like that. She needed to feel in control, but sometimes she needed him to make decisions for her, and he was okay with that.Â
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The thing that triggered Lucy that hurt him the most was the sound of a tattoo gun. Before Caleb, Lucy loved tattoos, and loved getting tattoos. She had often talked to not only him, but to their fellow officers, about tattooâs that she wanted and was planning on getting. Tim had known that she had been tattooâd by Caleb, he saw it when he was in the ambulance with her, and they had moved her shirt in order to do an ECG after she had her third consecutive seizure. His heart had clenched seeing the black ink on her rib cage, and in that moment he had hoped that she was asleep when the tattoo had been done.Â
But of course, God must hate him, so she had been awake. Something he had no clue about until Tamara had asked them both to accompany her to her first ever tattoo appointment, where she was also getting a date, the date that the three of them had stood in front of the judge finalizing Lucy and Tim adopting Tamara.Â
Lucy said yes immediately, without even thinking. Tim knew why, of course. Tamara had been let down by everyone in her life, and Lucy was determined to never let her down. Tim didnât think anything of it, and was even thinking of getting his own tattoo, with both Lucy and Tamaraâs birthdays.Â
Everything was fine until Tamara was lying on the table, her arm out for the tattoo artist, prepped and ready for the ink. The tattoo gun began to buzz, and Lucy tensed up beside him.Â
âAre you okay?â Tim said under his breath to Lucy, resting his hand on her knee, his other hand holding Tamaraâs free one.Â
âMhm,â She said, eyes locked on the tattoo gun where it was permanently marking up her daughters skin. âJusâ need to go to the bathroom,â She said, a little louder, and made brief eye contact with Tamara, clearly trying to tell the girl that everything was fine. Tamara nodded, her brows furrowing for a moment, but then relaxing after Lucy left the room.Â
Tim waited a few minutes, before following her. âIâm just gonna go check on Mom, okay?â He said to Tamara. âI wonât be gone long.â She nodded, and Tim left the room.Â
He looked towards the lobby, and could see Lucy outside, so he immediately joined her, where he found her near tears, looking up into the sky to preserve her makeup.Â
âLuce-â He started to say, but Lucy cut him off.Â
âIâm fine.â She said, her voice short.Â
Tim shook his head. âNo, youâre not.â He said, and grabbed her hand. âYouâre not, and thatâs okay.âÂ
Lucy shook her head, and ripped her hand out of Timâs grip. âNo, its not, Tim!â She said, running her hands through her curls. âBecause this is just another thing Caleb has taken from me.â She ranted. âI canât even sit with my daughter while she gets her first tattoo, I-I canât get any of the tattooâs that I wanted to get, I canât even listen to the buzzing noise of the gun because thatâs what I woke up to after he took me-âÂ
âOh, Goosey,â Tim said sadly, immediately wrapping her up in his arms. âIâm so sorry. I had no idea you were awake when he did that to you. Had I known that, we could have explained to Tamara why you couldnât go, or we could have brought your headphones-âÂ
âI donât need them!â Lucy yelled, pulling out of Timâs arms, and crouching down, covering her ears wit her hands, her eyes squeezing shut. Tim sighed, and sat next to her, being mindful to not touch her until she asked or initiated contact.Â
âYes, you do, Goosey, and thats okay.â He said. âIâm not going to judge you for it, Tamara certainly isnât going to judge you for it, and any person with more than half a braincell wouldnât judge you for it. I suggested it because when you do wear them out of the house, you are able to cope better, and thatâs all I wanted. And as for him taking the ability to get tattooâs from you, he didnât. If you really want to get another tattoo, Iâm sure we can find a trauma informed tattoo artist that is willing to work with you on this.â He explained, as he wrapped an arm around her after she removed her hands from her ears, and rested her head on his shoulder. âBut itâs entirely up to you, okay?âÂ
Lucy nodded, and sniffed. Tim kissed her on the head, and helped her stand up. She took a deep breath, and looked towards the tattoo shop door. âWe should go back in,â she said, and Tim looked at her.Â
âAre you sure you want to?â He asked. âYou donât have to, I can go back in and you can wait in the truck if itâs going to be too hard for you.âÂ
Lucy shook her head. âNo, I-I think I was just a little unprepared, and thatâs why it triggered me. Iâm prepared to hear the noise, so Iâll be okay.â She said. âTamara wanted both of us with her and Iâm not going to let her down.â She finished, as she led him back inside, and into the room, where the artist was bandaging up Tamaraâs tattoo.Â
âCan I see it, bubba,â Lucy asked, walking up to Tamaraâs side immediately. Tamara holds her arm out, while looking up worriedly at Lucy.Â
âAre you okay, Mom?â She asked, and Lucy nodded, running a hand through Tamaraâs hair.Â
âYeah, baby, Iâm okay.â She said, assuring the teen. âI donât want you to worry, okay?â
Tamara blinked, her lower lip wobbling slightly. âIâm always going to worry about you,â she whispered. âYouâre my mom, and I know I donât know everything that you went through but I know enough to know that you got triggered. I didnât even think about that before asking, Iâm sorry,â she said, a tear falling from her eye.Â
âT,â Tim whispered, moving to her head and pressing a kiss to her head as he sat next to her on the table. âItâs okay. I donât think any of us really thought about it.â He assured her, and Lucy nodded, sitting on the table as well.Â
âYeah. It did trigger me, but I removed myself from the situation, worked through what I was feeling, and then prepared myself to come back. Itâs okay, I promise.â She said, cupping Tamaraâs cheek, and rubbing her thumb back and forth.Â
âOkay,â Tamara said, and as soon as Lucy seemed to be sure that Tamara was okay, she turned back and looked at the tattoo. âI love it, baby,â She said.Â
âMe, too.â Tim said, smiling down at his daughter.
âNow,â Lucy said, smiling up at Tim. âYour dad just needs to get one, and weâll be all inked up.âÂ
Tim shook his head but laughed along with his girls.Â
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Lucy wasnât fully healed from Caleb, but Tim was going to do everything in his power to make sure that one day, she would be. Caleb had taken a lot from her, but Tim was going to make sure that she was able to reclaim what he had taken, no matter the cost.Â
#natashasera#chenford#tim bradford#lucy chen#the rookie#the rookie fanfiction#chenford fanfiction#tim bradford x lucy chen#tim bradford x lucy chen fanfiction#chenford fluff#chenford angst#tamara colins#eric winter#melissa o'neil
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Love These Together
Some of my fav South Park/South Paws Characters part of art/trade/collab w-imagineannemorgan
#christmas time in south park#kenny mccormick#merry christmas#christmas time#winter fun#winter#snow ball#goth kids#art trade collab#katherine holloway#hamsters#sp fanart#south park#south paws đž#sp ogs#sp goth kids#eric cartman#pip pirrup#kyle broflovski#stan marsh#sp kenny#sp kyle#sp stan#southpark#sp fandom#sp fanfiction#too freaking adorable
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Daddy set the bar real high
Ft. Bby Chenford / Dadford
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It was well-known that everyone at the station had a soft spot for Lucy Chen. Ever since her kidnapping, everyone seemed to keep an eye out for her, even though they all knew she didnât need their help. They all just cared about the woman. She was probably the most beloved officer in the station.
That was of course until she gave birth.
Baby girl Bradford, or little Zoe Bradford, was now five years old and the apple of everyoneâs eyes. She was the sweetest, kindest, and most energetic kid who could often be found hanging out at the station, worming her way into every officer's heart.
#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#Chenford baby#chenford#angela lopez#nyla harper#aunt Angela Lopez#aunt Nyla Harper#Zoe Bradford#original character#melissa oneil#eric winter#alyssa diaz#mekia cox#fanfiction#new fanfic#enjoy#total fluff#fluff
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Sacred New Beginnings
Summary: Tim and Lucy are new parents. Lucy breastfeeds their baby while Tim dotes on her.
A/N: There are lots of Easter Eggs in this story that will hatch later, and Baby Bradford's name is one of them. She was Erica Melissa in my drafts for another fic until I came up with the perfect name. I'll reveal what it is before the end of the week.
Chenford Week Day 3: new beginnings, physical touch, and comfort
Read this post for how to navigate my fics during Chenford Week.
#Naming her was more difficult than naming my own daughter#You're welcome Tim and Lucy#Chenford Week: Day 3#ChenfordWeek24#Chenford#Chenford fanfic#Chenford moodboard#Chenford fanfic moodboard#Chenford fanfiction moodboard#Sacred New Beginnings#My Fics#Tim Bradford#Lucy Chen#Eric Winter#Melissa O'Neil#The Rookie#Tucy#chenford babies#chenford baby
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