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timothyslucy · 2 years ago
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guys i had the craziest chenford dream last night, i'm gonna turn it into a wip.
#*and this is icarly!#okay so the dream was lucy going uc with noah#but seeing how he was in the beginning of 5x16 when she came to back him up#he seems like the kind of guy to me to let a case completely consume him#like he forgets that he is putting himself and sometimes others in extremely dangerous situations#all because HE wants to catch the bad guy... like he has a hero complex that just takes over him#so in the dream they were uc and at some point ended up in a high speed chase in pursuit of a suspect#but the situation becomes too dangerous and starts getting out of hand#to the point where lucy knows better and knows that they need to get out of there and come up with a new plan#but noah doesn't listen and continues to pursue the suspect anyway cause HE wants the arrest#driving like he's in fast and the furious and causes them to crash#i started to wake up a little bit but there was also this scene in my head of tim berating noah in the hospital#like 'she begged and pleaded for you to stop! and now she has [x/y/z injuries] because of you!'#he even whips out the recordings of lucy begging for him to stop... shows pictures of her bloodied and bruised in the very same hospital#idk this played out so cool in my dreams last night would anybody wanna read it??????#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#noah foster#chenford#otp: you know me so well#there was even a part in my dream where tim speeds up next to their car#and lucy looks over at him absolutely terrified#idk idk let me know if i should write this#does it sound dumb? would you read it??
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tims new rookie and lucy being so jealous is CRAZY i am losing my mind
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fluentmoviequoter · 4 months ago
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Chemistry Partners
Requested by anonymous but I lost the full request
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!PO!reader
Summary: Tim and Lucy assist you in locating a parolee in violation of his conditions. Lucy notices the undeniable chemistry between you and Tim, but doesn't expect Tim's response when she points it out.
Warnings: fluff, mention of prostitution, threat against r
Word Count: 2.0k+ words
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“CDCR, probation. How may I help you?” you say to answer the phone.
With the receiver tucked between your ear and shoulder, you look at your current list of parolees. The spreadsheet shows three red lines, and you frown as you read the names.
“Hi, I’m calling about Dexter Wheeler,” the woman on the phone says. “I believe he’s one of your parolees.”
Sitting up straighter, you reply, “Yes, ma’am, he is.”
“Well, I’m sorry to bother you and I’m sure it’s nothing, but he hasn’t been to work in three days. His conditions for employment allow him sick time and personal time, but he hasn’t notified us, and he isn’t answering the phone.”
“Okay, I am supposed to have a check-in with him tomorrow,” you read from your screen. “I’ll look into this and let you know. Thank you for the call.”
“Of course. Is there anything else you need from me?”
“Nothing specific, no. Is there-  Did you notice any unusual behavior before his absence?”
“He had been a bit distant,” she answers. “Unwilling to answer questions, easily agitated.”
“Did he make any threats or become overly belligerent?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I just figured he was tired or maybe he wanted another job.”
“I’ll certainly find out what has been going on with him.”
“Thank you. Would you mind calling me back after you speak to him? I want to be sure he’s okay.”
“Of course. I’ll keep you updated. Thank you.”
You return the receiver to the phone cradle and navigate to Mr. Wheeler’s parole file. He hasn’t checked in with you recently, and he hasn’t filed any change of employment or violated any conditions of his parole in the past. He’s never been overly kind, but he was trying to stay on the straight and narrow when you first met him. You think your parolees deserve a second chance, but they must be willing to do the work and prove that their second chance won’t be wasted.
With your phone on speaker, you call Mr. Wheeler. It rings repeatedly until an automated message alerts you that Dexter’s voicemail is full. That’s not a good sign.
You log out of your computer, gather your things, and tell your supervisor you’re doing a surprise visit. She encourages you to alert the police, and you nod before you leave the office. There’s no reason to think Mr. Wheeler will do anything rash, but it is still a good idea to have the police on standby.
“My favorite podcast buddy!” Nell exclaims when she answers your call. “What can I do for you?”
“Hey, Nell,” you reply, hitting your blinker. “I’m going to a parolee’s house; he hasn’t been at work for three days and he isn’t answering my calls. Any chance you could put some officers on standby for me?”
“Of course. What’s the address?”
You recite it from memory, then thank Nell. With the promise of another true crime party, you end the call and approach Mr. Wheeler’s apartment complex. It’s neither the safest nor the most dangerous in Los Angeles. You survey your immediate surroundings and exit the car to walk up the cracking concrete walkway.
The buzzer echoes in the dim hallway before you exit and look toward Mr. Wheeler’s balcony. One of his neighbors comes down the stairs and says your name.
“Mrs. Ritter,” you reply with a smile. “How are you? How are the kids?”
She sighs and clicks her tongue. “Still wilder than Tarzan.”
You laugh at her unusual analogy. She was one of your first parolees, and you’re proud of her progress in her personal and professional life.
“You here for Mr. Wheeler?” she inquires after hearing you’re doing well. “He has been holed up in that little pigsty since Friday night.”
“Really?” you ask. “Do you think he’s okay?”
“Still makin’ noise and it don’t smell no worse, if that’s what you’re askin’. Come on in, honey.”
She opens the gate for you, wishes you luck, and walks to a freshly detailed but clearly used BMW. You wave to her, then walk up the steps to Mr. Wheeler’s apartment.
“Mr. Wheeler!” you call after your knocks go unanswered. You say your name before you add, “I need to talk to you about your job.”
“I quit!” he yells from inside.
“I’m afraid that’s not how it works, Dexter. Open the door and we can talk.”
“I open this door, and we won’t be talking!”
At that, you step away from the door and move back down the stucco hallway.
“Last chance to work with me,” you call.
He throws something against the door, which rattles on its hinges, and you pull your phone from your pocket. With a quick text to Nell, you have backup on the way. Hopefully, you can talk to Mr. Wheeler after the situation is de-escalated.
Less than five minutes later, a police car parks behind your sedan and two officers exit it. You meet them at the bottom of the stairs and open the gate to let them into the apartment complex.
“Thank you so much for coming so quickly,” you say as you lead them up the stairs.
“No problem,” Officer Bradford replies.
“I’m Lucy Chen,” Lucy introduces. “And this is Sergeant Tim Bradford.”
“Nice to meet you,” you respond. “So, my parolee, Dexter Wheeler, lives in apartment 34R. His employer called me earlier because he violated his agreement with them and stopped showing up three days ago. He wasn’t answering my calls, so I came over and knocked on his door. He told me that if he opened the door, we wouldn’t speak, and then threw something at the door.”
Tim nods, then looks around the small hallway. “Any of the neighbors say anything?”
“One of the women who lives downstairs implied that his apartment is – for lack of a better word – disgusting, and that he’s been locked in it since he returned home from work four or so days ago.”
Tim’s eyes remain locked on yours as you speak, and he mirrors your movements as you turn slightly to face Mr. Wheeler’s apartment.
“You want us to take him into custody or just assist in getting inside?” Tim asks.
You sigh, then ask, “What do you recommend?”
“We lock him up,” he answers. “He threw something at you and threatened you.”
“But not in that order,” you remind him with a small smile.
“That’s worse, that’s practically carrying out a threat against a government official.”
“You know this guy,” Lucy points out. “What do you think would benefit him the most?”
“If you’d be willing, I think one more chance might nudge him toward the right decision. If he decides to go the hard way, do whatever you need to do.”
Tim nods while Lucy agrees. He steps to the side and gestures for you to pass him, moving you farther from the door. While your back is turned, Lucy raises her brows and looks between you and Tim. He shakes his head once sternly, then leads Lucy to the door.
Tim knocks with the side of his closed fist and calls, “LAPD! Open the door, we’ve got a few questions for you.”
Dexter doesn’t answer, so Lucy tries, “We just need to see that you’re okay, Mr. Wheeler.”
He still doesn’t answer, so Tim wraps his fingers around the door handle. It turns about halfway, then stops.
“Mr. Wheeler, we know you’re in there. Because you’re on parole, we can come inside without a warrant,” Tim explains. “Last chance to comply.”
“I’m not on parole!” he finally replies.
Tim raises his hands and drops them back to his sides as you deadpan, “Oh, I must’ve been mistaken.”
“We’re coming in, Mr. Wheeler,” Lucy says.
Something else hits the door with a thud, and Tim steps back before bringing his foot up. He kicks the door beside the lock and rushes inside when it splinters and swings open. Lucy lays her hand on her taser and follows Tim while you wait in the hall. A door opens farther down, and someone leans out to see the cause of the commotion.
“Everything’s under control,” you assure them. “Stay inside.”
Lucy returns to the door and steps out before taking a deep breath. “Tim’s bringing him out.”
“Is it bad?” you ask.
Lucy’s eyes widen as she nods. You message your supervisor that Wheeler’s living conditions are unsuitable, and he’s being taken into police custody.
“What?” Dexter asks as Tim shoves him out of the door.
As he closes the door, you catch a whiff of the interior and fight the urge to cover your nose. Tim clears his throat as he looks at you.
“Mr. Wheeler, why haven’t you attended work this week?” you ask.
“I quit,” he tells you.
“Well, you have to tell me that. It’s a violation of your parole.”
“You don’t need to know my every move. I’m not a child.”
“Is that why your home is so dirty?”
“None of your business.”
“Actually, it is. You also failed to answer my calls earlier or open the door for me. Two more violations.”
“I was busy!” he defends.
He attempts to step toward you, but Tim keeps a tight grip on his handcuffs and yanks him back. Wheeler falls, grunting when he hits the concrete landing.
“He was indeed busy,” Lucy tells you.
Your brows raise, and Tim rubs his jaw before he says, “There’s a prostitute in there.”
“He took a prostitute in there?!” you exclaim.
You’re not surprised that he engaged in a criminal offense but by the prostitute’s willingness to go into such a residence. Lucy takes a deep breath before she knocks and reenters the apartment. Almost immediately, she exits again with a scantily-clad woman in handcuffs, closes the door, and exhales.
“Well, Mr. Wheeler,” you begin. “The good news is, I’m not your parole officer anymore.”
He smiles up at you, and Tim ‘accidentally’ knocks his boot against Dexter’s side.
“Bad news,” Tim continues. “You’re going back to jail for numerous parole violations and engaging in prostitution.”
“You’re on parole?” the woman asks.
“That is what’s bothering you?” you and Tim ask simultaneously.
While she attempts to justify her actions, Tim radios for another unit to meet them at the apartment complex and transport the two arrested individuals before you.
As you end a call with your supervisor, Tim and Lucy talk to the officers escorting Mr. Wheeler and his female companion to lock up. You slide your phone into your pocket and wait for them to finish what they’re doing.
After the door closes and the other officers drive toward the main road, Lucy turns to Tim with a wide smile.
“What?” he asks, waving you over.
“Hello?” she exclaims. “Chemistry what? You and the parole officer are like a perfect match!”
“Chemistry?” Tim repeats just as you reach them. “With my wife?”
“Chemistry?” you say, just as Tim had. “Tim Bradford, do you have a crush on me?”
Tim sighs as Lucy looks rapidly between you and Tim.
“Careful,” you warn, while Tim snaps, “You’re going to get whiplash, and I don’t want to hear you complaining about it.”
“I have to get back to work,” you sigh. “Thank you for your help.”
“You’re welcome,” Lucy replies. “I- you’re married?!”
Tim rolls his eyes, pats your shoulder, and follows you to your car. Lucy watches as he opens your door for you and leans forward to tell you something that makes you smile.
“Tell me everything,” Lucy requests as they return to the shop.
Tim doesn’t reply while he follows your car out of the apartment parking lot. Of course, he knows you are perfect for him, but something about hearing it from someone else makes him love you even more.
“Why don’t we get attached to all of her calls?” Lucy asks instead.
“Why are you still talking?” Tim counters.
Lucy purses her lips, then decides, “The sarcastic comments are more enjoyable when your wife is around.”
Most things are, Tim thinks. He’s glad to know you’re safe, and as Lucy continues asking questions he won’t answer, he thinks about you and what you should do this weekend. It will probably be easier to create a plan after he gets the smell of Dexter Wheeler’s apartment off him and his shop and his wedding ring back on his finger.
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sabrinajenre96 · 2 months ago
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The Line in the Sand
Pairing: Tim Bradford x detective wife reader
Words: 6000
Warning: mention of pregnancy, drugs, angst.
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Y/N Bradford, despite the looming weight of her pregnancy, still felt the same sense of purpose and determination she’d always had in her work. At 28, she had managed to navigate a successful career as a detective and was married to one of the best officers in the department, Tim Bradford. Life had felt almost perfect as they prepared for the arrival of their first child. But recently, she felt the subtle tension in Tim—an unease that seemed to follow him everywhere, especially when it came to his ex-wife, Isabel.
Y/N and Tim had always been open with each other. She knew about his past with Isabel—how she had left him high and dry, choosing drugs over him. Y/N had been there to pick up the pieces, supporting Tim through the toughest of times. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it was a quiet understanding that grew into something much deeper. They had built a life together, and now, with a baby on the way, things were supposed to be moving forward.
But lately, Tim had become more distracted, less present. There was something lingering in the air between them, a tension Y/N couldn’t shake.
“You okay?” Angela’s voice pulled Y/N out of her thoughts as she stared at the board in front of her. They were working on a case—something involving a string of break-ins, but her mind kept returning to Tim.
“Yeah,” Y/N murmured, absentmindedly resting a hand on her growing belly. “Just... worried about Tim.”
Angela raised an eyebrow, concern creeping into her features. “Is this about Isabel?”
Y/N nodded slowly. “He’s been... off since he saw her. Distant. Short-tempered. I don’t think it’s about feelings... but guilt? That’s a dangerous thing with Tim.”
Angela sighed. “You know he’s never been the type to let go of things easily. But he’s not the same guy he was when he was with Isabel. He loves you. You and the baby are his priority now.”
Y/N smiled weakly, but the knot in her stomach wouldn’t loosen. Something was brewing, and she could feel it.
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That evening, as Y/N settled in at home, her phone rang. It was Lucy. Y/N had hoped for a quiet night, but as soon as she saw the rookie’s name, her heart skipped a beat.
“Y/N? It’s Lucy. You need to know what happened today. Tim... Tim saw Isabel being arrested. He almost got me in danger trying to set up one of his tests.” Lucy’s voice was filled with worry. “I think he’s going to do something stupid.”
Y/N’s heart sank. She had hoped this wasn’t happening. “Where is he?”
“Isabel’s apartment complex,” Lucy replied, sounding desperate. “Please, don’t let him make things worse.”
Y/N didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her keys, her pregnancy aches forgotten for the moment, and rushed to her car. Tim wasn’t thinking clearly, and if she didn’t act, he could lose everything.
As she drove, her thoughts raced. She knew Tim. He had always been a man of action, sometimes too quick to jump without thinking. But this—this was different. He was on the verge of making a decision that could destroy his career, their future, and their baby’s future. She couldn’t let that happen.
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Y/N pulled up to the parking lot of Isabel’s apartment complex, her SUV’s headlights cutting through the dark. She parked at a distance, watching Tim’s car from afar. He was standing by the entrance, hands in his pockets, as if lost in thought. Y/N could see the conflict in his posture, his usual confidence shaken.
She stepped out of the car, her feet heavy on the pavement as she made her way toward him. When Tim heard her approach, he turned around in surprise, his eyes widening.
“What are you doing here?” Tim asked, his voice sharp.
Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, the pregnancy making her movements slow but purposeful. “Of all the stupid things you could’ve done tonight, this is the tip of the iceberg, Tim.”
Tim looked momentarily stunned. “Y/N—”
“No.” Her voice was firm, cutting through the air like a blade. “I’ve stood by you through everything, Tim. I was there picking up the pieces after Isabel shattered you. I’ve been by your side every day since then. And now, you’re standing here, about to do something that could ruin everything we’ve built. You’re willing to risk it all for her—for someone who left you four years ago for drugs and lies.”
Tim’s face was a mixture of frustration and guilt. “She needs help. I can’t just leave her like this.”
Y/N’s jaw clenched, the weight of his words hitting her like a punch. “You can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped, Tim. Isabel made her choice a long time ago. She chose drugs over you, over everything. And now, she’s trying to drag you back into her mess. You can’t fix that. You’re not responsible for her actions. But you are responsible for your own, and for our baby.”
Tim took a step toward her, his face softening. “I don’t want to lose you... or the baby.”
Y/N’s heart twisted. “Then stop this. Because if you go through with it, you won’t be the man I fell in love with anymore. You’ll be someone else—someone willing to risk his career, his integrity, his future, for a manipulative junkie who doesn’t care about him.”
Tim stood there, silent, his eyes searching hers as if trying to find an answer, but there was none to be found. Y/N took a deep breath, her frustration mounting. “If you go through with this, you’ll destroy everything we’ve worked for, Tim. Everything. And then you’ll be alone. You won’t just lose your job; you’ll lose me, the baby... everything.”
Her voice softened, a final plea. “Is that what you want? To risk everything for someone who doesn’t care about you?”
Tim opened his mouth to respond, but Y/N cut him off before he could speak. “I’m not going to stand by and watch you make a mistake that could destroy us. The choice is yours, Tim. But know this: if you do this, I can’t support you. Not this time.”
With that, Y/N turned on her heel and walked back to her SUV, not bothering to look back. She couldn’t—she had to leave him to figure this out for himself. As she drove away, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment. She had done everything she could. The rest was up to him.
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Tim stood frozen in the parking lot, Y/N’s words echoing in his mind. His heart pounded in his chest, and for the first time in a long time, he felt truly lost. The guilt that had been eating away at him now felt like a crushing weight. He had been so focused on Isabel, on trying to fix the past, that he had completely forgotten about his present, about the woman he loved and the family they were building together.
He knew Y/N was right. He had been driven by guilt—guilt for not being able to save Isabel, guilt for failing her. But that wasn’t his burden to carry anymore. He had a wife now. A baby on the way. And he had to let go of the past, no matter how hard it was.
Tim’s mind raced as he thought about what Y/N had said. She was right. Helping Isabel wouldn’t change her—it would only change him. And if he did this, if he let guilt dictate his actions, he would lose everything.
With a final glance at Isabel’s building, Tim turned and got into his car. He knew where he had to go.
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When Tim walked through the door of their home later that night, Y/N was sitting on the couch, watching a movie. She didn’t look up at first, too lost in the glow of the TV screen. But when she heard the door close, she turned and saw him standing there, his shoulders heavy with regret.
Tim took a deep breath. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I realized how awful I was tonight. I wasn’t trying to help Isabel because I love her—I was trying to fix something that’s already broken. You were right. I almost lost everything. For nothing.”
Y/N’s heart softened as she studied him, his eyes filled with sincerity. “I’m glad you finally realized that.”
Tim moved to the couch, sitting beside her. He took her hand, his thumb brushing over her skin. “I’m not in love with Isabel. I was just driven by guilt, and I let it cloud my judgment. I’ll apologize to Lucy tomorrow. I’ll make it right.”
Y/N nodded, feeling a weight lift from her chest. She shifted over, making room for him to sit closer. As he rested his hand on her belly, she offered him the bowl of ice cream she had been eating. He took it gratefully, a quiet smile forming on his lips.
For the first time in weeks, Y/N felt at peace.
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The next morning, as Y/N and Tim arrived at the station, they found themselves standing with their colleagues, watching as Isabel was escorted in. She glanced at Tim, then at Y/N, surprise flickering in her eyes. Isabel hadn’t expected to see him moved on—let alone married to Y/N, his partner, his family.
Tim’s gaze met Y/N’s, and she gave him a small, encouraging smile. He nodded, and as Isabel passed, he offered a simple apology to Lucy, who nodded in response.
“You did the right thing, Tim,” Lucy said, her tone warm with understanding. Angela and Y/N both nodded in agreement.
Tim had made his choice—and he was finally moving forward. And for the first time in a long time, so was Y/N.
Together.
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cherryxbooo · 6 months ago
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May I please request a fic where the female reader is an FBI agent and former Marine who has a reputation for being tenacious and tough and she runs into the LAPD while working on a case, reuniting with Tim whom she has a passionate history with?
Just like old times
Summary: Y/N, an FBI agent, reunites with her former lover, Tim Bradford, while working on a dangerous case with the LAPD. Their chemistry rekindles, and after the case, their relationship is revealed, sparking curiosity among Tim’s coworkers.
Note: First of all, I want to thank all of you for all the support you showed me on my last few fics. It means a lot, thank you so much 🫶🤞Thank you for your request, I gave it my own little spin so I hope you like it! Enjoy 🤍
Reader x Tim Bradford
Genre: Fluff/tiny bit of angst (if you squint lol)
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The police station buzzed with the usual chaos: phones ringing, officers shuffling through files, and the occasional banter to lighten the tension of their work.
But the air shifted when the captain’s door opened, revealing Commander Grey alongside a woman in an impeccably tailored suit.
The first thing people noticed about her wasn’t her striking appearance, though that was undeniable.
It was the way she carried herself; shoulders squared, gaze sharp, exuding an air of authority and control.
It was the look of someone who had seen the worst humanity had to offer and lived to tell the tale.
“Who’s that?” Jackson West muttered to Lucy Chen as they leaned against the edge of their desks.
“No idea,” Lucy replied, narrowing her eyes at the mysterious newcomer. “But she screams FBI.”
Angela Lopez walked up, crossing her arms. “She doesn’t just scream it, she’s it. Look at the badge on her belt.”
“Great,” Lucy said under her breath. “Another suit to look down on us.”
As the whispers spread, Tim Bradford entered the bullpen, his usual brisk and no-nonsense demeanor firmly in place.
His sharp eyes scanned the room, narrowing when he caught sight of the figure beside Grey.
For the first time in what felt like forever, Tim froze mid-step.
It was you.
The last time Tim Bradford had seen you, the two of you had been tangled in a mess of emotions.
It was a heated goodbye neither of you wanted but both knew was necessary.
You had been on the fast track, transitioning from your time in the Marines to the FBI with an ambition he respected but couldn’t keep up with.
He was a police officer with roots too deep to pull up, and your career demanded a level of movement and detachment that didn’t fit into his world.
The chemistry between you had been undeniable, volatile at times, but magnetic.
When you were together, it was like nothing else existed. But the breakup wasn’t ugly; it was bittersweet.
You’d left with mutual respect and more than a little unresolved tension.
And now, years later, you were back.
“Bradford!” Grey’s voice snapped him out of his daze. “I need you for this.”
Tim approached, his expression unreadable, though the quick flicker of surprise in his eyes didn’t escape you.
You tilted your head slightly, a small smirk tugging at your lips.
“Sergeant Bradford,” you said smoothly, your voice carrying the same confident edge he remembered.
“Agent Y/L/N,” he replied evenly, his tone giving nothing away.
“Wait,” Lucy whispered loudly to Angela and Jackson, “he knows her?!”
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The case was a high-stakes operation that had everyone on edge. For months, the LAPD had been chasing leads on a sprawling human trafficking ring operating across state lines.
The criminals were highly organized, using fake businesses and offshore accounts to cover their tracks, and their connections ran deep, involving corrupt officials and dangerous enforcers.
Every lead the LAPD pursued seemed to hit a dead end. Frustration was mounting, especially for Tim Bradford, whose no-nonsense approach had been tested by the complexity of the operation.
The captain had finally called in a favor with the FBI, hoping a fresh perspective and federal resources could turn the tide.
That’s when they sent you.
When Commander Grey introduced you as the FBI agent assigned to the case, the bullpen had gone silent.
Your reputation had preceded you, not just as a skilled investigator but as a former Marine who was known for your grit and relentless pursuit of justice.
Tim’s coworkers were impressed, though they couldn’t help but notice the palpable tension between you and the sergeant.
“We’ve been tracking this network for years,” you explained during the initial briefing, clicking through a presentation of maps, photos, and suspect profiles.
“They use legitimate businesses,restaurants, shipping companies, as fronts for their operations. They’ve been moving people through LA under the radar, and we believe this city is a critical hub in their network.”
Lucy Chen leaned forward, studying one of the photos. “How are they avoiding detection?”
“Fake documents, forged permits, and insider help,” you said grimly.
“We suspect they have someone on the inside tipping them off. That’s why every move we make has to be airtight.”
Tim, seated at the back of the room, crossed his arms. “And what’s the endgame here? Arrest a few mid-level operatives while the bosses disappear?”
You met his gaze evenly. “The goal is to dismantle the entire network. That means taking down everyone, from the enforcers on the ground to the kingpins running the show.”
The room fell silent, the weight of the task settling over the team.
As the precinct buzzed with the aftermath of the sting operation's success, the atmosphere began to lighten.
Officers filtered out one by one, their weariness mingled with satisfaction.
You were seated at a table with a pile of paperwork, methodically logging the details of the operation, when Tim approached, his face unreadable but his presence grounding.
“Looks like the big bad FBI agent has paperwork too,” he teased, setting down a mug of coffee next to you.
“Don’t think for a second you’re exempt, Bradford,” you shot back, smirking as you gestured toward his own untouched stack of forms.
“Or is LAPD above such mundane tasks?”
“Not a chance,” he quipped, pulling out a chair and settling beside you.
Your easy banter didn’t go unnoticed. Lucy and Angela exchanged a curious glance from across the bullpen, while Jackson leaned closer to Nolan, whispering something that made him grin.
Eventually, Angela couldn’t resist. She sauntered over, her arms crossed and an amused expression on her face.
“So,” Angela began, dragging out the word. “How exactly do you two know each other?”
Tim stiffened slightly, though he didn’t look up from the file he was reviewing.
“Work,” he said curtly, clearly trying to shut down the conversation.
You arched an eyebrow at his abruptness but decided to play along. “We’ve crossed paths before,” you said vaguely, keeping your tone neutral.
Angela wasn’t satisfied. “Crossed paths? That’s it? Because the two of you seem awfully... in sync.”
Lucy, unable to resist joining in, pulled up a chair.
“Yeah, it’s like you’re finishing each other’s sentences out there. Spill. Is this some FBI-Marine/army secret society thing?”
Tim finally glanced up, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “We’ve worked together before. End of story.”
“Oh, come on, Bradford,” Nolan chimed in, grinning. “You can’t just drop breadcrumbs and expect us not to follow.”
You exchanged a glance with Tim, silently communicating whether or not to indulge them.
His slight shake of the head told you all you needed to know: he wasn’t about to open up. Still, you decided to throw them a bone.
“Let’s just say Tim and I have some shared history in... high-stress situations,” you said, your tone deliberately cryptic.
Lucy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, like what? You were partners? Rivals?”
“Or lovers?” Angela added slyly, clearly enjoying Tim’s discomfort.
Tim shot her a sharp look. “Focus on your own love life, Lopez.”
“Oh, relax,” Angela said, waving a hand. “We’re just curious. It’s not every day we see you get along with someone.”
You bit back a laugh, deciding to rescue him. “It’s complicated, okay? And classified.”
That seemed to satisfy them... For now.
They dispersed, though you caught them glancing back occasionally, whispering among themselves.
Tim let out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Classified?” he echoed, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“You’re welcome,” you replied with a wink, returning to your paperwork.
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Later that evening, when the station was nearly empty, Tim and you were left alone to tie up loose ends.
The earlier teasing lingered in the air, but now it felt like a private joke between the two of you.
“You think they’ll let it go?” you asked, leaning back in your chair.
“Not a chance,” Tim said dryly. “Lopez will probably turn it into a guessing game, and Chen will dig through every detail of my life.”
You chuckled. “They seem like a good group.”
“They are,” Tim admitted, his voice softening. “Annoying, but good.”
There was a brief pause, then he looked at you with a hint of a smile. “Thanks for handling that back there.”
You shrugged. “Part of the job, Bradford. I’ve got your six, remember?”
His expression shifted, something more serious flickering in his eyes. “I know you do. Always have.”
You held his gaze for a moment longer, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket.
Then, with a faint smile, you nudged his stack of paperwork toward him.
“Now finish your reports, Sergeant,” you teased.
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The morning after your arrival at the station, you found yourself in the briefing room, surrounded by Tim and his team.
The station buzzed with an energy you hadn’t felt since your days in the Marines.
As a former Marine turned FBI agent, you were used to commanding respect and navigating high-pressure situations.
Today, though, you were walking into a hornet’s nest.
Grey stood at the front of the room, the case details projected on the screen behind him.
“Alright, people, listen up. We’re working with Agent Y/L/N on this one, so I expect full cooperation.”
Your name was enough to draw a few looks, especially after yesterday’s whispers about your connection to Tim.
You stayed professional, though, your expression unreadable as Grey continued.
“The target is Ethan Marlow,” Grey said, gesturing to a mugshot on the screen.
A rugged man with a scar across his cheek and an unmistakable smirk stared back at the room.
“Suspected arms dealer. We’ve been trying to nail him for months, but he’s slippery. Last week, we got a tip that he’s planning a major shipment through the Los Angeles docks.”
You stepped forward, holding a remote to switch slides.
“Marlow’s operation is large, but he’s not untouchable. My team and I have been tracking his movements across state lines, and we believe his associates are using a shell company to smuggle weapons through legitimate cargo shipments.”
Lucy raised her hand. “Why not just hit the docks and seize the cargo?”
“Because Marlow doesn’t work alone,” you replied, flipping to a map that highlighted his network.
“His associates are just as dangerous, and if we spook them, they’ll scatter. We need to cut off the head of the operation. That means Marlow.”
Tim’s eyes flicked to you, his brows furrowing slightly.
He wasn’t used to taking orders from anyone, but he respected competence. And you? You radiated it.
Angela chimed in. “What’s our play?”
You glanced at her, then looked back at the team.
“Marlow’s hosting a private party at a nightclub downtown tonight. It’s our best shot at getting close to him.”
“Undercover?” Nolan asked, leaning forward.
You nodded. “Exactly. We’ve got a cover story and fake identities for two officers. You’ll mingle, gather intel, and plant a tracker on Marlow’s vehicle.”
Tim leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And who’s going in?”
You paused, meeting his gaze directly.
“You and I.”
The room seemed to hold its breath. Tim’s lips quirked into a faint smirk, his demeanor calm despite the weight of your suggestion.
Angela raised an eyebrow. “Well, this just got interesting.”
As the team dispersed to prepare for the operation, you caught up with Tim in the hallway.
The sound of your boots echoed against the tiled floor as you fell into step beside him.
“Was that a problem?” you asked, glancing up at him.
He shrugged. “Nope. Just wondering how you managed to finagle me into this.”
A sly smile curved your lips. “Thought you’d appreciate the chance to dress up.”
Tim chuckled, low and warm. “You’ve got jokes.”
There was a pause as you both walked in companionable silence.
Memories of your past flashed unbidden in your mind, the long nights on stakeouts, the adrenaline-fueled moments of action, and the quieter times, when his touch was all you needed to feel safe.
“Remember the first time we worked together?” you asked softly.
Tim glanced at you, his expression softening. “Yeah. That drug bust in San Diego. You saved my ass.”
“You were pinned down,” you reminded him, smirking. “I didn’t have a choice.”
He shook his head, his voice quieter. “You didn’t hesitate. Not once.”
“It’s what we do,” you said simply, though your heart warmed at the admiration in his voice.
Tim stopped walking, turning to face you. “Y/N... what happened with us... back then—I never really got a chance to explain.”
You held up a hand, cutting him off gently. “Tim, it’s okay. We both had our reasons.”
“But you’re here now,” he said, his voice steady. “That’s what matters.”
For a moment, the unspoken history between you hung in the air, a tangible thread connecting the past to the present.
Then, the sound of a door opening down the hall broke the moment, and you both fell back into step.
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Later that evening, you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your earpiece and smoothing out the sleek black dress you’d chosen for the undercover op.
Tim emerged from the adjacent room, his suit perfectly tailored, exuding confidence. His gaze flicked to you, lingering a beat too long.
“Looking good, Agent,” he remarked, his voice teasing but low enough to send a shiver down your spine.
“You clean up nicely yourself, Bradford,” you replied, adjusting his tie.
As you rode to the nightclub together, the tension in the air was palpable, not the bad kind, but the kind that made your pulse quicken and your senses sharpen.
You exchanged glances, each silently acknowledging the trust you’d built through years of working together.
Inside the club, the operation went off smoothly, at least at first. You and Tim played your parts to perfection, your chemistry undeniable as you mingled with the crowd.
Marlow was sharp, but not sharp enough to see through your cover. It wasn’t until a hiccup in the plan, a sudden appearance of Marlow’s enforcers, that things took a dangerous turn.
The nightclub pulsed with the heavy bass of music, its dim lighting and crowded space creating an almost oppressive atmosphere.
You navigated the sea of people with ease, Tim trailing behind you as you both subtly scanned for your target.
Marlow was seated in a VIP booth, surrounded by his entourage, his laughter echoing through the space.
Tim leaned closer to your ear, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got eyes on him. What’s the play?”
You turned slightly, catching his intense gaze in the neon glow. “I’ll distract him. You plant the tracker.”
His jaw tightened. “You sure about that?”
“Tim,” you said, your tone firm. “I’ve done this a hundred times.”
“That doesn’t mean I like it,” he muttered, but he didn’t argue further.
Adjusting your posture, you approached Marlow’s booth with the confidence of someone who belonged.
His eyes flicked to you immediately, a sly grin spreading across his face as he motioned for you to come closer.
“Well, well,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “Who do we have here?”
You gave him a coy smile, slipping into character. “Someone who heard you’re the man to know in this town.”
As you spoke, you felt Tim’s presence nearby, his movements precise as he maneuvered around the booth.
The tension in your shoulders eased slightly, until one of Marlow’s men, a bulky enforcer with a sharp gaze, stood abruptly, his eyes narrowing on Tim.
“Who’s this guy?” the enforcer barked, his voice cutting through the din.
Tim didn’t miss a beat. “Relax. I’m just here to grab a drink.”
The enforcer didn’t look convinced. Marlow waved a hand, his focus still on you. “He’s fine. Sit down.”
Tim used the distraction to slide the tracker beneath the table, his hand steady despite the close proximity of Marlow’s crew.
You kept the conversation light, your laughter carefully timed, your every move calculated to keep the target’s attention on you.
But just as you thought you were in the clear, Marlow’s phone buzzed.
He glanced at it, his expression shifting to one of suspicion. “Excuse me for a moment.”
He stood abruptly, motioning for his men to follow.
Your heart raced as you exchanged a look with Tim, both of you realizing the same thing: something was off.
As Marlow disappeared into a back room, you and Tim quickly regrouped.
“He’s onto us,” Tim said, his voice low but urgent.
“We need to pull out,” you replied, scanning the room for the nearest exit.
Before you could move, one of Marlow’s men appeared, his gun drawn. The tension in the air snapped like a live wire.
Tim stepped in front of you instinctively, his stance protective.
“Easy,” Tim said, his tone calm but authoritative. “We’re just leaving.”
The man didn’t budge, his finger twitching near the trigger. You acted quickly, your Marine instincts kicking in as you disarmed him with a swift, calculated movement.
The gun clattered to the floor, and chaos erupted.
Tim grabbed your hand, pulling you through the panicked crowd as more of Marlow’s men gave chase.
The music and flashing lights blurred into a cacophony of sound and color as you navigated the crowded dance floor, your adrenaline surging.
“Out the back!” Tim shouted, his grip on your hand firm.
You burst through the back exit, the cool night air hitting your skin like a shock.
Tim covered you as you drew your weapon, both of you taking defensive positions as Marlow’s men spilled into the alley.
Shots rang out, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing in the narrow space.
By the time backup arrived, the scene was secured, and Marlow’s operation was compromised.
You stood with Tim in the aftermath, both of you catching your breath as you surveyed the chaos.
“You okay?” Tim asked, his voice steady despite the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.
“I’m fine,” you replied, though your hands were still trembling slightly. “You?”
“I’m good,” he said, his eyes lingering on you. “You didn’t have to jump in like that.”
You gave him a wry smile. “What? And let you play hero? Not a chance.”
His lips twitched into a small grin, but the concern in his gaze remained. “You scared the hell out of me back there.”
Before you could respond, Captain Grey approached, his expression a mix of relief and frustration. “Nice work, Agent Y/L/N. But next time, let’s try to avoid a full-blown shootout.”
“Noted,” you said, nodding.
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Back at the station, the air surrounded with residual energy from the operation.
As everyone debriefed, Lucy sidled up to Angela, her eyes flicking between you and Tim, who were standing a little too close for professional comfort.
“Okay, what’s the deal with them?” Lucy whispered.
Angela smirked. “I don’t know, but I’m dying to find out.”
Nolan, ever the curious one, joined in. “You think they’ve really worked together before?”
“Obviously,” Angela said, her tone teasing. “But there’s definitely more to it.”
Harper chimed in, her arms crossed as she observed from a distance. “They’ve got history. You can see it.”
As the group speculated, Tim and you shared a glance, both aware of the unspoken questions hanging in the air.
For now, though, you kept your history, and the rekindled spark between you, to yourselves.
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Later that evening, after the precinct had quieted down, you and Tim found yourselves in the dimly lit briefing room, both reviewing reports from the operation.
The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable, it was thick with unspoken words, lingering tension, and the familiarity of years past.
Tim glanced up from his file, his voice breaking the quiet. “You were incredible out there today.”
You smirked, not looking up from your notes. “I know.”
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Still as humble as ever, I see.”
Setting your pen down, you met his gaze, your expression softening. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, his tone turning more serious.
“You scared me back there, you know. When that guy pulled the gun.”
“I’ve been in worse situations,” you said with a small shrug, trying to downplay it.
“Doesn’t make it easier to watch,” he replied, his jaw tightening.
The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard.
You leaned back in your chair, folding your arms. “Tim, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know the risks.”
“I know you do,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you putting yourself in the line of fire.”
“Funny,” you said, tilting your head. “That’s exactly how I felt about you the last time we worked together.”
He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes searching yours as if trying to gauge how much of the past you were willing to bring up.
Finally, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “And how did that work out for you?”
You gave him a pointed look. “Not great, Bradford. You have a way of making people care whether they want to or not.”
His lips quirked into a faint smile. “Same could be said for you.”
The words hung between you, heavy with the weight of everything left unsaid.
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A few hours later, after the station had emptied out, Tim offered to drive you back to your temporary FBI accommodations.
The ride was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the space.
“Still driving this beast?” you teased, gesturing to his truck.
He grinned. “Reliable. Like me.”
You snorted. “Debatable.”
As the truck came to a stop outside your building, he shifted in his seat to face you. “Listen, I’ve been thinking…”
“That sounds dangerous,” you quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached for your hand, his touch gentle but firm. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. Not just working with you. You.”
Your breath caught, the sincerity in his eyes nearly undoing you. “Tim…”
“I know we didn’t end things the way we wanted,” he continued, his voice steady but soft. “But seeing you again… it’s like no time has passed. And I can’t ignore it anymore.”
You looked down at your intertwined hands, your heart racing. “Tim, this job… our lives… nothing’s simple.”
“I’m not asking for simple,” he said, his tone resolute. “I’m asking for you. Whatever that looks like.”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut, raw and honest in a way you weren’t sure you were ready for.
But as you looked at him, his expression equal parts hopeful and vulnerable, you realized that maybe you were.
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The next day, you arrived at the station to find Tim waiting for you, two cups of coffee in hand.
He handed you one without a word, his fingers brushing against yours.
The small gesture sent a spark through you, a silent acknowledgment of the conversation you’d had the night before.
As you worked through the details of the case, the team’s curiosity about your relationship with Tim only grew.
Lucy, ever the inquisitive one, cornered you during a quiet moment.
“So,” she began, her tone casual but her eyes sharp. “You and Tim—what’s the story there?”
You smirked, taking a sip of your coffee. “You’ll have to ask him.”
When Lucy relayed this to Angela, Nolan, and Harper, it only fueled their determination.
During a briefing, Nolan couldn’t help but ask outright. “How exactly do you two know each other?”
Tim shot him a look that could wither a cactus. “Not your business, Nolan.”
Angela leaned back in her chair, smirking. “Interesting. Usually, you’re a lot less… protective.”
“Drop it,” Tim said, his tone leaving no room for argument. But the subtle way his eyes flicked to you didn’t go unnoticed.
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Later, after the team had dispersed, you found Tim waiting for you by your car.
He leaned against it, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
“You okay?” you asked, approaching him.
He nodded, then gestured for you to come closer. When you did, he pulled you into a quick, fierce hug, the suddenness of it catching you off guard.
Not expecting the cold, grumpy Tim Bradford to behave this way.
“What’s that for?” you asked, your voice muffled against his chest.
“Just wanted to,” he said simply, his tone soft.
As you stood there in the quiet of the parking lot, you realized that while the job might be dangerous and the past might be complicated, having Tim by your side made it all feel a little less daunting.
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The next morning, you arrived at the station to find Tim already in the war room.
He stood in front of a large board covered with photos, timelines, and maps, his focus intense.
It was a scene you were familiar with, Tim Bradford in full mission mode.
“Morning,” you said, stepping inside with a coffee in hand.
He turned, his expression softening when he saw you. “Morning. Got started early.”
“I can see that.” You handed him a second coffee. “Figured you might need this.”
He took it with a small smile. “You know me too well.”
You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Old habits die hard.”
The two of you stood side by side, going over the latest developments in the case.
The criminal organization you were tracking was sophisticated, with layers of secrecy and a network of loyal operatives.
It was the kind of operation that required precision, patience, and trust.
“I think they’re using the docks as a secondary drop point,” you said, tapping a location on the map.
“We need to get eyes on it, but we can’t tip them off.”
Tim nodded. “Agreed. Harper and I can run surveillance. You and Nolan can follow up on the warehouse lead.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Nolan? You’re pairing me with a rookie?”
“He’s not a rookie anymore,” Tim replied, smirking. “And I trust him.”
“Fine,” you said, pretending to grumble. “But if he slows me down, I’m holding you personally responsible.”
Tim chuckled. “Noted.”
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As the day progressed, the rest of the team couldn’t help but notice the easy rapport between you and Tim.
Lucy, always perceptive, leaned over to Angela as the two of you passed by.
“They’re definitely hiding something,” she whispered.
“Obviously,” Angela replied. “But what? They act like they’ve known each other forever.”
Harper, overhearing the conversation, chimed in. “Whatever it is, Tim’s not going to spill. You know how he is.”
“Yeah,” Lucy said, grinning. “But Y/N might be more willing to share.”
The three women exchanged a conspiratorial look before following you into the bullpen.
“So,” Lucy began, leaning casually against a desk. “How’s working with Tim treating you?”
You glanced up from your notes, arching an eyebrow. “Fine. Why?”
“No reason,” she said, feigning innocence. “Just curious. You two seem... close.”
“We’ve worked together before,” you said simply, refusing to elaborate.
Angela smirked. “And how did that go?”
“About as well as you’d expect,” you replied, your tone even.
Their curiosity only grew, but before they could press further, Tim appeared, his presence effectively ending the conversation.
He shot you a look as if to ask if you were okay. You gave him a subtle nod, and he relaxed.
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Later that evening, the team gathered to finalize the operational plan. The stakes were high, if the operation failed, it could mean months of lost work and the possibility of the suspects disappearing altogether.
“The docks are our best shot,” Harper said, her tone firm. “But we need solid backup. These guys won’t go down without a fight.”
“I’ll take point,” you said without hesitation.
Tim frowned. “No way. It’s too risky.”
You met his gaze, your expression unwavering. “I can handle it.”
“I know you can,” he said, his voice quieter. “But I’m not letting you go in alone.”
The room fell silent as the tension between you and Tim became palpable.
The rest of the team exchanged glances but didn’t intervene.
“Fine,” you said finally. “But don’t slow me down.”
Tim’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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The docks were dark and quiet, the salty breeze carrying a faint hint of diesel and seaweed.
You and Tim crouched behind a stack of shipping containers, eyes scanning the area for any sign of movement.
The operation had reached its climax, and you were at the forefront of the action.
“I count three guards near the north entrance,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of machinery.
Tim nodded, his gaze sharp. “Two more near the warehouse entrance. Harper’s team is covering the perimeter.”
You adjusted your earpiece, your heart steady despite the tension. This wasn’t your first high-stakes operation, and you knew it wouldn’t be your last.
But there was something different about this one. Working alongside Tim brought a layer of intensity and focus you hadn’t felt in years.
“On my signal,” Tim said, his voice calm but authoritative. “We take out the guards at the north entrance first. Quietly.”
You nodded, your fingers tightening around your weapon. “Got it.”
As the seconds ticked by, you felt Tim shift closer to you. His shoulder brushed against yours, a subtle reminder that he had your back.
Despite the danger, his presence was grounding, a steady force in the chaos.
“Ready?” he asked, his voice low.
“Always,” you replied, a small smirk playing on your lips.
The operation moved quickly. You and Tim approached the guards with practiced precision, each movement coordinated and silent.
When the first guard turned, you stepped forward, delivering a swift and calculated blow that sent him crumpling to the ground.
Tim handled the second guard with equal efficiency, his movements smooth and controlled.
“Clear,” you whispered, signaling to the rest of the team.
From the earpiece, Harper’s voice came through. “Perimeter’s secure. We’re moving in.”
You and Tim pressed forward, making your way toward the warehouse.
The massive structure loomed ahead, its rusted exterior illuminated by flickering floodlights.
Inside, you knew the operation’s ringleader was waiting, along with the final pieces of evidence needed to bring the entire organization down.
As you reached the entrance, Tim glanced at you, his expression serious. “You good?”
You gave him a confident nod. “Let’s finish this.”
The air inside the warehouse was heavy with the scent of oil and metal.
Stacks of crates and pallets created a labyrinth of narrow pathways, each one more precarious than the last.
You and Tim moved silently, your weapons at the ready.
“Two o’clock,” Tim murmured, gesturing toward a shadowy figure near the back of the room.
You nodded, signaling that you’d cover him. Tim moved ahead, his steps deliberate and soundless.
He closed the distance to the suspect with remarkable speed, subduing him before he had a chance to react.
But just as the suspect hit the ground, the room erupted in chaos.
Another figure appeared, shouting a warning that sent the rest of the criminals scrambling.
“Contact!” you shouted into your earpiece, diving behind a stack of crates as gunfire erupted.
Tim dropped beside you, his expression tight. “We’ve got to neutralize them before they make a run for it.”
“On it,” you said, your adrenaline surging.
The two of you moved as a unit, covering each other as you advanced through the warehouse.
You took down one suspect after another, your training and instincts kicking in with precision.
Tim’s presence beside you was a constant, his sharp commands and quick reflexes ensuring that you were always one step ahead of the danger.
As the chaos subsided, you found yourself face-to-face with the ringleader.
He stood in the center of the room, a smug grin on his face as he held a gun pointed in your direction.
“Drop it,” you ordered, your voice cold and commanding.
The man chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t scare me.”
“You should be scared,” Tim said, stepping beside you. His tone was low and menacing, his weapon trained on the suspect.
For a moment, the air was thick with tension. Then, with a sudden burst of movement, the suspect lunged toward a nearby crate. But he didn’t get far.
In a flash, you and Tim fired simultaneously, your shots hitting their mark with precision.
The suspect crumpled to the ground, his weapon clattering harmlessly to the floor.
“Clear,” Tim said, his voice steady.
You nodded, lowering your weapon. The adrenaline began to ebb, leaving you with a sense of relief and satisfaction.
“Nice shot,” you said, glancing at Tim.
“Right back at you,” he replied, a small smile tugging at his lips.
As the rest of the team secured the scene and processed the suspects, you and Tim stepped outside to catch your breath.
The cool night air was a welcome contrast to the stifling heat of the warehouse.
“That was intense,” you said, leaning against a nearby railing.
Tim chuckled, shaking his head. “Just another day at the office.”
You rolled your eyes, but a smile crept onto your face. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re reckless,” he shot back, his tone teasing. “But I guess that’s why we make a good team.”
The banter felt easy and familiar, a reminder of the connection you shared.
As the night wore on, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the chance to work alongside Tim again, even if it meant navigating the complexities of your past and present.
But one thing was clear: together, you were a force to be reckoned with.
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After the successful operation, the precinct was buzzing with activity. Arrests had been made, evidence was secured, and the team was riding the high of a job well done.
You and Tim lingered in the bullpen, going over the final report. The room had emptied out, leaving the two of you alone.
Repeating the same praises and compliments to each other.
“You were amazing out there,” Tim said, his voice low.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you replied, smirking.
He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “So, what now? Back to the FBI?”
“For now,” you said. “But I’m sure our paths will cross again.”
“I’m counting on it,” he said, his gaze steady.
There was a beat of silence before he added, “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever worked with anyone like you.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Is that a compliment?”
“Definitely,” he said, his tone warm.
The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a moment before he reached out, his hand brushing against yours.
It was a small gesture, but it carried a weight of unspoken feelings.
“Y/N,” he said softly,
“I know we’ve been dancing around this, but... I’ve missed having you in my life. Not just as a partner. As you.”
Your breath caught, his words sinking in. “Tim, I—”
Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate.
It was a moment of clarity, the past and present colliding in a way that felt inevitable.
When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours. “Tell me this isn’t just me.”
“It’s not,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions. “It never has been.”
While the road ahead wasn’t without its challenges, one thing was clear: together, you were unstoppable.
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The next day, you found yourself back at the LAPD station, but there was an odd tension in the air.
You had already wrapped up your part of the case, and you were supposed to head back to the FBI, but something kept pulling you back to this familiar place, and to Tim.
As you entered the station, you couldn’t help but notice the curious glances from his coworkers.
You tried to brush it off, but the whispers had already begun. You knew exactly why. The mission was over, so why were you still here?
Nolan, Angela, and Lucy were at their desks, exchanging amused looks as they watched you walk by.
Their curiosity was palpable, but they hadn’t dared to say anything, yet.
Tim sat at his desk in the busy LAPD station, sorting through a pile of paperwork.
The usual hum of phones ringing, conversations about cases, and the sound of boots echoing in the hallway filled the air.
But none of it seemed to matter. Not when his mind kept drifting back to her.
Y/N.
You had been on his mind ever since their time together last night. The way your smile made his heart skip a beat, the way your laughter felt like a melody to him, everything about you seemed to ground him, even when the world was chaos.
His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching his desk.
He looked up, and there she was: Y/N. His chest tightened at the sight of her, and a smile spread across his face almost instantly.
You were standing in front of him, hands in the pockets of her jacket, looking at him with a soft but knowing smile.
You didn’t say anything at first, just took in the sight of him with those warm, familiar eyes.
"Hey," Tim said, his voice low and filled with affection, as if the word itself held a thousand meanings.
He stood up, his gaze softening when their eyes met.
Your smile grew, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. You were always struck by how effortlessly he seemed to make everything feel right, even on the busiest of days.
"Hey, yourself," you replied, your voice sweet, with a hint of playfulness.
Tim’s hand reached out instinctively, his fingers brushing against yours.
The simple touch sent a spark through both of us. It was as if the world faded away, leaving just the two of us standing in this quiet, intimate moment.
"You’re here early," Tim commented, his thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand as you stood there together.
"I wanted to see you," you admitted, your voice a little softer than usual, a hint of shyness lacing your words. "I missed you."
His heart thudded in his chest, and without thinking, he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around you.
You melted into him almost immediately, your head resting on his chest.
Tim closed his eyes, the familiar scent of your perfume making him feel like everything was in place.
"I missed you too," he murmured against your hair. The words were simple, but they held so much weight.
He felt the warmth of you in his arms, and it made the stresses of the day feel like nothing.
You tilted your head back slightly to look up at him. His face was inches from yours, and you could feel his breath against your skin.
You loved how close you both were. There was something about being in his arms that made everything seem okay, no matter what was happening around us.
Tim’s hand cupped your cheek gently, his thumb brushing over your skin. "You okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.
"I am now," you replied with a small smile, your hand resting over his where it gently held your face. "Just needed to see you."
Your heart raced at the way he looked at you, so open, so trusting. He leaned down, his lips grazing yours in a gentle, lingering kiss.
It was tender, soft, like the kiss had all the time in the world.
When you pulled away, Tim let out a quiet sigh, his forehead resting against yours.
"I don’t want to let go," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
"You don’t have to," you whispered back, your arms wrapping around his waist, holding him close.
Tim smiled, the corners of his lips curling up in a way that only you could make happen. "Good," he said, his voice low and full of affection.
He kissed you again, this time deeper, the kiss filled with a hunger that had been building ever since you'd parted ways the night before.
You both broke away a few moments later, your faces flushed, breaths heavy.
Tim pressed his forehead against yours again, as if trying to ground himself in the moment.
"You’re everything to me," he whispered, the words sincere and full of emotion.
It was rare saying the Tim Bradford like this, all soft. But it was the best thing you've witnessed and you wouldn't change it for anything.
You closed your eyes, your hands gently brushing through his hair.
"And you’re everything to me," you said, your voice soft but filled with so much love.
The moment stretched on, neither of you wanting to move away, to break the peace that had settled between you.
You were lost in your own world, the chaos of the station and the responsibilities of your lives fading into the background.
It was just the two of you, connected, in your own little bubble.
Finally, Tim pulled back slightly, still holding you close. He smiled at you with a softness in his eyes that only you had the power to draw out.
"I’m glad you’re here," he said, his voice a little rough from the intensity of your shared moment.
"I’m glad too," you replied, your fingers tracing small patterns across his chest. "I’m not going anywhere this time."
Tim’s heart swelled with warmth at your words. He leaned down to press a final kiss to your lips, slow and tender.
It wasn’t about passion this time, it was about the connection you had, the unspoken understanding between you.
As you broke the kiss, you smiled up at him. "I guess I should probably let you get back to work," you said, a playful glint in your eyes.
Tim chuckled, but there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. "Yeah," he agreed, his thumb brushing over your cheek one more time. "But I don’t want to let go of you."
"Then don’t," you said softly, your voice filled with a quiet promise.
"Do you think the others suspected anything?"
"Oh definitely."
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Meanwhile, the others were spying on both of you, their curiosity getting the best of them.
His coworkers froze, watching in disbelief through the glass window as Tim, usually stoic and reserved, wrapped his arms around you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Oh, my God,” Lucy muttered under her breath, eyes wide. “Is that...?”
“I think that’s Y/N,” Nolan said, his voice trailing off as he tried to make sense of the situation.
“Bradford,” Lucy called out from far, unable to keep her curiosity in check. Storming into his office with the others close behind.
“Since when do you get all... affectionate?”
Tim glanced at them, his usual tough exterior slipping for a brief moment. He didn’t say anything at first, just held you there, savoring the moment.
You, however, were more than willing to answer their questions.
“You all have a lot of questions, don’t you?” you asked with a playful smile, glancing at Tim before meeting the others’ eyes.
Angela raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “We’ve never seen you like this, Tim. And you’ve been so secretive about everything. Who’s this?”
You looked up at Tim, the quiet understanding between you two enough to convey everything they needed to know.
“She’s my girlfriend, so I can do whatever I want.” Tim finally said, his voice firm, as if to silence any further questioning.
He didn’t give them much to go on but the simple truth.
The room went silent.
“Your girlfriend?” Jackson asked, his voice filled with disbelief. “Since when?”
Tim shrugged. “Not too long ago." Tim didn't want them to directly know that the two of you had just gotten back together.
“Not too long ago?” Lucy said, her jaw dropping. “And none of us knew? How... how is that even possible?”
Tim simply glanced at you with a soft smile, giving you the space to add something if you wanted.
You cleared your throat, still not entirely used to the attention.
“We’re private,” you said, your voice gentle but steady. “I’m not here for attention. Just... helping out with the case.”
Angela, ever the inquisitive one, tilted her head. “But you’re an FBI agent, right? What’s the deal with you two?”
You shared a glance with Tim before speaking, your tone calm and honest.
“We’ve known each other for a while. Tim and I have a history... and we’ve kept things private for a reason.”
Tim stepped in then, his expression soft but serious. “This is a personal matter. We’re not ready to share all the details. But Y/N means a lot to me, and that’s all that matters.”
The others nodded, though they still seemed a little stunned by the revelation.
After a brief pause, Jackson chuckled. “I guess that explains the... intimate moment earlier.”
Tim shot him a look, and you laughed, nudging Tim’s side playfully.
“Don’t worry,” you said, “We’ll make sure to keep it professional here. But the personal stuff? That’s ours.”
The others shared a mix of understanding and disbelief, their questions lingering in the air.
But before anyone could press further, you gave Tim a final, sweet smile.
“I should get going,” you said, your hand resting lightly on his chest. “I have work to do. But we’ll talk more later.”
As you turned to leave, Lucy caught your arm, her tone softer now, almost teasing.
“Hey, you’re always welcome to come by. It’s nice seeing Tim... happy. Maybe next time we’ll get to know you better, huh?”
You grinned, nodding. “Next time.”
With that, you left the station, feeling the eyes of Tim’s coworkers on you, but not in a bad way, just a little curious.
Back at your car, you smiled to yourself, the warmth from Tim’s touch still lingering on your skin.
You couldn’t deny it, everything was changing. But you knew you had Tim by your side, and that made it all feel right.
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That evening, Tim greeted you at the door with a soft smile and a tight embrace.
You both had a quiet dinner together, sitting at the small kitchen table as you talked about your day.
“Thanks for letting me steal you away today,” Tim said, his fingers brushing yours as he handed you a glass of wine.
“Anytime,” you replied, your voice soft. “I love being around you, Tim. It feels like... everything falls into place when I’m with you. Just like old times.”
Tim leaned in, brushing his lips against your forehead. “Me too, Y/N. I couldn’t imagine my life without you now.”
The conversation flowed easily, and the quiet moments between you both were more than enough to make everything feel complete.
As you both relaxed into the evening, you knew this was just the beginning of something bigger, something that felt right.
And in the silence of your shared space, surrounded by love and the soft rhythm of each other’s breathing, you knew you’d navigate whatever came next together.
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itsmeemmasturniolo · 17 days ago
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The Rookie: Y/n Bradford Tim Bradford's Daughter Part 8
Part 1 And Part 2 And Part 3 And Part 4 And Part 5 And Part 6 And Part 7
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Summary : Y/n freezes during a live shooter call, causing a civilian to get injured. Rumors spread in the department. Tim acts cold but is secretly worried. Harper helps her recover, but her self-confidence is shattered until a major case redeems her.
Roll call started like any other day Grey enters the room having his serious face on so you know it's abt to be bad.
Grey - We have two armed robberies overnight, both near midtown, our shooter is still at large, alr that's it for now be safe out there.
In the shop Dad's pale and I get why but he could at least tryyyy to lighten the mood, but being Tim Bradford, he doesn't. So I say:
Y/n - you're mad
Tim - I'm focused
Y/n - same difference
Tim - Focus is what keeps people alive boot
That was my sign to shut up
Dispatch - 7-Adam-19, shots fired, 2424 E. 3rd Street. Active shooter. Civilians on site. Respond Code 3.
I grab the radio
Y/n - 7-Adam-19, en route Code 3.
We arrive at the apartment complex. Gunfire echoes. Civilians scream and scatter. Officers crouch behind cars. A man with an AR-15 paces in the courtyard, erratic.
Tim - Take the right side. Cover that pathway. Do not engage unless I give the signal.
Y/n - Got it
I moves. Peek around the corner. I see the shooter. A clear shot.
But...I freeze. Hands shake. Breath shallow.
BOOM.
A shot is fired.
A nearby civilian, a woman,takes a bullet in the shoulder and collapses.
Tim - Y/n! MOVE
I stumbles back, pulling the woman to cover, finally calling
Y/n - 7-Adam-19, victim down gunshot to the shoulder! Requesting RA and backup
Hrs later I'm in the locker room, I sit alone, head in hands. Rumors swirl outside. I can hear them.
“Rookie Bradford froze.” “Can’t believe she choked.” “Daughter of a legend, huh?”
The door opens and I look up I see harper lean against a locker
Harper - You can’t hide from it, kid.
Y/n - I froze. Someone got shot because of me.
Harper - No. Someone got shot because a maniac had a gun. You froze. That part’s real. So what? Own it. Then do better.
Y/n - My dad won’t even look at me.
Harper - That’s not anger. That’s fear. He’s scared of what it means for you.
Dad made me and him do the night shift as well.Great. I walk in. Lucy gives me a small smile. Dad avoids eye contact. Me and dad get into the shop:
Dispatch - 7-Adam-19, multiple 911 calls at 1517 W. Olympic Blvd. Reports of a barricaded subject with explosives. Possible hostage situation.
Tim - 7-Adam-19 responding Code 3
Then when we reach their we see chaos. Bomb squad is en route. A teenage boy is holding three kids hostage inside. Threatening to detonate a device if police don’t back off.
Grey - We need someone to talk him down. He’s a scared kid with a pipe bomb and no exit strategy.
Y/n - I'll go
Tim - NO
Y/n - dad how will I prove myself properly if you don't give me a chance
Tim - ......fine
I walk in alone. Vest on. Empty hands up. The teen , Andre, 17 , has a trembling hand on a detonator. Three kids cry behind him.
Y/n - Hey. I’m Y/n. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to talk.
Andre - You’re lying! You’re gonna shoot me!
Y/n - If I wanted that, I wouldn’t be standing right here with nothing in my hands
Silence
And then
Andre - They laughed at me. They took everything.
Y/n - I know what it’s like to be frozen. To feel like there’s no move that won’t break you. But there’s always one thing you can do right.
Andre - Like what?
Y/n - Let them go. Start there.
Andre lowers the detonator. Kids run past me. I hold out the cuffs.
The next morning I walk in the coffee room where everyone was...silence.......and then
Grey - Nice work last night, Officer Bradford. One by one, others nod. Lucy. Nolan. Harper. Even Lopez. Finally, Dad walks over, coffee in hand.
Tim - Proud of you
Y/n - Took you long enough.
Tim - Still docking you for freezing back there.
Y/n - Fair.
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northhopest · 3 months ago
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7x12: Three Billboards
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I want to talk about Lucy's hair — but this isn’t really about hairstyles. It’s about which cultural elements our fandom chooses to notice, celebrate, and discuss.
When Luna Grey wore a bonnet last season, it sparked excitement. As it should have! It was a meaningful cultural moment that deserved recognition and appreciation.
Yet in this episode, Lucy wore chopsticks in a half-up bun — the first nod to her heritage all season — and as far as I can tell, it went completely unnoticed. Instead, fans zeroed in on her heatless curls, praising that generic styling choice.
This contrast feels like part of a larger pattern: selective recognition of whose culture matters.
What’s particularly telling are the comments about her curls: “She’s relatable.” “She’s so me.” “She really is just a girl.”
Sure, women everywhere use heatless curls. But what’s happening here is deeper — fans are gravitating toward and celebrating the universal aspects of Lucy’s character while overlooking what makes her unique. What makes her Lucy. Culture is one large part of that.
Lucy Chen is anything but generic. She’s not the “every girl.” And when she gets flattened into that role, we lose the complexity and specificity that make her who she is.
This pattern reveals something important about how we engage with culture as viewers. We're comfortable recognizing and celebrating some cultural elements while others go unnoticed, ignored or underappreciated. Sometimes, this happens through unconscious bias. And I think we — collectively, as a fandom — need to challenge that.
I’d love to see both the show and the fandom give Lucy’s identity the same thoughtful attention we extend to other characters. Her heritage shouldn’t be reduced to occasional cultural “crumbs” or, in the case of the rice cooker at Tim’s house (but not at hers), outsourced to someone else’s space.
The chopsticks in her hair might seem trivial in isolation, but in a Lucy Chen landscape where her heritage is nearly nonexistent, even the small things are hugely significant. These crumbs deserve to be seen, discussed, and celebrated — with the same enthusiasm we give to other crumbs and to the more “universal” aspects of her character.
If we can clock heatless curls in a second — in a dark bedroom, no less — we can clock the chopsticks too.
Especially when they’re front and center in promo photos we hyperanalyze for days.
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deelightful54 · 3 months ago
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Chenford Chain-of-Command
I'm not always a fan of Screen Rant's takes on The Rookie. To their credit, they recently brought up a good point: The Rookie is currently acting like the biggest obstacle to Chenford's reunion is their chain-of-command issue. Alexi Hawley has even mentioned it in season 7 promotional interviews.
Chain-of-command has nothing to do with why they broke up, or any of the challenges they were facing before the breakup. That issue had previously been resolved. Tim only moved back into her chain-of-command after they had broken up. We all know that, practically speaking, that issue could be easily fixed a number of ways by one of them transferring to another station or sub-department in the LAPD. Though realistically, this would minimize the presence of whichever one transfers to another station on the show.
Don't get me wrong - I am so excited for Sergeant Lucy Chen. I understand why Lucy's feelings around a promotion and her feelings for Tim would be complex, because her chance at detective were torpedoed due to her controversial 5-player-trade. I'm certainly not saying that I think she should transfer out of Mid-Wilshire just to be with Tim. She cares about her career and working towards this promotion has been good for her. But I worry that the show is building towards them getting back together after her promotion, as if that solves their issues as a couple.
All of this leads me back to my previous theory that the Chenford reunion will be disappointing from a story perspective, even though I'll be glad when they are together again.
Also, if we wanted to get real technical, Tim is a Sergeant II, which means he would still outrank Lucy if she got promoted to Sergeant I.
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effieandtim · 2 years ago
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during my rewatch of ep 6 today i realised so many things that make a lot of sense after watching the 1957 storyline
like the fact that tim was always pushing hawk away to go be with his family or watching them from afar - it made sense when the ep came out but the added context and complexity makes those moments all the more beautiful and heartbreaking
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he had decided once he saw jackson (the representation of everything he could not have with hawk) that he would keep his distance and he always acted on it thereafter. it was always hawk who approached him in 1968, 1979 and 1986 and its now clear why
but those scenes with jackson where he couldnt help but be attached to him in some way were some of my favourite in the show
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another thing i loved to see and which also broke my heart was tim not knowing that lucy had burnt hawk’s letter where tim had confessed his feelings. so up until that point tim thought hawk knew he loved him and i think that was partly why he was so devastated in 1957 when hawk reported him
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it continued in 1968 when tim said that ‘in the past i held two truths - my love for you and my love for god’. he thought hawk already knew of his feelings and had still hurt him, which is also possibly why he called it a fantasy
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so at the end when he discovered what lucy had done, there werent any words left to say but it all probably clicked in his head and you could see it so clearly. but eleven years had passed and there wasnt anything else to be done - he probably didnt think it mattered anyway
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kravchikfreak · 3 months ago
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man i HATE what they're doing with chenford. where there used to be a strong connection, trust and meaning, used to be interesting story and complex conflicts now is only shits and giggles
and we all (i hope) know lucy is indeed sex-impulsive (i'll die on the hill of "lucy was going to bang tim when he let her stay with him after jakson's death"), nothing wrong with that, but i feel like there's a difference between taking advantage of a situation and creating a situation in your advantage
sbow writers need to stop obsess over pARaLLels, especially when "it's april fools' day so sex doesn't count, but let's hook up in secret, as a prank" in a no fucking way a parallel to "i wanna have sex with you, do you?"
i mean, yeah, wording of actual quotes might look similar, but wording means shit, the actually important stuff is the meaning. and "we're still undercover" means so much, "it's april fools' so doesn't count" means fuck all
and first couple of seasons' chenford would evoke feelings and emotions in mr by simply noding or smilimg to each other. nowdays they wold kiss as if passionatly and imply they have sex and it's.... nothing in me. like meh. whatever
it's april fools', so doesn't count anyway
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cryssi2386 · 4 months ago
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Coloring Outside the Lines - Chapter 11 - Recovering
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Lucy pressed a slow, soft kiss to his temple, and Tim exhaled and sinking deeper into her embrace. “Mmmm…take me back to the island.” He sighed and Lucy brushed another kiss against his temple.
“No arguments here.” She murmured.
Things around them were—for lack of a better word—a disaster. Tim’s suspicions and subsequent scapegoating had exposed major corruption within the LAPD, sending shockwaves through the department with consequences they had barely begun to uncover.  that had reverberating effects that they hadn’t even yet scratched the surface of. The complexities of the scandal that went beyond even their wildest nightmares. Things were in shambles.
“You know...” Tim’s voice interrupted her thoughts, his hand still tracing patterns on her thigh, “I’ve been so caught up with everything…and you’ve been so incredible helping me navigate all this…I just…I haven’t asked…” He tilted his head back to look at her, face flushed from the hot water. “You’ve been through so much with the department. Since day one of your rookie year to now. Way more than most cops experience on the job. And now this. How are you feeling?”
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silverskull · 1 year ago
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"Stop trying to protect me, Tim!"
"I can't. I won't. Please just steer clear of this - for me."
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Tim's been the Fierce Protector™️ his whole life. Of Genny (and mom?), of his squad, of his wife, of his rookies; He can't turn it off.
But... it hasn't been working.
He lost two soldiers to Ray. He lost Isabel to addiction. His attempt to protect Lucy actually PUT her - and Tamara - in danger. And this isn't even the first time he's done that!
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Compound that with his cover-up to his military superiors and his lies to his LAPD superiors, and who even IS Tim Bradford anymore?? I don't want to be an apologist for his self-centered-ness, but I'm slowly working to see where he's coming from.
His protectiveness is telling him to send Lucy away so she's SAFE. For all the 'incredible' women that surround him, he's failing to see how Lucy is Worth. Fighting. FOR. Fighting AGAINST his own protective instincts.
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If his love for her is blinding him to that (and we got those hints with the Teska case and the lie-detector test), then they need to address that to build a solid relationship. He's going about it ass-backwards (MEN) but it's all caught up to him now and hit him like a tonne of bricks.
Again: it's unfair that Lucy has to be the clear-headed one here. But she IS. We've seen her mature in her romantic relationships over the years to the point that she IS the sensible one. The one who sees they need to TALK.
We were insulted when Isabel and Tim had a giggle over Lucy's suggestion that Tim meditate after a fatal shooting. But! Of the three of them, who adjusted best to life after trauma? Ms I-Survived-That-Chen! That's who. 🏆
They're going to work this out. They're going to survive. Writers don't build seasons of subtle and complex moments and toss it all away on a whim. Chenford are the most important people in each other's lives.
They're going to get through this. ❤️‍🩹
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boxofobssessions · 2 months ago
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Out of 10 different villains, problems and situations left from season 6, they tackled 17, closed off 3 (opened one up again) and left the rest to roam free.
Not a bad season, had a lot of crazy freak outs, although it did feel like the characters were a bit disconnected from each other. In the end, it did bring back a bit of the dynamics I liked from earlier seasons, like the rookies.
SPOILERS FROM HERE ON OUT
Oscar being forgotten until the last episode, and I say that because he was barely even mentioned the whole season, then coming and using modern slang (crying emoji???), coming from the guy who barely used a modern cell phone for half of his life was plainly bad writing.
Like the evolution in Celina’s character as an officer, although it seemed like she never made mistakes as one in duty. Her boyfriend, even though I’m not a fan of the nepotism, grew on me which is nice.
Chenford was exactly what they promised us, absofreakinglutely MESSY, both in good and bad ways. While Tim working on himself, Lucy keeping up the boundaries and slowly letting them loose while Tim respected them, and overall their bantering was nice, there were moments I was wondering what the hell they were doing. For example, the truth serum conversation was a VERY forced action to make them talk, which kind of took away the feeling of “having the conversation when they both healed”.
I want to take a moment to talk about Wesley, because I lived for him this season. He had great moments, mostly served as plot aid, but he also got the spotlight in some episodes, like being jealous of his wife and talking to Delmonte about his son. I want more Wesley next season.
Overall, I had fun, there were great moments, I enjoyed the storylines, even if they were forced or random at moments, the Valentine’s Day episode already built a complex in my head. Also I miss Aaron.
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sabrinajenre96 · 2 months ago
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Legacy and Loyalty
Pairing: Tim Bradford x Detective!Reader (Voight's daughter)
Fandoms: The Rookie x Chicago P.D. (Crossover)
Word Count: ~1.4k
Warnings: Mild language, canon-typical mentions of police work, brief mention of past heartbreak (Jay Halstead), protective dad Voight energy, light humor, implied established marriage, surprise reunions
Summary: Five years ago, you left Chicago and the shadow of your past behind for a fresh start in L.A. Now a respected detective, married to grumpy training officer Tim Bradford and part of an elite trio with Harper and Lopez, you’ve built a life you love. But when your father, Sergeant Hank Voight, shows up with members of Intelligence for a joint case, your two worlds collide—and the rookies are in for a shock.
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Los Angeles, 8:06 AM
Y/N Voight-Bradford was six minutes late, and for once, it wasn’t her fault.
Kojo, her overly spoiled German Shepherd-mix rescue, had gone full couch-potato mode and refused to budge when she tried to leave for work. Add in a punk who tried to jack her car while she was inside grabbing her morning cappuccino, and she’d already made one arrest before clocking in.
Waltzing into Mid-Wilshire’s briefing room with a hint of dried coffee on her sleeve and a hair out of place, Y/N exhaled and muttered to herself.
“Happy Thursday.”
She pushed the door open.
And froze.
Standing at the front of the room in full command presence: Sergeant Hank Voight, her father.
Flanking him like loyal hounds—Detectives Ruzek, Burgess, and Atwater. Straight from Chicago’s Intelligence Unit, oozing authority and watchfulness.
“Son of a...” she whispered.
Across the room, Nolan, Lucy, and Jackson looked like deer in headlights. Angela raised a brow, clearly amused. Nyla Harper smirked in that “I’ve been in scarier rooms” kind of way. And poor Tim Bradford, her ever-grumpy husband, looked ready to bolt for the exit.
“Sorry I’m late,” Y/N said, setting her cappuccino down on the desk. “Had to arrest a carjacker and argue with a dog.”
Voight turned, steel-eyed but smiling faintly. “Still making a scene everywhere you go?”
Y/N smirked, walked over, and gave him a brief, warm hug. “You’re one to talk.”
The rookies stared in shock.
“You two... know each other?” Lucy finally dared to ask.
Voight turned, expression neutral. “I’m her father.”
Silence. Absolute, stunned silence.
“You mean like... biological father?” Nolan blurted.
Y/N turned around, casually sipping her cappuccino. “Shocking, I know. What gave it away? The mutual scowling or the matching death stares?”
“Wait—Voight? As in Voight Voight?” Jackson’s voice cracked.
Ruzek chuckled. “You didn’t tell your team you’re legacy?”
“I told them I came from Chicago,” Y/N shrugged. “Didn’t feel the need to drop the ‘Sergeant Voight is my dad’ bomb right away. Might’ve caused... panic.”
“Too late,” Nolan mumbled.
Angela and Nyla exchanged impressed looks. “She fits right in with us,” Nyla said. “Voight. Lopez. Harper. Elite trio of terrifying women.”
Tim stood and approached Hank, extending a hand. “Sergeant. Good to see you again.”
Hank took it without hesitation. “Bradford. You keeping her in check?”
Tim grunted. “I try. Dog’s worse.”
Before Voight could reply, Smitty barged into the room like he’d just won the lottery.
“Bradford!” he called out. “Someone’s asking for you.”
Tim started to rise.
“No, not you,” Smitty clarified. He pointed straight at Y/N. “Her Bradford.”
Another pause.
Ruzek blinked. “Her Bradford?”
Y/N didn’t miss a beat. “At work, I go by Voight. I only added ‘Bradford’ in legal files—maiden name stays in the field.”
Atwater’s jaw dropped slightly. “Wait... You married him?”
“Guilty,” Y/N said, raising her hand half-heartedly.
Ruzek turned to Voight, jaw slack. “And you’re okay with this? He’s still breathing?”
Voight gave Tim a firm nod. “Bradford made a good impression. Smart, solid. Doesn't have that savior complex Jay had. Trusts her to handle herself.”
Burgess beamed. “I’m so damn happy for you, Y/N. Seriously.”
Atwater nodded. “We always knew you’d find someone who got you.”
Ruzek gave Tim a playful elbow. “Guess we’ve gotta make room for you at the cool table now.”
Tim sighed. “As long as there’s coffee.”
Voight looked around the room, then fixed his gaze on the rookies still reeling in silence. “Relax. I’m not here to bury anyone.”
Lucy raised her hand slowly. “Just... to clarify. You’re Y/N Voight. Daughter of that Voight. Married to Tim Bradford. You arrested someone this morning. And you have a dog named Kojo who refuses to walk?”
Y/N grinned. “You’ve been paying attention. Good cop instincts.”
Tim looked at her with exasperated affection. “I told you keeping Kojo was a mistake.”
“Too late,” she replied sweetly, walking back to her seat beside him. “He’s family. Like the rest of you weirdos.”
The door closed behind Smitty. Voight stepped up beside Ruzek and clapped his hands.
“Now that family reunions are out of the way—let’s talk about the case.”
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lover-of-mine · 4 months ago
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I was trying to find it but couldn’t but I saw you say you have felt that season 7 was season 2 redo. And now season 8 is season 3 redo.
But if they are redoing the seasons wouldn’t that put buddie canon to season 9? Since season 4 was the original plan and that would be next season.
I’m not dooming or anything i swear. I’m just confused how that would work because I can definitely see the way it looks like they are redoing them but I feel like buddie canon is rapidly approaching us now which would destroy the season 8 is a season 3 redo?
Okay I read this answer back and it feels passive aggressive but I don't know how to reword it so I'm adding a disclaimer it's not my intention.
Well, never believed buddie was gonna go canon during s4 when we found out Buck bi was blocked. I don't think that was that plan at all. By my math s4 probably would've been Buck coming out as part of his begins arc and Eddie almost dying, then s5 Eddie's breakdown and queer realization (with a proper Eddie is gay arc that the started to lay the foundation for with the Ana breakup and never followed through and now doesn't make the same sense), leading to them getting together maybe after mayday and hero complex in a world Bucktaylor doesn't last as long as it did. But even then, they're not gonna bank on 2 extra seasons and we need to give up the idea that they're gonna do exactly what they wanted from the shooting, because the shooting was never intended to be the climax of anything. The shooting is the first step. Is laying down the foundation and they don't need to do that again, because it's already there, they can just build on what they have without repeating the foundation steps.
Also, sure, everything got delayed there because they were being censored, but assuming they wanted buddie to have that procedural slowburn feel that makes you want to rip your hair out, they had to establish the slowburn aspect of it. Doing something like buddie in s3 wouldn't be as impactful as doing it in s6 which is usually the timeline for procedural slowburns, 4 to 6 seasons for them to get together. Like, procedural slowburns usually work on a similar timeline, we have the friendship being established for a couple of seasons, then something big happening after 2 or 3 seasons together like Kate getting shot in Castle, or Bones and Booth after the whole Zack thing, if we didn't see them meeting each other we might see proof they hooked up at some point in the past like Bones and Booth confessing they had kissed before or even the kiss under the mistletoe or in suits when find out Donna and Harvey had sex before. If we see them meet we get something like Castle saying he loves Kate and Kate pretending she doesn't remember it because she's not ready, or Lucy and Tim kissing because of the job. Then a few more seasons go by, we hit the 5 or 6 seasons together mark, something big happens, one of them almost dies, like Kate almost falling off that building and finally admitting her feelings, someone they really care about does die, like in Bones when Vincent dies and they end up in bed together, or some other big life change happens, like when Lisbon is moving to DC so Jane starts to scheme so she wouldn't go. 911 already did all of that with buddie, there's no reason to fake us out and delay them. If anything they shouldn't do it because they can't bank on a s9.
And I don't think it's a redo in they are remaking the season exactly, it's just the same basic structure. Episode 1 with big calls but not the actual big emergency, big emergency hits 2 and 3, 4 discussing children with henren and IVF journey and getting Mara back even Chris and the nightmares and Eddie's struggling, 5-6 big for Buck and Eddie in different ways but still generally the same structure as rage/monsters, 805 also has a bit of 808 because of the Hen and a child hit by a car, 7 is the Athena break since 307 is Athena Begins and 807 is very cop heavy. When I say this is s3 I mean the general structure is similar, which is smart because s3 is arguably the best season of the show. The show still has all the elements that make s3 that good and they are moving the pieces in a similar way. Also it's not the same because we have a lot of the same elements of s5 at play here too. Buck's breakup is playing into a lot of the same elements as the issues he had with Taylor and Eddie and his breakdown also adds similarities here. We had 8a mirror a lot of 5b elements already, so by 812 we will probably have even more stuff. The same way s7 had a lot of s2 buried under the s4 similarities. It doesn't mean it's gonna end exactly the same, it's just that that pattern exists.
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chenfordsbee · 1 year ago
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If you don't love me at me worst, you don't deserve me at my best and this is how I feel with the fandom in their views of Tim right now or chenford. 😇
This is insane because the show said to us with words, we don't have to guess. He feel awful about himself, the breakup, he think lucy deserve better, he is mad at himself and he want to get better yet if you only read some tweets or posts you'd think he walk away from Lucy because he was tired of playing the perfect couple and wanted to hit the club and have some fun. He didn't cheat or betray her.. I know some peoples hate him now but it made me love him even more tbh. He is so real. I love good complex characters and when things aren't easy otherwise it's boring. Nolan is right here if fans want things easy and perfect. Yet they hate him because he is boring so ?? I don't care about Nolan but just saying.
I’m truly surprised at how fast some people seem to have given up on Chenford because of the breakup. I’m actually interested in seeing these characters grow and evolve and try to deal with their issues. And we know that Tim has a lot of trauma, from his past, and I always wanted them to really dig deep into it.
And to see a grown man actually seeking help, and realizing that he needs some kind of therapy is SO important. I want to see that. Rather than the “always and perfect and easy” stuff!
Of course, it doesn’t change the fact that it hurts to see both Lucy and Tim like that, but that’s realistic, and it makes you want to root for them (both individually and as a couple) even more in my opinion.
We do need more complex characters on tv, especially ones that are actually trying to work on themselves for the better.
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