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It's Not About You
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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader
Summary: When Tim overhears his fellow police officers and your other neighbors flirting with you, he gets jealous, and takes it out on you.
Warnings: jealous!Tim (he's hot), brief angst, fluff at the end
Word Count: 2.1k+ words
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Over the last few years of impromptu visits to the Mid-Wilshire LAPD station, you’ve gotten to know most of the front desk staff. They know you too, and you’re often wordlessly handed a visitor’s badge and wished good luck. You’ve heard the stories about the man you come to visit: how intense and grumpy he can be, but you’ve never seen that side of him for yourself.
Today, two people sit at the front desk, and you’ve never seen either before. Moving into one line, you wait until you reach the desk. You smile as you look at his name tag and are surprised to realize that you have heard his name.
“How can I help you today?” he asks, clearly displeased with his current position and forcing his smile.
“Officer Nolan, I am here to visit Officer Bradford,” you answer.
“Bradford,” Nolan repeats. “Tim Bradford?”
“That’s the one. I just need to drop something off and ask him a quick question.”
“Oh, sure,” Nolan replies. “Just fill this out for me and I’ll get you a badge.”
You nod, stepping to the side as you fill out the paperwork you haven’t seen since your first visit. Knowing that Nolan is new, though, and seeing just how busy the station is, you decide to do as he asks rather than argue with him.
“So, do you know Officer Bradford?” Nolan asks.
“I do. I’m his neighbor,” you answer.
“Ah, I see. I’m surprised someone as nice as you would intentionally visit him.”
“What does that mean?” you ask, furrowing your brows as you pass the clipboard back to him.
“Nothing, just- Hang on, I’m out of badges. Jackson, do you have visitors’ badges over there?”
“Uh, yeah,” the man beside him, Jackson apparently, answers.
“She’s here to visit Bradford,” Nolan explains.
“On purpose?” Jackson asks.
“That’s what I said!”
“Why is that so surprising?” you ask, smiling.
“He’s just… grumpy, and you seem so kind and fun to be around,” Nolan replies.
“You think I’d be fun to be around?”
“I- I mean, yeah. So envisioning you and Bradford talking to each other is just weird.”
“And concerning,” Jackson adds. “Have you been tested for any cognitive issues?”
“That’s not cognitive-related, you’re just questioning if I’m a good judge of character,” you argue.
“What’s your impression of me?” Nolan inquires. “Just to make sure you’re okay.”
“Well,” you begin, tapping the desk as you think.
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Tim looks down at his watch before glancing at the door. You should be here by now; your text said ten minutes, and it’s been twice that. Tim abandons the conversation he’s been ignoring and walks to the door behind the desk. He hears you say why you’re there, but when Nolan starts talking to you about how different you are from Tim and then dips into what sounds like flirting, Tim's jaw tightens as he listens.
“As much fun as this has been,” you say with a chuckle, “I’m really late, and-“
“Bradford hates that. Trust me, I know,” Nolan interjects. “Do you know where you’re going?”
“I do. Thank you, Officer Nolan.”
“John.”
Tim watches you smile as you use Nolan’s first name, and his nostrils flare. Usually, he can recognize his own emotions (and he’d admit - to you, at least - that he doesn’t have much emotional range). Right now, he can’t place the feelings he’s experiencing watching you and Nolan.
“Uh, Tim?” you ask, stepping through the door to go to the bullpen.
“Hey,” Tim replies, turning quickly. He picks up a folder and adds, “Everything okay? Took you longer than usual.”
You look at the folder in his hand and answer, “Yeah. My favorite cop wasn’t at the front desk so I actually had to go through the whole visitor thing.”
“I’m not your favorite cop?” Tim asks.
“Depends on the day,” you reply, smiling as he steps beside you.
Tim doesn’t answer, and when you look over at him, you’re surprised to see him looking straight ahead, bending the folder with a tight grip. You stop, placing a hand on his forearm.
“Are you okay?” you ask softly.
“Never been better,” Tim answers. “Why’d you stop by?”
“Oh. I wanted to let you know that Kojo is at my house, but also have a question.”
“Then ask.”
You bristle slightly at Tim’s disinterested tone, but you know his job is tough, and he’s probably had a long day.
“Do you-“
“Bradford!” someone calls. “Let’s go!”
Tim looks toward you, and you say, “Go ahead. My question can wait. Have a good day, Tim.”
“You too,” he mutters.
Tim takes the time to watch you leave, despite his seeming indifference. When you stop by the desk to say bye to Nolan, Tim destroys the folder as he realizes what he feels. Tim Bradford is jealous. Worse, he’s jealous of a rookie.
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Kojo is on a leash in your front yard, and you smile as you watch him jump after a ball. Tim lives directly beside you, so you’ll know when he gets home. Hopefully, the rest of his shift went okay, and he’s in a better mood now.
A deep voice calls your name, and you look away from Kojo. Your neighbor from the other side stops on the sidewalk before your house to continue talking to you.
“Hey! How are you?” you respond, staying by your porch.
“Better now,” he replies with a flirtatious smile.
He’s not a bad neighbor, but he makes you uncomfortable because he flirts with you every time he sees you. Having Kojo nearby makes you more comfortable, but you hope to get through the small talk and move on.
“I’m having a little get together on Friday if you’d like to come over.”
You call Kojo to your side, and he happily sits before you, another buffer between you and your neighbor. Tim’s truck turns into his driveway, and you sigh in relief. He gets out quickly, stopping by his passenger door as he watches you and Kojo. You smile, unsurprised but disappointed when Tim doesn’t return it.
“Friday?” your neighbor asks.
“I’ll, uh, I’m not sure if I can make it,” you offer. “Thanks for the invitation, though.”
“Open invite,” he adds before walking back toward his house.
“Hey, Tim,” you call, walking across your yard with Kojo’s leash in your hand. “Work go okay?”
“Yep. Thanks for taking care of Kojo.”
Tim takes the leash, his hand covering yours for just a moment. He pulls his hand away quickly and nods before he turns toward his house.
“Do you need me to watch him tomorrow?”
“No,” Tim answers, keeping his back to you. “Have a good one.”
You stand in your yard for a moment, wondering what happened. You’re starting to see the Tim Bradford that the officers at Mid-Wilshire talk about, and you’re not sure you like it.
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Tim was hoping that you’d ask your question when he got home. When he saw your other neighbor talking to you and, from what Tim heard, asking you out, he decided he wasn’t in the mood to talk. Turning his back on you felt wrong, but his jealousy is calling the shots for now. Everyone close to you, close to Tim, seems to be making a move on you. Tim doesn’t want to admit it, but part of why he likes you so much is because he’s falling for you. He knows he’ll never be good enough for you, so he’s happy to be your friend... until today, and now he’s not sure if he can stand by and watch another man attempt to make you happy.
“Any chance you can tell me that I saw that wrong?” Tim asks Kojo. When Kojo huffs, he replies, “I didn’t think so.”
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Kojo starts barking as soon as you return home from running some errands. Tim said he didn’t need your help today, but Kojo needs something. You text Tim, asking if he wants you to check on Kojo, but he doesn’t answer. After a few minutes, you use your spare key and enter Tim’s house.
As you walk into the backyard with Kojo, you call Tim, but he still doesn’t answer. Kojo is fine, simply lonely, so you take him back to your house. After texting Tim to let him know, you walk back to your car to lock it. A police car stops across the street, and when you see Nolan exit the driver’s side, you yell his name and jog toward the road.
“Hey,” he greets.
“What’s going on?” you ask, walking into the street so you can hear him.
“Noise complaint. How long have you been home?”
“Ten minutes, maybe.”
“They called about excessive dog barking, and that’s a direct quote.”
“Oh… that was Tim’s dog. He’s fine now, but he was barking at me when I got back because he was lonely.”
Another shop parks behind Nolan’s, and Tim slams the door as he exits.
“It was Kojo, I’m so sorry,” you offer.
“I told you he was fine today,” Tim replies.
“He started barking and I was worried about him. You didn’t answer, so I-“
“It’s fine,” Tim snaps.
“Sorry,” you whisper.
Nolan nods as he gets back in his shop. Tim waits until he drives away to take a deep breath. He begins to speak, but another neighbor stops as he drives by, rolling his window down to ask how you are. Tim opens his door, and you rush to his shop and look through his rolled-down window.
“I’m sorry, Tim,” you repeat.
“It’s fine.”
“Clearly it isn’t because you can’t even look at me. I won’t do it again.”
“It’s not about you,” Tim argues. It is, but he can’t tell you that.
“Got it,” you murmur, stepping back. “I’ll take Kojo back to your place and leave my key.”
You cross the road, walking through your yard as you think about what you’re losing by accidentally pushing Tim away. Tim yells your name, and you stop but don’t turn toward him. He walks up behind you, and you can’t see his hands flex at his sides as he tries to find the words to say.
“It is about you, but not about you taking care of Kojo,” Tim begins. “It’s about you and me.”
Turning your head, you watch Tim’s hand fold into a fist as he continues.
“I just- Nolan was flirting with you, and…”
“You think he was flirting with me?” you ask, turning so you’re facing Tim.
“He was. And it made me angry. When I came home and saw what’s-his-name flirting with you too…”
“You got angry?”
“I got jealous,” Tim forces out.
“Why?”
“Because they’re doing what I want to do.”
“What does that mean, Tim?”
“It means that I want to be more than your friend but I’m not relationship material. Watching guys try to be what I want to be makes me jealous and angry, and for some reason I took it out on you.”
“And Nolan?”
Tim pauses before nodding.
“You know the worst part of this?” you ask. “That if you had just told me, I would have let you know that I feel the same.”
“You don’t get jealous,” Tim argues.
“That’s not true. Every time someone flirts with you or stares a little too openly, I remember that you could have anyone you wanted. Being your neighbor was the closest I thought I could get.”
Tim steps toward you, and you match his movement, closing the distance together.
“So…” you begin.
“So. What did you want to ask at the station?"
"If I could come over, but I feel confident assuming that you'd say yes."
Tim closes his eyes when your neighbor says your name.
“Cute,” you murmur.
“I realized that a big gathering like that wasn’t a good choice, so I wanted to ask if you were free Thursday? Maybe we could get some dinner or something."
“She’s busy,” Tim answers, his eyes on you.
“But-“
“Let me rephrase, she’s taken!” Tim yells.
“Oh, sorry man, I didn’t know.”
Tim watches him scurry inside before turning back toward you. You smile as you look at him.
“I’m taken?” you repeat.
“Only if you want to be.”
Nodding, you lay your hands on Tim’s chest. He moves a hand up to your waist, pulling you against him. Kojo barks before he can do anything, and you laugh against Tim’s uniform.
“Aren’t you still working?” you ask.
“Technically. How about dinner when I get off?”
“Only if you cook.”
“Like I’m taking you out in public this soon. I just got over the jealousy.”
You kiss Tim’s cheek just before dispatch alerts him of a call in the area.
“Where are you going?” he asks as you walk away.
“Home!” you call as you walk into his porch. “My boy lives here. And you do too.”
#tim bradford x reader#tim bradford fluff#tim bradford imagine#tim bradford the rookie#tim bradford#the rookie#requests#fem!reader#kojo bradford#hanna writes✯
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#just taking about their fur baby#slash child#kojo bradford#married#i love them#faves#chenford#chenfordedit#tim x lucy#tim bradford#lucy chen#melissa o’neil#eric winter#gif#gifs#gifset#love#5x8#the rookie
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Tim being wrong...and loving it 🥰😍
#the rookie#lucy and tim#tim bradford x lucy chen#kojo#lucy x tamara#the rookie abc#tim bradford#lucy x tim x tamara#tamara colins#the rookie season 6#timara#tim x lucy#tim x tamara#the rookie s6#lucy x tim#lucy chen#dylan conrique#the rookie season 4#tim and lucy#chenford#the rookie season 5#tucy#chenford edit#the rookie s5#dadford#momchen#the rookie edit#eric winter#melissa o'neil#meleric
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I’m just saying…this would be a perfect opportunity for Kojo to return
I think Lucy needs some emotional support
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KOJO IS COMING BACKKK?!
we won but at what cost?
#tbh im taking anything atm#chenford#kojo#thank you beautiful chenford boots on twitter <3#Tim Bradford#Lucy Chen#this better be angst with a happy ending#the rookie
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Did he go to a good home? Yeah. He did.
| HOW TO SAY I LOVE YOU • CHENFORD EDITION
Adopting her dog
#the rookie#chenford#chenfordedit#lucy chen#tim bradford#Kojo#2.14#3.10#4.10#Love Languages - Chenford Edition
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Kojo is coming home! 🥹❤️
#the rookie#lucy chen#chenford#tim bradford#tim and lucy#lucy and tim#tim x lucy#lucy x tim#kojo#the rookie series#the rookie edit#the rookie spoilers#the rookie season 2#2x14#casualties#chenfordedit
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DAY 6: Get Creative
Chenford + Kojo (a peek at Kojo's Instagram account)
#chenford#chenfordedit#chenfordweek23#chenfordweek23 day 6#day 6#get creative#chenford + kojo#tim bradford#lucy chen#kojo the dog#instagram#what if kojo had instagram#mine#(i may and may not be working on a little fic to accompany this... we shall see)
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So about Melissa's Lucy room tour, her room is everything I dreamed and more. Firstly Kojo is on there which is awesome since we haven't seen him since season 4 and on the first photo we can also see some motivational posters which is so Lucy, as well as a document behind which says "legal and clinic" and then says about "system, and guide" and then says about endeavours this could be a document from the fertility clinic Lucy was talking about in A.H.S. further proof it could be the fertility clinic is that lower on the sheet it says "divorce?" which could be a section on what happens to the eggs in a divorce.
In the second photo I decide to screenshot Lucy's list of things to do and her note from tamara saying "you got this" which I though was adorable. Also you if you click on the photo you would be able to see some tiny writing below tamara's note which is I was only able to make tour the words "call ... in the afternoon... share" which is not much information but may be a reference to something to do with the episode their filming (7 or 8 I'm guessing).
In the third photo you can read the letter from the undercover academy easily. This shows lucy is still loves undercover work since it's up their with tim, tamara and kojo.
In photo number 4, the iconic copcake is right in the middle which I think is amazing because what girlfriend doesn't have her boyfriend naked on a poster with nothing but a cupcake lol. In the bottom right you can see the sign for pisces which means in the shows very consistent timeline it's nearly Lucy's birthday. Since recently it was valentines day in the show. Or we may have skipped past her birthday in the time skip.
In picture number 5 it has all my favourite things, Tim's I love you note, a thank you note , and a necklace. So obviously we have all heard something about Tim's I love you note. Personally I think it's adorable, like if he had to leave really early or they were on different shifts just leaving notes is the cutest. Thank you note, if i'm correct, says "thank you, for taking such good care of my mom you are an angel, ..." i think the name is cut off which leaves many possibilities on who it is from. Due to the paper an handwriting it looks like stereotypically like a girls so I'm guessing Angela, Nyla or Celina. Now regarding the necklace they might be like things Lucy thought looked cute and put on for aesthetic or she put it on to try and clue Tim in for buying her. The same goes for the dresses that are seen in the video.
One thing that isn't in the video, Lucy got a new bed now she had that bed for a while but did you guys seen how wobbly it was she was well overdue for a new one and I'm guessing Tim is one of the reasons she got a new one.
#the rookie#chenford#lucy chen#tim bradford#celina juarez#angela lopez#nyla harper#tamara colins#kojo
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kojo scene when
#the rookie#chenford#the rookie spoilers#this is not me complaining at ALL#this is me missing the best boy#kojo we WILL reunite soon I believe this#tim bradford#lucy chen#tim x lucy#kojo#this is 99% a joke and ik getting him on set is A Lot#I just miss him!!
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From the ashes (chapter 3)
Tim pulls open the front door and immediately finds himself with his arms full of Lucy. Stunned, it takes him a moment to respond, but slowly his arms find their way around her, hands spreading wide across her back, and he drops his chin to rest against her temple.
“I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs, her face buried in his neck.
Lucy is clinging to him so tightly, both arms flung around his neck, and Tim can’t bring himself to let go of her either, so he awkwardly takes a step backwards and then another, walking them further inside still tangled together until he can close the door.
Despite his excitement to see her, Kojo must realize how badly they need this uninterrupted moment, because he’s panting eagerly and nosing at their legs, but miraculously he doesn’t bark or try to nudge them apart. In fact, nearly a full minute passes before either of them move, and even then, Tim only lifts his arm enough to swipe an errant piece of her hair out of his mouth.
Lucy strengthens her grip, burrowing into him more deeply, and he returns his hand to her lower back, wrapping it all the way around to her opposite side and holding her even tighter. He can feel her tears on his neck and he knows his own are dripping into her hair, but he doesn’t try to stop them.
He learned as a young boy to never let anyone see his tears, and since that day – bruised and bleeding and hiding in his bedroom closet – he almost never has. But now, he’s cried more tears in therapy than he ever has in his entire life. He still doesn’t like it, but he’s learned to stop fighting it.
Unlike the past four months, though, these aren’t tears of sadness. They’re tears of relief.
Tim is under no illusions that everything is magically okay again. But Lucy is here and she’s proud of him, and that means more to him than he ever could have imagined.
Read the final chapter on AO3
#chenford#chenford fanfic#the rookie#tim bradford#lucy chen#with a special guest appearance by Kojo#post 6x06#happy ending as promised
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Chase You Down
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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader
Summary: Hiding after being robbed, you find comfort in a dog and his handsome owner. In the days following the crime, they protect you and care for you.
Warnings: angst to fluff, r is robbed at gunpoint, injuries, depictions of anxiety and fear. happy ending and Kojo comfort!
Word Count: 2.5k+ words
Walking alone at night is peaceful, but it’s also dangerous. Comfortable, maybe too comfortable, in your own neighborhood, you wander aimlessly, thinking rather than taking note of your surroundings. A car slows behind you, and you ignore it, assuming it’s a neighbor parking after a long day at work. You continue walking, taking a deep breath and enjoying the quiet before a cruel hand wraps around your arm, jerking you backward as a second hand keeps you from yelling for help.
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At the end of a long day, Tim wants to go home, walk Kojo, use the time to decompress, and then go to bed. Kojo seems excited to see him, and as they begin their walk, Tim keeps his eyes up, letting Kojo lead the way while maintaining situational awareness. Straying from his usual route, Kojo turns right where he usually goes straight. Kojo's ears perk, stopping to sniff the air. Chuckling at Kojo, Tim’s grip on the leash loosens, and when Kojo feels the slack, he lunges forward. Tim calls after him, breaking into a run to chase him. Kojo is on a mission, looking for something specific. Tim can’t wonder what it is and keep up with Kojo simultaneously.
“Kojo!” he calls again, speeding up when Kojo turns a corner.
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The hand on your arm loosens, and a cold metal barrel is pressed between your ribs in its place. Squeezing your jaw, the man behind you leans closer to you.
“Stay quiet or I will shoot you,” he demands. “Empty your pockets.”
You pull your phone and keys from your pockets, holding them in your cupped hands.
“That’s it? Where’s your wallet?”
Shaking your head, you hope it communicates that you don’t have one on you. The barrel digs in, and you clamp your eyes closed, terrified about what he is going to do to you. Your knees are knocked forward, and you hit the sidewalk forcefully, whimpering at the pain.
“You shouldn’t walk alone at night,” the man says, pushing your chin back to look into your eyes. “And don’t follow me.”
Nodding quickly, you try to control your breathing, his hand obstructing your mouth and part of your nose. Worried that he will change his mind and hurt you worse than he already has, you lay your hands on your thighs, palm up, in a show of good faith. He shoves his hand against your face, pushing you over before walking away.
You lay in place as you hear the car start and drive in the opposite direction of your home. He has your phone and keys, so you can’t go home or call for help. Crawling into the bushes at the edge of the sidewalk, you pull your bloodied knees up to your chest, crying as you grow more terrified with each sound.
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Tim slows to a jog when he sees Kojo sniffing a bush. Stepping on the end of his leash, Tim squats to pick it up, freezing when he hears someone take a forceful breath. Kojo steps into the bushes, and his tail begins wagging.
Tim moves over, trying to see past the thick foliage. “Hello?” he asks. “I’m Tim Bradford, LAPD. Is someone in there?”
Whoever is hiding in the bush sniffs, and Tim stands, noticing an opening on the other side of the bush. He moves toward the gap in the branches, patting Kojo’s back.
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Your eyes are closed when you hear someone running. There’s another sound you can’t place. When a dog snout comes through the bush, sniffing your hand hooked around your legs, you open your eyes quickly and move back, inhaling sharply when a branch pokes your back.
The dog pushes in farther, and you raise your hand, letting him sniff you. Your heart rate slows as he looks at you, and you pet him gently, focusing on him rather than the stinging of your knees or what just happened to you.
Someone kneels beside the dog, and you fail to stifle a gasp. The dog seems unconcerned with the person beside him, bringing you some comfort.
After introducing himself as a cop, the man touches the dog as he moves closer to you. He looks through the gap you climbed through, his brow furrowed and his phone in his hand.
“Hi,” he says. “Are you okay?”
You look away quickly, turning your attention to the dog.
“This is Kojo and I’m Tim. If you want to come out and pet him, I’ll call my captain and have someone come help you.”
“You’re LAPD?” you ask quietly.
“Yes, I’m a sergeant. I’m calling for help right now, okay? I’ll wait here with you, and Kojo’s happy to keep you company.”
He raises his phone to his ear, saying some numbers before asking for backup and an R/A. After he hangs up, you move toward the opening, flinching as the torn skin of your knees pulls.
“You need some help?” Tim asks, waiting for your nod before he pulls a branch back, offering his other hand.
Tim’s eyes widen when he realizes your hand has blood on it. You step out of the bush, and his gaze drops to your knees, though he can’t tell how bad your injuries are because the blood has been smeared across your thighs and run down your calves. A few scrapes and light bruises are evident on your face, too, Tim notices.
“Are you okay?” Tim repeats.
You shake your head, reaching down toward Kojo. Terrified and beginning to feel the full extent of the pain, you crave the comfort of the dog you just met. Tim helps you sit, directing Kojo to your side as he watches for the ambulance and his backup. You hear the sirens and flinch, but Tim gives you a small smile, promising you’re okay.
Reluctantly separating from Kojo, you let the EMTs help you into the ambulance, where one of them begins cleaning off your legs to treat your wounds.
“Is there anyone we can call for you ma’am? Do you have a safe place to stay tonight?” a police officer asks.
“No,” you answer, gripping the gurney when the disinfectant hits your knees. “He stole my keys, so he can get in my house.”
The officer writes down your address and asks a few more questions, but you look at Tim and Kojo as you answer.
“I can replace your locks,” Tim answers. “I’ll do it first thing in the morning.”
“We’ll have patrol outside tonight in case he decides to use the key,” the other officer adds. “We’re going to get you checked out at the hospital and then we’ll call you into the station for a full report when you’re cleared. Feel better, ma’am.”
You nod in thanks, still looking at Tim.
“How’s she look?” he asks the EMT at your side.
“Everything’s superficial as far as we can tell. No sign of concussion, but we’ll still get her thoroughly checked.”
“You said you don’t have anyone we can call?” Tim repeats. “I’ll come by later.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“Kojo would never forgive me.”
You smile as the ambulance door is closed, but as soon as Tim and Kojo disappear from view, your chest begins tightening with worry.
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Sitting on a bench outside the hospital, dressed in your bloody clothes and waiting for an Uber, you’re shocked to see Kojo and Tim walking toward you.
“Hey,” Tim greets. “Glad to hear you got discharged so quickly.”
“I tried to make them let me leave last night,” you admit.
“I, uh, I changed all of your locks this morning, so you don’t have to worry about the thief using the key.”
You bristle at the mention of the man who robbed you, but you thank Tim regardless. He’s done more than enough, yet he and Kojo are here to check on you.
“So, here are your new house keys,” Tim adds, passing a small ring with three copies of the same key. “And Kojo and I are here to take you home.”
“Oh, I have a ride.”
Tim looks at your unlocked phone and then at you. “Humor me?”
You don’t have to be told twice; it’s not like you were eager to get into a car with a stranger after last night anyway. Sitting in the backseat with Kojo, you give him your complete attention, thankful that Tim takes a route that doesn’t go by the scene from last night.
As he helps you out of the truck, looking down at your bloody clothes and bandaged knees, Tim frowns.
“Are you okay?” you ask.
“Yeah, just sorry about what happened.”
“Thank you for the help. For finding me and getting me to the hospital, and for changing my locks and bringing me home. I appreciate it.”
“Here,” Tim says, offering you a small prepaid phone. “It has my number in it, and I’d like you to have a way to call if you need anything. At least until you replace your own phone.”
“I- thank you, again,” you say, taking the phone.
Tim nods, stepping to the side. He feels a protective surge when you stay in place like you’re scared to stay alone.
“Are you sure you’re okay being here alone?” Tim asks.
“I will be. It’s just hard right now,” you answer honestly. “I’m still shaken up, a little scared.”
“That’s completely understandable. And no one would blame you if you wanted to find somewhere else to stay or move altogether. But, for now, call me if you need anything – even just someone to talk to. Okay?”
“I will.”
“And stop thanking me. Kojo loves you, so we enjoy it.”
You smile and pet Kojo once more before approaching the door and unlocking the new lock Tim installed. Immediately, your home feels big, empty, and terrifying. Unwilling to stay by the windows and craving the comfort of Tim and Kojo, you try to find something to keep your mind off your racing thoughts and fears.
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Someone knocks on your door around dinner time, and you silently look through the peephole, sighing when you see Tim. Kojo is with him, and he has food, you realize as you invite him in. After licking your hand in greeting, Kojo stays beside you as you lead Tim into the kitchen.
“How are you feeling?” Tim asks.
“Better,” you answer. “Still get spooked at every sound and shadow, but I’m sure it’ll pass. Glad to have a few friends here, though.”
“Well, Kojo just can’t stop talking about you,” Tim replies, smiling as he removes the food from the bag.
“I can’t stop thinking about Kojo either,” you say to Kojo, petting his head.
“Do you need anything else?” Tim asks.
“I think you got enough to feed everyone on the block.”
“I mean in the house, or in general,” Tim adds.
“You’ve done more than enough, Tim, thank you.”
As you spend time with Tim and Kojo, getting to know them over a shared dinner, you are glad they found you. Getting new friends through such a terrifying experience is certainly the silver lining.
Kojo sits beside you, nudging your side and accepting your pets happily. Tim clearly meant it when he said Kojo likes you, and the feeling is mutual. Your feelings toward Tim are growing as well.
✯✯✯✯✯
Your new phone rings and you answer quickly, knowing it’s Tim.
“Hey, are you at home?” he asks quickly.
“Yeah, why?”
“He- the guy did it again. In your neighborhood. But he hurt this woman way worse, and I just heard the call and didn’t- You’re okay?”
“I’m fine, Tim, I promise. Did they catch him?”
Tim hesitates before telling you the truth. “No. They’re out looking, but he was gone when a jogger found her.”
You chew your bottom lip, glancing out the window. If he’s in the neighborhood, he may decide to try your key.
Tim says your name before asking, “Do you want me and Kojo to come keep you company?”
“I, uh, I’ll be fine. You’re busy. I appreciate it though. Tell Kojo hi for me?”
“Of course. Call if anything changes.”
In your quiet house, knowing that he has been close and without Tim’s voice to comfort you, the lie you just told about being fine becomes even more untrue.
✯✯✯✯✯
“Sergeant Bradford, were you at the first scene?” Wade asks, reading your name off a file.
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you know where she is?”
“She’s at home. Why?”
“We think she might be targeted again. The woman from this morning regained consciousness and said that he vowed to ‘do it right this time.’ And, uh, this woman looks pretty similar to your vic.”
“I need to go.” Tim stands quickly, moving to gather his things. “Call me if you learn anything else.”
“Oh, this is the girl you’ve been checking up on every hour?” Wade asks. “The one you clearly have feelings for?”
“She’s terrified, Grey. I can’t tell her this over the phone. And my feelings, which I don’t have, aren’t relevant.”
“Mmhmm. Call if you need anything.”
✯✯✯✯✯
A sudden, rapid knocking on your door makes you duck into the bathroom, calling Tim and crossing your fingers that he answers.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Tim says as he answers. “I’m at your door, can you let us in?”
You hang up, rushing to the door and letting Tim and Kojo in.
“Why are you here?” you ask.
“We think that he may try to find you again. My captain has cops all over the neighborhood looking for him, but I didn’t want to tell you over the phone or leave you here alone.”
Swallowing roughly, you admit, “Tim, I’m scared.”
“Hey, nothing is going to happen to you while I’m here,” Tim promises, laying a hand on your shoulder as his thumb brushes the side of your neck. “Kojo and I are here to protect you and make sure you’re okay. Inside and out.”
“Why? You’re a cop, I know, but I’m just a robbery victim that your dog found hidden in a bush.”
“You’re not just anything. Like I said, Kojo loves you.” Tim’s hand moves up as he adds, “And I’m not far behind him.”
“When we met, I was bloody and hiding in a bush,” you point out. “That’s a concerning reaction.”
“You don’t feel the same?”
“I didn’t say that.” You wrap your hands around his forearm, stepping closer to him. “I’ve never felt as safe as I do with you. And you and Kojo are amazing.”
Tim’s radio crackles before someone says, “Bradford, we’re code 4, suspect in custody.”
You sigh, gladly hugging Tim when he pulls you against him. You sigh as one of your hands falls toward Kojo, inviting him into the embrace.
“You’re not going to leave me now that I’m safe?” you ask.
“Kojo and I chased you down once,” Tim answers. “Don’t think we won’t do it again.”
#tim bradford x reader#kojo bradford#tim bradford fluff#tim bradford imagine#tim bradford#tim bradford the rookie#the rookie#fem!reader#requests#kojo bradford. cutie pie extraordinaire.
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#eric at it again with the cameos#amen to that#preach eric preach#its so funny#he has a house and dog and never lives there or sees his dog#cackling#chenford#tim bradford#eric winter#love#tim x lucy#gif#gifs#gifset#season 6#kojo my beloved we need to see your face this season
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I know none of these comments have any bite to them. We all know Tim cares for Tamara, and in the S.T.R. episode we can see that he simply adores her, so I really hope we get some parallels to these in S6.
"You're not a puppy. You're our family."
"You're not our roommate. You're our child."
"So, I'm Lucy's puppy? You're so much more than that, Tamara."
Anything along these lines would be great 🥰
#the rookie#aaron thorsen#lucy and tim#tim x tamara#lucy x tim#the rookie abc#tim bradford#lucy x tim x tamara#lucy chen#the rookie season 6#timara#tamara colins#tim bradford x lucy chen#the rookie s6#tim x lucy#lucy x tamara#the rookie season 5#tim and lucy#chenford#the rookie s5#tucy#the rookie edit#chenford edit#dadford#momchen#eric winter#tru valentino#melissa o'neil#meleric#kojo
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sweet nothing sleeping
summary: lucy has never been so happy to have fallen in love as she is when she’s falling asleep
pairing: tim bradford/lucy chen
word count: short??? i wrote this on notes app don’t ask me to count
warnings: none
a/n: this was written at *many* a 2am but it was my coping mechanism for the chenford breakup so there will be nothing but fluff and happiness here!! but also sorry in advance for any typos. written for my @morganupstead who gave me this idea ages ago and I just took forever to write it LOL
••• ••• ••• •••
cause they said the end is coming
everyone’s up to something
I find myself running home to your
sweet nothings
She’s had a long day.
The list of grievances wracked up in a single shift has been nothing short of astounding. For example: a man no less than an hour into her first stretch of patrol who puked on her. A bar fight gone horribly wrong, and he was drunk out of his mind so when she showed up at the tail end of a swift punch to the drunkard’s gut then… well, you can figure out the rest. Then another man threatened to sue her and the entire LAPD Mid Wilshire division because he refused to be told by a woman to stop ejaculating in public. Nothing but insufferable misdemeanours one after the other, without end. The robbery homicide tailing the end of her shift was the worst. Lucy doesn’t know what’s more horrible: how violent the young married couple’s death was, or how her first thought was that she wished she could have been the detective on a flashy case like this. Knowing she was even capable of putting her career before her compassion and duty left her gutted.
It leaves her now with a bitter aftertaste of guilt and shame. That coupled with the exhaustion and ridicule of her other calls makes for a particularly dreadful combination. Normally she can see Tim in passing and vent to him about things, but he’d been stuck in some new Metro training program all day. Updated protocol or tactical practice, or whatever they wanted to call it. Based on the state she sees Tim in at the end of one of those days, she’d call it something more akin to torture. It also means she had no support system throughout the day whatsoever apart from Nolan’s typical words of encouragement, which were swell but never substantive.
Since Tamara’s moved out, things have been lonely too. She misses her old roommate. If nothing else, at the end of the day Lucy still had a young and vulnerable kid she had to feed and house and clothe. Cooking for them always felt like a backup ritual, a healing sort of constancy, and that’s gone too.
So she heads to Tim’s. Her foot feels like lead on the gas, pushing down hard and inching dangerously closer to speeding the closer she gets to his place. It’s like her heart can feel the distance closing and misses him even more, the weight of her bad day crushing her heart and leaving spider fractures. A magnetic pull is always at its strongest the minute before contact, after all.
For the most part, Lucy’s been able to hold it together. She’s kept things professional, never complained, held her head high. And even as she trembles with anticipation as she knocks on the door, there’s a part of her refusing to let go of that facade.
She knocks at the door, but there’s no answer. Three louder knocks after a minute of waiting, and still nothing. Only after a third round of knocking does she think to use the spare key he’d given her last month.
“Hi,” Lucy calls out as she enters his place. No immediate response, but that’s no matter. She puts the keys down in his key bowl and hangs up her jacket.
The sound of nails skidding against the floor alert her only seconds in advance to Kojo’s presence. He runs up to her full speed but comes to a screeching halt when he reaches her. With his tail still waving fervently, he tries to sit down. (Tim’s trained him to understand that petting and general affection from guests is contingent upon his very handsome sitting.)
“Kojo! Hey there buddy,” she greets him with a soft laugh, like an old friend. Lucy knows by now, even having owned him once, to scratch him behind his ears. The gesture earns her a right good lick from chin to cheek on the left side of her face.
“Yeah, you’re a good boy, aren’t you? You’re a good boy,” she tells him as she keeps petting him. “Now where’s our Tim?”
She looks around half expecting Tim to appear in the hallway, but no sign of him is to be seen anywhere, save for the sound of his television from the next room. Football. Figures.
“Alright, Sir Kojo, King of the Canines,” she declares, patting him on the head and gently urging him forward by the collar, “let’s see what your dad’s watching.”
The two of them make their way to the family room to see what he’s up to. For a football game, Lucy’s already surprised that he isn’t shouting at the TV and jumping up and down like he normally does.
When she enters the room though, she doesn’t see him watching sports. Instead, she sees a passed-out Tim on the couch, snoring in his Rams jersey, remote loosely balanced in his hand. She tilts her head, curiously soaking in the scene.
She should have expected this. He’s been working as hard as she has lately. Though she isn’t entirely sure as to why, he’s been taking on extra shifts and doing double overtime these past two weeks. God knows he didn’t have the steam for a full game of football. Tack on her unexpected company, and she’s sure she’ll tire him out even more.
But the look of him. The television emits a soft glow that flashes hues of green and blue across his stubbled cheekbones. His head hangs back completely crooked on the headrest, and with the positioning of his arms, Tim’s posed like a dramatic renaissance painting. She can’t help but let out a soft giggle under her breath, and then silences into the brightest of smiles she can give after a day like hers, because nothing about this is funny anymore.
Even drooling, his mere presence soothes her. Lying there, entirely disarmed and peaceful. The world and all its troubles just melt away, dissolve in her mind until only a faint trace of what remains lingers like dust. It’s a beautiful haze Lucy can get stuck in, just standing there and watching him. The tight corners of his mouth, his eyes shut gently, the curve of his neck, the way his hair’s a little shorter right now.
Oh hell. Who is she to disrupt him anyways.
She tiptoes over to the couch and carefully extracts the remote from his hand. Turning the television off to avoid more light and sound will definitely help him sleep. Whether Tim’s asleep or awake, it doesn’t matter. Lucy always sleeps better when she’s next to him.
What doesn’t help Tim sleep, apparently, is Kojo. Having followed Lucy into the room, though she will defend him ferociously and say his heart is in the right place, Kojo makes a beeline for the couch and starts pulling at Tim’s jeans with his sharp canine teeth.
“No! No, Kojo! Bad Kojo, stay back,” she pleads in a whisper pushed out through gritted teeth.
Kojo seems to only get more excited— a sort of escalation which Lucy saw all too frequently in her calls from today. Tim jolts awake almost immediately.
“What the-“ he sits up and pulls his jeans away from Kojo, but then looks up at Lucy, still hovering over him guilty as ever. “Lucy?”
“Sorry.” She winces, finally shooing Kojo away enough to give them more space. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I was trying to put a blanket over you but Kojo got excited.”
“It’s okay,” he assures her, though he’s still rubbing at his eyes. Lucy’s almost certain he’s still half asleep and hasn’t registered the whole situation before him. “I gave you a key for a reason. What are you doing here?”
“I…” She tries to explain it rationally to him, to go through each bad happening chronologically, to compartmentalize. But then, his voice. His sweet, low, milky, humming voice like the pulse of a heart being soothed into a slower rhythm. It’s so steady, so calm. Something about hearing it unlocks a valve within her. She cracks, as she knew she would when she decided to come, and before she knows it she’s crying.
“Hey, hey,” Tim hushes gently, immediately sitting up. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Oh nothing,” she sobs. “I just had a crappy day. I got puked on and yelled at and all this nonsense which I can normally handle but I don’t even know why I’m… why I’m…”
“Don’t question it too much,” he tells her. “Just let it out.”
“Okay.”
And so she does. For a little bit, she just cries. Surprisingly, it’s not sad. The world isn’t ending, nothing is going to go wrong. There is no other shoe about to drop, no real heartbreak, no evil around. These tears are but a release, and there’s a safety to them.
Once she’s done, she wipes at her tears with her sleeves and sniffles.
“Better?”
“Better,” she says, and can really mean it, genuine smile and all. “Thanks.”
“You never have to thank me.”
She nods, but switches the subject. “You never told me how you’re Metro seminar went today.”
“Eh, it was alright,” he says. “Apart from being exhausted and sore all over, of course. We’ve got some new recruits who are… eager.”
She looks at him with loving suspicion. “You went full Tim 1.0 on them, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” he admits with a big huff of relief. “I ran through the drills and protocol updates 36 times because they couldn’t get it right. I didn’t have the heart to just demote them from my team.”
“Tim Bradford not having the heart for a tough love moment? Who are you?” She teases. “Where was this energy 6 years ago?”
“Waiting for you to come along and change it, I guess,” he sighs wistfully. “Always just waiting for you.”
“You’ve gone soft, Sergeant Bradford.” She shakes her head. “People will talk.”
“Let them.”
He pulls her in for a kiss, and it only deepens for a moment, then plateauing into a pleasant and chaste hum before release. His arms pull her into his side and her head finds that perfect spot on his chest to nestle into.
The sigh she lets out is almost a song. “This feels good, being here with you. Feeling at peace.”
“Just wait for it.”
“Huh?”
Lucy doesn’t know how Tim saw this coming, but before even asking she’s given an answer. Kojo jumps up onto the couch and steps on Lucy’s lap to lick her and Tim all over their tired, sweaty faces.
“Argh! Kojo, off!” She squeals, though not so gravely that she can’t laugh in the process. Eventually, with enough shooing, Kojo calms down. He doesn’t leave the couch, but lies down next to them, choosing to rest his head on her lap and make happy little sighs.
“Told you.”
“How did you know he would do that?”
Tim shrugs. “He’s happier when you’re around. Like me.”
Lucy smiles, even when pushing Kojo off of them. “I love you.”
Tim doesn’t respond. Too much time passes. A beat, and then another. She gets worried.
“Tim?”
“Oh so you weren’t talking to the dog then?”
She giggles and smacks him playfully across the chest with the back of her hand. “No! Well I do love him, but he drools. And you’re—“
“Human?”
“The love of my life.”
She watches the ripple of those words dance across his face. Tim smiles, his cheeks turning all shades of pink and red. Though he doesn’t seem scared off by her comment, the surprise of it still shows in his raised eyebrows and subsequent lines in his forehead. The way his head tilts, like he can’t quite believe it. But, above all else, the love in his eyes. And that way he’s looking at her now… sometimes she thinks that’s what life’s all about.
“I know I don’t have to be yours,” she continues. “You know, having been married before and all, but—“
“Don’t think for a second you aren’t,” he lets out, almost like the words couldn’t contain themselves. “You are.”
“Good.” Her turn now: the ridiculous blushing, the smile, the love in her eyes. So much joy.
So much fatigue too though. Being around him, getting to decompress like this, it’s making her crash fast. She yawns, and Tim yawns in subconscious response, and out of his own fatigue.
“I should get going,” Lucy tells him, though her face is still nestled into his sweater and has no intention of leaving. “I really only came over to feel some comfort and decompress but I didn’t bring a change of clothes or anything.”
“Mmm,” he groans in disapproval of the idea. “Stay for a bit.”
“No. No, I’ve… gotta…” She sucks in a deep breath, Tim’s woody scent catching onto her nose. Her eyes flutter and her muscles start to release their tension as the hand which isn’t sprawled across Tim’s chest starts to massage the spot behind Kojo’s ear.
“Oh, maybe just a few minutes…” she tells him hesitantly. “But keep me talking, I don’t want to fall asleep.”
“Ok. What about the rest of your day? You never finished telling me all the things that had you so upset.”
“Well it started when the air conditioning in the shop nearly exploded on me, and then I immediately took my first call at this dive bar before I could get it fixed. But oh, you won’t believe what this one guy did…”
Lucy goes on and on, her eyes growing heavy and her voice growing layers of drowsy rasp, fighting sleep to tell all her stories of woe. The drunkards, the sexist pigs, the violence. Part of her registers Tim’s lack of response or reaction as she tells her stories. Time passes. She talks, and he listens.
“I think it’s better not to dwell on it though,” she concludes eventually. “I’ve felt all I can feel about it for one day. And anyways I… I can barely remember my own anguish now. It feels so far aw—“
She looks up to see him passed out, his breathing a low rumble that threatens snoring. The soft fur under her other hand feels alarmingly still as well, until she looks to the other side and sees Kojo sleeping on her lap.
So much for leaving. She supposes that’s exactly how she wants things anyway. The heartbeats of these two precious boys at the tips of her fingers, nestled right next to hers. Giving her strength, steadying her scattered mind. Under these dim lights and warm blankets and beloved company, she wouldn’t dare move a muscle.
“Oh hell, who was I kidding,” she whispers to him. “I was always going to end up here anyways. With you.”
She rests her head on his chest once more. The last thing she remembers is the rise and fall of Tim’s chest against her hand and the feel of Kojo’s soft fur against her other.
This isn’t a big moment. No fireworks, no heartfelt confessions, no twirls or kisses in the rain. But even as the day ends and the lights go out, she feels love where it dwells best: in a quiet room. And it remains that Lucy has never been so happy to have fallen in love as she is when she’s falling asleep.
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Crack Plot Twist…
I think we’re gonna find out that the real reason that Primm is punishing Lucy isn’t for the 5 player trade (why would you be mad if it got you a job you wanted?) but because he somehow found out that Lucy gave Tim a rescue dog only to find out that Tim has been ignoring it.
Per Smitty’s intel, his real beef is that he thinks Lucy was a bad foster mom to give a Kojo to someone who is ignoring it. 😂
#justice for Kojo#chenford#THINK about it#lucy chen#tim bradford#the rookie#im joking of course#OR AM I???
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