No one knew you and Tim were dating. You'd tried telling one of colleagues once but they just laughed. You tried again a couple weeks later because it was Tim's birthday soon, and you needed a birthday present for him.
The answer you got wasn't gift ideas, it was who you thought was your best friend telling you that your joke had gone too far, that it wasn't healthy to keep lying to yourself.
After that you kind of just stopped talking, no mention of date nights or birthday gifts or funny things you'd done with your nephews. Tim noticed you stopped but didn't think much of it.
Until one day, he overheard your coworkers talking and joking about you.
"You hear about the time she 'got a call from Tim' while he was gone during a mission" "I heard she got him 'a new blender' for their apartment" "She said she'd been hanging out with his nephews. Like... every weekend." "I'm concerned for her."
They all thought you were lying. None of them had believed you, simply for the reason that you two were so different and it was only you that were talking about the relationship.
But you know firsthand, how opposites really do attract.
These people really need to stop harassing this man’s wife and family. If they keep pushing their boundaries, I have no doubt he’ll leave the show. He’s made it clear his family comes first.
If you’re a Chenford fan or The Rookie fan and you know someone who keeps pulling this immature BS on social media (Instagram, Twitter, TikTok) speak up and tell them to stop.
A/N: WARNING: This chapter mentions domestic assault and rape so PLEASE proceed with caution! It's not a graphic description, but it's enough that it may be disturbing to some readers. There is some fluff later, so please stay for that!
Word Count: 1,586
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The next morning, I decided to get up early and head to the station earlier than expected. I want to make sure I will stay on Sergeant Bradford’s good side. I thought I would also stay on his good side by getting the shop ready, and I still managed to find time to grab a to-go cup of coffee for both of us. I walked into the conference room, where I sat in the front, and immediately stood up when Sergeant Bradford walked in.
“Good morning, Sarge, I got you a coffee,” I say, extending my hand to him, and offering the coffee.
He gave me a pointed look, as if he didn’t know how to respond, but took the coffee from me anyway.
“If you’re expecting a thank you, it won’t happen. Go sit down,” he said, pointing to the front where my seat was. I nodded at him before taking my seat.
“You just can’t be nice to the poor girl, can you? She’s trying and just wants you to like her,” Lucy says to Tim.
“I’m not here to make rookies like me, Luce,” Tim explains.
“No, but you are being too hard on her for no reason! I can tell she has good instincts.”
“Then maybe you should train her.”
“I would be so much better than you!” Lucy argues back, and Tim rolls his eyes.
“Alright, everyone, settle in,” Sergeant Grey said, and everyone took their seats. “Today we have a community event. One of the local charities in town does a small carnival and they invite first responders from all over the city to partake in the festivities. This is a great way to get out there and meet the locals, express their concerns, etc. We also are still tracking La Rio and his crew. There have been more assault calls in the city than we can keep up with so we need to have eyes and ears throughout the city. Sergeant Bradford and Officer Jones will be leading the command so if you see or hear anything, report it to them immediately. That’s all; stay safe out there.”
“Damn, I can’t believe I won’t be going to the carnival,” I whine to Walters.
“No Sir, I just thought it was a good way to meet the public,” I answer quickly.
“Well you’re too new for that, right now it's all scut work and because you’re with me, I have to do it with you so I don’t want here any complaining.
“But Walters is new too, why does he get to work the carnival?!”
“What did I just say, Boot? No complaints! Now go get the shop ready,”
“Damn Tim, you’re just so nice to your new rookie,” Angela says, walking over to him, sarcasm evident in her tone.
“You know I’m not paid to be nice,” he says back.
“While that might be true, you can be a little nicer to her. You never know, you may need her one day,” Angela said, adding a little smirk and walking away.
“Sarge, do you need me to grab both bags?”
Tim just turned me to, like he couldn’t believe I just asked such a dumb question, so I muttered an apology and grabbed both sets of duffle bags that held a lot of our necessary supplies for the day and threw them into the trunk of the shop and scurried into the passenger seat. As usual, the drive was quiet and tense. I took this as an opportunity to study Sergeant Bradford…Tim. He had the most perfect quaft hair, his eyes were a stunning shade of blue, and his jaw was sharp and defined and always set like he was pissed off most of the time. His lips were the prettiest shade of pink and not too thin but just full enough to want to kiss until you were blue in the face.
“Boot, did you hear me?” His voice pulled me from my thoughts, which may have been a good thing.
“Uh, what?” I admit, my cheeks turning pink.
“You weren’t listening. I said we have a call of domestic violence that we need to take very seriously right now. What’s the first thing we’re going to do when we arrive on the scene?”
“Oh um, we find out who the victim is and separate them from the suspect. We want to get both sides of the story, take photos of any injuries, see if the vic wants to press charges, and offer any form of victim advocacy programs available.”
“Good, remember to be impartial and not show any emotions.”
“Well I’m not a robot but I’ll make sure to reign in my emotions.”
When we arrived at the house where we got the call, there was screaming and the sound of things being thrown around. I followed Tim’s lead as he slowly pulled his gum out and motioned for me to follow him. He kicked the door in and yelled, “Police, show me your hands!” Nothing changed so we called for backup.
“This is Alpha 2-3, Sergeant Bradford, requesting backup at 1452 Sunset Blvd. Suspect has not responded to commands and we need some help.”
Soon enough, the sound of sirens surrounded the house and more officers came running into the house. We were able to track down the suspect and he was soon arrested, while I was responsible for the victim. My heart sank as I looked the victim over; she had bruises all over her arms and legs, blood coming from her busted lip, and one of her eyes was swollen shut.
“Hi, I’m (y/n) what’s yours?”
“Serena.”
“Serena, would you come with me? I’m here to help you, would you like that?” Serena just nodded and needed some help standing, so I called Lucy and she immediately jumped in to help.
“Serena, this is Lucy, she’s one of the best cops we have, she’s going to be here with me and you every step of the way. Do you want to go to the hospital, and get checked out?” I say.
Serena nodded again so Lucy grabbed her by one arm, I grabbed her other, and we guided her outside and to one of the patrol cars.
I sat in the car next to her, per her request, and we headed to the hospital, Tim in the car behind us. We told the nurses that we were with the LAPD and needed a private room where Serena could be checked out away from the eyes of anyone else. The staff immediately came to our aid and we followed them to a room away from the public.
“Serena, I’m Dr. Gresham, I’m going to be looking after you. I know what you’ve been through and I’m so sorry but with your permission, I would like to treat your injuries but only after a rape kit is performed. Were you raped?”
Serena nodded and she permitted a rape kit to be done on her. She also wanted to fully press charges against her attacker although she was scared to death. Lucy and I stood by her side as each test was done and we were with her as she recounted the details of her attack. She had been out with a man only a handful of times before he came to her house, where they were supposed to just have a nice meal and watch a movie, but after too many drinks, he got upset when she didn’t wash dishes right away and he beat her up and took full advantage of her. That was right before we showed up. She had found a voice and she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping anyone would hear her and she could get help. Lucky for her, we heard her and we got to her as soon as we could. When we were done with our questions and the doctors were done with their assessment, I finally had a chance to walk away and all my emotions came crashing down. I slid down the wall across Serena’s room and I cried more than I had in a long time. My face in my hands, I didn’t care who heard me, no one should be treated the way Serena was.
“Hey, you okay?” A voice spoke from above me. I looked up through my watery eyes and saw Tim looking down at me with a concerned look on his face.
“No,” I say and cry more. Tim slides down beside me and wraps his arms around me. I sink into him and let all my emotions out. I knew this probably wasn’t appropriate, to be held and comforted by my t.o but this was an extreme circumstance and we would handle whatever disciplinary actions came later. Tim ran his hand up and down my arm and lightly pressed his lips to my head. I pulled back to look at him as he swiped some tears from my cheeks, our eyes lingering on one another a bit longer than normal, but our moment was interrupted by Angela, who told us we were needed back at the station.
“What was going on there, Timothy?” Angela asked.
“What, she was upset, I was just comforting her,” Tim said matter of factly.
“And having an intimate moment, staring longingly into each others’ eyes?” Tim rolled his eyes.
