Brendon Park had never been a jealous man. How could he when he had the best upbringing, the best grades, the best job, and basically the best salary one may dream of having. Wherever he went, people would turn to him, admiring his stature and status.
And yet as he stared at his little brother entering his office with a beautiful woman in tow he couldn't help the small frown that settled on his face. You gorgeous even in the simple cargo shorts and black t-shirt you were wearing though you were hobbling a bit with your crutches. Donovan had your tote bag in his arm, keeping the door open as you passed through. And when you were stable on your feet, you finally took notice of the ortho surgeon, smiling a toothy grin as you saw how much he looked like Dono. Just slightly more large with muscles, older, greyer. You wondered if Donovan would look just like him in a few years, it wouldn't be a bad thing at all. Clearly the Park genes were good.
"Good morning Dr. Park." You braced your crutch on your side, sticking your hand out as Brendon stood to shake your hand. He quietly pulled you to a seat, refusing to let you stand for one more second. His hand was warm, callused which you didn't expect from someone not out in the field.
Brendon and Donovan were as close as two brothers that had lived separately for years could be and who were fundamentally different even if they did enjoy some things in common like boxing. While Brendon excelled in academics and went on to study in some of the world's most prestigious universities and then medical schools, Donovan couldn't sit still in classes to save his life, but he made it up with his creativity, painting and drawing pieces that he could clearly put up for sale if he wanted to.
It wasn't just their differences that had separated them but also their paths in life. Brendon had left Pittsburgh for his studies, while Dono had joined the army straight out of high school. It was only recently that both men had moved back home to Pittsburgh. They supposed that with age came the need to re-find their roots even if it was in the form of endless Sunday dinners back at home where their sister kept raving about her new boyfriend of the week. And until recently they also had to listen to Dono's wife, now ex-wife, complain about... well anything.
The divorce wasn't that long ago, which is why Brendon was surprised to see you.
"Don't call him that Mouse, he's just my brother Brendon." Donovan took the other seat at the desk, not before slapping his brother in the back and receiving a glare back.
"Just your brother who is doing you and your girlfriend a favour if I remember." Brendon rolled his eyes.
"Ha! He wishes he was my boyfriend." You quipped back, neatly dodging a swat from your bestfriend who was also your colleague at SWAT. You weren't part of his squad, but you enjoyed sparring with the talented man, so it was easy to become close quickly. Hearing your comment, Brendon smirked internally, his frown lighting up. So you weren't taken by his idiotic little bother.
"I know you want some of this." Now it was Dono's turn to dodge your hand, your name whining from his mouth as you tried to deck him once more. Brendon tested the name in his head and realised he quite liked it, it suits you.
"Donovan, what do you need from me?" Brendon rubbed his eyes with the back of his palm. He could have been home by now, taking a sip of red wine in front of the TV while watching a rerun of whatever show would be showing before having to drive to the family home for dinner as today was Sunday. But he now had to suffer more office hours after a 4 hours boring disc replacement surgery that he just wanted to forget, though he supposed you made this pro bono overtime better.
"I broke my ankle a few months ago, the SWAT doctor tells me I still need two full months of immobility. But I can't, I think I might become crazy if I have to continue sorting through SWAT emails and archives. I would like to know if there's any way I can fast track immobility to get started on rehabilitation." Your eyes had stared directly into Brendon's something that not a lot of people dared to do but you didn't seem scared, you've probably seen worse during your job. "I have the x-rays from yesterday here..." Your fingers touched his again to pass the folder and he relished in your warmth.
Donovan's hand came up to rub at your shoulders, trying to relax your muscles as you noticeably tensed up from the awaited answer. He knew what you were feeling, he had broken his arm two years ago and wasn't allowed in the field for months. Even worse, since it was his dominant hand he couldn't even paint. And selfishly, he missed your sparring sessions after intense missions when you both could let out steam.
Brendon didn't miss the intimate gesture, deciding to focus on your x-ray as he took notice of every little detail. It was a bad break, for sure. but it was healing fast. And yet the SWAT doctor was still right.
"I'm sorry sweetheart, but he's right. I think you have two months of immobility in front of you." Your bottom lip jutted out in exasperation and both brothers found that completely adorable. On the other hand you were thinking about how you were going to die if you couldn't move more than you were right now. "Unless you follow a strict immobility program, no getting up, no going down or up stairs, no using crutches." Brendon's eyes found yours and he noticed the glimmer of hope that just started up.
"Complete immobility? How much time would that fast track me?" Your eyebrow rose, excited to see that something could actually help you get on your feet quicker.
"Give or take a month." Brendon shrugged. "But when I say complete immobility, I mean it. No getting up for any reas-"
An alarm came from Brendon's phone butting his sentence. He checked the reminder and sighed.
'Leave for family dinner NOW.'
"We have to leave now to make it to dinner." Brendon muttered, already hearing his mom's nags sounding in his head. It was for sure going to be about the same topics as every week: Why didn't he have a wife? Did he at least have a girlfriend? Did he want his parents to die without any grandchildren?
The only respite he had was that thankfully Donovan now also carried some of the burden: Why didn't things work out with Val? Was she that bad? You're going to have to find another wife soon if you don't want to become like your brother Brendon!
"I have to drop off Mouse back at hers first...." Donovan nodded at you.
"It's okay Dono, I can call an uber." You smiled back, understanding that Sunday Dinner was a sacred thing in the Park household.
"It's okay Mouse. I'm sure mom will understand."
"Psh, I like your optimism." Brendon smirked. Their mom, as short as she was, represented the dynamism of the family. She would bang pots, scream, though she had to with three unruly children in the house. "Just take her to dinner I'm sure mom would love to meet your friend." And he certainly wanted to spend more time with you as well.
And that's how you ended up on your way to one of the famous Park Sunday Dinners.
Here is the second part of my Donovan Rocker imagine, thank you all for the lovely messages on the first part. I have lots more Rocker content in store.
Summary: While (Y/n) is on restricted duties at Swat, she starts to feel unwell, but doesn't want to bother the team, especially her husband. But they have to race back to help her when they realise something is very wrong with her.
Enjoy.
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It proved to Rocker that his wife really was in a bad way because if she were more herself, she would of protested him picking her up and carrying her anywhere in front of the rest of Swat. But she didn't make one grumble or remark. All she did was smother her burning temple against his shoulder and loop her arms sluggishly around his neck.
He had a feeling she would pass out before he got her to hospital.
Rocker ignored the eyes burning into him, the frantic stares being cast their way and the fact that every member of Swat stopped what they were doing to watch him carry his wife out of here. He had to get her to the emergency room and make sure she and the baby were okay.
"You just stay awake with me, sweetheart." He muttered softly against her temple as he twisted to the side and used his shoulder to push open the door leading to the car park. "You're gonna be fine."
Rocker could feel his nerves going haywire when he finally pulled up outside the emergency room. He fumbled for the blue light in his door pocket and dumped it on the dashboard, along with his badge so if anyone saw his car, they wouldn't try and clamp him or get it towed.
He had an emergency and he had to get his wife as close to the emergency room as possible. There hadn't been time back at Swat to call and wait for an ambulance when Rocker could drive her here faster.
He opened the passenger door as slowly as he could, knowing (Y/n) had been leaning her temple against the window. He wasn't sure whether she was still conscious or not. While driving down here he kept squeezing her thigh and nudging her shoulder but all he got were small murmurs and disgruntled sounds.
"Baby, you with me?" His thumb brushed across her cheek and he sighed in relief when her eyelids flickered and she murmured something that resembled his name. She hadn't passed out- yet.
He undid her belt and slowly shimmied her towards him until her head fell on his shoulder. (Y/n) managed to loop her arms around his neck and Rocker slid an arm beneath her knees and the other around her back, hoisting her up in his arms so she was cradled against his chest. He shut the door with his hip and made a beeline for the emergency room.
He wasn't sure how he was going to get her in there and ask for help at the same time, but the panic dwindled down when he saw a nurse with an empty gurney.
Before she had chance to steer the gurney out of sight, Rocker pressed the heel of his boot against the front wheel and twisted to carefully ease (Y/n) down. This was easier than lying (Y/n) down on a waiting room chair and trying to tell someone his case was urgent. This way he could get her examined quicker.
"I'm Officer Rocker with Swat, this is my wife and she needs a doctor."
The nurse looked a little more than purturbed and put-out and being comandeered like this, but the moment Rocker flashed his badge at her, she seemed to agree. She moved towards the end of the gurney and began pushing it back through towards the assessment ward she had just come from. And Rocker hurried swiftly by her side.
Once they were in a free cubicle, the nurse flagged down a doctor and another nurse so they could transfer (Y/n) onto the bed in the middle of the room. Once the doctor entered the room, the young nurse muttered "Emergency," before she looked over at Rocker so he could fill them in.
"Okay, what's the problem?"
Rocker's eyes remained on his wife, watching intently as the nurses moved the slip-sheet on the gurney to slide (Y/n) from the gurney onto the bed. He didn't like the way (Y/n) jolted or coiled her arms around her chest and he grimaced when she brought her knees up towards her stomach like she wanted to curl up into a ball.
He moved forward to stand beside the bed and he quickly took (Y/n)'s hand in his when he heard his name pass her lips. He was still here, he hadn't left her and he wasn't about to either.
"For the past few days she said she was feeling drained and headaches, this afternoon she was disorientated and confused." Rocker's free hand moved to scratch the back of his neck out of nervous habit. "Uh, God, she collapsed at work, threw up, she's barely conscious. Her temp was thirty-nine point five when I checked."
He watched the nurse peel back (Y/n)'s eye to shine a light across her pupils while another checked her temperature again, confirming she had a fever.
"Alright, let's get some cooling pads and an IV, I want bloods taken to check for infection. Can I assume she's pregnant?"
Rocker nodded, daring to dart his eyes down to (Y/n)'s stomach. "Nineteen weeks." He almost dreaded speaking about the baby in case it jinxed their chances. He had no idea what was wrong with (Y/n) or if this was going to cause complications with the baby. It wasn't as if (Y/n) was over twenty four weeks and stood a chance of having the baby now if worst come to the worst.
He didn't want to contemplate losing the baby or what that would do to (Y/n).
Rocker began to glide his thumb up and down the back of (Y/n)'s hand which he held as close to his chest as he could. His eyes stayed focused on her while the doctor muttered a few things and moved to get what they needed to assess her.
He lifted his eyes when the nurse opposite him wheeled over an ECG machine, but when she tried to lift up (Y/n)'s shirt, (Y/n) flung her arm out. She didn't want to be touched.
A low whine left her lips and she tried to push forward until Rocker was within her line of sight.
"Come here sweetheart, you're alright." He let go of her hand and slid his hands down her waist to scrunch up the bottom of her shirt. This time, (Y/n) didn't put up a fight, but she didn't seem pleased when Rocker pulled her shirt up over her head and wriggled it from her arms. That would be easier than rolling it up and down constantly for monitoring and examining her.
He held both (Y/n)'s wrists in his hands and held them against his lower chest to try and keep her from fighting off the nurses.
His thumbs stroked up and down the back of her hands and he leaned down to peck her knuckles. Proving a useful distraction so the nurse could apply the blue tag stickers to (Y/n)'s chest and keep an eye on her heartbeat. He watched (Y/n) tilt her head down to see what was now stuck uncomfortably to her chest, but she couldn't wriggle her hands from Rocker's grip to move them.
"Let's take some blood samples."
Rocker didn't like the sound of that, and he could see (Y/n) had heard it too because she started to writhe on the bed. A round of whimpers left her lips and she shook her head until it made her feel like her brain was being violently thrown back and forth across a tennis court.
Twisting round, he perched down on the side of the bed and held both (Y/n)'s arms out over his lap.
One of the nurses stood at his side with a tray beside her and she shared a look with him once she strapped the plastic band around (Y/n)'s right arm just above her elbow.
(Y/n) shook her head. She wanted to go home. She didn't want to be poked and prodded at the hospital. Wasn't she supposed to be at work right now? Hicks wouldn't be happy that she hadn't finished her shift. What would the team say? They would all think she was a let down, that she was useless.
Tears welled up in her eyes, especially when she felt Rocker leaning over her and his hand grazing along the side of her neck. He brushed his thumb over her jaw while his other hand held her wrist and the nurse held her other arm straight so she could try and take some blood samples.
Rocker hated the way (Y/n) started to shake and the nurse kindly waited while (Y/n) twisted in their direction and pressed the top of her knees into Rocker's hip.
"It's okay." He murmured softly, applying the slightest pressure on (Y/n)'s wrist to keep her from jerking her arms out when the needle slipped into the crease of her elbow.
He watched the nurse take one vile, then switch it for another one, but after the third vile he was relieved that she stopped. How much blood did she want to take? How many tests were they going to do? What would they be searching for?
"We're gonna get you on an IV now, okay?" The nurse ran her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm as she took off the turniquet from (Y/n)'s arm and looked around for the IV line instead.
(Y/n) dug her hand into Rocker's thigh and creased forward while she tugged on his leg to gain his attention.
"What, sweetheart?" He murmured softly, sliding his hand round from the side of her neck to rake through her hair at the back of her head.
"Sick." (Y/n) closed her eyes and tilted her head down as she tried to bring her knees up towards her stomach. She didn't feel good, she felt like she was going to be sick and she wasn't sure whether it was because of whatever ailment she had or because she'd just had her bloods done.
She felt Rocker move his hand back down to the back of her neck and he held her arm, helping to shuffle her towards the edge of the bed where the nurse was holding out a cardboard sick bucket for her. All of (Y/n)'s body began to shake when she threw up, and she clung to Rocker while he gathered her hair in his hand to hold it behind her head. The last thing she needed was her hair getting in the way when she was throwing up.
"Let it out, good girl." He roamed his hand up and down her back and leaned forward to kiss her exposed shoulder to try and calm her down and make her feel a tiny bit better.
(Y/n) nodded that she was finished and tried to bury her face in the pillow. Her eyes stayed closed and she clung to Rocker's arm while the nurse managed to get an IV needle in the back of her right hand. She barely felt it but she could feel her head starting to spin.
"Alright, let's turn you over sweetheart." Rocker stood up from the bed and carefully helped ease (Y/n) onto her back when the doctor came in with some cooling pads. They needed to get her fever down and this was a good start until they found out what was causing it and found her the right antibiotics and treatment.
(Y/n) shivered at the pads being placed on her arms and wrists but she shrugged away from the one near her neck. She was burning up and the cool pressure made her feel worse. Couldn't they let her go to sleep? Couldn't they just make her better so she could go home and get back to work sooner?
She could feel her mind running at ten miles a minute, but when Rocker's hand began to glide up and down her arm, she reached out for him. Her nimble fingers curled around his wrist and she moved his hand down towards her stomach. (Y/n) could feel the tension in his touch, like he didn't want to touch her and cause her any pain or send himself into a panic.
"T-the baby?"
"Will be fine, sweetheart. They're gonna look after you both." Rocker couldn't refrain from gliding his thumb up and down her stomach, something he did hundreds of times a day when he was around her. But he never felt as worried as he did right now.
God, he hoped they would both be alright.
***
"What's that?" (Y/n) lifted her head from where it rested on Rocker's thigh as both of them looked towards the doctor walking into the room. She couldn't see what he had on the trolley he was wheeling in, but she had a feeling she wouldn't like it.
Rocker continued to glide his hand up and down her back and his other hand was resting on (Y/n)'s arm. She was laid on her side in the bed with Rocker sat up against the pillows and (Y/n) laid with her head and arms folded on his lap.
She was still burning a fever, she was sweating enough to make Rocker's thighs damp and he was sweating from the heat she was radiating. But they had a fan on in the room and the IV was helping; (Y/n)'s temperature had gone down almost one degree. She was more lucid than she had been after a nap and she woke up on a ward, much to her dismay.
"Your bloods have come back, you have a bad infection, so I've got some antibiotics and a new saline bag for you."
Relief coursed through (Y/n) at the knowledge that she didn't have to be poked or prodded again, and she didn't need any injections.
She could barely keep her eyes open as she twisted her head to watch the doctor pause the IV machine and switch out the saline bags. He kept the time low though, meaning more fluids got into her system at a faster rate.
"Have you managed to drink the water the nurse gave you?"
(Y/n) nodded. The water bottle she had been given, combined with the saline in her IV made her desperate for the toilet. Rocker had encouraged her to drink the water, and then had to remind her not to go to the toilet yet; they wanted to do a scan to check on the baby.
"Good, shall we do the ultrasound now then?" They all knew the sooner the better to make sure the baby was doing okay.
Rocker moved his hands down to help (Y/n) sit up, but when he tried to get up, she pushed back against him. She didn't want him to leave her; she wanted him to stay right where he was, sat right behind her. A smile creased at his lips and he started to run his hands up and down her arms while he pressed a kiss to the back of her head.
It took some effort to keep her eyes open and drag the hospital gown she had been changed into, up so her stomach was on show. Just looking down at her stomach made a shiver crawl down (Y/n)'s spine and she reached her hand up to clasp Rocker's wrist when his hand stayed on her shoulder.
She wasn't sure what either of them would do if this scan didn't go well.
Her eyes closed and she turned to press her cheek into Rocker's chest causing him to kiss the top of her head. He breathed into her hair, tightening both hands on (Y/n)'s shoulders while the doctor set up the ultrasound and he felt the way (Y/n) pushed into him when it started.
She still didn't feel well. She was sweating through her clothes, feeling rather lucid and half asleep and the ultrasound was making her uncomfortable with all the fluids she had consumed.
She didn't want to open her eyes. She didn't want to look at the screen in case they were going to be given bad news of any sort. Why couldn't they have done the ultrasound when she had been unconscious? Couldn't they have dosed her with more fluids and done it sooner so she didn't have to witness it?
"The heartbeat is a bit fast, but with your high blood pressure that's to be expected. Blood flow is fine, baby is in correct place. We'll keep a close eye, regular checks to make sure we have no complications, but for now let's wait and see if these antibiotics work."
(Y/n) was sure she could feel Rocker smiling into her hair and once she pulled her gown back down, his arms moved down from her shoulders to cocoon around her waist. He held her against his chest, murmuring something incoherent into her hair but the feeling of his voice made her blood tingle all the same.
That was better news than either of them had anticipated. (Y/n) felt sure that something would have been wrong. She hadn't been so sure she would get to hear a heartbeat after how awful she had been feeling.
But the baby was okay.
"How are we doing in here?"
(Y/n) looked up at the door as a sheepish smile flooded her face when she watched her team crowd round the doorway. When she waved them in, they all piled into her room.
She watched Joe, Adam, Deacon and Hondo filter into the room like they were bodyguards coming to protect her. She clicked her back into place and swung her legs over the side of the bed, thankful she was back wearing her own clothes and not the useless gowns the hospital provided. Although (Y/n) was aware she looked far from her best.
Her hair was done up in a loose bobble to keep it from her eyes. She was wearing sweat pants and one of Rocker's sleeveless hoodies because she still felt rather warm even though her fever had all but gone by now. There were bags beneath her eyes and she looked sluggish and far from her best, not how she would want any of her colleagues to see her. But they had come to check on her and (Y/n) was more than grateful for their support.
"Hi, you all didn't have to come down here, you know." She was about to get up until Deacon sat down in the chair next to the bed, and both Joe and Adam, from her team, plonked themselves down on the bed like they belonged there.
"We had to see how our girl was doing, and find out when you're coming back in action."
"I don't think you'll be wanting me back, after last time." (Y/n) tried to smile, she tried to show that she was making a joke, but deep in her heart she knew she was taking a jibe at herself.
She had all but screwed their mission four days ago. She had sent them the wrong files, sent them the wrong way and didn't keep good communication over the comms. They would have better luck with whoever was helping them out while she was on sick leave.
She lifted her gaze from her thighs to look over at Deacon when he nudged her knee with his and smiled softly at her.
"You do know Hicks has taken over the radio in your absence? He's not doing the best job." Deacon rubbed the back of his neck, trying to be polite in the way he worded it, but he had no need when Adam groaned.
"Please come back, we much prefer your jokes and that sweet voice to Mr Grumpy, you know."
"I'll be back soon. Please tell me one of you can drive me home?" (Y/n) folded her arms over her bump, almost protectively, and looked between them. She almost felt bad when Hondo simply leaned his head to one side in that manner that showed he didn't quite believe her.
Whereas Joe nudged her knee and raised a brow. "Are you being discharged today?"
"I-"
"No, she is not. Don't let her try and wrangle a lift home." Rocker's voice cut through the air as (Y/n) hung her head and dropped her shoulders.
There goes her attempt at heading home a bit sooner than planned. She just wanted to leave. She didn't want to be here any longer. The IV in her hand kept coming out during the night when she tossed and turned and although the antibiotics were clearly working, they were making her feel sick. Her blood pressure had gone down and the baby was as fine as ever, but they wanted to keep her on observation until her antibiotic course finished.
Closing the door behind him, Rocker took a sip of his coffee and moved to take the seat opposite Deacon on the other side of the bed. He looked up at his wife with that firm expression that made her pout, silently asking forgiveness she didn't truly need.
"I wanna go home."
"Not until your discharged."
(Y/n) huffed and swung her legs back onto the bed, crossing them beneath her as she looked around the others who were chuckling and smiling. And she heard Adam mutter "He's the boss," under his breath. They weren't going argue with the doctor, and none of them were going to argue with Rocker either. (Y/n) wasn't going anywhere until she was cleared; Rocker wasn't having her go home until she was well enough.
"Then it's a good job we brought you these."
A grin wormed onto (Y/n)'s face when Hondo held a bag out towards her. She took a peek inside, feeling sparks of adrenaline flying through her system. They had brought her books. A few different genres to read, and then two puzzle books to keep her mind from driving her insane in these four little walls. They knew she liked to keep busy and alert.
"Thank you." They knew her well. They knew books and mind puzzles would entertain her much more than the strange and rather dull magazines they had downstairs in the shop near the cafeteria. The team knew (Y/n) would rather be doing something than sitting here watching tv. She was one of them, trained to be alert and constantly on the go at all times.
She couldn't resist from getting one of the puzzle books out to flick through and see what kind of questions and games and riddles it contained. She managed to listen in on the conversation flowing between the team surrounding her as they joked and made light of the situation. And they were all clearly relieved to know (Y/n) was already on the mend and would be better within no time.
She smiled when Rocker pecked her neck and moved the bag of books to the floor so it was out of her way. But her attention drifted over to Joe when he patted her thigh.
"Sorry, by the way." Joe's voice was quiet even though he knew Rocker could hear him, although his Sergeant continued to talk to Deacon, pretending not to hear.
"What for?"
"The other day, you were ill and I didn't think… I got snappy over the comms when I shouldn't have." He dipped his head down and looked to his hands for a few seconds.
While he looked down, (Y/n) glanced over at her husband who shared a surprised look with her. She couldn't determine whether Rocker had told Joe to apologise, or whether he had simply had a stern word with him which made Joe feel the need to say sorry.
He had snapped at (Y/n) a little when she started getting confused and giving the wrong information, but (Y/n) didn't hold it against him. She should have told the team sooner that she didn't feel well and let someone else take over from her. It wasn't their fault and they had all been under pressure, Joe didn't speak out of term so (Y/n) hadn't given it any more thought.
She knew Rocker would have, but that was a different story. He was protective and although he was always fair, considering his wife worked on his team, he would have said something to Joe about his attitude.
"I gave the wrong information-"
"You were ill-"
"Doesn't mean you didn't have the right to be concerned and a bit annoyed. Truce?"
When Joe nodded, (Y/n) patted his arm and smiled. He had every right to be concerned and annoyed because no one knew she hadn't been feeling well and she could have caused problems during that mission if she had been any worse. It was lucky they managed to get it done and get back to base and find her in time.
She wouldn't hold it against him for getting a bit grouchy over the comms as long as he and the rest of the team didn't hold it against her for telling them some wrong information when she wasn't well.
***
Lifting her head, (Y/n) looked to the side when she felt a soft pat on her shoulder and she was greeted with a familiar, warm smile. She smiled when Chris gave her shoulder a squeeze and moved to walk past her, clearly heading out of the locker room and towards the main base.
"Good to have you back." She called over her shoulder which caused (Y/n)'s smile to soften and she dipped her head.
She cast her eyes around the room just as she shut her locker and when her eyes landed on her husband, she grinned. He was tucking his shirt into the waistband of his trousers which were pulled high over his hips. The usual work shirt Rocker wore made the sleeves look tight around his biceps like the material was cutting through his skin like a tight band.
He lifted his head, as if sensing a pair of eyes on him, and he aimed her way, grinning widely when he noticed that they were the only ones in the locker room.
They were always professional and courteous when on shift together, Rocker was technically her boss since he was the head of the team (Y/n) was in. But at least now she was on restricted duties, it didn't matter if they shared the odd hug or kiss here and there, or when pet names rolled off the tongue.
"You good?" He murmured, reaching his arm out to wrap around (Y/n)'s waist so he could coil her into his chest like a fish on a hook. His lips attached to the top of her head and his thumb brushed up and down her hip when she bound her arms around his chest to hug him back.
"Yeah." She spoke softly, her breaths fanning through his shirt against his chest like she was trying to warm him up.
"Sure?" Rocker tilted his head to one side when (Y/n) didn't look up at him. He knew she was well enough to be back at work now after two weeks off, and he knew she was more than happy to be back into routine and a sense of normality again. But he could feel the slight hesitation and the tension in her muscles like she didn't want to leave the locker room just yet.
When she didn't answer, Rocker unravelled his arm from her waist and turned so they were facing one another. His hands cupped her face and he dropped his head down so their temples were lightly pressing together. His lips curved into a tender smile and he pecked her lips.
"Talk to me, sweetheart."
"I'm okay, I promise, I just… I don't want the team to look at me differently." (Y/n) almost felt silly for thinking it, let alone voicing her worries to Rocker. But he didn't laugh or roll his eyes or chide her, he simply nudged his nose against hers.
"And why would they do that?" No one had looked or treated (Y/n) any differently when they found out she was pregnant. They had made one or two jokes, purely in jest, that she was getting an easy life for now and that they would miss her out in the field, but that was it.
"I messed up, Rock, I made mistakes on that last call-"
"Hey, you didn't mess up. You were sick, there's a big difference. That's not gonna happen again, you know. You'll be okay."
He wouldn't have her thinking like that. He wouldn't have (Y/n) worrying that she would do the same again, because what happened last time wasn't her fault. She had been really ill and it could have been any of them that came down with an illness. Any of them could have made a mistake if they had been in her shoes.
"But I'm already on light duties, I- I don't want to be a burden to the team, or have anyone think I can't do my job." (Y/n) could feel her nose twitching with the sensation of wanting to cry.
She was nervous. Going back out there and doing her job again was what (Y/n) wanted to do, but she didn't want any funny looks.
Everyone here had seen Rocker carry her to the car. Her whole team heard her stutter and mumble and get things wrong over the radio, they had all seen how ill she was. (Y/n) didn't want them to look at her differently or think she was going to be a burden from now on. She could do her job, but she knew there might be a few people who would think it would be better to replace her already. (Y/n) didn't want to burden the team.
She was brought out of her thoughts when Rocker started rubbing his thumbs along her cheekbones and he leaned down to peck her lips. She could feel the intensity in his touch and her stomach bubbled to life when he pressed his chest and abdomen up against her.
"If anyone thinks or says that, they'll have me to deal with." Each word was spoken in hushed tones against her lips, both knowing someone could walk in at any moment and this would have to revert to a platonic chat.
He wouldn't have anyone saying or thinking those things whether they were on his team or not. (Y/n) wasn't a burden and no one was going to make her feel like she was.
"You're an asset. You do your job just like you always do, and no one will say anything except to sing your praises."
(Y/n) found herself nodding along as she moved her hands to cup his wrists, as if making sure he didn't let her go.
"But, you have to promise me something, sweetheart."
She nudged her nose against his before leaning her head back just a little so she could look up at him properly without his image turning fuzzy from proximity. The look in her eyes told him to carry on, she was listening intently, wondering what she was about to agree to.
"If you don't feel good, you tell me. I don't care whether it's a headache or a dizzy spell, I have to know. I won't have you getting ill on my watch again; you promise me?"
He didn't care what anyone said or thought if (Y/n) said she didn't feel great. If she had any symptoms, no matter how brief or painless, then Rocker wanted to know. He had to know so if he went out on a mission, he could tell someone she hadn't been feeling well. He needed to know so if she got worse he had that pre-warning and he could keep an eye on her.
(Y/n)'s health mattered more to him than anyone on the team thinking he was going soft or prioritising. He always told the team if something was wrong or they didn't feel one hundred percent then they had to tell him. This was no different.
And Rocker didn't care if (Y/n) thought because this was Swat, that she had to carry on working and be strong. What happened the other week proved that they had to work as a team, a unit, and if she wasn't okay then they would all help take care of her. As long as they knew.
He smiled softly when (Y/n) nodded, uttering "I promise," before she pushed up and connected their lips again.
You’ve ruined Donovan Rocker for anyone else. He realises that after the first night you spend together. It’s the most debauched night he’s had in his life, and it only continues the longer this thing between the two of you goes on.
With Val his sex life was vanilla, missionary once a month on date night. They’d tried a few other things, cowgirl, doggie style but Val liked what she liked, and he accommodated her. He’d had a couple of dates after the divorce, but they weren’t anything special. They’d helped him blow off a little steam, but they were nothing compared to the shit you get up to.
He thinks trust is the reason it works so well. It’s long established, he’s known you for a couple of years at this point. You’re on different teams these days. He’s a Sergeant on 50 Squad and you’re on 20. He thinks the fact you’re on the job gives you unique insight into why he is the way he is, why he craves the things he does. There’s no judgement from you when he asks for something a little intense, he’s discovered you like to play and explore as much as he does.
The only problem is, you treat this thing like it's casual, for Donovan it’s anything but.
You’ve given him a wild ride tonight, hand on his throat as you fuck him within an inch of his life. When you squeeze just right, he arches up into you, a moan tearing from his chest. When you come, you take him with you, dragging him over the edge as his cheeks flush that pretty shade of pink.
He’s barely had time to catch his breath before your slipping out from underneath his sheets. You scoop up your vest top from the floor, tugging it on over your curves so that it falls mid-thigh. His hand captures yours, tugging you back down onto the edge of the bed.
“Stay a little.” He requests.
“Donovan…”
He adores the way you say his name. He’s always been Rocker until that night in Noche, and now he’s Donovan, the man that loves you more than life itself.
“We’ve talked about this.” You remind him as he shifts into a sitting position. His hand comes to rest on upon your shoulder, his thumb skirting over the nape of your neck. Its an intimate little gesture, an admission that he wants more from arrangement the two of you have.
“We have.” He agrees as his lips follow suit, his heated mouth ghosts up the curve of your throat, his arms wrapping around you and drawing you back into the shelter of his body. “But what’s wrong with this?”
“Donovan…” You chide.
You’re giving in though, he can tell. It’s in the way you lean back into him. That smile on your lips as you let out that laugh, the one that makes his world just a little bit brighter. He’s found that ticklish spot just under the hinge of your jaw and now, he’s exploiting it.
“Stay.” He whispers into your ear.
“Just tonight.” You tell him. “Only one night.”
***
The problem is once you break one rule, it becomes easier to break the rest.
You’ve always had a reputation as the good girl. You follow orders with precision, you always play it safe. You’re solid, dependable. You’re also sleeping with a fellow officer, something that no one would ever suspect. You’ve always had a rule about dating cops, the first thing you learn as a woman on the force is not to fall into bed with a colleague. You’ve never had a problem with it until that night at Noche, the night Donovan walked into the bar where you played violin and saw the real you, the one you’ve kept hidden from everybody else. You’ve always been attracted to him but there was something special about that evening, you were coming off the high of performing and the way he looked at you…
You’ve never wanted someone so much.
It was meant to be a one-time thing but Donovan, he captivates you. You’ve always had a fascination with the edgier side of things, it’s the reason you dress the way you do when you play, it brings out the bad girl, the person you don’t get to be on SWAT. Donovan embraces that side of you, he understands it because deep down the two of you are exactly the same.
Which is why you stay over that night, because truly the two of you have something special. You just don’t want to be the woman that other cops think is fair game if things go sideways.
It doesn’t stop you from staying over on a regular basis, from kissing him goodbye on the doorstep when you leave. You go out for breakfast at the café around the corner, try to outpace each other during your morning run. When you’re sick, he comes over, takes care of you because he can’t stand the idea of you fending for yourself.
It becomes a full-blown relationship without you even realising it until one night you’re changing out an ice pack because he got clipped during an op. He takes it from you, hissing through his teeth before he places it upon the space where the bullet struck his vest. It had been close today; Stevens had told you when they’d gotten back to headquarters. It had freaked out his entire team. It had scared the hell out of you.
“I love you.” You tell him, your thumb ghosting over his cheekbone as he looks up at you.
He reaches for your free hand, a smile playing across his lips as he pulls you down into his lap. Your thighs hug his hips, his fingertips brush a stray strand of hair back behind your ear as he looks into your eyes and says.
“I love you too.”
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Summary: Its been eight months since you slept with Rocker. Its been hard but you both have managed to not let it happen again. Still good friends at work. You manage to get caught in a bank robbery off duty.
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You shift your weight from one foot fo another as you wait in line at the bank. Only two people ahead of you.
All of a sudden a group of five people walk in with heavy guns and masks.
“Everyone get down now!” One yells firing his gun in the air.
“This cant be happening.” You say quietly to yourself. Surly one of the bank tellers triggered the silent alarm.
“No body move!” Another commands.
Trying to come up with a plan quick scanning the area. Out numbered and out gunned anything you try to do could get you killed.
Police should be here soon, hopefully.
You see the cops pull up through the window, SWAT right behind them.
Some how you and Rocker immediately made eye contact through the window. His facial expression stern and now his focus is to get the civilians out and you safety.
With your hands you tell him 5 shooters and 14 civilians. So he knows what hes working with. Usually with bank robberies the numbers can be unsure.
You see how Rockers team is going to enter the building. Everything is going to plan intill the person beside you sees your badge flash on your hip.
“You’re a cop?! Do something!” They say. “Shhh! The cops are here. Im out numbered here. Trust me.” You tell them.
“Shut up!” A robber yells in our direction, thankfully he didnt hear the cop part. “Shes a cop, shes going to arrest all of you!” The person yells.
All of a sudden you’re lying on the ground a throbbing pain in your stomach and blood pouring out of you. You become light headed.
“Hey, hey, hey. Keep your eyes open sweetheart.” Rocker says kneeling beside you. He puts pressure on the gunshot wound calling for a medic.
“25- david is down!” He says on the radio. “Open your eyes baby. You’re gonna be okay. Just open your eyes” he begs.
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You hear a constant steady beeping noise. You open your eyes and see an unfamiliar ceiling, trying to remember where you were but cant think of anything.
You feel your mouth is open trying to close it your feel something plastic keeping it open. You move your hand to your mouth and feel a tube.
You panic trying to get it out thrashing around on the bed but immediately wince in pain.
“Hey, hey, sweetheart. Its okay. Calm down.” A voice says grabbing your wrists pinning you down.
You eyes dart around trying to focus on something. You see a face with deep brown eyes looking at you.
“I need a doctor!” The face yells towards the door.
All of a sudden there were other faces surrounding you none of them familiar. They removed the tubing in your mouth and replaced it with a tube in your nose that went around your ears.
“How much pain are you in?” One of the faces asks. “A lot?” You answer unsure. She puts a bag of liquid on a metal pole that has a tube going into your arm.
After awhile they all leave and the first face you saw came walking back in the room, but was followed by a new group of faces.
“Hey there. You gave us a scare there.” A tall man with gray hair and a well trimmed gray beard said.
“Who…..who are you?” You ask weakly, your voice a soft loud whisper. The man furrowed his brows as if he was trying to see if you were being serious or not.
“Deacon. Im Deacon.” The man tells you. You shut your eyes trying to think of someone called Deacon. But when you do you see a bank, a gun, then its blank.
“You…..you shot me?” You ask unsure of what is going on. Everyone looks at each other with concern as you try to put pieces together.
“No, you were at the bank during the robbery. You were shot. You don’t remember?” Deacon tells you. “I’m going to go get the doctor.” The girl says stepping out of the room.
“Bank robbery? How…. How did you know that was in my brain?” You asks.
The docotr came in and did a check up on you. He informed the others that your confusion is caused by the loss of blood and being in a coma for three days. He said your memory should slowly come back to you. Just give it time.
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“Rocker?” You say trying to get his attention. He immediately got up from the chair he was napping in. “Yes sweetheart? What is it?” He says at your bedside.
“You….you saved me.” You tell him. Your memory came back and you remember seeing Rockers face just before you blacked out.
A smile came across his face as he pushed some loose hair behind your ear. “I’m just glad you’re awake now.” He says.
“Do they know?” You ask him. “Know what?” He asks furrowing his brows, unsure of what you’re asking. “Do they know about us?” You ask more clearly.
“Oh. No. I don’t think so. I just told them i would stay here with you since i’m the last person you saw.” He explains.
“I’m going to sign the paper.” You tell him. You know what the outcome is going to be once word gets out that you are dating the leader of 50 squad but he saved your life and the past eight months have been brutal.
“But your career, are you sure?” Rocker asks trying to keep his excitement down incase you change your mind.
“I can handle gossip if i can handle getting shot.” You smile.
Rockers face lights up as he leans down and plants a deep loving kiss on your lips.
“If anyone gives you any shit let me know and i’ll make sure they get stuck on armor duty intill they retire.” Rocker says. You laugh at that but grabbed your side in pain.
Brotherly Rivalry (D. Rocker & B. Park) - Masterlist - Completed
Summary
When you need a second opinion after breaking your ankle during a SWAT mission, Dono takes you to meet his older brother who is none other than Park the Shark.
You expected some medical advice, maybe some banter, but what you didn't expect was to find yourself in the middle of two testosterone-high bothers who find you more than just intriguing.
Chapters
Part 1: In which you get medical advice
Part 2: In which you survive Sunday Dinner at the Parks
Part 3: In which a new dynamic settles
More info
Reader is a bit clueless at first ; jealous Dono & Bren ; light hearted ;
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The Park family home was big, in the suburbs, delimited by white picket fencing. They truly were the all-American family. It was even more obvious when a plump blonde woman barrelled from the kitchen with a wooden spoon ready to smack her two sons for being late only stopping once she noticed you int he middle. In reality the tardiness had been your fault as you forced Dono to stop at a wine shop. Your parents had always told you to never show up without a gift and you were not going to start disobeying them now.
"My two sons must hate me! We have a guest and no one thought to let me know?" She gently pulled you into the foyer while accepting the wine with glinting eyes, barking orders at Brendon to fetch a extra seat cushion for the fancy dinner table, and berating (but with love) Donovan for not letting her know that you were coming. "Nothing against you though darling, the more the merrier."
You nodded politely once you were sat at the table. "I'm sorry for intruding Mrs. Park."
"Aren't you a polite little thing, my kids could learn a few things from you. HEAR THAT DONO? OUR GUEST HAS MANNERS! And where is Vincent? VINCENT?"
"Yes honey?" A calm voice floated from upstairs.
"YOUR SONS ARE HERE! AND WITH A GUEST! Do you want something to drink darling?- COME DOWN FOR DINNER! Are you sure? Not even some wa- Brendon don't just stand there go get the pretty lady some water. VINCE QUICK OR THE LASAGNA WILL GET COLD!"
"Yes honey."
You weren't exactly sure what you expected from the Park family but it wasn't this. Vincent Park was a tall yet frail man that looked like he would be crumble like a deck of cards if the wind blew too strong. He had smiled at you warmly before sitting at the head of the table, neatly placing a little booklet he had with him into his breast pocket. His wife Giulia was the exact opposite, strong, plump, you didn't need to know her to feel the energy she exulted.
Clearly she was the woman in charge as she ordered her sons around so that you didn't need to move a single finger have your glass refilled, and your plate prepared. Brendon had served you the side salad while Dono gave you the garlic bread, making sure that you go the end pieces since that were your favorite part of the bread.
"Vittoria is not available tonight, she's with her boyfriend's family in the Aspen." Giulia huffed as she served you a big portion of the lasagna.
"I thought her boyfriend hated the mountains?" Dono asked munching on some salad.
"No that's the previous one- I hope you like it darling it's our family recipe- this one is the guy that's allergic to garlic. I told Vittoria that her relationship is doomed to fail, I mean, she has my Italian blood! Wait! darling you're not allergic to garlic are you?" Her horrified face turned to you, smacking the hand that held your fork.
"No Mrs. Park, I'm not allergic to anything." You smiled back. "At least that I know of."
"Perfect. Darling you can call me Giulia. And you'd make me very happy if you picked one of my two boys here, they're both nice, I'll help you keep your chosen one in check."
Brendon swallowed wrongly and he had to cough to make the lasagna pass through. Donovan just rolled his eyes as he patted his brother's back. You could only giggle at their reactions, you were sure that your own mom would get along with Giulia perfectly. Both over bearing mothers who loved their kids.
"Don't listen to her Mouse. Mom just wants to marry us off." Dono grumbled.
"So... Mouse? What is it that you do?" Vincent's calm and airy voice called out from across the table. He was still cutting up his lasagna though the rest of his family had now almost finished over half of their plate.
"I'm part of SWAT, sir. I work with Donovan, he's in 50-squad, I'm in 20-squad."
"And why do they call you Mouse?"
"I'm usually sent as a scout before the entire squad arrives, so I have to make myself as small as a mouse to not be detected by our targets." You explained before turning to the woman on your left. "Mrs. Park the lasagna is delicious."
"Oh no, stop darling, it's nothing." But she did send an approving glance to her husband. And in reality it really wasn't nothing, it usually took ages to make the family lasagna, actually even more as Giulia even canned her own tomatoes during the season. "It goes perfectly well with your red wine. See? This is the type of woman I expect you two to bring." Mrs. Park turned to her two sons, grey eyes darkening. "Ahhhh Mouse, my children must hate me. Three kids! Yet no grandkids."
"Well you know Mrs. Park, nowadays people take a bit longer to settle down." Brendon and Donovan both stared at you, nodding in thanks.
"Don't take their defence sweetie, I don't plan on dying before I see some grandchildren around."
By the end of the evening you had found your belly full, your cheeks hurting from smiling too much, and most of all, you had embarrassing childhood stories about Donovan, and Brendon told by their mother in the living room while Mr. Park read a book in his designated sofa.
At one point Dono almost wrestled you away from the family photo album, strong hands on your sides, his thick thigh around yours while you tried to take a pic with your phone of two year old Donovan dressed in a princess dress, curtesy of his sister. You were laughing at the struggle, until his eyes caught yours as you realised how closely your bodies were interlaced. You could feel his heart beating against your hand, smell his scent of cologne and musk that you realised you loved more than expected.
It was Brendon that broke the spell, his arm pulling Dono away with an irritated growl about 'watching Mouse's ankle' though his eyes were strained more on you than your injury. You cowered under his eyes. You had stared at criminals straight in the face, fought terrorists when needed without even blinking, and yet it seemed like Dono's brother had an effect on you.
Which is why you almost died when Brendon said that he'd keep an eye on you for the upcoming month. It had started when Dono said he'd give you his apartment for the upcoming month as there was a big SWAT operation that was going to take place in collaboration with the FBI, away from Pittsburgh.
You lived in a modern condo, unfortunately the bedroom was up a flight of stairs and away from the bathroom and kitchen. If you were going to stay immobile for a full month, those stairs were a real danger. Dono's house on the other hand did not have stairs and even had the perk of a garden so that you could still take in the sun while on house arrest.
But your family is out of state, and your friends and colleagues would also be on the same mission as Donovan.
And Brendon simply couldn't let you care for yourself all alone, Donovan's glare be damned.
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