Pets and Patrol
Pairing: TO!Tim Bradford x Rookie!Reader
Warnings: None, Just Tim being a hardass.
You had just moved to LA, with your pet cat, your cat, Midnight was your best friend, sure she preferred to bite your hand than let you cuddle with her, but she was your baby. You had just started at the LAPD Midwilshire station and was assigned to Seargant Tim Bradford, he was a dick, making your life hell and Midnight had recently decided it was a good time to act up to, she hated being trapped indoors, hated other people and honestly was driving you insane. She also hated her sister Pipsqueak who was the cuddly tabby you had a closer bond with.
One day on patrol, you checked your phone, sat in the passenger seat next to Tim. "Boot, what have I told you about using your phone." He scolds less aggressive than normal, more of a gentle reminder since the last time he yelled at you, you started balling your eyes out. "Uh, sorry, Midnight is currently trying to eat a hair tie." You respond putting your phone down on the middle console away from your hands. Tim glances over. "Your cat?" He asks, making you nos and smile."One of them. I have two, Midnight hates Pip, Pip doesn't care. I just don't trust Bubba - Uh, midnight, not to fight." You explain, and Tim nods. "Bubba?" He asks with a soft smirk, knowing you were a bleeding heart. "My nickname for her, Bubs, Bubba. Always called her that." You say with a smile, you adored your cats, you called them your children sometimes. Before the conversation can continue, you get a call to a crime scene.
~ Lunch break ~
You were on your phone eating by Tim's side. "Can we go to my place?" You ask him urgently. "Why, what's up?" Tim asks, not wanting to risk his lunch break for something minor. "I'm worried about my cats." You answer, and Tim rolls his eyes and grabs the keys, finishing up his lunch. "Let's go, Boot." Tim may love scaring the life out of his rookies, but he came to learn that Y/n responded better to a goldilocks approach, not too harsh, not too soft. He also knew her cats were the only thing keeping her happy.
~ At the apartment ~
Walking in all that was visible was chunks of fur, meaning a cat fight. Midnight sat quite proudly on the windowsill, soaking up sunlight, and Pip nowhere to be seen. "Can we take them to a vet?" You ask Tim."I know it may be stupid, but Midnight could have hurt Pip worse than anticipated." Tim nods, and as soon as Midnight spots Tim, she went and hid under the TV stand. "You crate them or just find them." He explains.
You grabbed the two separate crates for your girls, and you immediately went to find Pip finding her under your bed.
After what felt like ages, you managed to wrangle both into their respective crates, and now Tim had hold of Midnight, who was meowing softly, and you had hold of Pip who looked pretty roughed up. You had always been a bit anxious with your girls, overly cautious. So now you sat in the passenger seat of the shop, the two cats behind yours and Tim's seat in the footwell. "Thank you." You say to Tim, and he simply shrugs. "If it keeps you from having a meltdown on patrol, I can live with it. Just don't get used to it, Boot."
~ After ~
You didn't have time to return the cats at your apartment before another call came in. Meaning your cats got to go on patrol with you and Tim. "If this happens again Boot I will not hesitate to write up a blue page understood?" Tim threatens back to his mean TO self.
