I am once again binge watching The Rookie. It's just what you do when they take a three week break. I am still blown away by the things I either completely missed or did not see as important on my first viewing. ( More likely that my husband was talking through that part of the episode)
Like the conversation Tim has with Jackson about how he owes Anglea for his career and should defend her more to his IA father. Short scene, but very impactful and I think it speaks to Tim and Angela's friendship. Later of course we see how close they are but this was an early sign. Some of the bantering between Tim and Lucy is just too much. Watching with hindsight makes it even better. I love the interaction they have with the bounty hunter. It was nice to see Tim uphold Lucy's authority.
The second season starts with Nolan fixing up his house and though I have rewatched season one more than once I never can remember the whole story line of him getting the house. (It's like it doesn't matter😉)
Overall I have to say that Season 2 is my favorite. Even with the late character addition of Harper, it worked. When she came in I wanted to hate her but ended up finding her to be a well rounded character with faults and strengths. Then there is DOD..... I still get anxious watching it even though I know the outcome.
Season 3 has its moments but what I liked the most about this shortened season is that Covid was ignored. We all lived 2020 and her friend 2021 and frankly I didn't want to see my reality in my fantasy world. So kudos to them for having to work harder and smarter to make that possible.
Sorry for the rant. If you made it this far " you got no quit in you". As a reward. A Bradford Smile.
I am in search of a Chenford Fanfic. I thought I had bookmarked it, but either I didn't or it has been deleted. It is set on Lucy's last day as a rookie and tradtion is the TOs take the rookies to dinner. Tim jokes about getting her McDonald's but really cooks a meal at his house for her. He makes carrots like his mom used to. Any info would be appreciated.
5 times Tim and Lucy were interrupted when making out, and 1 time they weren’t.
PART 1 & PART 2, & this, we’re done! Pls do comment if you take the time to read ~10k words! ☺️ much appreciated!
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“Lucy, we’re gonna leave without you!”
“I said I’m ready!” she yells back through the still closed door. “Give a woman time to work her magic, will you?”
“The real magic would be you ready on time, Boot.”
Jackson snorts, looking up from his phone to see Tim still waiting outside Lucy’s bedroom door. “Y’all are real romantic.”
Tim just glares at him. “You’re ready so shouldn’t you head out?”
“Oh, you’re my ride,” Jackson informs him from his position on the couch. At Tim’s blank face, he adds, “Because we’re going to the same place from the same place. Go green, right? Marcus is meeting me there.”
Tim tries to hide an eyeroll but he’s pretty sure he didn’t succeed at it from the smirk on Jackson’s face. He remembers a time in his life when he didn’t have former rookies just invite themselves into his truck, his sacred truck, and just assume he’d drive them anywhere, but that was a time before Lucy entered his life.
That was all before Lucy.
He turns to knock on her door again, but it flings open, though she’s gone again in a flurry of movement. He enters, sits on her bed and takes in the orderly mess of her room, the color and chaos, which looks organized yet also completely random. There’s gotta be a method to the madness that only Lucy knows.
“I can’t find my dark red lip, so this will just have to do.”
Tim looks up. And up, and up some more.
It’s the dress.
The green one, the one from Angela’s first wedding, well, the wedding he’d planned that never came to fruition because of that Mexican drug dealing bitch, but it’s that dress. Tim remembers that shade of green, could pick it out in any array of paint swatches, that vivid, emerald, lush green, the kind of green that he was desperate to see when he was overseas fighting a damn war in the middle of a never ending desert. The kind of green he prayed to see again back in his hometown of the beloved city of angels, and he’s not even a religious man. He’d prayed from that living, breathing, thriving green, and here is Lucy in it.
Lucy in that green dress.
“I- that- that’s red too,” Tim manages to get out when his gaze finally arrives at her lips.
He’d had to look up the falling skirts of the dress, the hidden slit that he knows is by her right leg somewhere, the deep V neck that has some sort of hanging crystal necklace resting there to further distract him, the soft roundness of her breasts, the rise and fall of her shoulders, arch of her bare neck, hair pulled to the side in some fancy braid with pearls through it, and the glowing face of an angel. With red lips.
“Yeah, but it’s not my usual dark red. Tamara probably borrowed it, that little brat,” she mutters. “Hair up or down?”
“Hmm?”
She looks at him impatiently like he’s not paying attention to her on purpose and making them late. Which, he is, he’s paying very close attention to her, but just not to the words she’s saying.
“Should I wear my hair down instead? I figured the braid works since it’s not a strapless dress.” He just continues to stare. “Tim? Are you there? Anyone home?”
“Down,” he answers quickly. “Down. If you want.”
“Okay.” She undoes the braid in record time, grabs a hairbrush and runs it through her hair. One final check in the mirror, she’s turned back towards him, pointing to his side. “You’re sitting on my cute little useless clutch for the evening, mister. Let’s go.”
“Wait. Wait.” He’s up and right in front of her in two quick steps, unconsciously backing her up into her dresser. She cranes her neck to look up at him, and he bends down, captivated, mesmerized, in awe of her, flashing back to that garden venue when he’d realized he wanted her in a very unprofessional way, how he’d asked for a dance and-
“Don’t you dare kiss me!” she hisses, moving her face to the side before he can reach her lips. “My makeup looks so good.”’
“Lucy,” he groans, rolling his eyes as he reaches for her hands, as if he can physically pull her into the kiss, could maybe convince her with just the brush of their skin. Usually that works. “No one cares. Just-“
“Um, excuse you, I care. My photo gallery and Instagram feed is going to care. And a room full of our colleagues will know we were making out before showing up, so don’t you dare.”
He sighs, loud and long and extremely irritated, but he was married and he knows how women are about this stuff, so he doesn’t even bother trying to convince her. He looks down at their hands when his fingers brush against that big white moonstone ring, the one that still makes his chest ache a little when he catches sight of it, but then he feels better when he sees the rest of her attached to it. He rubs the knuckle of her ring finger gently, squeezes her hands tight and looks back at her.
“You look amazing,” he says quietly. Watches as the pleased flush begins to spread on her face, starting with her cheeks, spreading down to her neck, sees the way her nose crinkles and eyes light up when she gets a compliment. Especially when she gets one from him.
She unconsciously bites her lower lip and smiles at him shyly. “Thank you.”
He brings his hand up to tug her lip away from the bite of her teeth. After all, she’s the one concerned about her makeup, he’s just at her beck and call. But his thumb rests there, spanning nearly the width of her mouth, and it hits him again how small she is. Her lips part in surprise, and she inhales quickly, the whoosh of air puffing against Tim’s thumb and sounding as loud as a raging siren between them. Her lips pucker the slightest amount, the lightest of kisses against his thumbprint. His hand slides to cradle the curve of her cheek, and he gazes down at her like she’s the Mona Lisa and he’s a starving artist at the Louvre.
He whispers again, “so beautiful,” with the purest smile she’s seen on his face in a very long time.
“Tim.” She moves toward the few inches so their foreheads are touching, and she exhales deeply, brimming with emotion that she thinks is called love, but she’s still too nervous to say it out loud. So, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, follows every calm breathing technique she knows. The feeling doesn’t quite pass, it’s been constantly hovering in her system for weeks now, but at least it’s not overwhelming her to the point where she can’t breathe.
“It’s going to be a really long night, isn’t it, especially with this stupid no kissing rule.”
“Damn straight it is.”
She giggles as she shakes her head at him, her hair tickling the side of his cheek. He runs his fingers through a few stands, carefully like they’re tender and fragile, like she is too and he only just realized it when he saw her like this.
“Stop being so dreamy,” she nearly whimpers.
“Can’t help it when I’m around you,” he says back.
“Gonna finally dance with me tonight?”
“Damn straight,” he repeats just to see her smile again. He leans down to kiss the tattoo on her neck, one of his favorite spots, and hers too with the way she gasps whenever he pays close attention to it. She said no kissing on the lips, but didn’t say anything about anywhere else.
And from the way her hands tighten on his shoulders, with the way she unconsciously brushes into him, her green fabric sweeping against the black of his suit, the way her neck arches back, she doesn’t mind this loophole he’s discovered either.
“Save me a dance, Lucy.”
“Done.” It comes out as a mix of her voice and a low moan, as he continues kissing down her throat, showering attention to every strong inch he can, the hollow of her pulse that reminds him that she’s here, here with him, not undercover, not underground. Right here, with him, in his arms. “All yours.”
It humbles him, the way she says that so easily and confidently, so solemnly, like she wants nothing more than be his, to truly just be with him any time and all the time. Like she wouldn’t run away and leave him, that she’d make plans for their future and actually stay to watch them come true.
He nuzzles at her bare collarbone, lips brushing against the fabric of her dress and Lucy shivers, clutching him closer. “Lucy,” he begins, but he’s not even sure what he’d say, what he even wants to say, he just wants to say her name, to be aware of this moment and make sure she knows he’s here for her, one hundred percent, every day, every night, every call, every dance.
“Luce- okay, whoa!” Jackson exclaims, walking in with his hands over his eyes as if their passionate embrace is burning his retinas. “The door is open. Wide open! I do not need any visuals of you and Officer Zaddy going at it. You’re like my sister. Gross.”
“We weren’t doing anything!” Lucy exclaims but she’s blushing so red that no one believes her. “Let’s go.”
~~~
“Glad you’re here, Bradford, but you’re making the rest of us really uncomfortable,” Angela says, sliding into the empty seat next to him when he’s almost done his dinner.
“What? Why?”
She rolls her eyes like she has to explain to him every little thing. “The staring.” He still looks clueless so she elaborates like he’s an idiot. “At Lucy. Like, I know she’s hot but it’s been months, haven’t you guys gotten all the new couple sex out of your system?” When Tim just gives her a withering stare, she takes another sip of her wine. “Apparently not, ew. Well, this mama is leaving right after dessert because well, you know, I’m a milk machine for another human.” When Tim makes a face at that description, she just smirks at him. “Get used to it. I’m seeing visions of little Boot babies in your future. And I recommend you leave soon too. Unless getting arrested for lewd behavior in the coat closet is your and Lucy’s thing. Again, I repeat, eww.”
Tim opens his mouth to protest adamantly, then realizes that’s exactly how he feels. Him, —Tim Bradford, who has made very specific rules about PDA and affection and personal space and not using nicknames in public and many other things considering they’re working at the same station, he wants nothing more than to pull his girlfriend into the coat closet and have his way with her, to get out this raging sense of need that’s been tormenting him since he saw her in that dress.
At this point in the evening, even a darkened hallway will do.
“Where is she anyway?” Tim looks around the huge ballroom, eyes passing over the rainbow of colors of women’s evening gowns until he spots the familiar emerald green of Lucy’s. She’s-
“She’s talking to some hot firefighter over by the huge charcuterie board,” Angela points out. “Bye.”
~~~
Lucy’s making noises.
Low, humming, moaning, inappropriate noises.
Or maybe they just sound inappropriate to him because his brain is in a very inappropriate place right now. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off her all night, eyes searching for any glimpse of bare thigh when she’s walking, watching the rise and fall of her chest at the V of her neckline. The way she greets their colleagues with a genuine smile and pauses to ask about their kids. The way she looks over at him and smiles shyly whenever anyone comments what a good looking couple they are. The way she-
“God, this cake is so good,” Lucy moans again around her forkful of dessert.
Tim shifts in his seat, just takes a small bite and tries to focus on someone else across the room. Someone, anyone, anything.
“You sound like you wanna be alone with it,” Jackson teases.
Lucy flushes. “I’m lactose intolerant usually, Jackson, you know this. This is a special occasion. Let me have my moment with lactose.”
Her hand reaches out to touch his knee and grab his attention. “Isn’t it good, Tim?” She squeezes his knee, looking at him expectantly.
He grabs her hand, thumb rubbing gently over the pulse of her wrist, watching her face turn bright red at the gentle touch and seductive move. God, she’s so easy.
“Delicious.”
They don’t break eye contact until Nolan calls out her name.
~~~
“Finally got my dance,” Lucy says proudly, looking up at him. Her eyes are filled with such affection that he almost turns to look over his shoulder to see who she’s looking at that way; it floors him every time to realize she’s looking at him.
“Deja vu,” Tim says, his hands squeezing hers, eyes roaming over her face. “Well, not the dancing part, just the dress part. Just seeing you.”
“You see me every day. But I’m definitely not as pretty then.”
He frowns at her mistake as if she’s gotten a part of the conduct code wrong and needs to spend more time studying. “You’re pretty every day. But... this dress... it made me realize I had some very un-Boot-like feelings for you.”
Lucy’s eyes widen with glee as her mouth drops open. “Really? This ol’ thing?” She winks at him, inching a little closer and going on her tiptoes to peer into his eyes. “Tell me more.”
“Nope.” He shakes his head swiftly. He shared a whole damn sentence about his damn feelings, he doesn’t need to share any more. “Nothin’ more to tell.”
“No fair,” she pouts. “You always stop when things are getting good.”
“I never stop when things are getting good,” he says seductively, his fingers spreading wide on her lower back, inching down then back up, so suggestive that she nearly stumbles.
“I, um,” she looks up at him, her cheeks flushing, biting that lower lip of hers again, “right. Tim Bradford finishes what he starts.”
He flashes back to the street corner outside Nevin’s, smiling at her in a way that felt a little unprofessional even then, though he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself and kept her categorized in a strictly TO/rookie relationship box.
“And I am definitely not done with you yet.”
She bites her lower lip again, and this time, his eyes darken since he can’t set it free with both hands holding her in a dance. She lets it go herself and says, “Well, every girl at the wedding wanted to dance with the hot Man of Honor, so better late than ever.”
“I’m through being Man of Honor,” he vows, eyes automatically searching over her shoulder as if to find Angela and glare at her for the months of hoops he jumped through, the torture he endured.
“You have always been my man of honor,” Lucy says simply. He nearly trips at the words, looking down at her as the impact of them make him swallow back emotion, squeeze her fingers so tight that her moonstone ring digs into his skin. “Since day one.”
“Lucy-“
She wrinkles her forehead, scrunching her nose up in thought. “Actually, maybe more like day twenty? Because there was that whole dilemma with your ex-wife and the drugs and...” Tim can’t help but release a huff of laughter at that, and Lucy follows with her own musical laugh, her hand coming up to squeeze the back of his neck reassuringly. “No, even through all that, in a way, it made me realize how fiercely you protect the people you love, how much you don’t give up on them. That’s honorable too.”
He’s floored by her words, by the look in her eyes, the red lips and the necklace and the string of pearls in her hair, by every little thing she is and every thing she chooses to be. All that radiance, that bright glow, and she still chooses to be with him.
He leans in towards her, his lips grazing her forehead so softly, his hand on her back pulling her right against him. It’s a move he would usually never make, not on the dance floor of the huge grand ballroom of the annual police banquet with their colleagues mingling all around them. And the damn fire department.
“Can we get out of here? Please?”
He thinks he’s begging but he doesn’t do it often enough to be sure.
Lucy’s eyes widen, surprise all over her face because she’s never known him to say “please” so quickly. The pride on her face would usually make him say something sarcastic in response, but tonight he lets her have the win.
He’s gonna have her later anyway.
“Yes. Let’s go.”
~~~
“What’d Emmett want?”
Lucy tears her gaze away from the window, as if the passing scenery is quite the show on the car ride home. She twists to face him, maneuvering their joined hands into her lap as her other hand rubs patterns into the soft flesh of his inner wrist.
“Hmm, saw that, did you?” she teases with the raise of an eyebrow. “Spying on me, Sergeant Bradford?”
“No, I would never. Was just looking for my girlfriend and saw you two talking, that’s all. So, what’d he want?”
Lucy sighs dramatically and Tim already knows her playful teasing is going to annoy him before she circles back to telling him the truth. He braces himself.
“You know, the usual. Just realized he’s in love with me, proposed, wants to run away together. We’re meeting at city hall tomorrow to sign the papers.”
He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “Lucy.”
“Okay, fine, we’re flying to Vegas. But no telling the others.”
“Lucy.”
“Jeez, okay, okay.” She looks over at him in the dark of the car, watching the strong angles of his face become illuminated by passing street lights. “Just wanted to apologize for blowing me off last year. Said he’s happy for us, but also thinks I might have a head injury.” Tim rolls his eyes at that. “But maybe I can lighten you up. You know, honey,” she mocks with a smile, “so many people just think of you as a mean, old grouch. I am shocked.”
“Hmm.”
“I mean, you? You’re a ray of sunshine.”
“Yeah, I’m a fucking delight.”
Lucy throws back her head and laughs, the magical sound making him completely take his eyes off the road and look her way to smile too. She meets his eyes, just looks at him, squeezes his hand before saying, “You know, you could’ve kissed me by now.
“I could’ve.” His eyes blaze as he looks at her and she swears she stops breathing entirely from the heat of his gaze. “But once I start, I won’t stop.”
She turns over their clasped hands so she can press a kiss into the back of his, holding her lips firmly there as she continues to look at him. His fingers tense, but he does nothing but stare. When she pulls away, she smiles smugly at the lip print of red lipstick she’s left behind. She holds it up for him to see, watches him clench his jaw, swears she hears the rev of the engine as he speeds up.
She shifts in her seat just enough for the folds of her skirt to fall open, and Tim immediately looks at the fabric, looks up at her. She takes their joined hands and places them right where that thigh slit starts, or ends, however you want to look at it. His hand is warm on her bare skin, but she shivers anyway.
“Drive faster.”
He listens.
She absolutely hears the rev of the accelerator then.
~~~
The second they’re inside, he’s tugging her towards him, mouth finding hers like she’s the comet he’s been searching for. There’s no time for finesse, it’s all tongue and teeth, frantic and physical after being denied the pleasure all evening long. His hands run possessively down her back, cradle the strong muscles at the back of her thighs and lift her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist, carrying her to his bedroom without breaking the kiss.
She whimpers, murmurs into his lips, “God, that’s so hot.”
Tim smirks at that, depositing her right at the edge of his mattress, holding on tight when she wobbles on unsteady feet. She wraps her arms around his neck, smiling at him softly as she says, “Thanks for coming with me tonight. I know it’s a little cheesy with everyone all dressed up, but I had fun.”
“It wasn’t too horrible,” Tim admits, his hands caressing her bare arms, then landing at her waist, fingers swiftly beginning to unwrap the belt of her dress. “But next year we leave on time because parking was a bitch.”
Lucy’s eyes widen even as she bites her lip to contain a smile. Not that it can be contained on her expressive face. “Next year? Hmm, that sounds-“
He kisses her to make her stop talking and overthinking about what he said. He kisses her just because he can.
I am in search of a Chenford Fanfic. I thought I had bookmarked it, but either I didn't or it has been deleted. It is set at Christmas pre relationship. Lucy is upset her Christmas plans aren't working out, and Tim calls in a favor to go to a Christmas light event and stay at the hotel. Any info would be appreciated.
Chenford + the first time Lucy gets called “Mrs Bradford”
Give me married fluff 🥰
I like to imagine this is the story they tell their kids about their wedding 🤍 hope you enjoy this!
Chenford + the first time Lucy gets called “Mrs Bradford”
And if I'm being honest, your first and my last name would just sound better together and probably always will
Lucy told Tim before they were married that she wanted to change her last name. He told her she didn’t have to but she just kissed him and told him it would be an honor to take his last name because she loved him. He just smiled and kissed her and pushed her into the bed muttering how much he loved her.
And now..
They are waiting behind the doors for Grey to introduce them for the first time as husband and wife. It was only fitting since he had been the the one to pair them up. Tim holds her hand and she gazes up at him, her husband. The love of her life. The person she loves the most who makes her better. The person who holds her up and believes in her no matter what. The one who pushes her and loves her even when things get hard.
“And introducing for the first time… Grey’s voice says. . Tim looks at her reaches out to touch her face and smiles softly.
“Are you ready?” She asks him. He kisses her softly, his blue eyes lighting up.
“Lucy, I have been ready for this since the day I proposed. Maybe even before then.” He says. She smiles and tugs on his hand as Grey’s voice sounds again. “Mr. and Mrs. Bradford!” Lucy grins at Mrs. Bradford and the look on Tim’s face as he gazes down at her.
Someone on the other side opens the door and they step in both grinning big. There are cheers from their friends and family as they walk farther into the room.
“Soon it will be time for our first dance as husband and wife Mrs. Bradford.” Tim whispers “And then after all this craziness, we can go to our hotel room and..” He trails off a smirk on his face. Lucy hits his chest playfully and he catches her hands and kisses them.
“I love you.” He says as they walk to the table where they will be sitting. She grins up at him as he eyes search his face, finding nothing but love for in it.
This man. Her husband. Once upon a time she was his hotshot rookie and he was her grumpy ass Training officer.
And now they were husband and wife.
Who would of thought this was their future. She certainly never imagined it but now that she has Tim, she couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.
Lucy sits down and Tim sits next to her, his hand finding her knee. He places it on there and rubs it for a minute before he lays it still. A calming warm presence.
They do their speeches and Lucy can’t take her eyes off of Tim. And then Grey calls them for their first dance as husband and wife. Tim stands up and takes Lucy’s hand, she holds her dress up as he leads her to the floor. The music starts and the song they picked together starts playing. At last by Etta James.
Because it’s true they both have finally found their happily ever after in each other. At last.
At last my love has come along, My lonely days are over and life is like a song, oh yeah
Tim holds her close as they sway to the music, Tim keeps his eyes on her. And like it always is with them it feels like they are the only ones in the room. Everything else fades, and it’s just them.
“You make me happy.” Tim whispers so quietly she almost doesn’t hear him. She gazes up at him like she has been doing all day.
“I love you.” She whispers back and she’s aware of other people coming onto the dance floor but her focus is on her husband.
“Today was perfect.” He says. “And soon it will be just you and me.”
Lucy grins at him. “Trying to get me into bed Bradford?” She teases him as he spins her around. Tim grins back at her. “Absolutely Bradford.” And oh god just hearing him call her Bradford sends shivers down her spine.
“Call me that again.” She whispers. Tim leans down to whisper in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
“I can’t wait to get you out of this dress and love on you all night long.” He pauses for a minute. “Mrs. Bradford.”
Lucy blushes red and buries her face into his shoulder. “You are..” She doesn’t know what to say. Tim is a lot of things and he’s the best thing that has ever happened to her.
“I am what?” Presses Tim teasingly.
“You are my favorite person and I can’t wait for our life to begin together.” She says. “I’m so happy.”
“I’m happy too.” Tim says. “Happier than I have ever been.”
“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Bradford.” Says a voice behind them. They both turn and see Angela behind them grinning. “You two have been on this dance floor for twenty minutes.”
Tim huffs out a laugh. “We got caught up in the moment.” He says his hand on her back.
“Clearly.” Says Angela and she studies them for a minute. “I am happy for you two. You deserve all the happiness in the world.”
Lucy smiles at their friend and breaks away from Tim for a minute to hug Angela. “Thanks Ange.” She says quietly. Angela pulls back and there’s a soft look in her eyes.
“Take care of him. He’s going to need it.” She says smiling.
Tim scoffs at her but he’s smiling. “Thanks Angela.” He says pulling Lucy back towards him. She smiles at them both before turning around and leaving them. Tim leads her off the floor and back to the table.
They have people coming up to them all night congratulating them. Lucy smiles at each one feeling more and more giddy.
Her husband. She is now officially Mrs. Bradford.
She looks at Tim’s band on his hand and then at her own. The ring that she knows he picked out just for her.
She loops their hands together so that their bands touch. And she could get used to that.
It’s a lot later when Tim leans over and whispers in her ear. “Are you ready to go Mrs. Bradford?”
She licks her lips and looks up to see a lot the room has cleared.
“Yeah I am.” She says softly. “Take me to bed Mr. Bradford.” He pulls her up at her words and leads her through the reception hall. They get outside where most of their guests are to see them off.
Tim smiles as he leads her to the waiting car. They climb in, waving to their guests. And then at last they are alone.
Tim brings her hand up to kiss it. “So are you happy Mrs. Bradford?” He asks and she wants to laugh at the question but he looks like he really wants to know.
“Yes Tim.” She answers. “I’m happy. And..”
She leans over to get close to his ear. “Keep calling me Bradford and I will be very happy.”
Tim grins at her. “That’s a promise I can keep.” He says softly. “I will call you that for the rest of our lives.”
“Good.” She says and then she bites her lip. “This might be a stupid question but.. it’s okay that I took your name right?”
“Oh yes.” Says Tim quickly. “I love it.”
She smiles and kisses him slowly and passionately pouring all her feelings for him in that one kiss.
Her husband.
She loves being a Chen even if her mother and father were distant. And sometimes the name didn’t have good memories. She has pride in her maiden name, and she is still going to go by Chen at work.
But she knows she will love being a Bradford just as much. It’s the name they will pass on to their kids. The name that she will carry with love and pride, because of him.
And she can’t wait to start using it. To start her life with Tim because this will be her name for the rest of her life. And she couldn’t be more happy about it.
Tim leans over to whisper in her ear again. “Let’s go Mrs. Bradford. Let me go love on my wife all night long.”
Lucy grins at him and pushes him out of the car and stumbles a little on her heels but Tim catches her, he always does when she’s about to fall.
Is it just me, or did Nolan and Genny have some chemistry? This would be such a good addition to The Rookie. Nolan dating Tim's sister...... Oh the possibilities.
(5x08 Spec fic- I imagine Chris and Lucy break up early in the episode. One can hope at least.)
Lucy gets home after her shift still coursing with adrenaline from the near-death experience. She needs to get her mind off Tim. She can’t get his look of terror out of her head or the subtle grazes of his hand since they removed the bomb collar. He told her to move on. She needs to move on. She just can’t help but feel he doesn’t actually want her to. But she was probably just reading into it… Maybe.
She sets her bag and keys down and rounds the counter, grabbing a wine glass. She just needs to decompress and think about something else. Anything else. She pours her glass of wine and walks over to the couch, turning on the TV.
She intends on watching something, anything to get her mind of Tim, but after five minutes of just replaying scenes of Tim on a loop in her head, she gives up. There is only one chance she is getting any sleep tonight. She needs answers.
Lucy grabs her keys and bag and walks out the door.
-
Tim gets home and is met with the pitter patter of Kojo’s paws on the tile.
“Hey, bud!’ Tim kneels, giving Kojo all of his attention, grateful once again not having to come home to an empty house. “Were you a good boy today?” Kojo thumps his tail on the ground as he smiles up at Tim. “Yeah, of course you were.”
Tim stands, sets his keys on the entry table and enters the kitchen. Kojo follows at Tim’s heels. Tim moves to the fridge and grabs a beer and Tim turns to see Kojo sitting expectantly looking up at him and wagging his tail.
“Yeah, okay. We can go for a walk first” Kojo gets up and spins in triumph as Tim puts the beer back in the fridge.
Tim grabs Kojo’s leash and hooks him up, Kojo’s tail wagging frantically. “Alright, let’s go bud.”
Tim and Kojo walk mindlessly for longer than usual as Tim is lost in thought replaying the days events. He hasn’t been so sure he was going to lose Lucy since the barrel. That is one feeling he wishes would have never resurfaced. If there is one thing he was more sure than ever though, is how much he needs Lucy.
He stops walking as that really sinks in. He needs Lucy. How had he not realized how much he needs her, sooner? God he is an idiot. Kojo tugging at the end of his leash brings Tim back to the present moment. He will tell her tomorrow. No. He will tell her tonight, or he won’t be getting any sleep.
“ Come on Kojo, let’s get you home.”
Tim gets back to his house and unhooks Kojo’s leash. Kojo goes to get a drink of water as Tim runs to the bathroom before heading over to Lucy’s. He comes back out, grabs his keys and pauses in front of the door, taking a deep breath. He looks back to Kojo, who has made himself comfy in his dog bed in the living room. “Wish me luck, bud.” He turns back to the door and opens it to Lucy.
Lucy startles, not yet ready to actually knock on his door. “Oh… Hi!”
Tim just stares for a moment, expecting to have the drive to her place to prepare his thoughts.
Lucy continues, misreading the situation. “I’m sorry, you’re on your way out. I can go. I was just-“
“No.” Tim interjects. “No. I was, uh, coming to see you, actually…”
Lucy’s eyes widen. “Oh…” She shifts her weight between feet and wrings her hands. They stare at each other, tension in the air thickening. “Can I, um… Can I come in?” She gestures inside.
“Oh, right, yeah. Of course.” Tim widens the door and steps inside, scratching the back of his neck nervously, all bravado out the door.
She walks into the entryway, glancing up at him as she passes. Tim closes the door behind her. They turn toward each other.
Lucy starts “I- Uh-“ She loses all train of thought as she looks into his eyes. Why did she come over here again? Oh! Right. To get answers. Tim steps forward and is suddenly in her space and her mind goes blank once again. Her hands raise automatically, inches away from landing on his chest, but she stops herself.
Tim finds his courage again, and no longer needs the time in the car to think. All he needs to say is exactly what he feels. “Lucy, I know I have been distant lately. I thought that it would make things easier for both of us, but I can’t anymore. I need you Lucy in whatever way you will have me. As-“ he hesitates, “my best friend… or-“ Suddenly his words escape him. The intensity in their gazes is electric. Come on you coward. Just tell her you want to be together.
Lucy takes a step forward closing what distance was left between them. She reaches up, lifts up on her toes, and pulls Tim’s lips down the rest of the way to meet hers, raking her nails across the nape of his neck in the process. She drops back down to her heels, and he follows, wrapping his arms around her back and bringing her flush against him.
Tim takes a few steps forward until Lucy’s back hits the front door. She lets out a small gasp at the impact, and Tim deepens the kiss. They make out against the door for a few minutes, Lucy’s hands carding through Tim’s hair, scratching lightly, and running hands down his arms and back. Tim’s hands run down Lucy’s sides, and thighs as he pulls one leg up, and presses his thigh between her legs. Lucy lets out a moan, but Tim pauses. He kisses her once more and pulls back, looking Lucy in the eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt.
“Tim-“ She hooks, one hand around his neck, and kisses him firmly. “Take me to bed.”
That is all the permission he needs. He leans down, pulling up her other leg, as he presses her firmly against the door, taking her mouth in his once more, before turning them and carrying her through the house.
Their kisses heat up as he carries her, one arm wrapped around her back, one tucked under her knee, keeping Lucy secure. She reaches between them as they enter the hallway, and wraps her hand around Tim’s growing erection the best she can through his jeans. Tim’s legs nearly give out, and he turns, slamming her into the wall so he doesn’t drop her. He breaks the kiss and rests his head on the wall next to her ear.
His voice is deep and guttural as he speaks into her ear. “You can’t do that if you want me to get you to the bed.”
Lucy smirks, “You want me that bad, huh?’
Tim lifts his head from the wall and looks her in the eye, doing his best to put all of his emotions in that one look. “You have no idea.”
Lucy’s smirk fades and turns to a look of pure love and adoration. She brings a hand up to caress his cheek, and slowly and tenderly kisses him again. This kiss saying everything that they can’t say with words quite yet.
Lucy pulls back, hands still playing with his hair. “Alright, I’ll be good. Take me the rest of the way.” Tim raises an eyebrow, not quite believing her. She gives him a chaste kiss. “I promise.”
He consents, and carries her the rest of the way, as they just stare lovingly into one another’s eyes.
So maybe neither of them will be sleeping tonight after all.
Do you know what the best episode of television is? The ‘Aliens in a Spaceship’ episode of Bones, so this is the Chenford version of that.
When Angela gets close to catching a serial killer, Angela and Tim both get nabbed and it’s up to Lucy and the rest of the station to find them before they run out of time…and oxygen
So Lucy has been the one to initiate both the kisses, the next one with Tim and Lucy, I hope Tim kisses her. Also want it to be slower.
Technically, one could argue that the first kiss was instigated by Tim - who thought they should practice being boyfriend/ girlfriend. Then he chickened out and Lucy grabbed him.
I really do not care who initiates the next round of kissing - just so long as there is some. 💋😘💋
