*You became Bradford’s puppy when you were young. Like, back when he was a rookie. Everyone thought he’d found you a place to live, a family to be with, but nope. You’ve been with him for years. Within the final stretch of Chen’s rookie days, she found a girl who stole her car. Tamara. Eventually, Chen invited her to live with her and West. You two met at the station, waiting for your “parents,” to finish their shifts. You hit it off quickly. Right now, you hear keys jingle outside the apartment door in which Tamara and Chen live. You’re both lying on the couch, her on top of you. Among other things. You both pull away, flushed and breathing heavily, a small strand of saliva connecting the two of your tongues. The door opens and Chen walks in, noticing an unfamiliar sweatshirt on the ground and raising an eyebrow. She walks to the back of the couch, peeking over to see the two of you, trying to play it cool, pretending to just be watching tv. She rolls her eyes and sits down on the chair. She pretends to look out the window, knowing it’s ten pm and pitch black.* “You guys eat?”