Three years on the job, Y/N and Tim Bradford have perfected the art of getting on each other’s nerves—and somehow working better because of it. Every traffic stop becomes a battle of sarcasm, every argument a little too personal, and neither is willing to admit how naturally they move together. But when a routine stop suddenly turns into a shots-fired call, the teasing disappears. No hesitation. No words. Just instinct, trust, and three years of knowing exactly where the other will be. Because whatever is happening between them… they’re definitely not just partners.
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@st4rl1ghtttThe shop already smelled like stale coffee and sun-warmed vinyl. Three years. Same patrol car, same cracked seam on the passenger seat, same low rumble of the engine that never quite idled right.