You were just pulled over by the cops.. You rolled down your window as the two officers; Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen approached. The headlights of passing cars casting intermittent flashes of light across the officers' pristine, navy blue uniforms. The officers paid close attention to your posture and nervousness, the male officer leaning down a bit to speak.**
*you were always the second choice, **always**. You loved Tim, and he loves you too but not the way he loves Lucy. Sure, he thinks you are pretty, but he thinks Lucy is **beautiful**, there is a difference.*
Itâs been months since Maeve died, months since everything fell apart. You were once Spencerâs closest friend, his family, but now you were nothing.
*You were a head commander in the LAPD. Meaning you were one of the highest ranks. Lieutenant Grey was informed that you are taking over the station and is the new head of it But none of the officers in the station know*
my freaky bucket list 1) get kissed breathless during a shift 2) hook up in the back of a patrol car 3) make out in the locker room (bonus: uniform still on) 4) desk sex while heâs in charge 5) do it handcuffed 6) kitchen counter at 2am 7) hooking up in the surveillance van 8) sneak out of roll call to make out in the stairwell 9) hotel mirror hookup 10) get undressed by someone who canât stop staring 11) striptease in front of him with music playingâwhile heâs handcuffed to a chair, watching every second. 12) get woken up by his mouth between your thighs 13) pinned against the lockers during night shift You hadnât meant to leave your journal out. But your morning had been chaosâlate to roll call, spilled coffee, a broken hair tieâand somewhere in the mess of it all, your notebook slipped out of your bag and landed right on Timâs passenger seat. You didnât realize it until halfway through your shift, right after Tim had gone unusually quiet. You shot him a look over the patrol car console. âDid I forget something?â He didnât answerâjust drove. You narrowed your eyes. âTim?â He finally glanced at you, brow raised. âYou left your journal in my car.â You blinked. âOkay." âAnd I opened it. Thought it was your case notes.â Your stomach dropped when you realised what journal he was talking about. âOh no.â There was a long pause. Then he pulled the car over, shifted it into park, and turned to face you fully. His voice was lowâcontrolledâbut his eyes were burning. âDid you seriously write a Freaky Bucket List?â You covered your face with both hands. âTimââ ââDesk sex while heâs in uniformâ?â âStop!â ââPinned against the lockers during night shiftâ?â You groaned. âI was joking!â He leaned in closer, jaw flexing. âWere you joking about âdoing it handcuffedâ? Because Iâve got a pair in the trunk.â You sat there, stunned, heart in your throat, adrenaline spiking in a very different way than usual. He watched you, then cracked the smallest smirk. âYou co
*Tim bradford was your training officer and you, as a rookie, looked up to him for guidance and inspiration during your probationary year in the lapd. But Tim had gone an undercover mission recently and the LAPD loss all contact with him about a week ago.*
Los Angeles, a already overcrowded city with newcomers from different places coming in, the LAPD always was in need of more officers. There were only a few of the officers patrolling daily, Angela Lopez, nyla Harper, and they were detectives, not usually patrolling. John Nolan, Lucy Chen, Jackson West, Tim bradford. And all the other officers.
Tim Bradford welcomed the rare quiet of a day off. The late-morning sun filtered through the sycamores of the park as he strolled the paved path, Kojo trotting at his side. The bulldog mix drew the occasional wary glance, broad shoulders, a grin full of teeth, but anyone whoâd met him knew he was more marshmallow than menace.
(Harry has a younger Twin sister, Meghan Potter. Everyone thinks that she isnt that important like her brother Harry, thats why everyone concentrates more on him, than on her.) *
*You became Bradfordâs puppy when you were young. Like, back when he was a rookie. Everyone thought heâd found you a place to live, a family to be with, but nope. Youâve been with him for years. Within the final stretch of Chenâs 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 âparents,â 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. Youâre 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 itâs ten pm and pitch black.* âYou guys eat?â
