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CAN I HAVE THESE SCENES NOW

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timandlucy

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Tim + his lil “I can’t believe I got this lucky” smile 🥹

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makeitastrength

They don’t actually wind up back at Lucy’s apartment after their sushi date.

They almost do. Tim is just maneuvering his truck into the parking lot when his phone rings, a frantic Genny on the other end of the line, so he heads off to help his sister while Lucy makes her way upstairs alone, nothing but her thoughts to keep her company.

One specific train of thought, really.

The interviewer’s words earlier today – okay so a place of honesty, respect, love? – are playing on a loop in her mind and, try as she might, she can’t seem to stop her brain from weaving a tangled web of confusion and frustration. She’s not frustrated with the interviewer, necessarily, though she certainly didn’t enjoy the part where he questioned the strength and security of their relationship on camera, or that he put them on the spot with his use of a word they haven’t actually said to each other yet.

Okay, so maybe she is a little frustrated with him.

But mostly, she’s frustrated with herself over the fact that she and Tim have been dating for three and a half months now and she still hasn’t managed to be completely honest with him about her feelings.

Lucy is well aware that makes her a hypocrite, given her admission on camera that honesty in a relationship is extremely important to her. But it’s not like she doesn’t want to be honest with Tim. She desperately does. The words have been caught in her throat for weeks at this point, maybe longer, but every time she thinks about setting them free, she loses her nerve.

She’s just… she’s never said the words to anyone, because they’ve never actually been true.

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Casual confirmation.

“So” said Nolan, looking around the full living room “Tim came to watch the game, that ok with everyone?”

Nyla, James, Angela, Bailey and Lucy all make noises of consent.

“I’ll see what we’ve got in the fridge for snacks, does anyone need another drink?” Said Bailey getting up from the end of the sofa

“I’ll come and help” offered Angela, Nyla stands with them and the three women walk towards the kitchen. John walks round and takes the seat that Bailey had vacated, he starts fiddling with the remote finding the correct channel whilst Tim walks towards Lucy.

“Here, you take this chair” Lucy says, standing. Tim opens his mouth to argue but Lucy doesn’t let him. “Which one of us has had back surgery? Hmmm” she laughs, adding a muttered “old man” under her breath as she shuffles past the coffee table to gather the soft orange cushions at the end of the sofa. She pops one on the ground between James and the seat now occupied by Tim. Sliding to the floor she placed the other cushion behind her back. She was about to reassure Tim of how comfy she was when a loud peel of laughter hit them from the kitchen, followed quickly by Nolan finding the correct channel. Angela and Nyla came back with several bottles of beer and a fresh bottle of both red and white wines.

“Lucy we can make space for you on the sofa” Angela says as she pats the space on the far end of the sofa between her and Nolan. Lucy Looks at the seat being offered and then at Tim, at their feet centimetres from each other, and shakes her head.

“I’m all comfy here now, but thanks” neither Lucy or Tim miss the look that passes from Angela to Nyla to Bailey, who has arrived back with a large bowl of chips and dips. Nothing gets past these three super smart women.

By this time there’s only around 30 minutes left of the game, it passes easily the group chatting casually. Swapping stories with Bailey, Wesley coming back in from settling Jack in one of the spare bedrooms and James nipping out to deal with Leah in the other. With all adults back in the room and the game over the question turns to what they should do next.

“Maybe we should think about heading home” James suggests, Nyla turns sharply eyebrows raised “or not!” James says quickly “How about a little games night?”

“Couples games night!” Angela said with delight, a pointed look at Tim

“I’m not really a games night kind of person” said Tim gruffly

“Yes but Lucy is”

And Angela wasn’t wrong, Lucy had perked up at the mention of games and now she turned her face up towards Tim, from the floor “Please” she asked softly.

Tim sighed “fine” Lucy smiled brightly and somewhat bravely closed the distance between their feet and used her now bare toes to rub the back of his calf.

More looks were passed, this time between all the other occupants of the room. Angela look triumphant as she said “well the teams are obvious! Let’s start with questions. Bailey do you have an actual game or shall I look on line for questions?” Angela had fully taken charge and it was clearly making Tim nervous as he shifted in his seat.

Nyla and James went first, Angela read out questions from an app she found on her phone. They did well, Nyla knew what James’ first ever job was and James new the name of Nyla’s first boyfriend amongst other things. Bailey and Nolan were next up, Nyla took over as question master and the group laughed as Nolan tried to remember all the jobs Bailey had had and Bailey made Nolan blush guessing his favourite physical feature of hers. Once they had answered all their questions the phone was passed to Lucy to ask Angela and Wesley their questions, no one was surprised by how quickly and sweetly the pair answered every question correctly. “You have been together the longest, so it’s not really much of a surprise” said Lucy with a fond smile.

“But technically you and Tim have known each other longer, haven’t you?” Said Nyla with a mischievous grin “you two should sail through these” she said taking the phone from Lucy and passing it to Bailey. Tim looked down at Lucy, Lucy gazed back up at him fiercely. The challenge had been accepted! Within the first two questions Lucy was up on her knees. Her hands on Tim’s leg, as if trying to shake the answer to the name of her childhood pets into him. By the fifth question she was perching on the edge of the coffee table in front of him, both her legs in between his, a hand on each of his knees. He was laughing at her overexcitedness, gazing at her with unfiltered adoration. The game finished, all the couples happily declared Wesley and Angela the winners of this round. Lucy, instead of returning to her original space, merely turned around and sat on the floor between Tim’s knees, her back up against the chair. Tim absentmindedly played with her hair as Angela prepared the next game.

As the night had gone on and Tim and Lucy had relaxed the enquiring and surprised looks between their friends had lessened to be replaced by looks of affection and happiness as they took in the pair who had clearly, finally, taken that step beyond coworkers and friends. There was nothing to say, no questions to ask, the actions before them stood for themselves.

The four couples played different games, laughed and drank late into the night. Nolan had already offered Nyla and James and Angela and Wesley their spare rooms for the night when they’d put the babies down hours before. So it was just Tim and Lucy needing to say goodbye at the end of the night. Tim had drunk a single beer when he had arrived and watched the game, he had noticed Lucy happily enjoying her drink so in a quiet moment had told her he would drive her home and she could keep drinking, which may have added to her competitive spirit. “Lucy, it’s time to go.” Tim tried again, he had been trying to get Lucy out the door for ten minutes now but she was definitely tipsy and was keen to keep chatting. He walked up behind her put one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder and tried to turn her gently.

“Will you make me pancakes for breakfast?” She asked out of nowhere. He glanced up quickly at the others, he wasn’t sure why but it was probably going to take some getting used to, behaving like a normal couple in front of their friends.

“If you get in the car now, I promise to make you pancakes” he ignored Angela and Bailey ahhing from behind him as he steered Lucy finally through the front door. As the door closed behind them he heard Bailey announce loudly “who knew he could be so sweet?” To which Angela replied “To Lucy? Always” he couldn’t help but smile as he led his girlfriend to his truck.

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Chenford + Lucy thinks Tim is dead

"I just found a body. It's Sargent Tim Bradford."

Lucy was glad she wasn't driving the shop right now, because if she was, she 100% would have crashed into something as she heard Aarons voice come over the radio.

Instantly, her entire body went numb, her heart physically stopping in her chest as the words 'body,' and 'Tim Bradford,' washed over her. Her vision grew hazy, Lucy sinking to the floor as all the air was forcefully squeezed out of her lungs.

The radio was making more noise now, but Lucy couldn't make sense of it due to the high-pitched whining in her ears. On autopilot, Lucy grabbed her phone, hitting the first name on her recently called list while a million thoughts flew through her head.

Aaron must be mistaken, he can't be dead. I can't lose him- I just got him! I haven't even told him I love him yet. This can't be happening; please don't be happening, oh god.

I can't go through this again; not without him.

Her hands shaking, Lucy lifted the phone to her ear, her heart pounding faster and faster at every ring. Pick up pick up pick up.

Just when it feels like she's going to black out from panic, the phone does in fact pick up.

"Hey," Tim's voice says, and Lucy instantly feels tears running down her cheeks from relief.

"Tim," she chokes out, trying in vain to get her breathing under control.

"I'm okay," he says immediately. "I don't know what planet Aaron thinks he's on, but I am most definitely not in a dumpster. I'm fine, Luce, I promise."

"Okay," she says, holding her hand against her heart in an effort to slow its racing.

"Where are you, are you okay?"

"I am now," she answers honestly, finally feeling like she can breathe again. "Are you at the station?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." Hanging up the phone, Lucy picks herself up off the floor, ignoring the concerned looks from the patrons of the store as she books it to her shop.

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Chenford + you matter more (Post 5.12)

She falls back on her pillow, breathless and feeling as light as a feather. She tries to remember the last time she's felt this perfect after sex and her thoughts turn empty.

Tim rolls on top of her again, placing both his arms at either side of her head and leaning in to take her lips in yet another kiss. For a moment all she can hear is the deep breath she takes and their lips smacking, all she can feel is her chest arching into his.

He pulls back only a few inches and looks into her eyes. She places her palm softly on his cheek and he leans into it, leaving a soft kiss on her wrist. She stares at him, not remembering ever being loved like that. Ever loving someone like that.

His other hand slides down her thigh and she can't believe she wants more already. She arches her knee at his touch and hears a low sound deep in his throat.

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Tell me you love me (without any words)

“Lucy.”

“Hmm,” she hums as she raises her glass to take a sip of wine, still engrossed in the stack of Metro information and training materials. It sounds challenging, the combination of advanced tactical skills, complex decision-making, and high-pressure situations, but there’s no doubt in her mind that Tim is going to excel at it. And he’d tried to suppress it and remain professional, but she hadn’t missed the flash of excitement in his eyes when Grey informed him of the opening.

“I know it was you.”

She blinks and finally tears her eyes away from the pamphlet on SWAT training to meet his eyes. “What?”

“The sudden retirements and personnel shifts to open a position in Metro,” Tim clarifies. He doesn’t sound mad – quite the opposite, actually – but the soft tone of his voice and the intensity in his gaze reveals the seriousness of the conversation he’s wanting to initiate. “I know it was you.”

“I had a lot of help,” Lucy deflects, ignoring Tim’s murmured ‘mmhmm’ to continue speaking. “We were all working on it when you showed up at Nolan’s last night.”

He pauses, tilts his head. “Is that why he kept stalling me at the door?”

She sets aside her wine and retrieves her phone from the coffee table, opens the photos app before passing it to him with an almost bashful expression.

Tim takes the device and she watches his eyes narrow as he makes sense of what he’s seeing. “You murder boarded me a new job?”

“Hey, it was complicated,” she defends. “A lot of people had to move positions.”

“Lucy,” he huffs.

“What?” She tries to keep the defensive edge out of her voice as he hands back her phone, but she’s not entirely sure she’s succeeding. He’s not upset with her. She knows him well enough to recognize it for what it is; he’s overwhelmed and having trouble putting his feelings into words, and they’re spilling over as exasperation instead.

Tim seems to recognize this as well and takes a deep breath, takes a moment to rein himself in, and when he speaks again his earlier softness is back. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I know,” Lucy answers. “But you’d do the same for me.”

He would, but that’s not the point.

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congrats, boot!

“Lucy?”

There’s a puzzled expression that paints itself over his features, forehead crinkling as he picks up the small pair of black booties and dangles them in front of him. He’s seen them one too many times before and while his innate instinct is to smile at the memories they hold, his lips curve downward in confusion. Did he miss something?

He’s sure he hasn’t. Both are doing well in their careers; Tim as lieutenant of Metro, Lucy as detective. Neither of them have brought up the conversation of a change. He’s still in his first year of a new rank, “the boot in charge” as Lucy affectionately described it and she’s in her fourth year as a detective, guiding Aaron through his first year. So why the boots?

He looks down at the bed that’s covered in different sets of baby booties. Unlike the other times where she’s written out ‘congrats, book!’ on a blank piece of paper in Sharpie, this time is different. There’s a pale yellow card in the middle of it all, his name written in cursive in what Tim can only assume is from her ‘special pens’ which are really just a set of Gelly Roll Stardust pens he got her for Christmas because she once told him how much she loved using glitter pens in grade school.

This time, he does smile as he sets down the pair of booties and leans to reach the card. His eyes scanning the front for a moment, still quite unsure what to expect. There are tiny stars that surround his name in gold and silver and he can almost picture her leaning against the kitchen island, brows furrowed in concentration as she focused on drawing the perfect little stars without smudging the fresh ink.

He pulls at the flap to open it before pulling the card out of the envelope. It takes him a second, more than a second, as he blinks completely dumbfounded at the greeting card in between his hands.

HAPPY NEW BABY!

Soft pastels fill the cover with different painted baby items: a teddy bear, bassinet, baby blocks, pacifier, rattle, bib, baby boots, baby mobile, bottle, diaper. It’s a baby card. He knows what it means but at the same time he’s in complete and utter shock because could it be? He wants to call out her name, almost too afraid to open the card to see what it holds but his breath is hitched in his chest and he can’t quite bring himself to speak her name.

So he stands there for a moment, maybe hours though time definitely feels like it’s standing still, just staring at the card because he knows what this means despite not knowing for sure. He can picture it now. Her growing belly, the endless list of baby books that they’ll get through, telling their friends and family, laughing over baby names — the entire journey until their tiny little human finally arrives. Tears well in his eyes as he’s overcome by emotion: excitement, awe, shock, fear, love.

“You really should read it.”

The smile on Tim’s face immediately drops as he turns to face Lucy who’s leaning against the doorframe with a smirk on her lips. There’s a sudden panic that washes over him as he wonders if he suddenly got it all terribly wrong but the expression behind her eyes doesn’t indicate that, she’s just teasing him. He nods, unable to do much else as he finally opens the card to find a: Congrats, Boot!

He laughs because of course that’s what she’d write. He lowers the card to find her standing in front of him holding up a pregnancy test with a grin that reaches her sparkling brown eyes. His gaze falls onto the two pink lines and Tim can’t help but laugh in amazement.

“We’re having a baby!”

Lucy’s giggle fills the room and it’s the sweetest noise Tim’s ever heard. This is everything he’s ever wanted, something he thought he’d never had. Except, here she stands, this absolute ray of sunshine that came into his life to make it better day by day, making every single one of his dreams come true.

“We’re having a baby!” he echoes as his hands find her waist pulling her in toward him. They’re beaming at each other as they hold the other, swaying softly as their foreheads touch. There’s a magnetic pull that draws them even closer as their lips finally meet. She smile’s against him before finally pulling away.

“So? What do you think of your new role, boot?”

“Best job yet.”