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chenford: love

So, these are wedding toasts from Angela and Jackson at Tim and Lucy’s wedding in sun comes up (again, my love). I wrote them for the fic, but they didn’t fit with the overall tone, so they never made it in.

“I have a lot of brothers, but you’re the only one I chose. I love you, don’t roll your eyes at me, and I’m so happy for you,” Angela says, and Tim can hear how her voice is thick with emotion.

“All I’ve wanted for you these last few years is to find someone who will give you back as much love as you give them, and you did. I don’t know if any of us thought it would be Lucy, at first…. Especially Lucy,” she laughs, and Tim intertwines their fingers under the table.

“But you both clearly know now, and it’s obvious to everyone else, too. You are disgustingly gorgeous together, and just kind of disgustingly happy, and it’s gross… and kind of wonderful.” She raises her glass, smiling wide. “To Tim and Lucy,” she says.

“You’re not supposed to call the bride and groom disgusting,” Jackson jokes, taking the microphone from her.

“Anyway,” he smiles, and Lucy grips Tim’s hand under the table even harder. “Luce, I love you. You’re my best friend, and there are a million embarrassing roommate stories I could tell about you, and Tim too because honestly? Those walls were thin, man... but I’m not going to --” he eyes Tim nervously, and the crowd laughs -- “So I just want to say… I don’t think any of us thought our rookie year would lead us to where we are now, or through what we went through.

But you came out the other side just as optimistic and strong and happier than I’ve ever seen you, and I think a lot of that has to do with the guy sitting next to you, but mostly it’s just because of who you are.” Lucy rests her head against his shoulder and he smiles as Jackson raises his glass.

“And I’m happy you have someone who sees and appreciates you for who you are. You both deserve all the happiness you can share. To the bride and groom,” he finishes, taking a sip of his champagne.

#don’t mind the tears building up nope nope nope I’m fine #the rookie #rookie fanfic #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #im not crying are you crying

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For me it was the college scenes.

Profs don’t just assign impromptu essays these days. Assessments are scheduled, and at least at my uni, 67% of the class had to agree to the change to the syllabus.

Nolan finding his prof at the classroom is either the most bizarre take on stalking, or they figure that profs use classrooms as offices??? They aren’t high school teachers - classrooms (and often offices ffs) are shared with other profs.

While I loved what they were trying to do, I was also quite frustrated that the classmates were all solely presented as strictly liberal students, and the only reason they would be interested is regarding BLM. Presenting such a class as being so homogenous doesn’t do anyone any favours, and certainly hasn’t been my experience of college/uni in regard to ethics and the law.

Really, it felt like the writers hadn’t attended uni/college in at least 10 years, if not more. I wish they had drawn on the experience of some more recent grads than whatever *that* was.

I loved what they were trying to achieve, but it felt distinctly clumsy. I really need to stop trying to think too hard about the details for this show, and that’s a shame.

Beware of whining. To elaborate just a small part of the weird writing - come on, you have to prove you’re a pro chemist just by drawing a formula? A school kid could do that. And moreover, that’s enough for the bad guy to want to take her on their side. Couldn’t they think of something more? And an undercover cop convention in a public and accessible area and without hardcore security? Really? How are they still alive? And discussing undercover names and information in a parking lot before going to the cafe? Anyone with an open car window can hear anything and everything. And there were so many more of those weird sloppy moments this episode.

I just don’t know what’s happening anymore.

At this point I really don’t understand whether the writers are super lazy or just bad.

And I get that it’s a TV show, but I’m so annoyed because popular TV shows usually had very decent and more or less believable storylines for an average viewer (like me) that never really bothered me, tbh. (Take Bones, House MD, NCIS, Castle etc.).

#the rookie

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#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #my heart #MY HEART

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#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #he’s so stressed about this I love it

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#tim acting like an angry husband who found out that his wife volunteered for an extremely dangerous mission after they just saw firsthand how dangerous it was

#the rookie #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #LMAOOOO

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Trying to stay safe, healthy and financially stable during a pandemic whilst also rooting for your ship to go canon

#hahaha #truer words #the rookie #chenford #originally reblogged this to my main by accident whelp

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Lucy: I want to do undercover work!

Tim, having the revelation he will never see her if she does that and never be able to be snarky with her and compliment her and not-so-subtly flirt with her: no don't

#the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #huehuehue #yessss tim do realize that the rookie you gave up a promotion for is ready to move on and maybe try and stop that from happening

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#the rookie #chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #I am really glad this was giffed because I can watch his laugh for a good loooooong while :)))))(

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Ooooooof my heart! I adore this even though it’s ripped my heartstrings out. 💜

If you’re still taking prompts for Chenford I’d love “I really need you.” or « I don’t love you »💔

Ok anon, I hope you’re ready cause this is a DOOSY. I would call this an AU that takes place after 3x01.

WARNING: possible alcohol abuse, possible drug abuse, and possible suicidal tendencies. There is fluff but due to these warnings I am inserting a Read More link in case this is not someone’s cup of tea.

Lucy Chen had gotten good at hiding it until one day she didn’t. She could flawlessly cake on the concealer to hide the dark bags under her eyes and make it look natural, she could survive off a can of Bang or the strongest, darkest cup of coffee you could put in her hand. The only thing she couldn’t do? Was hide from her demons, because they will always catch up to her no matter how fast she runs.

She told him she was fine when they went to the Prison to visit with Rosalind Dryer, that she could handle it, that if she ‘could not handle dealing with Rosalind in the cage she shouldn’t be a cop’. She told him she was fine when they got back into the shop, that what that monster said didn’t affect her. She told him she was fine when they got off shift, that she was going to go home and have a large glass of wine. She told him, but she was everything but fine.

Tim Bradford had just fallen asleep, staying up later than usual knowing he didn’t have to work the next day. He got home as the sun set, letting Kojo out to run the backyard as he made chicken carbonara for dinner. He ate in-front of the TV, watching as the LA Kings pulled off a big overtime win to give them three points versus the Anaheim Ducks, pushing them closer to a chance to secure a spot for the Stanley Cup Playoffs. He during intermissions he worked on cleaning his house, threw a tennis ball around for Kojo and got ready for bed. His brain had finally relented from his thoughts, allowing him peace as he dozed off, only to be woken by the sound of his charging phone buzzing on the nightstand. He ignored it as it stopped vibrating, only to begin again.

He sighed “Bradford.”

“It’s West, I need you to come to the apartment.”

“Everything ok?” he asked as the threw the covers off, stepping into the sweat pants next to the bed, grabbing and slipping on the pullover hanging on the back of the door.

“It’s Lucy.”

“On my way.” He told the other officer before hanging up, his thoughts berating himself. Not that he was frustrated at his rookie but more at himself, he knew that after what she did today, she had lied about being fine. He had noticed the copious amounts of sugar and caffeine that seemed to be a constant in her hand the past few weeks. But he had held out hope that she would talk to him, tell him what was going on in that beautiful brain of hers, tell him the things she needed to get off her chest.

Tim grabbed his gun from the nightstand, slipping it into the waistband before he threw an old pair of tennis shoes on, moving to the foyer to grab his keys from the basket, glancing at the dog who was snoring away in his crate as he locked up the house and got into his truck. The drive was quiet and smooth for 11:30 of a night, the amount of traffic miniscule as he pulled up in-front of her building.

He locked the truck, punching in the code for the door before making his way to the elevators. He sent a text to Jackson, telling him he was here as he stepped on the car. The car slowed to a stop on the sixth floor, the doors opening to show Jackson standing in the hallway.

“What’s wrong?” Tim asked as he approached.

Jackson rubbed a hand down his face “She was fine when I left a few hours ago, and well I came back to this..” he said as he opened the door.

Tim stepped in, immediately noticing the almost empty bottle of tequila tipped over on the counter and the pills with no bottle that were scattered across the rock. His stomach plummeted as he began to think the worst.

“Did she take any?”

“I’m not sure, she won’t talk to me.” Jackson said as he pointed to the girl sitting on the floor with her back against the wall.

“Chen.” Tim said as he moved closer, crouching down in-front of her. She was staring ahead, tear tracks and a blank expression on her face. “Lucy.” He said softly, grabbing her chin in his hand. “Do you have your pen light?”

Jackson moved to his duffle bag next to the door, grabbing the small pen before walking back, handing the device over. Tim turned it on, shining it into her eyes when Lucy began to speak. “I didn’t take any.”

“Let me check.” Tim said as he looked into her eyes. “You know the drill.”

Lucy’s eyes followed the light as Tim moved it. He conducted his test, determining she was telling the truth, her eyes glossed from the alcohol. “I told you.” She told him as he handed the pen back to Jackson.

“I know, but I needed to know if I needed to call for an ambulance or not.” He said, his tone angry as he stood, walking over to the sink, taking a deep breath as Jackson joined him.

“What happened today?” Jackson asked quietly.

Tim grabbed a glass from the dish drainer, filling it with water. “We went to see Rosalind and she knew things she shouldn’t.”

Jackson nodded in understanding, “Listen, she’s talking to you and not me so I’m going to head to my room. Yell if you- yell if you need anything.” Jackson told the superior as he turned and walked away, glancing worriedly at his friend that rested her head on her knees sitting on the floor.

Tim grabbed the full glass, walking back over to Lucy, handing the water to her. “Drink, boot.”

Lucy drank the glass of tap water, handing it back to Tim as he walked to refill it again. “I didn’t-“ she stumbled over her words. “I didn’t try to-“

“I know.” He said softly, his fingers grasping the countertop, his knuckles turning white. “I know you didn’t.”

A tear made its way down Lucy’s face as she swiped it away. “I just want it to stop.”

Tim sat the glass on the coffee table, sitting down next to Lucy, kicking off his shoes. “Talk to me.”

Lucy stared down at the legs beside hers, “You know, I knew you were tall but your legs are like really long.”

“Chen.” He softly reprimanded as her head fell into his shoulder.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Never- never apologize. What he- what they did-“

Silence overtook them as his words drifted off. The glow from the LA nightlife filtered into the living room through the window pane, casting a soft light in the room. Tim had assumed that Lucy had fallen asleep, her arm tangled with his as her hand rested on his thigh. He thought back to things she had told him, her telling him that her comfort, her safety came from a forty-year-old chunk of metal. Him having to hear Rosalind sing the song that gave her hope, that kept her alive. The panic and distress of almost loosing her, neither of them knew it but he needed her too.

“I thought- I thought I was doing better. I stopped seeing my therapist, eased back on my meds. I can see now that was a mistake.” She whispered into the night. “But the nightmares started again and I just- I don’t want to close my eyes because every time, every time I do I see-“

Tim waited for her to finish. “You see what Chen?”

“It varies,” she told him as she wiped away the new tears, sniffling. “sometimes it’s Caleb, sometimes it’s Rosalind, sometimes it’s you.”

Tim startled, “Me?”

Lucy nodded, “Yeah. Most of the time, I can’t- I can’t find you, I hear your voice, but I can never catch up.”

“Lucy that’ll never-“

“Happen?” she finished for him. “Other times it’s a repeat of our first day together.”

Tim snorted. “You never expected to deal with a GSW on your first day did you?”

“No!” Lucy laughed as she turned to him. “Though with you I should know to expect the unexpected.”

Tim looked at her before whispering “Expect the unexpected huh? That’s what I always expect with you.”

Lucy tilted her head back as she glanced at his lips before focusing back to his eyes. Tim leaned in closer, his own eyes looking at her cherry red lips. Their lips a hair breadth away, so close their breaths were intertwining.

“We can’t.” Tim whispered against her lips.

Lucy stayed still, “I know.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

“You’ve been drinking.”

“I know. But, I need-“ Lucy said swallowing her words before gaining courage. “I need you. I just need you. You don’t- we don’t-. Can you please just hold me?” She asked pulling back, unshed tears glistening her eyes. “Please.”

Tim Bradford could count on both hands the moments he could feel his heart break. This, his rookie, someone he shouldn’t be this close to, begging him for comfort was one of those moments, the pain in his chest growing heavier as the knife plunged deeper.

“Ok.” He whispered, moving to stand. Once he was steady on his feet he bent over, putting one arm behind her, the other going under her knees.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

“I can walk.”

“Not alone.” He told her as he carried her to her room, putting her in the middle of the mattress before he slid in beside her. Lucy grabbed her weighted blanket from the end of the bed, tossing it over her body before stretching her hand out, reaching for his. She knew it was inappropriate, what ever it was that was happening, that if word escaped the four walls of this apartment there would be ramifications but she trusted and knew with everything in her that the other two people in the apartment would never speak a word.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her eyes becoming heavy as her breath began to even out.

“Never say I don’t love you Luce.” He whispered into the night to no one

That night Lucy was able to finally sleep, her monsters locked away and buried in a hole, unable to escape their confinements for however long that may be. And Tim Bradford, never telling a soul, choosing to keep the secret to himself as he stayed up, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of Lucy’s hand in comfort, his own emotions fighting to the surface. His monsters and demons clawing their way out of their prison, getting the better of him in the quiet space before he could stop them. He stared at the darkness around him, save for the nightlight glowing from an outlet across the room. Lucy sighed in her sleep, her body moving closer into Tim’s side, one of her legs escaping its confinement as she threw it over one of his as her other hand landed on his chest. One moment he was staring at the woman curled into his side, the next he was fast asleep where he shouldn’t be, his thoughts relenting, allowing him the same peace that he was giving.

#the rookie #fanfic rec #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford

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