Aftermath (Chenford)

Chapter 4

Lucy's POV

As roll call ended, Banks hopped out of his seat and set up his shop. Nolan recently learned that he was previously a cop, but had to move states and go back through the academy.

"Let's go boot! I'm not being the last one out today!" I scolded, walking towards Tim.

"Hey stranger," Tim said, leaning down to kiss me.

"Bradford," Grey yelled. "My office!" Tim and I looked at each other confused. Which Bradford? We both walked to his office, confused of who he was calling. As we walked in, Sergeant Grey laughed.

"I forgot there's two of you!" He laughed, "I need officer Bradford." Tim nodded and walked out.

"Yes sir?" I asked, confused.

"You were twenty minutes after everyone else leaving the station yesterday, why?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"Well sir, Tanner decided he didn't want to leave roll call until everyone left the building." I informed. He nodded.

"Extra 2 hours on your shift today, I'm not going easy on you because you married Bradford." He said, turning around.

"I wouldn't want you to sir," I said, leaving.

"ONE PERCENT LETS GO!" I yelled, startling him. He left the desk he was sitting at talking to Smitty.

"Did you get the war bags?" I asked. He nodded his head no. I rolled my eyes and stomped off toward the shop. He followed slowly, grabbing the bags.

I got in the shop and called Tim.

(Tim) "Hey, what'd Grey want?"

(Lucy) "Curious to as why we left 20 minutes after everyone else."

(Tim) "Tanner?"

(Lucy) "Mhm. And he added 2 hours to our shift today, so I will be late coming home. I can walk home."

(Tim) "let me talk to him."

(Lucy) "No. It's fine. I need to teach one percent that actions have consequences. Anyway, he's coming. I gotta go, love you."

(Tim) "Love you, be safe."

(Lucy) "Always."

-End of call-

"Hope you didn't have plans after shift." I said as One Percent got in. He looked confused.

"W-why?" He asked.

"Because we have an extra two hours today. Actions have consequences. We left 20 minutes after everyone else yesterday so this is what we get." I said, anger clear in my voice. He nodded and stayed silent. Perfect moment.

"IVE BEEN SHOT! YOU NEED TO CALL FOR HELP, WHERE ARE YOU BOOT?" I yelled as I stomped on the break. He looked startled and didn't say anything. I parked the car and looked to him.

"Get out."

"What?" He asked.

"Get out and walk. You can get back in when you know where you are." I said, using Tim's words. He slowly unbuckled and got out. I put the car in drive and slowly crept forward.

"Know where you are yet boot?" I asked. He shook his head no and kept walking. Just then a call came through the radio about a break in.

"7-Adam-12 responding," I answered the call, "Get in boot! We have work to do!"

He got in the shop as we sped down the road, sharp turns here and there. When we got close to the house I turned off the sirens as to not spook anyone inside. We slowly approach the house.