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Thread (Tim Bradford)

Tim POV: 

"This has to be a fucking joke." I scoff, running a hand through my hair. Why exactly do I have to work with her? That woman is to no use on patrol; she lets everything slide. 

"Sargeant Bradford." She nods in my direction. Oh come on, don't act like you want to work with me, I can see through that facade anyway. No use in trying to trick me, darling.

Not even bothering to return the gesture, I turn around on my heels and step out of the room. With only glass walls seperating it from the rest of the station, almost everything that's going on here can be heard. And today out of all days, that's when I have to work with her. 

"Go get the warbags." I demand when I notice she's following after me. She just crosses her arms over her chest, clearly not amused by the fact that we'll have to work together today either. "What are you doing?" A light chuckle leaves my mouth when she doesn't move away from me. 

No reply. 

Oh my fucking god, can this woman be any more annoying? Just her presence alone is enough to send me tumbling over the edge, infuriating me even more the longer she has her eyes fixated on me. 

Y/n is a good cop, I have to admit that, but she lets way to many things slide when on duty. That's my problem with her.

"Get them yourself, Bradford." She tells me, her demeanor already showing that she has absolutely no interest in making peace today. Fine by me, then. 

"No warbags today, then." I shake my head and continue to make my way into the garage, where the shop is already parked. If she won't get the warbags, nobody will, because I for sure am not getting them.

With a loud sigh, she finally gives in, stomping by me and lifting the warbags up, one of them in each hand. Throwing them inside the trunk of our shop, she opens the door to the drivers side. What the hell does she think she's doing? 

I slam the trunk shut, anger piercing my veins when I see her get inside. Oh fuck no, we're not doing that today. 

"Get out. I'm driving." I press my hands to my hips, standing comfortably in front of her. 

"No." Y/n scoffs. Excuse me? Sorry woman, I am your superior and you will do as I say. Just because your big ass ego can't handle it, that doesn't make it my problem. 

"Get. Out." I lean in closer,  my hands resting on the roof of the car as I lean against it. 

She simply shakes her head, getting comfortable in my seat, a smug grin plastered on her face. I snap. Grabbing her chin, I force her to look me in the eyes. If you won't listen, then I'll just make you. 

"Let me go, you dick." She snarls at me, trying to free herself from my grip. Not today, Y/n. Although she infuriates me more than anybody else in this world, I can't help but feel a tingling sensation inside my body when she resists my demands. 

"You better stop talking about my dick before I make you choke on it, darling." My voice is dangerously low as I lean in even closer,  staring directly into her eyes. Her cheeks flush in a beautiful crimson red. 

Oh, fuck me.

"Asshole." She retorts, finally getting out of my grip and shoving me to the side when she stands up, straightening her uniform before strutting around the car and sitting in the passenger seat. I smirk. 

That's one way to get her to comply in what I say. Though, I'm still wondering what the second one is. Maybe I'll try and find out later today; we'll see.

Letting out a scoff, I sit down in the shop, slamming the door behind me and starting the ignition. This is for sure gonna be a long day. 

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