Can you Remember the Church Bells Ringing

Chapter 2

Tim was having the best sleep he'd had in weeks. He knew he'd gotten absolutely hammered, the ache with his rousing state was a clear sign of a night well done.

Patrol this week was utterly draining - the many idiots of L.A living up to their title. Tim hated the idea that new, fluffy rookies would come and screw up all the cases and evidence they had collected but then it's also his favourite time of year: the Purge and Christmas all wrapped up in one.

He needed to have a change in pace even if it meant becoming a greasy criminal, even if it meant being in a fake relationship with his ex-rookie, even if it meant experiencing the horrors his ex-wife had to endure which made her fall down the dark (drug filled) rabbit hole. As soon as the proposition to go undercover came up of course Lucy had already agreed for him along with Angela which was inevitably supported by Grey. He knew he couldn't really pass up this opportunity especially if it made him look good yet karma had the most sweet way of coming back to Lucy. She had to pose as Juicy (technically Sava and they were uncanny apart from their accents, fashion choices and heavy use of makeup.) 

Lucy had invited him to her apartment so that they could figure out their whole situation while undercover like personal questions incase the topic occurred. He had half-mindedly proposed that they met at a barbeque : end of. Lucy being Lucy she had to have something more 'passionate' than that. She said that he (Jake) was running from the cops and was seeking for a place to hide in her apartment building, this got her 'so hot' that they hooked up while the cops were still searching the building. However his mind had placed a suggestive detailed image in his head - she was with Chris and he was still with Ashely. More thoughts occurred when she schooled him on how to kiss; the kiss was good maybe better than good as he was being taught by his boot how was most certainly younger than him. Tim did try to push his luck with the kiss (with the good intensions of the operation at heat) but her nosey puppy/daughter disturbed them leaving a very, very awkward conversation for the next morning.

So last night...

Due to the array of shift between the different times of day he couldn't wait for some time to unwind with someone who was sort of his 'best' friend in a way. Or a 'date' night as Lucy called it for their undercover persons. A date night which ...

His thoughts were blank as he began to wake up from his deep sleep. The jigsaw began to slot together; the outline first. Drinks. Thai food, karaoke and...

A sudden shriek caused his mind to explode, his whole body becoming alert of something as a blast of cold air his his naked body and the sheets were yanked off him; the cold air prickling at his skin. He was jolted to the side, almost being thrown out the bed after whatever was on him decided it wanter to get off

"Put some clothes on!" the voice shouted. Had no one told his bed mate that it was rude to wake someone up by shouting at them?

He groaned and rolled over, burying his face into the most wonderful smelling pillow he'd ever sniffed, his naked body uncovering more from the sheets and his ass tensing thanks to the freezing air.

Reaching over he tried to grab the sheet, wanting nothing more than to cover himself again and settle into this sweet smelling piece of heaven.

"Tim!" His name spoken which such contempt made his body want to do some odd thing; like smiling into the pillow. He was so taking this pillow home. Whoever owned this pillow was about to be a headrest down because as of this moment, the pillow was property of one Timothy Bradford.

"Tim! Dress up!"

"No!" Yes, he was stubborn. Did he care? Hell no! There were no criminals in the vicinity of their hotel room, she couldn't tell him what to do!