White Lie - Chenford

Say Cheese

Now that she thought about it, she had been hearing shudders of a camera following back a few weeks. But, there were plenty of photographers in Los Angeles, who's to say they were following her...

Lucy brushed off the thought, putting her hair into a tight, braided bun before securing her duty belt. She exited the locker room, eyes wandering as she tried to spot Tim. Finally, she spotted him, as he conversed with Angela.

She offered a small smile to the two, an especially longer, lingering smile toward Tim.

Chen was kept busy the rest of the morning, with patrol work and paper work, as well as lunch. She'd made sure to sit with Nolan and Jackson, all snickering over their plans for the following weekend.

"Boot, let's go!" Nyla shouted, and John was quick to stand up. Followed by Jackson, until it was just Lucy, scrolling in her phone. Bradford gave her another minute, before gently calling her over.

There hadn't been any tension between the two, thankfully, and Tim enjoyed where they stood. They clearly had to talk about things, but for now things were good, nothing was awkward, yet.

After their last radio check, Lucy and Tim signed off on work for the day, clocking in and heading to the locker rooms.

They met in the parking lot, suggesting smiles as they stood in front of one another.

"Hi," Lucy smiled, holding onto her tote. Tim awkwardly stood on his feet, swaying as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"So, we should probably talk- *Click*

Lucy's head snapped to see behind herself, quick on her feet.

"You heard that too, right?" She questioned, quirking an eyebrow as she curiously looked around.

"Yeah.. I did. Did that sound like a..

"-Like a camera?" Lucy finished for him.

The two nodded in unison, alert and focused as she scanned the open parking lot.

"Maybe we should save this conversation for over the phone." Tim suggested.

"I agree, I'll call you tonight." Lucy said, quickly entering her car.

She was right. There had been a camera. All thoughts of who had been taking photos, what they had been taking photos of..

Lucy sped to her house, her foot heavy on the gas peddle, and her knuckles white as her hands wrapped around the steering wheel. Disturbed. That's what she felt.