lucy's transfer to mid-wilshire changes more than just her career when she meets tim bradford-and the daughter who doesn't trust anyone with her dad's heart. lucy and tim keep telling themselves they're just coworkers, even as the distance between their lives-and their hearts-shrinks.

ON A PAUSE 🚫Lucy Chen's husband died during serving for the country, she couldn't handle being around all the memories so she packed all hers and her four year old sons stuff up and moved to mid wilshire, where she met an asshole of a training officer, Tim Bradford...little did she know the asshole of a training officer knew her husband on service..how do they build up a relationship?

Lucy accidentally inhaling substances leads to an unexpected backseat hookup, Tim can't look at his rookie the same way... \\ contains smut \\ Updated regularly, this short story is a Chenford fanfiction on the show 'The Rookie' between the rookie Lucy Chen and her training officer Tim Bradford.

Five years ago, Lucy Chen slept with a stranger at a bar. On Monday morning, he introduced himself as Officer Tim Bradford, her new TO. What followed was a history of bad timing and worse choices: stolen nights, broken vows, Isabel's return, Lucy's silence - and a secret that drove them apart. By the time Lucy transferred out of Mid-Wilshire, she swore she'd never look back. Now, she's a sergeant at Hollywood. A single mom. And she hasn't seen Tim in half a decade. Until a joint LAPD project forces them into the same room again. Until the memories they buried refuse to stay buried. Until the people they are now have to face everything the people they were left behind. Enemies. Lovers. Strangers. Partners. Some mistakes don't fade. Some of them grow - into scars, into secrets, into children with eyes too familiar to ignore.

"I will rearrange the stars Pull 'em down to where you are I promise I'll do better With every heartbeat I have left I'll defend your every breath" Tim Bradford Kidfic! Published : 3 | 31 | 25 Finished : ??? Status : Ongoing

"We're not doing matching outfits," Lucy muttered, glaring at the floral shirt in her hands. Tim leaned on the doorway with a smirk. "Says the woman who just married me in front of three agents and a box of Krispy Kremes." "Fake married." "Fake hot for me, too?" She threw the shirt at his face. "Don't flatter yourself, Bradford. I only pretend when I have to."