She knows better than to let him touch her. But behind closed doors, better doesn't matter. It's the way he pulls her close like she already belongs there. The way her breath breaks when his mouth finds her skin. The way she forgets her own name when he says it low enough. No one sees what happens in the dark. And she'd rather die than admit how much she needs it.

Tim Bradford doesn't believe in distractions - which is exactly why Sergeant Lucy Chen is becoming one. She transfers in polished, composed, and entirely unimpressed by his reputation, meeting every dry remark with a steadier one of her own. He doesn't go easy on people, but he doesn't go hard on her either, and that line between professional and personal starts to blur in the quiet moments - shared patrol cars, lingering eye contact, the kind of teasing that sounds harmless until it isn't. She carries herself like someone who has more waiting for her than just the job, and Tim tells himself he doesn't need to know what that is. He just needs to remember she's his partner - and nothing else.

this story takes place in tim house after jackson died and angela was kidnapped. lucy is sleeping on tim's couch. (4x1) this story shows what if wesley never called tim. the lucy: or tim: shows whose perspective the part is in.

Everyone had known that Tim and Lucy have been together since that uc mission that was 5 years ago but what they hadn't known was that Lucy has gotten pregnant two times and they are now living a private life with a 5 year old son and a 3 year old daughter.

When Lucy Chen, a sharp and ambitious defense attorney, and Tim Bradford, a no-nonsense LAPD patrol sergeant, discover they've been signed up for LA's hottest new dating show without their consent, they're less than thrilled-especially when they realize they already know each other from their professional run-ins in court and on cases. Forced into close quarters with cameras rolling 24/7, the by-the-book cop and the passionate lawyer who've spent years professionally sparring must navigate ridiculous dating challenges, eliminate other contestants, and somehow convince producers (and themselves) that they're actually compatible. Between their clashing worldviews, undeniable chemistry, and the mounting pressure to either couple up or get voted off, the line between what's real and what's for the cameras begins to blur. But when the competition heats up and real feelings start creeping in, both Tim and Lucy have to decide: are they willing to cross the borderline between professional adversaries and something more-or will they walk away before anyone gets hurt?

Lucy Chen had just graduated from the police academy. It should have been one of the happiest days of her life-but instead, she was standing alone with tears burning in her eyes. Her parents' disappointment still echoed in her head. They hadn't hugged her, hadn't congratulated her. They despised the idea of their daughter becoming a police officer, and they hadn't bothered to hide it. The weight of their words followed her all the way home. She had gone straight to her boyfriend, needing comfort, needing someone to tell her she had made the right choice. Instead, she had found him in bed with someone else. So Lucy canceled their planned vacation together. And then she rebooked it-for herself. Hawaii would be her escape. One last week of freedom before she started her new job. One week to breathe, to forget, to feel like herself again. Tim Bradford had spent the past year holding his life together by sheer force of will. His wife's undercover assignment had consumed everything-their marriage, their plans, their sense of normalcy. He had believed that once the mission was over, things would go back to the way they were. They didn't. Instead of packing for a vacation together, he was signing divorce papers. So Tim went to Hawaii alone, hoping the sun, the ocean, and a few too many drinks would quiet the noise in his head.

Tim and Lucy never meant to cross the line. But the line kept blurring - with every near-miss, every late-night call, and every moment they weren't supposed to want more. A story of slow-burn love, broken pasts, and finding home in each other.

The man in the corner-the guard assigned by our families to ensure the union is 'properly consummated' watches us with dispassionate eyes. It makes my skin crawl, but then Tim shifts his hips, and a sharp gasp tears from my throat, drowning out everything else. I bury my face in the crook of his neck to hide from the guard, inhaling the scent of sandalwood and expensive whiskey. My fingers dig into his shoulders as the rhythm builds. "Tell me something about you," he murmurs against my hair, his voice ragged but clear despite the exertion. "What?" I moan, confused and dizzy, pressing my lips to the damp skin of his neck in a desperate attempt to anchor myself. He slows his pace just enough to force me to focus, pulling back slightly so he can look me in the eye, even as his body remains connected to mine. "I want to get to know my wife."