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Assistant: Title: After The Storm
        Author: moderatelydelusional moderatelydelusional 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: In the aftermath of the wildfire, Lucy answers Tim's question leading to them starting the next chapter of their story. Seth doesn't notice a mistake he makes which lands Tim and Lucy right on his case.ORIn which, Tim and Lucy get back together and Seth is in their crosshairs.(7x09 spec/what-if)
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              In the aftermath of the wildfire, Lucy answers Tim's question leading to them starting the next chapter of their story. Seth doesn't notice a mistake he makes which lands Tim and Lucy right on his case.ORIn which, Tim and Lucy get back together and Seth is in their crosshairs.(7x09 spec/what-if)
            
        

        
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  With their take-home respirators in hand, Tim and Lucy join Angela, Celina, Seth, and Grey in the waiting room. 
 
  “Hey,” Tim says, gaining their attention, “We heard about James. Any update?”
 
  “He’s still in surgery,” Angela answers. She leads the groups gaze down the hallway to where Nyla is sitting by herself in a row of waiting chairs. “She’s a wreck.” 
 
  Tim nods, his expression sympathetic. 
 
  “Of course she is,” Lucy says, her voice low and soft. 
 
  Tim turns his attention to Grey now. “Any leads on the shooter?” 
 
  “Some. Nolan and Penn are chasing down one. If you and Chen are good, I could use back on the streets chasing down another.” 
 
  Tim looks at Lucy, who nods once at Tim and then at Grey. “We’re good. Just let us clean up and we’ll get back out there.” 
 
  Grey nods and gives them a half dismissive wave. “Juarez can give you a ride back to the station. I’m keeping Ridley with me and Lopez is staying with Harper. Radio when you’re back on.” 
 
  The group disbursed. Angela took a seat beside Nyla and cupped her hand in hers. Grey moved off to speak to a triage nurse. Celina led the way for Tim and Lucy to where she was parked outside, and Seth followed in tow. 
 
  “Officer Chen?” Seth’s voice stopped Lucy and earned him her attention. “I– I really am glad you and Sergeant Bradford are ok.” 
 
  Lucy watched him, studying him like she was waiting for something to become obvious. Then, she took a step toward him and asked: “Did they really not tell us the road wasn’t safe?” 
 
  Seth gulped and plunged his hands deep into his pant pockets. He shook his head and feigned ignorance. “N-No, I-I-I- Last communication from N-W-S was about the opposite side of the mountain.” He shrugged, then flew left hand from his pocket and held it between them, not noticing the scrunched up paper that flew out with it, “but I promise you, boy did I give it to them.” 
 
  “Uh-huh,” Lucy half nodded in response. 
 
  Satisfied, Seth pressed his lips together in a half-smile. “I better get back to the boss.” 
 
  Lucy watched as Seth practically ran away from her. It wasn’t until he dipped through a set of double doors, the same doors she’d seen Grey walk through a few moments back, that she noticed the paper lying on the floor. 
 
  She’d been rolling her eyes when she caught sight of it. It was completely out of place and stole her interest. She bent down to pick it up. Yellow lined paper, rough like the note pads available to them at the station. 
 
  As she stood her hands started to unravel it. 
 
  “Lucy!” 
 
  Tim’s voice pulled her attention away. He stood holding a door open, his ventilator between the door and his palm, and his other hand lifted lazily and waved to her to follow him. 
 
  Lucy pushed the paper into her pocket and caught up to him. 
*     *     *
  Celina had only pulled to the curb of the station to let her two superiors out, before she was hailed to respond to an incoming call and took off with the emergency lights on. 
 
  “Hey, do you think we have time to swing by my apartment?” Lucy asked as Tim pushed the station door open and waited for her to walk through, allowing her to go first. 
 
  “Probably not. Why?” 
 
  “I just need a really good shower and the water pressure here sucks.” 
 
  Tim took a breath and considered, following Lucy into the building. “Maybe not to your apartment but we can grab our stuff and shower at mine.” 
 
  Lucy nodded and met Tim at the garage a few moments later with her spare uniform tucked away in her war bag. Tim had his own war bag slung over his shoulder and was reading the tag on the set of car keys he was given. Since his shop was burnt to a crisp on Eagle Rock road, he’d been given a new shop. 
 
  They found the near identical vehicle and loaded their war bags into the back. 
*     *     *
  When they reached Tim’s house, the place looked a lot tidier than it had when he left. The bench beside his front door was no longer a hoarding spot for his about-to-be-stolen property. The bookshelves had been reorganised and the couch re-centered. The only things still missing were his coffee table and flatscreen TV. 
 
  “Did Genny do this?” Lucy asked, smiling at the evidence of kindness. 
 
  “Must have.” Tim smiled to himself, of course Genny would. He made a mental note to call and thank her later “Do you want the first shower?” He asked, turning his attention back to Lucy. 
 
  She shook her head and dropped her folded uniform on the now empty bench beside them. “No, you go. You smell worse than me.” 
 
  She was already grinning proudly when he looked back at her with a feigned offended expression. She chuckled and he rolled his eyes, shooting her a quick smile before disappearing into his bedroom. 
 
  Lucy followed and leant against the door frame and folded her arms over her chest. “Do you think James will be ok?” 
 
  Tim unbuckled his duty belt, flipping off the quick-release straps, and laid it on his bed and started to pull out his shirt. 
 
  “I hope so.” He looked at Lucy then, who was watching him. “Yeah, he’ll be ok. Doesn’t sound like the bullets hit any major organs or arteries, so,” he tossed his work shirt on the bed and started releasing the vest. “Besides, Harper would kill him if he died, and that fact alone has got to make him pull through.” 
 
  When Tim’s hands started to gather the hem of his white shirt, Lucy took that as her sign to leave. 
 
  She wandered back to the living room, listening as the shower turned on, and sauntered passed the bookshelves, taking in every book title, ornament, every piece of memorabilia, every photo… She smiled at the framed photo of Tim with Genny, then the one of Tim with her and Angela in his arms. 
 
  She smiled at that memory, but her heart started to beat a little faster. 
 
  She crossed to the opposite side of the room and came to a stop by the photo of the two of them on the beach during a call. They’d been headed back to the shop, fighting every step against the sand, when he’d taken out his phone and held it above them. 
 
  
    What are you doing? 
  
  Lucy had laughed as she fell into frame, getting closer to Tim, and gave the camera her best smile. . 
 
  
    Nothing. I just look good! 
  
  He joked, and snapped the photo. 
 
  
    You’re an idiot. 
  
 
  Lucy’s smile grew. They hadn’t even been dating in this moment, but she knew he was capturing a moment in time of them. It’d been one of the small moments compiling together to a much bigger reveal: they were in love with each other. 
 
  Lucy felt her heart beating heavily in her chest. She looked back to Tims bedroom door, where the shower was running in the ensuite, and felt every fibre of her body be pulled like a magnet. 
 
  Before she knew what she was doing, her heart was guiding her to his bedroom and commanding her body to strip off her clothes. She left them in a heap at the foot of Tim’s bed and pressed into the ensuite. 
 
  Tim had just finished rinsing off his shampoo when he felt the door of the shower open behind him. 
 
  He turned in time to see a naked Lucy joining him, her eyes big and wide, her lips slightly parted, and her eyes completely locked on him. 
 
  He was frozen, almost like if he made a sudden move she’d run away. His mind was racing, his heart going just as fast, and somehow in his panic blood had still started to rush south. 
 
  “It is a yes,” she says, emphasising each word. “I do still love you.” 
 
  His heart takes over then and he cups her face in his hands and joins their lips together. 
 
  Her eyes fall closed as she kisses him back. One hand comes to rest on his slippery chest while the other takes gentle hold of his wrist. She can feel her eyes beginning to burn, she’s wanted this moment for so long but her fear kept her from meeting him halfway. Then, to almost lose him a few hours ago, to almost lose herself, it took away her fear of him. Her love for the man against her palms was stronger and more aggressive than the fear of letting him in again. 
 
  The hand on his wrist travelled to the back of his neck then and she pushed against him to deepen the kiss. She arched her body into him and bent her knee against his thigh. 
 
  Their tongues danced together as Tim deepened the kiss even more. A hand fell from her face and pushed down her body until it cupped the outside of her thigh, keeping her leg bent against him. He pulled the thigh even higher and repositioned Lucy so her back was against the tiled shower wall, shielding her from the spray of the showerhead and making it so the water landed on his back instead. 
 
  Lucy pushed onto her tip toes of her other foot and held onto Tim with the hand on his neck. Her other hand found the biceps of the arm holding her thigh. 
 
  Tim pushed his hips against her, his hardening c@ck pressing firm against her core. 
 
  She moaned into his mouth and rolled against him. Her core was hot and throbbing over his length. 
 
  “We said this couldn’t happen again,” Tim gravelled with his lips still against hers. “I’m in your chain of command.” 
 
  “We both know we were talking b@llsh@t,” she kissed him again. “I want you.” 
 
  “Just for s@x, or…” 
 
  Lucy broke their lips away then and rested their foreheads together. 
 
  “Everything,” she pulled away and rested entirely on the wall against her back. She searched his eyes and knew he needed to have it spelled out for him. He needed clarity. “I mean it, Tim. I want you for everything.” Her fingers found his chin and the pads of her fingertips feathered over his lips. “Forever.” 
 
  She swallowed  and shook her head. “We still have a lot to work out, but…” her eyes met his. “I’m all in if you are.” 
 
  Tim nodded and the hand still cupping Lucy’s face moved up to cup the side of her head; pressing her wet hair against her. 
 
  “I’m all in.” 
 
  Their lips crashed together again, their bodies aching with need for the other. They became frantic and needy, desperate to have the other as close as possible. 
 
  It wasn’t too long before Tim was lowering himself down and pulling Lucy up against him, positioning their crotches together. Lucys hand slipped between them and took hold of his hard c@ck. She positioned the tip against her entrance and lowered until the tip was fully in. She gasped at the stretch, then held on to Tim’s arm as he took over and pushed all the way in. 
 
  Tim’s hand on Lucy’s thigh moved higher to cup her ass, and his other hand held onto her hip. Lucy’s hand wrapped around his shoulders and held on, while her other hand gripped onto his bicep. 
 
  Despite the kissing having stopped for the moment, their mouths never parted once, even as Tim started to move. He pulled her hips away from the wall and angled them into him, allowing himself a better advantage. The thrusts were long and slow, full of love and warmth for each other, until their climaxes started to creep up on both of them and their bodies craved more. 
 
  The trusts became shorter and faster, Lucy’s own rhythm becoming more frantic and desperate. 
 
  Lucy's head fell back against the tiled wall, her eyes slamming shut. 
 
  “Oh, f@ck,” she whimpered. 
 
  Tim’s mouth attached itself to her exposed neck like a reflex, the sensation causing another whimper and moan from Lucy. He sucked and licked the wet skin, and groaned as he felt the familiar pleasure stirring low in his belly. 
 
  Lucy’s breathing sucked and hiked, her moans turning into little cries. Both her arms wrapped around Tim’s shoulders and held him close. Her entire body ignited and dazzled as her @rg@sm took over. 
 
  “F@ck! Tim!” 
 
  Despite his own @rg@sm warning him, he kept up the pace even as she tightened around his c@ck. He wanted to work her through it, send her flying over the edge the way she deserves. He pulled his mouth from her neck and found her lips again and she screamed and moaned into him as her @rg@sm consumed her. 
 
  Only when he could feel her relaxing against him did he allow his own @rg@sm to take him. 
 
  A burning sensation of pleasure and ecstasy burned low in his belly, crashing him into like waves again and again until it all became too much. 
 
  He gasped into her mouth and gripped her body in her hands as tight as he could. In a split second moment he pulled his hips away from Lucy, his c@ck sprung out between them and spilled on her stomach. 
 
  Lucy wrapped her hand lightly around him, smiling against his lips as Tim whimpered and gasped at her touch. She stroked him up and down slowly, applying only enough pressure to encourage the rest of his @rg@sm to fill him and spill out. 
 
  She took another hit against her stomach, the warmth of him standing out from the warmth of the shower water, and then he tapped her hand away. 
 
  They breathed together, holding each other, and guiding each other back to earth. 
 
  When he had most of his brain back, Tim cupped her face again and kissed her gently. 
 
  They made quick work of washing under the warm water. Tim had turned Lucy around so her back was against his front, and dedicated time to cleaning her. She let her eyes close and her head fall back against his shoulder as he massaged soap into her hair and ran a soapy loafer over her body. Then turned her back around to rinse her hair under the water. 
 
  She assisted him here, and took over making sure all the soap was out before they turned off the water. 
 
  They kissed again before Tim reached out of the shower and handed Lucy the towel he’d set aside for himself. 
 
  He opened the towel and threw it over her head, earning him a playful slap and a full laugh from Lucy as she freed herself. 
 
  “You’re such a child,” she smiled.
 
  Tim shrugged, a beaming smiling adorning his face, and took another towel from the cabinet under his sink. He let the towel fall open and dried his face first before moving to his body. 
 
  He watched as Lucy dried herself off and squeezed the ends of her hair in the fabric. They're both almost completely dry when Tim finally has the courage to ask:
 
  “Do I really have you back? Or was this just a… we-almost-died… thing?” 
 
  Lucy lifted her head to look at him, the towel draped in front of her body. 
  He looks soft, but there’s something in his eyes that tells her he’s preparing to be rejected. There’s a little nagging voice inside her that tells her to reject him, to tell him this was just adrenaline after-the-fact fuelled we-almost-died s@x and they said in the shower means nothing out here. 
 
  But she doesn’t listen to that voice. It’s the voice of the fear she’s trying to squash. Instead, she listens to her heart which is screaming at her to give him the clarity he needs. Not only for his sake, but hers. She needed this clarity as much as he did, she needed to hear herself admit it. To put the words into the air and have them be solidify the next chapter of their story. 
 
  She gives him a kind smile and nods. “You really have me back.” 
 
  The expression on his face then is something Lucy will remember the rest of her life. The way his entire body relaxes but tenses at the same time, the way his eyes seem to be more blue than they’ve ever been before, the way his smile is both of pure love and joy, and she could even swear he was about to cry but he bows his head before he lets the tears appear. 
 
  Lucy closes the gap between them and presses her body against his, her hand coming up to rest on his chest.
 
  Tim places a gentle hand against her head and smiles at her. 
 
  Then, a startling reminder crashes into them both simultaneously and brings them back to reality. 
 
  The radios on their duty belts crackled to life. 
 
  “Sh@t,” Tim hisses and heads out to his bedroom to retrieve the device. “7-Adam-100, go ahead.” 
 
  
    “Just checking in,”
  
   Grey’s voice comes through the other end. 
  
    “How long until you’re back on the road? I need you to check out an address.” 
  
 
  Lucy quickly finishes drying and starts pulling her clean uniform from her bag. Slipping on underwear, bike shorts, and a sports bra before climbing into the rest of her clothes. 
 
  “We’re heading back out now. Send the details to my box.” 
 
  Tim makes quick work of changing into a fresh uniform while Lucy uses the bathroom mirror to secure her hair into a bun. Tim starts scooping up their dirty clothes to take to the laundry, and as he’s picking up Lucy’s uniform from the floor the yellow scrunched paper falls out. 
 
  Curious, he picks it up and unravels it, reading the two lined message scribbled inside:
 
  
    EAGLE ROCK ROAD
    
      
    
    DANGER – HARD CLOSURE 
  
 
  His brows furrow as he reads and re-reads the scribbled message again and again. 
 
  “Lucy?” 
 
  Lucy walks back out of the ensuite, her hair wrapped in a tight bun. Tim holds up the paper. 
 
  “What’s this?” 
 
  “It fell out of Ridley’s pocket at the hospital.” 
 
  “Have you read it?” 
 
  “No. What does it say?” 
 
  Tim turns the paper around so she can see the writing. She reads the message once then takes the paper from Tim and reads it again. 
 
  “This is Ridley's handwriting,” she says, re-reading the scribble a third time. 
 
  Tim’s eyes go wide and he takes a small step forward. “That’s Ridley’s handwriting?” He asks sternly. “You’re sure?” 
 
  Her head flies up and her eyes land on his. “Yes! Of course I’m sure,” she says, the frustration of the realisation settling in. “I’ve had to read his reports every day for the last three months. God!” She shakes her head and looks back to the paper. “I knew he was lying! I should never have…” She looks back to him, anger ever present in her eyes. “We almost died, Tim!” 
 
  “I know, I was there,” he takes the paper back and folds it into a square. “Look, we can’t deal with this right now, we have to focus on James and the shooter. But after,” he puts the paper in his pocket and places a hand on Lucy’s shoulder. “I don’t want him anywhere near you. I’ll reassign Ridley to me, Penn can stay with Nolan. Or the other way around. It doesn’t matter, but you’re done with him.”
 
  Lucy tilts her head at Tim, but instead of calling him out and defending her need to be protected, she concedes to his plan with a nod. 
 
  “We have to tell Grey,” she says. 
 
  Tim nods. “I agree, but not yet. Let me handle this. Come on, we gotta go.” 
 
  As they head back out to the shop and climb in, Lucy can’t help feeling a little nervous about what Tim’s idea of 
  
    handling this
  
   meant. 
 
  “What are you going to do?” 
 
  “Exactly what I said I’d do,” he explained and put the shop in drive. “I’m going to follow up with the N-W-S, they’ll confirm they did tell us Eagle Rock was closed before we were sent there, and then I’ll question Ridley until he backs himself into a corner he can’t get out of.” He glanced at Lucy. “I don’t know what game this kid is playing, or what’s going on with him, but he’s going to get someone killed– he almost did.” He shakes his head. 
 
  Lucy noticed the way Tim was white-knuckling the steering wheel, but it wasn’t just anger he was experiencing: it was fear as well. She placed her hand on his arm and immediately felt him melt under her touch. 
 
  “You know, in a way,” Lucy started, hoping her upbeat tone and smile did something to pull Tim out of his head. “Him almost getting us killed is the reason we’re back together.” 
 
  It started to work, because the noise that left Tim then was a mixture of a scoff, a chuckle, and a gasp. He rolled his eyes and shot Lucy a half-smile. “Okay, when I’m backing him into a corner I’ll make sure to also thank him.” 
 
  Lucy’s giggle is what pulled him the rest of the way out of his head. He looked across at her and adorned his face with a soft smile. Then, his hand free hand came up to rest over hers on his arm. He gave her hand a little squeeze then rubbed his thumb across her knuckles. 
 
  “Yeah,” he said, softly. 
 
  
    Back together. 
  
 
  He replayed her words in his head over and over. 
 
  
    Back together. 
  
 
  Finally.'
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