MEMORIES

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╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗What if you had moved on from patrol to work for metro, instead of Tim? Seeing officers from the station after an unexpected run-in which involved your team and Mid-Wilshire division, along comes old memories of when you were a rookie. Seeing some of the people you went through the program with now becoming training officers and detectives of their own. But one person who will always have your heart, along with who taught you to have a smart mouth, your old training officer, Tim Bradford.

The uniform was something like this (I know it's not identical to metro but you get the vibe. You were badass)

It was the yearly fire arm shooting skill day, in which you and the metro team gathered at a large shooting range for officers to show their training and practice, in order to keep up with duties as a metro officer. You've joined metro for a full year now after getting an offer to switch sides, because you were exceptionally talented and an outstanding at your job.

You couldn't lie, since switching to metro police you were challenged and put in much more dangerous situations. It wasn't like being a patrol officer or even a training officer. You and your team got called in for all the seriously ugly work, and you had to stay sharp at all times.

Six metro officers were lined up at the outdoor range, and being timed for how accurate each person could fire shots, without capping other 'mock' civilians and distractions in the background. The team had a bet that the person with the highest score got free drinks and whoever did the poorest was paying. You weren't about to loose the bet.

Firing each round with accuracy and agility, you felt very confident in your performance. Hitting all your targets head and chest areas spot on. While most of your team was near 'perfect' already... no one could reach your skills.

A sly grin formed on your face after finishing the first round of testing, knowing you were pretty damn close to best, if not that. Looking at your other partners, who were looking at you and shaking their heads. Working with all guys wasn't the easiest when it came to small talk, but you got used to it when you were surrounded by men for training officers and men being your rookies.

"My bets on y/n" one of your team members said out of breath, as they all shook their heads at you.

"Sorry guys, I wasn't lying about putting in work" you laughed, with a light coat of sweat covering your forehead.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

There were three rounds of testing, and just almost finishing the second round, a swarm of Mid-Wilshire cop cars flood the parking lot. Your eyes dash to the side for a split second in between firing rounds. Who the hell booked the range the same time as us? A swarm of patrol officers flood the side of the range as you try to keep focus on your task.

"Alright ten minute break, we'll pick up on third round once breaks over" the cop that was marking your scores yelled through the ear protection you were wearing.

Taking off your safety glasses and laying the long gun on the table, you pull off the ear protection to hear loud chatter in the distance.

"Be right back" you said to your team with a smile, and turn to face your old team who you recognized instantly from just voices alone.

Making your way over to the group of officers, you figured it was training day at the range for the rookies to see their ability to shoot under pressure. Flashbacks of your first time at the range with your training officer and then beating his score , flooded your memory.

"Ahh look it's y/n" Nolan yelled waving you over, which caught everyone on the team's attention. You felt like a famous person as a few women rookies sized you up in envy. There's hardly any representation in high up policing for women, so you felt a strong sense of accomplishment for being able to count yourself as one.

"Hey, I didn't know Metro would be here?" Angela questioned.

When you reach the group, you were swarmed with hugs, feeling the love from your old team who you considered family.

"Hey people, what's happening today?" You said to the rookies even though you knew exactly what was happening there today.

"Our first range day, and we're being timed" one of the rookies said looking too excited.

"You guys will do great, I'm sure of it" you reassured. Scanning the crowd.

"So, Sergeant y/n, do you miss us at all since your new promotion" Aaron chimed in, teasing you.

"Oh you know I do. I miss the old team dynamic we all had together" you replied with a big smile.

Just like that, an all too familiar body rose from the back of the group and you knew who it was without looking. Your subconscious tried to play it off as another officer but he wasn't just that. Bradford was your field training officer from when you first started six years ago, and you worked with him for three years, until you became your own training officer.

Tim's body moved through the crowd and headed straight toward you. Unfortunately the work boots you had still didn't account for the height difference, still looking up at him. You always wondered how he truly felt knowing one of his fellow rookies went on to do higher up things. He had taught you everything you had known for policing on the streets, which gave you a strong foundation to move up a rank.

"Sergeant y/n" Tim said towering in front of you, as the rest of the team dispersed to get their safety equipment.

"Officer Bradford" you grinned and reached out to shake his hand "how's t.o duty been with this group" you added

Bradford rolled his eyes and scoffed "Oh you know, not much better than when I trained you... They're still fresh out of the academy, but I think some of them have great potential" he said proudly

"Come on I wasn't that much of a pain in the ass, was I?" You joked, knowing you most definitely were.

"That's not a conversation I have time to get into right now" his eyes scanned your face. Not seeing you very often had honestly killed him on the inside, even though you never knew. He had a special connection with you, and while having you working at his level being a training officer was nice, not being able to see you as much in metro had played on his emotions more than he thought.

"Well then... I should get back to-" you turned towards your team and pointed a finger.

"How about you come by the station for old times sake? Grey would love to see you. You'll never believe it but they gave me my own office" he leaned down towards your ear.

"You're kidding... how bout I stop by after shift?" you asked. Why am I smiling so much....

"I'll be there" he added giving you a tight smile.

Walking away from him and all the old memories had pulled on your heart strings a little. The feeling of seeing Tim and having a conversation was something way overdue.

There were the feelings you thought you'd buried when you left patrol.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

At the end of shift, everyone praised you for getting best time and best accuracy out of the group. A mini celebration that would be held later with free drinks. You headed over to Mid-Wilshire division where your whole career started. Going to check in with Sergeant Grey, Detective Chen, and a few others that weren't at the range. 

When you walked through the doors, you felt at home again. Grey greeted you with open arms and welcomed your presence to the station after not seeing you for over half a year. What turned out to be a half hour of conversation, got interrupted by Bradford knocking on Greys office door.

"Hey, not interrupting am I?" He made his way in to the office.

"No not at all, just catching up with Sergeant y/n and her crazy stories from metro. God it will never feel real to call you sergeant" Grey said standing up to give you one last hug. You said your goodbyes and promised him to visit more often. Following Tim out towards the hall where his office was located.

"I thought you weren't gonna show" he said leading in front of you.

"Are you kidding. I would never turn down the opportunity to see my favourite t.o" you said sarcastically. Tim rolled his eyes at you even though you never saw it.

When he opened the door to one of the old offices, you looked around the inside and bit your tongue from saying something you'd regret.

"It's all mine" he said with some excitement, walking around the room like it was a palace.

"Mmm nice" you walked around inspecting the office "looks like it needs a dusting" you laughed and trailed a finger over the filing cabinets, showing him the dust that had accumulated.

"Okay stop it" he said playfully and grabbed your wrist to stop from further embarrassing him.

You look down to your wrist that is being squeezed by Tim's hand and took a breath to keep your head on straight. His fingers so long that they wrapped around your wrists easily.

"Sorry I-" he muttered awkwardly and let go of you.

"It's fine really" you tried to laugh it off, but why did you like the close contact so much?

"Admit something for me" he questioned, leaning against the side of his desk with his arms crossed. You nodded quick but confused.

"You miss it here, you miss how it used to be. The old dynamic, I mean it's just not the same without-" his words cut off and he looked into your eyes. Not the same without you he was thinking.

"Well yea I definitely miss my job here. A lot less stressful that's for sure" you reflected in your mind what it used to be like, and you didn't notice but you legs were slowly making their way towards him.

"We might be looking for a new captain soon, there's talk of retirement" he gazed down at you, now standing in front of him. You were lost in the tone of his voice and the way he looked so softly at you.

"Very funny, you want me to be a captain? How about you come over to metro, we're looking for a spot on the team you know" you added, suddenly your breathing was unsteady. He took a hand and brushed the hair that had fallen in front of your face and tucked it behind your ear.

Why do I need him so bad... it's been so many years.

"You know I can't do that" the tone of his words was heavy and filled with desire, his eyes examining your lips. So close to him, you could smell the faint scent of his cologne.

"Why, what's stopping you?" You slowly spoke the words, wondering you were asking about job positions or what was stopping him from finally giving into you. He couldn't date you, that's why.

He didn't take a second to think about what you had said but instead took it as a hint of what you wanted. His hands covered both sides of your face and walked you backwards, slamming his office door with one hand, pushing you up against the back of it. The window in his office still had the blinds open for anyone who passed by to see. 

This is actually happening.... And it's everything I wanted

You exchanged deep kisses like you were starving for each other. His hands working off your button up top and exposing your satin bra that had shown the perfect amount of cleavage. He wouldn't leave your mouth for a second, waiting so many years and now it was served on a platter in front of him.

"Fuck" he whimpered between tasting your tongue and your lips. His plea for you had made your wet area even more drenched to feel him inside you.

Your hands were reaching for everything on his body, trying to undo whatever they could without being able to see anything. Your body becoming light headed from how intense his actions were.

"I need you so bad" he groaned as he unbuckled his duty belt, throwing it on a chair nearby. Moving to unzip your jeans and letting them fall to the floor.

"please" you begged him as you made your way towards the window, in which you just realized had been open for anyone to see inside.

"the blinds Tim" you shouted breaking off of his lips. Like hell you were going to have sex for the whole station to see.

He turned you around and pressed your face into the cold glass, your eyes dashing back and forth the hallway to see if anyone was close, feeling extremely exposed.

"You want this don't you? Scared of getting caught y/n?" He taunted while you could hear the clinking of something behind you.

"Yes I do, I want it" your words came out funny from your mouth being squat into the glass. But nobody knew how much you wanted it more than him, you've wanted this for so long.

"Well it's either take your chances or walk away" he demanded and you felt hard metal squeeze your wrists tight. Fucking handcuffs. He backed up a step from you, giving you an opportunity to say no and walk away.

Walk away from this crazy situation of being exposed with your hands cuffed behind your back... would be a smart move but honestly it turned you on more. You wanted wild and he was giving it to you.

"Do you want it?" He slapped his big rough hand across your exposed ass, causing you to shift from the short burst of pain.

"Yes I want it" you were practically begging for him to have his way with you.

Two fingers brushed over your panties, slipping a finger underneath to feel just how wet you were for him. Your face bright red wondering if anyone would pass by with your body exposed for them to see.

His mouth made its way to your neck as you bit down on your lip from the flooding of pleasure that filled your body. His fingers slid into your entrance with ease from the mess you made. Teasing you with a few slow pumps in and out. A quiet moan left your lips as he was edging you so badly with just half the length of his two fingers.

"Mm more" you choked out. Your hands unable to move to touch him the way you wanted to so badly. He took your plea and buried his fingers all the way inside you, to the last knuckle. He curled his fingers a way that hit all the right spots, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

"Fuck Tim" you cried as he enjoyed every minute of watching you vulnerable and so needy under his touch.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He grunted in your ear.

"I need you to fuck me" you begged, the friction of your face pressed tight to the glass had made it impossible to keep an eye for anyone coming by.

He kept you in the same position as his the lower half of his clothing had disappeared to the floor. Your panties pulled to the side, teasing his wet tip to mix with the soaked mess near your entrance. Sinking a few inches into you, your voice couldn't keep quiet.

"Oh fuck" you whined, your hands desperate to grab onto something through the handcuffs. His body molded into yours, your walls clenching around his thick size.

"Your pretty face on display for anyone to see" he huffed at the pace he was starting to pick up. "You're so fucking beautiful" he continued.

The inability to grab something to release the pain was making your body shift under his grip. Every nerve in your body was on fire from his hard thrusts. Skin smacking together filled the room and you could feel your ass stinging in pain, from his harsh slaps.

"Fuck" you cried out. The pain was slowly turning to pleasure as he kept a brutal hard pace. Your eyes squeezed shut, not caring if anyone seen you at this point.

"That's right, let me hear you. Fuck your so tight" he breathed out quick. Every slap to your ass made you squirm more. A burning sting stayed consistent on your ass, turning a bright pink colour with his big hand print marking you.

Although your vision was fuzzy, Tim noticed an officer opening the door at the end of the hall and pulled you back by your neck. Reaching a hand over quickly to shut the blinds.

He wasn't really about to let someone see what you were doing.

Holding you up by your throat, he fucked you harder than ever you had before. Your body had gone numb to his thrusts and your orgasm was quickly approaching.

"Oh my god yes, I'm gonna cum" you panted. Your words sloppy from getting hit hard from behind.

He kept the rhythm steady but slower, letting you really ride out your high. Feeling his dick twitching inside you, which meant he was close himself.

Your hands brushing against whatever they could, feeling his sweaty stomach muscles on your finger tips. You came undone while he was still inside you. The weight of your body wanting to fall on the floor as he held you up by your shoulders.

The throbbing pulse rippling inside your body was tightening against his dick, while he came inside of you. The two of you both covered in sweat and exhausted from what just happened. I could get used to this.

That was memorable.