Dawning on her mask as she got out of her car, Lucy looked around, barely recognizing the city before her. It's June, 2020 and the pandemic had been raging for nearly 4 months. The police precinct parking garage had been transformed into a COVID-19 testing site. A long, though socially distanced, line of people spiraled around the garage and into a pop up tent, which had been stationed directly opposite of the precinct. The faint sound of coughing and sniffling echoed through the garage, and Lucy was in no mood to stick around any longer. She grabs her purse and quickly makes her way to the entrance of the station.

As luck would have it, Tim is walking in at the same time.

"Hey Boot, How'ya doing." He asks, looking at her with a passive expression. His unreadable face had become a constant for her.

"Good. You?" She responds, suddenly a bit nervous. Lucy doesn't even realize that he had called her Boot, which she would normally have something to say about. She has a question to ask him, but she really isn't sure how it will go down. It's actually been on her mind since the pandemic began.

Tim looks at her a bit strangely, almost wanting to say something, but he chooses not to, and lets it go.

"Fine." he mutters.

They haven't worked together in a few months since Lucy became a P2. Tim won't admit it to anyone aloud, but he did miss her. His shop had been rather quiet without her talking up a storm everyday. He even missed her singing along to the radio or humming the tunes in her head.

Lucy and Tim walk together in silence to the briefing room, and take their seats. Their seats are spaced out, so that instead of three to a table, it is now two, with them sitting as far away from the other as possible. Lucy takes a seat at the table with Jackson. Nolan sits at the table next to them. Tim takes the row behind them with Lopez. Looking around the room, she notes the masks everyone is wearing - some are wearing theirs under their nose, but for the most part, everyone is obliging with the new standards of the pandemic. She turns to look at Tim, and silently curses the mask for covering the majority of his face. She already has a hard time reading him, and the mask makes it much harder. She nervously taps the desk with her finger as she waits for Sergeant Gray to begin the morning briefing.

He enters the room, which puts an end to the hushed chit chat which had been ongoing in the room. Lucy had been so consumed in her own thoughts that she didn't even recognize his presence at first. It's only once that Gray begins speaking that she looks up and refocuses her attention.

The seats at the front of the room are empty. The new rookie class had bailed on the first day, leaving the TOs without work to do. Tim wasn't too disappointed, he enjoyed riding by himself, and now he didn't need to listen to another rookie's endless problems, in the 6 hours they had ridden together he could already tell he hated his rookie - though he didn't mind listening to Chen's.

"Alright, everyone," Gray addresses, "we are going through an unusual June heatwave, expect crime levels, irritability, and medical issues to be more frequent and more intense." He pauses, looking down at the rest of his paper.

"In the interest of safety, we'll be going out in pairs. Bradford and Chen, Harper and Nolan, and Lopez and West."

Lucy's breath hitches and she can feel the blood pumping through her veins more intensely than a second ago.

Lucy scowls to herself. Why was she acting like such an idiot right now? It was just a question, right?

Lucy absentmindedly listens to the rest of the briefing, and as soon as he is finished, she shoots up out of her seat and goes to meet Tim. He notices the extra bounce in her step today, and isn't sure what to make of it.

"I'll go get our gear." She volunteers, before Tim can command her and refer to her as Boot. She isn't granted reprieve from that name though, as Tim responds.

"You do that, Boot."

Lucy rolls her eyes and turns on her heel, heading towards the weapons desk. Tim follows her, slowly behind. He definitely notes something off about her today. He is debating whether he should ask. He puts the thought to the back of his mind, and promises to address it if the weirdness continues.

In the shop, Lucy keeps turning over to look at Tim. He catches her doing it several times out of the corner of his eye. He also sees her fidget with her finger nails, nervously tapping her leg against the floor of the car.

He rolls his eyes and finally addresses the elephant in the car.

"Okay, what is it? You have been acting crazed all morning, and I am not in the mood to watch you be an anxious mess for the rest of the day. So, seriously, what's wrong?"

Lucy is caught off guard by his inquiry. She hadn't even realized that she had picked her cuticle bed raw. She turns to look at him, really look at him. God, he looks good in that uniform. His mask matches the color of his uniform, and is embossed with LAPD in the right corner. He is wearing a stern, yet concerned expression on his face. At least, she thinks he is. She can't tell for sure with the mask on.

"Uh- Um." She stutters.

"Spit it out, Boot."

She throws him a quick glare.

"So… As you know," she turns her body to face him, she is really going to do this, huh. "We're in a pandemic.."

Tim interrupts. "I'm well aware." He says dryly.

"And, well, um, the CDC has recommended that we try to limit contact to people only within our bubble." She pauses. "And, you're in my bubble,"

Tim frowns and purses his lips. Where is this going?

"And, it's been a while since I've had some, well any..." Lucy stops, trying to find the least embarrassing word. "Contact, with anyone."

Tim finally understands what is happening here. For once, Lucy catches him truly shocked. She almost wants to laugh because the sight is so funny, but she stops, reminding herself of the situation she is in.

"And, I really, really need to have an orga…" Lucy stops herself, " let off some steam." Lucy says, then immediately burying her face into her hands. This is stupid, why did she think it was even a remotely good idea to ask her former TO to be her hook up buddy?

Tim opens his mouth a few times, but he doesn't know what to say. Awkward silence fills the car, and Lucy desperately tries to transport herself anywhere else.

After a minute, Tim interrupts the quiet.

"Why me?"

"Well, I mean, I kind of got the vibe these past few months that maybe there was something more to our friendship. And you are no longer my TO. But I think most of all, I trust you and I feel comfortable around you. I don't know many people that I can be my true self around." She adds, softly.

Tim remains silent, pondering her words. He wouldn't lie and say that he hadn't noticed it either. They had gotten a little more touchy with each other outside of work - the playful nudge against the shoulder, Lucy's hand occasionally making contact with his arm or thigh, that one hug that had lasted a bit too long for a platonic friendship. They had also hung out a lot more since she became a P2. He had to admit that it did add up.

He and Rachel had also broken up shortly before the pandemic started, and he also missed the physical contact.

Was he really considering this?

Lucy watches him as he absorbs her words. She wants to pull her knees up to her chest and disappear. She wonders how she managed to have this conversation sober. She is both in awe of her forwardness, and cursing it at the same time. He is silent, staring straight ahead, but she can tell by the furrow in his brow that he is deep in thought.

"Ok, fine. I'll be your pandemic hook up buddy." He says, in a nonchalant voice that Lucy can hardly believe.

Did he really just say yes? She stammers for a bit.

"Oh! Okay! Awesome!" She says a bit too excitedly. She realizes how eager she sounds, and tries to backpedal a bit, "Uh, I mean, cool." She nods her head and tries to mimic Tim's casual demeanor. He can see right through it, but he kind of loves when she gets like this. He thinks that it's cute. He bites his lip to keep from smiling.

"So, like, should I come over to your place tonight? Unless you want Jackson to know about this… arrangement?"

Tim shrugs. "If you want."

Lucy sits back in her seat, and exhales. She and Tim are going to hook up! It's finally happening.


Lucy rushes home after her shift. She wished that she had thought to shave her legs this morning before she offered to stop by Tim's house tonight. She takes the fastest shower of her life, shaving her legs in record speed, She stops to admire how soft they feel, and she is a bit proud of herself for not missing a single patch.

From her drawer, she debates which pantie set she should wear. Black, Lacy, Classy? Or Red, See Through, and Sexy? She settles on the former, and then dresses in her skinny jeans and a loose fitting white T-Shirt. Her wet hair is tied into a ponytail, and she pulls out a few locks to frame her face. Should she bring a toothbrush? Is it too presumptive? She decides on leaving it. Afterall, if she stays over, she can use Tim's toothbrush, and the thought sends a current through her.

She takes one last look at herself in the mirror before leaving. Looking back at her in her reflection is a wide eyes, breathy, rosy faced woman. This is really happening. She grabs her car keys, and heads out the door.


Okay, now she feels a bit dumb, standing outside his door. She rings the doorbell and listens for the sound of faint footsteps in the distance. They grow louder, until Tim opens the door. He is wearing a pair of shorts with a Rams jersey. His hair is slightly ruffled. God, he looks hot.

Tim chuckles as he watches Lucy, she is speechless, gaping at him and their situation.

"You want to come in?" He asks. Lucy nods, and enters. Tim's house is nice. Surprisingly clean, she wouldn't have guessed that he is a neat freak.

They stare at each other for a bit.

"I-I don't really know how this goes. I don't do hookups that often." Lucy admits, a bit sheepishly.

"You sounded like quite the expert this morning." Tim smirks. Lucy blushes, and drops her purse on his kitchen counter. He groans and rolls his eyes, but secretly he is enjoying this way too much.

"How about if I," He pauses, moving close enough to her that she can feel his breath on her, "do something like this." He says, and then gently plants a kiss on the side of her neck. Lucy moans, a bit shocked about how brazen he is being. She further exposes her neck to him. "And then what if I do this," he continues, and kisses a spot lower on her neck. "And this." He whispers, continuing all the way down to her collarbone. Lucy practically melts at his touch. His soft lips feel like heaven to her.

Lucy, feeling more confident, grabs both sides of his face and brings his lips to hers, and presses her lips firmly against his. She opens her mouth, letting him explore with his tongue. As they kiss, Tim grabs her upper thigh and brings it around his waist. She is delighted to feel his growing erection against her. With his other hand, he does the same for her left leg. She wraps her legs around him and he carries her to his bedroom.

They are both short of oxygen as he throws her down on the bed. She is panting, and Tim loves watching her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath. He tugs off his shirt in one clean motion, and climbs on top of her.

"Lets get you out of this." He murmurs, as he begins to unbutton her jeans. He pulls them down and Lucy wiggles out of them on the bed. Her shirt quickly follows, join the pile of clothes on the floor. He takes a second to admire the lacy black bra and pantie set she has on.

Tim begins his teasing again, starting with kissing the side of her mouth, down her neck, to her collar bone, between her breasts, and to her navel. Lucy moans, writhing against him. He can't believe how hot it is to watch…to feel her come undone under his touch. He cups her breasts, gently pushing them out from her bra so they sit on top. He gently kisses each nipple, then wraps his lips around them, sucking. Lucy lets another moan escape from her mouth. She sits up a bit, and he undoes the clasp, letting her breasts free. He pushes her back down, and he lets his fingers trail gently down her body. The feather light touch is enough to make Lucy come undone, but she fights hard to hold on.

When his hand finally reaches her panties, Lucy is practically bursting. He grins, tracing the lines of her panties, before pulling them off, and flinging them towards the pile on the floor.. His thumb and forefinger rub her clitoris. Her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head as she attempts to absorb the pleasure. Suddenly, he stops touching her, and Lucy opens her eyes in frustration and pouts.

"Why did you stop?" She says sternly, gasping for breath.

"So I can do this." Tim says, in the most seductive voice Lucy can recall hearing, and pushes his body down the bed, so that he can gently flick her clitoris with his tongue. He repeats the motion, feeling Lucy's legs quiver around him. Lucy runs her hands through his hair and grabs it, pulling slightly. Fuck, that's hot, he thinks. The tension in her body is building. He grants her a temporary reprieve, as he plants soft kisses in her inner thighs, before returning back to her clitoris and sucking. It's too much for her to handle, and she lets go, succumbing to the orgasm that rips through her body.

Tim, satisfied with her response, moves back up, and kisses her lips once more, so that Lucy can taste herself. She accepts it gratefully, running her hands over his back. He places his weight on her, so she can feel how hard he is. Tim's erection is practically bursting through his boxers, so he removes his shorts, and then his boxers, slowly, and allows them to join the pile on the floor. Lucy is still panting as she eyes his erection. Tim wraps his hand around himself and gently strokes, before towering above her again. He positions himself at her entrance, and then thrusts inside her. Lucy moans and wraps her legs around him and her arms around his biceps. He pumps himself deeper inside her, and she voices her approval, groaning, and letting the occasional 'fuck' escape from her lips.

Tim grabs a fistful of the sheets as he feels himself coming apart. He grunts and finishes inside her, calling out her name. He pulls out and gently lays down on the bed next to her. They are both a sweaty, panting mess. Lucy's hair sticks to her face, and she tries to brush it away. They turn their bodies so that they are facing each other, and Lucy props herself up with her elbow.

"I'm really glad you asked me to do this." Tim says, wiping a bead of sweat from her lip.

"Me too. And to think, I nearly chickened out!" She laughs. He loves the sound of her laugh, it is like music to his ears. Tim smiles, in a rare moment of vulnerability.

To both of them, this feels right. Lucy in Tim's bed, all laughs and smiles as they recover from the best hook up either of them had ever had.

They lay there silently, for a while, simply staring into each other's eyes. It's not awkward, like it was at times that morning, but natural.

Lucy finally breaks the silence.

'I guess I should probably go, since this was just a hookup, after all." She says, starting to get up. Tim stops her, grabbing her arm, and pulling her down on top of him.

"No, you should stay." He says, giving her such an intense stare that she is captivated by it.

"Round two?' She laughs.

"And three, and four." He adds, smiling and then kisses her.


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