In the bar, alone, Bradford grabbed a beer after a long day.
"It's for you". The bartender handed Tim a phone.

"Bradford" he answered with an authoritative tone, no one knew he was here so he had no idea who'd be calling.

"Never tell a crook where you hide your money" she said.

"Lucy"? He couldn't understand why she'd be calling him.

"You told me to think like a criminal, so, after you got your ass kicked, I stole your money clip".

Bradford immediately reached back to his belt, finding the clip gone.

"I wonder how you're gonna pay for your bill" she wondered aloud on the phone.

"You are in SO much trouble" Tim used his most authoritative voice mistakenly thinking that might scare her.

"Uh huh" she wasn't convinced. "You know what, maybe you could wash the dishes" she paused, "but you might wanna glove up". A big smile breaking out on her face as she said "Good night" and hung up the phone.

Tim Bradford shook his head smiling as he hung up the phone. This rookie was not like any he'd ever had in the past.
How the hell had she been able to get one over on him to pay him back for making her dig through a toilet and a bunch of sex toys, even after he'd already found what they were looking for...it was unprecedented to say the least. His rookies should be too scared of him to even attempt something like this.
Somehow though, he wasn't mad. He almost felt proud of her.

"What's my credit look like here" he asked, taking another sip of his beer.

Later, Lucy got home from her night out singing Kareoke with Jackson and walked up the steps to her apartment.

As she went to unlock the door, she realized it was already unlocked and open. She drew her backup gun, and slowly opened the door.

Sitting on her sofa was her TO Tim Bradford.
"Never leave your hide-a-key under the mat" he said with disdain, holding it up to show her, and snapping it down onto the coffee table, taking a bottle of beer off the table, leaning back, crossing his legs onto the table as he took a long drink from the bottle.

Lucy shut the door behind her, walking over to put her gun on the counter. Her mouth still open searching for the right words, she didn't even know he knew where she lived and he was the last person she expected to see. It was weird seeing him in civilian clothes on her sofa.

She would've been scared if she hadn't noticed the slight smirk on his face and known she wasn't really in trouble.

She took the money clip out of her back pocket, holding it up and she told him "You know, it's your own fault, you practically begged me to prove I could think like a criminal" she said as she beamed at him with pride.

Tim put his beer down, took his feet off the coffee table and walked over to her. "Is that my beer"? She asked, seeing the empty bottles as well.

Ignoring her, as he got close, he tried to grab the clip out of her hand, but she was too fast for him, quickly pulling her hands behind her back. . He'd had a few beers waiting for her, and she'd spent the past couple hours sobering up to drive home.

"Come on, I aced this Tim Test, admit it". she teased him.
Tim was standing about a foot away when he'd tried to grab the clip. He took a step closer, standing so close now they were almost touching.
He tried to reach behind her to take the clip, but again, she was too fast. Raising it high, then bringing it lower, he couldn't grab hold of it.

Lucy raised it above her head, then back behind her again. This time as Tim reached behind to grab it their faces were so close they were almost touching. Lucy froze, which allowed him to reach the clip. Though instead of grabbing it out of her hand, as he had initially intended, he caught her hand with his. He did not immediately let go, instead holding onto her hand with his, not moving a muscle. His arms around her, Their breathing quickened, Lucy looking down from Tim's eyes to his lips, she could feel heat through her clothes. Looking back at his eyes she could see him watching her bite her lip.

Common sense took hold of Tim and he let go of the clip, stepping back away from her, shaking his head as if he hadn't been in control before.

Lucy held her hand out with the money clip, this time allowing him to take it and clearing her throat nervously. What was that? she thought to herself.

Tim walked past her to the door and she realized he shouldn't drive.

"Are you okay to drive" she asked, not wanting to be confrontational with her TO unless necessary.

"Uber" he said, holding his phone up. She turned to watch him leave.

"Bright and early tomorrow, Boot" he called back to her as he left.

"Right" was all she could think to say as she closed the door and collapsed on the sofa playing it over in her head to make sure really just happened. She took out her phone and started to text Jackson, then thought better of it, and instead walked out of the room to get ready for bed.