Tim and Lucy took one look at each other after the fight of their lives with the masked assailants and just knew. "Marry me," they said in unison.
John's eyes widened. "Holy shit," he murmured under his breath.
The two of them laughed and bumped their foreheads together after a brief kiss. "After we get home from the hospital and sleep for a week, we'll go to a jewelry store and look for a ring together tomorrow," Tim vowed.
"Sounds perfect," she responded, elated over the fact that she was going to marry the man she loved.
Grey needed their help to take down the man who attacked Aaron and Celina, however, so Tim stood up with a groan before helping Lucy up off the stairs. "Let's go back Grey up and then get our asses to the hospital."
"Congratulations you two," a laughing John offered before the three of them made their way to their sergeant.
Once they successfully assisted Grey, the man insisted Tim and Lucy go to the hospital. "No more delays. Hospital now," he ordered.
Tim and Lucy couldn't stop beaming at each other as he wrapped an arm around her. "You ready to move?"
Lucy shrugged before wincing. "Let's do this."
"They're engaged," a gleeful John informed Grey.
"When did this happen?" Delighted, Grey and John herded them towards the others and the waiting ambulances.
"Right after Nolan saved our asses."
"Well, congratulations! It's about time." Grey winked at them before they went their separate ways.
TIm laughed as he helped Lucy into an ambulance before reluctantly making his way over to the second one after confirming Nyla would ride to the hospital with her.
Tim and Lucy knew each other so well and were so in sync with one another that it was unreal.