1pm

Lucy's sobs subsided, turned into dry heaves with an occasional hiccup. Tim's shirt was soaked through, but he didn't mind in the slightest. Holding Lucy made him feel like there was something still right in the world.

"You know, we should probably get ready for work soon," Tim said. "It's not like these guys are going to turn themselves in."

Lucy sniffled and pulled back off of Tim's shirt. "You're right. But I need to go get something from my apartment first."

"And what would that be?"

"A Saint Michael medal."

Tim looked puzzled. "I thought you didn't believe in that sort of stuff."

Lucy sighed. "It was Jackson's. I just feel like we could use some extra protection right now."

"Fine," Tim acquiesced. "But you're not going alone. I'll go with you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

2pm

When they arrived at Lucy's apartment, the front door was wide open. Sharing a look, they both drew their weapons and began to clear the apartment. Judging from the look of the living room, the entire place had been ransacked, as if whoever broke in had been looking for something.

"Room clear!" Tim called across the apartment.

"Bathroom clear!" Lucy yelled back.

"Your room is the last one," Tim observed. "You want to turn the knob or kick it in?"

"We're still respecting my apartment, Tim," Lucy quipped. "I'll open it like a normal person."

Tim chuckled as Lucy opened the door and cleared the room. The St. Michael Medal was on her dresser, so Lucy grabbed it and slipped it into her pocket.

"Good to go," she said, offering Tim a thumbs-up.

"Great. Let's get the hell out of here." They made their way to the door, and Tim immediately felt a sharp smack on the back of his head. The last thing he heard before losing consciousness was Lucy screaming his name and the sound of a taser.

3pm

Nolan and Harper were out on patrol, looking for suspects, when their radio came to life.

"7-L-100, radio check. 7-L-100, do you copy?"

"Isn't that Tim?" Nolan asked. "It's not like him to not answer his radio."

"Something's wrong," Harper replied. "Get ready to hit the sirens."

"7-L-100 to Control. Officer down, my last known location. Send all available units and an RA. Notify Sergeant Grey. Officer Chen is missing."

Nolan's face turned pale white as he keyed his mic. "7-Adam-15, responding Code Three."

Nolan and Harper were the first officers on the scene, followed quickly by Grey, who began barking orders at the other officers arriving.

"Seal off the building! Nobody in or out until we confirm it's clear! Nolan, you and Harper check and see if you can get the security footage!"

"On it!" Nolan and Harper made a beeline for the apartment offices, greeted by a less-than-enthusiastic leasing agent.

"Can I help you?"

"Detective Harper, LAPD. One of your tenants was abducted. We need to see your security camera footage to identify possible suspects."

"Not my department," the employee replied.

"Make it your department," Harper snapped back. "A young woman was taken from this building. We need to see the camera footage so we can catch the person responsible."

"Again. Not my department."

Seeing the vein pulsing in Harper's forehead, Nolan stepped in. "Hi. The young lady that was abducted was a colleague of ours. She may be in a lot of danger. Is there any possible way we can look at the cameras so we can catch whoever did this and get them off the streets?"

"Fine," the employee huffed. "What time was it?"

"The last hour and a half, maybe?" Nolan guessed. "Start at about 1:30 and go from there."

Upstairs, Grey was with Tim, who was giving the Paramedics a hard time.

"Bradford, let them do their job," Grey ordered. "That's a pretty nasty gash on the back of your head."

"I've had worse," Tim replied. "God. How the fuck could I be so stupid?"

"It's not your fault. I looked at that closet. It's too damn small for someone to hide in."

"Yeah, well, someone did." Tim took a deep breath before continuing. "It's my fault, Sergeant Grey. I take full responsibility for what happened here."

Grey shook his head. "I'm not reprimanding either of you. Just out of curiosity, what were you two doing here anyway?"

Tim sighed. "Her St. Michael medal. She wanted to grab it."

"I thought she didn't believe in that sort of thing?"

"It belonged to Officer West. She said we could use the extra protection."

Grey's expression softened at the mention of Jackson. The boy was like a son to him. "Alright, so walk me through it."

"We came up the stairs and noticed the door was wide open. We cleared the apartment, she put the medal in her pocket, and we made our way to the door. That's when I felt the smack on the back of my head. The last things I heard were Lucy screaming my name and the sound of a taser. I called it in as soon as I came around."

Grey nodded. "Go to the hospital and get checked. We're already looking for her. And Tim," he leaned in close so only Tim could hear him, "When we find her, you had better tell the woman that you love her."

"Yes, Sir!" Tim laid back on the gurney and allowed the medics to wheel him out. He passed Nolan and Harper in the hallway, both of whom were running to Lucy's apartment.

Grey was leaving the apartment as Harper and Nolan ran up. He saw his out-of-breath officers and waited for them to be able to breathe before asking, "Any news?"

"We've got his face," Nolan replied.

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