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It was insanely catchy. That’s one of the things Tim hated most about it. That the stupid words and basic beat would be stuck in your head in minutes.
Celina had been walking around the station softly singing the tune all day long. Well ever since the call herself and Nolan had answered the day prior she’s been singing. So this was day 2 of the song from Hell tormenting the station.
That’s a lie most of the station rolls their eyes or walks away but will later be found humming the tune. Or they would just be sining it in general.
But not Tim. He was nothing but irritated by everyone humming the same damn song.
“Boot don’t you have paperwork you should be concentrating on” he snaps at Celina who is sat at the desk next to him doing reports.
“S-sorry Sir” she says instantly shutting up and putting her head down.
‘Still got it’ he smirks to himself. Just because Lucy never listens to him doesn't mean he's still not the super scary TO he prided himself on.
Tim gets a solid 23 minutes of work done before he feels a presence behind him. Someone who is clearly peering over his shoulder to look at his work.
“What do you want, Chen?” As if on instinct he knew it was her. Sure his training could have had him piecing it together but he can just always tell when she’s close. Especially when she’s close enough that if he were to sit up straight he’s pretty sure his back would touch her stomach.
“What’s got you so grumpy?” She questions, surprised by his sharpness and use of her last name.
Tim isn’t sure when but recently he’s been feeling a little guilty when he speaks to her in a tone that could be considered even remotely mean.
“Nothing. Just paperwork” which wasn’t a lie, he would rather be out on the streets. “What are you loitering around for?” Tim questioned as he turned slightly to look up at her. Thankfully she’s taken a step back and to the side to lean against his desk.
“Can we go and get coffee?” She asks with a sweet smile on her lips.
“There’s a pot of coffee in the station. Why would we leave when it’s right there”
“The only coffee currently in the station is Smitty a new home made brand”
Another one of Smitty's side hustles that would flop in a month is being brought into the station. This time it’s affecting everyone’s coffee. Safe to say this one won’t make it past day two.
Tim huffs “Fine. let's go” pushing back from his desk. Despite his words and eye roll there is no bite to his actions. Getting alone time with Lucy was never a bad thing anymore.
Well that is what he thought until they were walking back to the shop, coffee in hand.
“Arrest me. But make it sexy” Lucy sings with a little bounce in her step before reaching for her door handle and climbing in. The rest of the song gets cut off as she closes the door.
Tim is frozen in his tracks. Momentarily stunned by her amazing voice - which he is glad to be hearing in better circumstances than when she was last singing to keep herself alive.
A small smile spreads across his face at the fact she’s singing again, happily out loud. Knowing it had taken her a while to become reacquainted with her voice after the memory that would follow.
He lets that knowledge distract him from the song she was singing. With a sip of his coffee he rounds the shop and climbs into the drivers side.
Until they are walking back through the station and she begins to sing those same words over again “Arrest me, but make it sexy-”
With a groan of annoyance Tim turns on his heels and disappears down a different hallway. Lucy's chuckle disappearing into the distance.
Tim knows she's laughing because she thinks he is annoyed at the song and wants people to stop singing it - which of course is all actually true.
But his quick change of direction and groan were in fact solely directed towards the woman who had his attention even when he's home alone. The words have visuals filling his mind. Visuals that remind him of when he was a 19 year old hory teenager.
Tim can't help but touch the cuffs hanging from his belt as her voice singing those damn words fills his head.
He knows it's wrong. But he lets himself think for just a second.
Think about how it would feel to slide his hand around her wrists, and spin her till shes facing away from him.
Pulling her hands up just above her ass.
Taking the cool metal from his belt and clipping it closed around her sweet delicate wrists.
His thumb brushing the ink on her skin, feeling his pulse as he does so.
Then gently pushing her forward over his desk, not even caring what reports would be damaged.
How he would use his feet to kick her legs apart as his hands slide off the cool metal trapping her hands, down to her hips.
Pulling them back flush against his own.
“God” he says out loud as he rolls his head back against the wall. How can he be having these thoughts about her... Well he knows how. He’s in love with her. But he can't have her, it wouldn't be proper. So these thoughts are all he can have. These improper sexual thoughts about the woman he has to work with daily, the woman who looks at him with stars in her eyes and makes his stomach do flips.
Tim never thought there would be a way for him to ever feel like this again, for his heart to long for someone just like this.
He loves her. And if she keeps singing this god awful song he is not quite sure he will be able to control himself and not just combust while he confesses everything.