#rockerswat

[jay-911]

Hidden Love - Donovan Rocker

Summary: I don't know how to summarize this?

Warnings: Age-gap (9yrs), injury by gun (idk how to tag either)

Word count: 2,625

You are in the ring with Luca, messing around and warming up for your shift. Throwing jabs at each other both physically and verbally.

"Whoa, low blow! Even for you, Luca."

"Hey, I've got to take you down some way."

"Admitting that you can't do it with your fists anymore, old man?" You tease.

In a swift motion, he lifts his leg up, hooking his foot behind your knee and pulling back towards him, causing you to stumble forward. Then he gets you to the floor.

"Nah, I reckon I still have it." He looks down at you and raises his eyebrows, causing you to laugh and roll your eyes.

"Yeah, okay, whatever." You hold your hand out, which he takes to help you up.

While you two were having fun, the new recruit, Jim Street, arrived. Buck had told you guys about him before his retirement. You elbowed Luca.

"Is that our new recruit?" Luca nods.

Street is standing by the entryway talking with Hicks, and when they're done, you're quick to get his attention.

"Hey. Street!" When he looks at you, you beckon him over with a nod. You take off the wrap from your hand and shake his hand.

"Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Likewise, I've heard a lot about you." He looked you up and down. "Uh, about all of you."

"All good things, I hope?" He nods and confirms that. "Welcome to LAPD S.W.A.T."

"Thanks." He smiles at you and nods.

When he has walked away, Luca lets out a low whistle, causing you to look at him with a confused look.

"I think he's already in love with you." You scoff.

"Oh, shut up," you say as you get out of the ring.

"You're blushing" he quips, and without turning around, you flip him off. You can hear him laugh to himself.

You head to the locker room to put a few things away when a hand grabs your waist. You look up at your boyfriend.

"Hey Rocker" you turn to hug him. He embraces you back for a short moment.

To the team, you two were just close friends, but despite the nine-year age gap, you had been dating for nearly a year. The relationship started before he became squad leader, and the two of you tried to end things after his promotion. It was a clear rule: no dating your superior, but you two were happy to break that rule. You made a couple of promises when you decided to stay together: 1. Keep it a secret, and 2. Never compromise a job for the other.

Later in the day, you are all hanging around in the gym area. You were talking to Street, getting to know him. It felt like he had some secrets, but you didn’t push; you knew the truth would come out in time.

It didn't take long for the team to get along with Street. As much as you all missed Buck, it was nice to have a new member. Until the team attempted to push you and Street together, probably because of your similar age, similar interests, and the way he obviously took a liking to you.

The whole ordeal caused some jealousy from Rocker, even when he trusts you and is very self-confident. When your shift finished, you headed to his apartment. He has another two hours left of his shift if he’s not on a call. You kept busy by showering, baking dessert, and tidying up before lounging on the couch and flipping through TV channels. You hear the keys, and the door opens.

“Hey Baby” He greets you as he throws his keys onto the hall table and places his bag under it, next to yours.

“Hi, the rest of your shift went well?”

“Yeah, just bits and pieces around HQ," he says as he approaches you, gently cupping your chin, guiding your head up, and connecting your lips for a sweet kiss. When you break apart, he takes a step to the side, lifting your legs from the couch to take a seat and placing your legs on top of his lap. He keeps his hands on your legs, his thumb caressing your knee.

“Something on your mind?” you question after a few moments of silence. He looks over to you. “I can tell from the look on your face that somethings bothering you” he exhales deeply and shakes his head.

“Just the comments about you and Street. I know I have nothing to worry about, but still, it irks me." He shrugs

“Yeah, it’s frustrating. I’m trying to pull back from him, not be seen alone with him, things like that. We’ve had a chat, and he understands that I don’t want a relationship with him. It still feels a little off; I just don’t want unneeded tension to affect the team.”

“I’m sure it’ll start to die down.”

“I was thinking about talking to Hicks. Get him to say something about it; shut it down now.”

“I don’t think that’s a bad idea. It would definitely stop public chatter about it.” He says

“Public chatter? You’ve heard people talk about it in private?” I laugh

“Chris and Street the other day. He was looking at you, and she told him, ‘Give up already'.” He accompanies the words with air quotes. “Said that you obviously wouldn’t date a cop considering you’ve rejected a few now.”

“Mmm, if only they knew.”

“If only” He gives your thigh a squeeze.

Both Squad 20 and Squad 50 were called for a briefing. An undercover job, a drug bust, just like you have all done many times before.

 “We’re sending in Street; he’s dealt with these guys before. Y/N, you’re also going in; he’ll need you to keep them occupied while he gets the information.”

“Yes, Sir” you say, looking over to Street and nodding.

“Hondo, Rocker, Street, Y/L/N, stay. Everyone else, clear out, and get ready” You five stand around the table. “Street's alias is Enzo; bosses hire him for one-off, in-and-out jobs; you’re going to be Ivy, his girlfriend who’s new to the business; you’re there to learn.”

“These guys are all bark, no bite. They’ll try to intimidate you, but overall, they aren’t violent for a drug gang” Street informs the team, and it helps put you at ease.

“Sorry to throw this on all of you at the last minute; the shipment got moved to today, and you know we’ve been trying to get these guys for a while. Hondo, Rocker brief the rest of your teams. Street, Y/N, my office.”

You two follow Hicks to his office, and he talks about what your backstory is, how you met, etc. An officer comes in with two clothes bags.

“Alright, that’s it. Grab your bag, get changed, and be ready to roll out." You and Street head for the lockers. You take a look at your outfit; it’s quite short and revealing, but you get dressed and apply some makeup. The clicking of your heels on the floor catches your co-workers attention.

“Whoa-oh-oh. Look at you” Chris says, holding her hands up. You smile at her and give her a twirl. You look over to Rocker, who was already staring with a heavy gaze up and down your body. Your eyes narrow at him, warning him to stop.

“Look at you all dressed up, looking pretty” Luca compliments. You thank him.

“Hey” Street says as he comes in, then wraps an arm around you. “I got myself a pretty hot girlfriend.”

“Cherish it while it lasts.” The team laughs.

“This is only the beginning.” He overdramatically winks at you.

“I’d believe you two are a thing." Luca says

“And a good-looking one at that” adds Chris.

“Alright, we’re out of here in five” Rocker orders. You hang back, and Rocker takes a step closer, towering over you. “Don’t let Street get a big head thinking that you’re his.” He says it in a joking tone. “I have command on this mission; I promise I’m going to keep you safe, got it?”

“Like always” he holds up his pinkie, and you interlock it with yours.

“You do look hot, by the way.”

“Yeah? My new boyfriend thinks so too." Rocker lets out a chuckle at your response. You head out front, get into a car with Street, and head towards the secret location.

The two of you enter the building arm-in-arm. Street introduces you to the gang, and not long after, he says that he’s going to have a walk around to solidify the plan in his head with the setup. You’re left with four men. You ask them some questions, trying to keep them preoccupied. After around fifteen minutes, Street signalled to the squads that he was finished, and he came back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist again and kissing your temple.

“Everything good, Babe?” you question

“Exactly as I had expected.”

Rocker gave the order to move in after Street gave the signal. Shouts echo through the shed: “LAPD S.W.A.T., PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN, ON THE FLOOR NOW.” The team comes in, pining down each of the suspects. Rocker reaches the boss and goes to disarm him, but he pulls the trigger. You don’t know what you comprehended first—the loud bang or the intense pressure in your leg. It causes you to stumble backward and fall.

“Street, watch him” Rocker orders as he and Street switch places. He looks down at the wound, just at the hem of your dress, the fabric turning maroon. “This is 50 David; we need an R.A., 52 David with a GSW to the leg.” He pressed down hard to slow the bleeding, making you whimper. “I’m sorry.” You can’t tell if he was saying it about adding more pain to your leg or for not keeping you safe.

The police escort the arrested suspects out of the building and into their cars.

“Get me out front for the ambulance." He picks you up in bridal style, his hand staying firm on your injury. You hear the sirens getting closer, and before long, you're in the back, getting taken to the hospital. The team said that they’ll meet you there as soon as they can. You’re told they are going to take you into surgery to see if they can remove the bullet.

A steady rhythm of beeps is what wakes you up. Then you smell the array of antiseptic cleaners. The soft cotton sheet laying over you tries to block the coolness of the room from your body, but still you feel chilly. Your eyelids twitch a few times before you slowly start to open them, the harsh white light causing you to squint.

There is a knock at the door, and then a doctor enters.

“Good evening. It’s good to see you awake. Your surgery went well, and we were able to remove the bullet with no complications. You have quite a few visitors out there waiting to see you; shall I send them in?”

“Thank you, and yes, please.”

“We'll talk more tomorrow about your next steps for recovery.“ She leaves the room, and about a minute later, both teams enter.

“There she is,” Luca says, coming in first. He gives you a hug. “Glad you’re okay.” he says, taking your hand. You squeeze it twice to say thank you.

“We’re all glad you're okay” Hondo says.

“Thanks guys. The doctor said she'd come by tomorrow to talk about recovery. I’ll be back out there with you guys before you know it." You look over at Rocker, who is standing at the foot of the bed. “Thank you, Donovan." He smiles back, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You know he’s feeling guilty. You look towards everyone. “Now go! Get outta here; you’ve seen I’m okay. That was a long shift; your beds are calling you names.”

The team filters out except for Rocker and Street. You look back and forth between them.

“First of all, I just wanted to say thank you.” Street starts, “I have so much admiration for people who go undercover; it’s a tough gig sometimes, and I appreciate that you were there. Also, I’m sorry; I should’ve known that something could’ve happened. Had I been more prepared in some way, maybe then you wouldn’t be in a hospital bed.”

“Street” You cut him off quickly. “Don’t do that to yourself. Neither of us clocked it. He got defensive and pulled the trigger; there’s nothing we can do about it. I’d never blame you! We did our job; we got them off the streets, and the team is alive.”

"Yeah.” He nods. “Keep me updated, please. I’ll visit after shift tomorrow.”

“Good night, Street” he leaves the room, all your attention shifting to Rocker, who is still standing in the same place. “Take a seat.” You nod to the chair beside the bed. He walks over and kisses your forehead before taking a seat and grabbing your hand.

“I’m Sorry”

“You’ve said that twice now. What for?”

“I was in command. I should’ve taken extra precautions; maybe I wasn’t fast enough or maybe I didn’t use a tactical enough plan, and you got hurt because of it, because of me.”

“So you’re sorry for not seeing what none of us saw and for not being able to tell what he was going to do. We know we’re walking into danger every time we put on our uniform, and that’s a risk we’re willing to take. I won’t have you thinking it’s your fault. You weren’t the one who shot me.”

“I’m just the one who promised to keep you safe and failed." His voice wavering slightly. You squeeze his hand.

“You could never fail me! I’m going to be fine, and you’re going to be a pain in my ass, getting me up every day, pushing me to do my best, caring for me—probably a little too much, but you’re going to because you only want what’s best for me, and I know that. Look at me.” His eyes meet yours. “I love you, Donovan Rocker.”

“I love you too." He brings your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.

Before afternoon hits the following day, you are signing discharge papers. You get handed antibiotics, painkillers, and a slip for a check-in visit two weeks from now. Rocker drives you to your place, getting you comfy on the couch. Then you hear him fiddling around in the kitchen, and not long after, he comes out with two bowls of pasta.

“Mmm, thank you. This is why I love you." Both of you sit and enjoy each other’s company and the food. You notice the time: “You need to get going in a minute; you’re adding twenty plus minutes to your commute." He takes your dishes and cleans them before coming back.

“I need you to listen to me,” he says, a small smirk on your lips, knowing he’s going to be a little pedantic. “Do not forget your medication; wait, you’ll need a drink.” He wanders off, coming back with water. “Do not push yourself; I don’t want you off this couch if you don’t have to be. When you need to get up, use the crutches; that’s what they’re there for. Also, I’ve let Lisa know because I know you two are close; she’s going to check in on you while I’m gone.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, okay, Babe. I get it. I’ll be fine. You have nothing to worry about. Except for maybe getting to work late.” He looks at his watch, kisses you, and rushes out the door.

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