Why Don't You Flirt with Me?
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Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!cop!reader
Summary: 5 times you're jealous of someone flirting with Tim Bradford, and the 1 time you tell him why.
Warnings: so much jealousy and flirting, angst, fluff at the end! number 3 has spoilers for The Rookie 2x03
Word Count: 3.7k+ words
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1. You get jealous because of another police officer flirting with Tim.
The best part of roll call is getting to sit beside Tim. You’ve had feelings for him for almost as long as you’ve known him, but Tim has never seemed open to a relationship like that. So, you are happy to be his friend and remain by his side until the time is right. Your other friends at Mid-Wilshire describe you and Tim as “inseparable” or “joined at the hip,” yet he seems oblivious to your attention and feelings toward him.
When you cross the threshold, you see someone in your seat. A beautiful woman is sitting next to Tim, in your seat, and leaning toward him as she speaks. She’s too pretty to be a cop, you think. Sergeant Grey enters before you can say or do anything, so you take a seat in the row before Tim. He looks up toward you but doesn’t say anything. When Wade reaches the podium and looks out at everyone, he stops and glances between you and Tim several times. His brows raise, but he remains professional and begins giving assignments to each officer.
“And I’d also like to welcome Mid-Wilshire’s newest officer,” Wade says before introducing the woman beside Tim as a transfer from another division.
Even her name is pretty. You fight the urge to turn and look at her, to get a better view. The jealousy you feel is, so far, unfounded. She didn’t know that it was your seat – technically, it’s not. When she starts whispering, however, your jealousy has the perfect opportunity to worsen.
“If you’d been my TO, I would have been a rookie forever,” she whispers to Tim. “How could anyone be okay moving on and away from you?”
“Easier than it looks, I guess,” Tim replies.
“Tell me something, how often do you get flirted with during traffic stops? Because if you pulled me over, I would happily provide my identification… and my number.”
You lean back and glance over your shoulder before immediately regretting it. She’s leaned over further, practically draping herself across the table to be closer to Tim, and her well-manicured hand is resting against his bicep. Looking away as quickly as you can, you set your jaw. People look at Tim, gawk, even, but this blatant flirtation is new, and you hate it.
When you stand after being dismissed, Tim says your name. You plaster on a fake smile and give him your attention, though you ignore the woman beside him.
“Meet us for lunch?” he asks.
“Ooh, will you?” Lucy adds as she walks toward Tim.
“Where are you going?” the new transfer asks.
Tim tells her the name of the restaurant, and your smile turns to a grimace.
“Room for one more?”
She sounds like she purrs when she speaks to Tim, and you hate it.
“Sure,” Tim answers. “It’s a popular spot among patrol cops.”
“Here,” she adds. She lifts his hand and scribbles something on his palm.
Without seeing it, you know that her number now has a new home on Tim’s skin. Your smile is long gone, and you can feel Lucy’s eyes on your face.
“You’re in, too?” Tim asks you.
“Not today,” you grumble before leaving. Enjoy lunch with your new friend.
2. You get jealous because of a witness flirting with Tim.
You’re just starting to accept that other women can flirt with Tim when you get a radio call from Lucy.
“We’re responding to the Redondo call and need backup. Are you close?” she asks.
“Yeah, I’m two minutes out,” you say.
“We’re code 2.”
You flip the sirens on and park behind Tim’s shop exactly two minutes later. Lucy is standing at the curb and watching Tim talk to a witness. She looks over at you as you approach and shakes her head.
“What?” you inquire.
“He’s trying to get information because the guy in the shop had a partner, but he took cover when we pulled up.”
“How’s that going?”
“It would be better if she’d stop flirting and start answering the questions.”
At the word ‘flirting,’ you tune Lucy out to listen to Tim’s conversation instead. He’s smiling and nodding along, but the woman isn’t saying anything of importance.
“And I just don’t know how to thank you. Big, strong… beautiful men like you are the reason that women like me can feel safe here,” she says.
“She looks like she’s twitching,” Lucy says when the woman bats her eyelashes.
“Thank you,” Tim answers with a smile.
He smiles at you often, but this smile is different. Your chest burns with new jealousy as the woman lays her hand on Tim’s chest and steps closer.
“I’m happy to keep women like you safe,” Tim says.
You cross your arms over your chest as if it will hide your growing jealousy. Whoever said jealousy makes you green was lying, because you look perfectly normal. To everyone but Tim, maybe, and he’s not paying attention to you.
“So, could you help me out with this?” Tim asks. His voice is soft and slow, and you wish he would talk to you like that, just once. “I really need to know where that other guy went, or I’ll feel like I failed you and every other beautiful woman in this city.”
You scoff before you can stop it, and Lucy looks between you and Tim.
“He doesn’t mean it,” she offers quietly.
“Have you ever heard him talk like that?” you argue. She doesn’t answer, and you say, “Me neither.”
“Look, Tim is bad at expressing his feelings, but he clearly has them. For you.”
You shake your head, but Lucy doesn’t want to give up yet. She watches you and Tim interact every day, so she knows how close you are. And how close you want to be.
“Chen, this is not the time,” you snap as Tim steps away from the suspect.
Tim’s brows raise when he sees you. He asks what you’re doing there, and you happily let Lucy answer that she called for backup to assist in the search for the second criminal.
“I think we’ve got it. The witness gave me good intel,” Tim says. “Thanks for coming so quickly, though.”
“No problem.”
You turn to return to your shop without another word, oblivious to Lucy and Tim watching you go.
3. You get jealous because of Lucy’s friend flirting with Tim.
Working at the front desk is your least favorite assignment, but you agreed to cover for another officer while he visits his son out of state. When Lucy and Tim enter with two new arrests, evidence of a prostitution problem spot, your day brightens. You sat in your usual seat beside Tim this morning and he promised to bring you lunch later, so things are looking up. They lead the women into the holding area, and you hope to see them again before the day ends.
“Hey,” Lucy says from behind Tim. “I know you’re gonna say no, but… I think I can help.”
“With what?” Tim asks.
“Well, you know, I know how hard it is to meet people in L.A. It’s what keeps them in business.”
“Wait. You wanna set me up?” Tim asks. “Forget it. Even if this wasn’t your dumbest idea yet, there is no way you’d be able to pick someone right for me.”
Lucy scoffs and argues, “I bet I can. I’m serious. If I can fix you up on one good date, just one, I get to, uh- I get to wear short sleeves.”
Tim considers the bet for a moment. “Okay. But you’re paying.”
“Whatever.”
“And if you lose, you’re gonna do 50 push-ups after every call we take.”
Several hours later, you’re still sitting at the front desk when Lucy comes in again. She’s alone this time, and you miss Tim more than you thought possible.
“Rachel?” Lucy asks.
“Look at you! All official,” Rachel replies as she hugs Lucy. “You were the talk of the reunion, you know.”
“I was bummed I couldn’t go. What are you doing here?”
“Oh, just trying to cut through some red tape. But so far, my scissors haven’t been sharp enough.”
“Problems with child services?”
“Yeah, civil standbys. LAPD needs a faster response time. I’ve had four go sideways in the last month. Hey! Maybe you can help me.”
“I- I wish I could, but I am below the bottom of the food chain here.”
“Boot, get a move on,” Tim calls from the doorway.
“Who’s that?” Rachel asks.
You give the conversation more attention once Tim enters the conversation. The last few days have not been kind to your emotions, and you hope that this isn’t going to add to the list.
“That is my training officer. Hey, uh, you’re single, right?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Would you want to go out with him?”
You drop the clipboard in your hand and hope Lucy catches your look of betrayal. She widens her eyes briefly, but you don’t understand what she’s trying to communicate.
“Uh, he’s hot… but I-I made a vow. No more jerks.”
He’s not a jerk, you think. You just have to know how to see who Tim is inside.
“Okay, so, you don’t date jerks,” Lucy says. “But how would you like to help me win a bet against one?”
“Boot!” Tim calls again as he walks out. “What’s the holdup?”
“I’m sorry, Officer Bradford,” Rachel interjects. “That was my fault. I was asking Lucy for some help with a social service problem I’m having. If I’d known I was keeping her from such a handsome man, I would have waited.”
Tim nods before turning to Lucy. “Grey needs the paperwork finished.”
“I’ll do that now. Bye, Rachel,” Lucy says before leaving.
“So, you’re Lucy’s TO?” Rachel asks. “I always pictured training officers as chubby, grey-haired ride-along partners who refuse to retire.”
You can’t see her face, but you’re sure she’s giving him a beautiful smile. Your eyes drop to a paper on the desk before you, and you get angry with jealousy. Tim is supposed to be your friend, and more someday. Why didn’t he ever care enough to see me?
“Is that not what I look like?” Tim asks with a smile.
“Not at all. Would you maybe wanna get dinner with me?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing. Are you free tonight? A woman like you has to be turning down offers left and right.”
“You’d know something about that,” Rachel replies. “Tonight sounds great.”
“I’ll see you then.”
You raise your eyes to watch Rachel leave. You don’t know that both she and Tim know that the date is for a bet, one Tim intends to win because he is uninterested in Rachel.
“How’s desk duty?” he asks.
“Fine,” you answer shortly without looking toward him.
“I’m going to get lunch; you still want something?”
“No thanks. I’m not hungry.”
Tim’s brows furrow as he looks at you, and he taps the desk before leaving. Maybe you should turn green, at least Tim would notice that he is affecting you more than any of the women flirting with him. And being flirted with by him.
4. You get jealous because of a suspect flirting with Tim.
“You’re under arrest,” you say, out of breath as you handcuff a kidnapping suspect after chasing him through a suburban neighborhood.
“Nice,” Tim praises as he exits the shop behind you.
“I’ll talk, I’ll talk!” the woman yells. “Everything I know, I’ll tell you. I’m not the kidnapper; I’m a woman for goodness’ sake!”
“Why did you run?” Tim asks.
She sits up with an awkward tug of the handcuffs. When she sees Tim standing at the curb, she takes a deep breath and looks up at him through her lashes.
“Officer, I was terrified,” she begins. “You have no idea what it’s like to be a woman – a single woman – here. When he told me to do it-“
“Who?” you interject.
The woman doesn’t look away from Tim as she answers, “My neighbor, Ben Charles. He asked me to let him, and his little girl, spend the night in my basement. How was I supposed to know that it wasn’t his kid?”
“You said you’d tell us everything you knew,” Tim says. “What else?”
“If I had a neighbor like you, I’d always feel safe. Although, I don’t think I would be home, much.”
Tim looks down at his boots before returning her intense gaze; he tilts his chin slightly and says, “I’m sure you’re a great neighbor. But I think you can be a greater help to that little girl. Her parents want her home.”
“I can imagine. I mean, I don’t have kids.” She licks her lips before adding, “Yet. But I want to help that little girl get home.”
Tim squats before her and lays a hand on her knee. “I’ve gotta take you in for evading arrest, but if you help us get that little girl home safe, maybe we can drop the charges.”
Easy for you to say, since you didn’t chase her through the streets, you think. Tim’s hand on her leg holds your attention, and you can’t decide whether to be angry or heartbroken. All the time you spent “waiting for Tim to be ready” has been wasted, because he’s ready now and not sparing a glance in your direction.
“I’ll be in the shop. I’ll fill in Grey,” you mumble before climbing into the passenger seat.
Tim takes most of her weight as he lifts her from the sidewalk, and you nearly rip the radio from the dash when you grab it.
5. You get jealous because of a neighbor flirting with Tim.
Tim’s house is the house to be at for game night. He has a huge, HD television, good snacks, and is always excellent company. Sitting on his couch and watching the pre-game opinions, you’re surprised to hear the doorbell ring.
“You made it!” Tim cheers as he opens the door. “Come on in. There’s pizza, drinks, help yourself to anything.”
You watch the doorway as Tim’s neighbor walks in. She’s never been to a game night before today, but that’s not what bothers you. Her hands on Tim’s shoulders threaten to make you uninterested in the game. Tim looks over and introduces you, and you shake her hand before offering your seat beside Tim. Once you’re in a chair by yourself, you can breathe a little easier. That ends when Tim sits beside his neighbor, and she leans against his side.
No game is worth this.
“So, I have a confession,” she whispers. You’re not sure why she’s whispering, because you can still hear her, yet she continues, “I’ve never watched a game before, and I have no idea what the rules are.”
“Seriously?” Tim asks. He leans forward to set his drink down and turn the volume up slightly. “I’ll explain what I can if you want.”
“I’d love that!” she gushes.
You keep your eyes on the screen, but you’re aware of her leg pressed to Tim’s, and her hand moving toward his abdomen as she presses her weight against him.
“How many sports did you play in school?” she asks.
“What makes you think I did?” he responds.
She giggles before running a finger along Tim’s bicep and over to the line between his pecs. “All these muscles. While I can appreciate them, I know they serve a purpose.”
“I am a cop.”
“So?”
“Yeah, I played some sports.”
Your phone buzzes, and since you can’t focus on the game anyway, you use it as an excuse to leave early.
“We’re almost to the playoffs!” Tim says as you stand.
“Sorry,” you reply. “I’ll watch the highlights. Enjoy the game.”
In the privacy of your car, you hit the top of the steering wheel. Why doesn’t he ever flirt with me?
1. You stop Tim from flirting with someone at a restaurant to admit your feelings.
The staff of the Mid-Wilshire division has had an incredibly busy week. When Wade suggests you, Tim, Lucy, Nolan, and Angela join him at a nearby restaurant to celebrate the wins of the week, you happily agree. Spending time with your friends out of work sounds like the perfect way to wind down after long days and sleepless nights.
“Oh my gosh, I need, like, six more of these,” Lucy says as she takes the last sip of the waiter’s recommended drink.
“Looks like everyone could use a refill,” Tim says. “This one’s on me.”
The restaurant is as busy as the police station, and your waiter encouraged you to get up and find him at the bar if you needed anything. When Tim stands, you offer to go with him and help him carry drinks. He nods and smiles before offering a hand to help you out of your seat. You don’t hear Angela and Lucy ask each other when you and Tim will make a move on one another.
“Any plans for the weekend?” Tim asks.
“A fifteen-hour nap,” you answer.
Tim shakes his head and taps his elbow against your back. He then moves his hand to the same spot to lead you through the crowd surrounding the bar.
“Hey!” your waiter greets over the noise. “Refills for your whole table?”
Tim nods and thanks him before leaning his forearm against the bar. His body is turned toward you, and you smile as you move closer, acting like the crowd is forcing the proximity. Someone bumps into Tim and says something that you can’t hear. He straightens and turns toward her, and you close your eyes against your building jealousy.
“I was going to apologize again,” the woman – who looks like she just left a Victoria’s Secret fashion show – says, “but now I’m glad I bumped into you, handsome.”
“Not that I would have complained before,” Tim begins.
“Tim!” you yell. He looks toward you quickly, and you press your lips together before asking, “Can we talk?”
A crease appears between Tim’s brows, and he nods before leaning over the bar. He asks the waiter to take the drinks to the table when he has time and thanks him again when the waiter says he will. Tim’s arm presses against your back as he leads you toward a side door. The noise and stress of the restaurant fade as the door closes behind you. You don’t give Tim a chance to ask what’s wrong before you turn to face him.
“What is so wrong with me?” you demand. “Why am I not good enough?”
“What are you talking about?” Tim asks. His voice is raised to match yours, but the genuine confusion on his face hurts worse because he doesn’t know.
“Why don’t you ever flirt with me?”
You are still jealous of every woman that you’ve seen Tim flirt with or accept flirtation from over the last few weeks. After all the time you’ve spent with him and the love you’ve shown him, you deserve to know why he ignores you.
“I-“
“No, Tim, just tell me! Because I love you and you don’t seem to care enough to even notice when I’m around!”
Realization about what you admitted hits you, and you drop your eyes to Tim’s chest. Pushing your feelings on him was never your intention.
“I’m sorry,” you say quietly.
You move to return to the table with your friends, but Tim reaches out and wraps a gentle hand around your wrist.
“It didn’t mean anything,” he says.
As you slowly raise your eyes and your skin burns beneath Tim’s touch, you see that his eyes are steady on yours. You have no reason to doubt him, nor do you want to.
“What didn’t?” you whisper.
“All of the flirting! None of it meant a thing to me.”
“Then-“
“The way that I talk to you, though? The time that we spend together? That means something.”
“But-“
“Let me finish,” Tim demands gently. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles and steps closer. “When I talk to other women, like Rachel and the witness last week, and accept their attention, that’s not flirting for me. That is not how I show my feelings or desires, whatever you want to call it, and it never will be. Talk is cheap, but time? That’s how I prefer showing people I care about them.”
You nod but don’t say anything yet.
“You’re jealous,” Tim accuses. “And while I can understand why, there’s no reason to be.”
“I’m not jealous,” you argue. He raises his brows, and you add, “Currently.”
“You never have to be.”
“Why? Because you’re telling me you prefer quality time to verbal flirtations? Because the last time I was at your house you seemed to be having plenty of that with your neighbor!”
“Is that why you left?”
“I thought you were explaining something.”
Tim rolls his eyes before raising his hands to hold either side of your face.
“Listen to me very closely, just for a minute. It meant nothing.”
You look down, and Tim huffs before pulling you against him. He brings your lips to his and does something that you’ve never seen before. You wanted him to flirt with you, but now you want to be kissed by him every day for the rest of your life. With his touch and the promise that the flirting didn’t mean anything, you know that your jealousy was unnecessary.
“Is that enough explanation?” Tim asks as he pulls back.
“Um, I may need just a little more,” you say softly. “I’m sorry that I yelled at you.”
“Jealous,” Tim teases.
“I don’t know how I was supposed to know that you didn’t mean it.”
“You get special treatment and are still blind to how I feel.”
Tim releases you and opens the door for you to enter first.
“How do you feel?” you ask.
“Hungry. Get inside. And don’t get jealous of Malibu Barbie at the bar; I was just going to say that I was glad she didn’t spill her drink on me.”
You purse your lips in offense, and Tim reaches forward to pull you inside with him.
“I’ll give you more explanation later, but only if you promise to trust me from now on. And, in the future, just tell me that you love me instead of getting jealous.”
You’re almost back to the table when Tim leans in and says, “Oh, and, by the way, I only flirted with Rachel right in front of you because I knew Lucy was trying to win the bet.”
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