#timbradfordxreader

"Thank you again Y/N, I really appreciate you being here for me and Chris" Lucy thanked me again, passing me the cup of freshly made coffee. "No need to thank me, you're my friend" I smiled sweetly at her as I sat beside Chris on the coach. "How are you doing Chris? And don't lie to me, we're both survivors of Rosalin. I know what sh... it does to you" I pat his knee softly. He opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by a knock on the door. "You expecting a guest Lucy?" I asked as I rose slowly from the coach, hand floating above my gun. "No" She replies, walking cautiously to the door. I watch intensely as she turns the handle. "Tim?" Lucy asks. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. However, a sadness washed over me. Why was he here? He told me he was too busy to hang out today. His eyes met mine. "Oh Y/N Hi" I rolled my eyes and sat beside Chris. Chris looked at me sending me a warm smile, which I returned. He told me he was busy but turns up at Lucy's. I keep pushing this feeling away but he's making it hard for me, I gathered that Tim and Lucy had something going on ever since they came back from Vegas.

"Did you want to come in?" I didn't hear his reply but did hear his footsteps enter the flat, which told me instantly what his answer was. Tim carefully sat beside me, and awkward silence surrounded us. *Buzz Buzz* Saved by the bell!! I answered my phone quickly, rising to my feet as I check the ID "Lopez". I slid the green button across my screen, bringing the phone to my hear. "Y/N ah thank god" She sounded out of breath and in panic. "Lopez, you okay?" I ask. "Yes I just have a situation, Wesley is at work and I've been called in. The nanny is busy and so is Wesley's mom. Can you please come and watch Jack?" I grab my jacket and rush to put my shoes on. "Y/N what happened?" Lucy asked with concern in her voice. "Lopez has a work emergency so I'm going to watch baby Jack" She nodded understandably. Tim got up off the sofa and made his way towards me. "I'll come with you". I look up from my shoes and met Tim's eyes. "I'm good thank you" I said rather fast. I opened the door taking a step out. "At least let me drop you off, I know your cars not here. I didn't see it" .Did he check to see if I was here? Maybe he wouldn't have come if he knew I was here. I had to get to Lopez' as soon as possible to I agreed.

The car journey was silent, neither one of us started a conversation. We just sat in silence listening to the radio. "Y/N.." "I don't actually feel like talking Tim" I heard him sigh, hands turning white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter.

We finally arrived, the ten minute journey felt like two hours. I jumped out the car muttering a small thank you, and made my way up the path to the Ever's residence. I raised my fist to knock but the door swung open before I could, baby Jack was thrown in my hands and Lopez zoomed passed me. "Thank you" she shouted as she ran to her car. As my eyes follow her I noticed Tim's car still there. I close my eyes taking a deep breath before I turn around and walk into the apartment.

Tim Badford

The episode where bailey falls into roselins trap, instead the reader falls in. Nolan is readers half brother thats why rosalin targets her. Tim is losing his mind and is scared of losing her.

Where reader is kidnapped by Caleb instead of Lucy, Tim does everything he can to get her back.

Where the reader replaces Chen in the episode where Tim and Chen go undercover as a couple.

Reader walks in on Tim and Lucy kissing, not because they like each other, but because theyre practising for going undercover. Part 2 of previous request, or can be it's own. Reader thinks Lucy and Tim like each other, after catching them kissing the reader pushes Tim away, he doesn't understand why. Reader is called by Lopez to babysit Jack, she goes and Tim turns up. They confess. Tim is about to have his spinal surgery, Reader asks what the risks are and tells Tim that its important he does it. Ashley tries to argue, saying she needs time to think about it. Reader says that Tim doesnt have time to wait, and comforts Tim knowing he is acting tough but it worried. --- After surgery, reader hears Ashley break up with Tim and she defends him.

John Nolan -

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Female Reader

Genre: Soft comfort, subtle romance, emotional intimacy

POV: You

You find him outside the station just after sundown, leaning against his truck like the day has wrung him out and left him to dry. His shoulders are stiff, jaw clenched, arms crossed like he’s holding himself together out of sheer will.

Another long shift. Another tough call. You don’t need the details—you’ve seen that look before.

The Tim Bradford wall is up. But not for you.

You don’t say anything at first. Just walk over, close enough for him to feel your presence before you speak.

“Rough day?” you ask gently.

His eyes flick to you. That familiar mix of exhaustion and restrained emotion is there, swirling just under the surface. But when he sees you, something shifts. His shoulders don’t exactly relax, but they stop bracing like he’s waiting for a hit.

“Rough week,” he mutters, voice low.

You nod, stepping closer until your arm brushes his. “Want to talk about it?”

He hesitates, but you don’t press. With Tim, you’ve learned it’s never about saying the right thing—it’s about being there, being steady, giving him space until he chooses to fill it.

After a pause, he sighs. “Kid. Domestic case. We got there too late.”

You look at him. His eyes are on the ground now, voice flat. Not emotionless—just buried deep, like he’s trying not to let it crack through. You know how much those calls weigh on him. He never says it, not directly, but you can feel it in the silence after, in the way he carries himself heavier than before.

So you reach out, hand brushing his arm before you slide it down to hold his hand. He lets you. Doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away.

You feel his fingers tighten around yours, just a little.

“I’m sorry,” you say softly. “You did what you could.”

“Not enough,” he says under his breath, and that breaks your heart more than anything.

But then he looks at you—really looks at you—and in that second, the storm behind his eyes dulls. He still looks tired. But not lost.

“You always do this,” he murmurs.

“Do what?”

“Show up. Make things quiet, even when everything else is chaos.”

Your brow furrows, but before you can speak, he shakes his head with the smallest of smiles—more a flicker than anything full.

“You’re the calm,” he says simply. “Mine.”

It’s not a grand confession. It’s not fireworks. But coming from Tim Bradford, it’s everything.

You squeeze his hand, stepping in close enough that your shoulder rests lightly against his chest. He doesn’t move away. If anything, he leans just slightly into you—like even the smallest part of him knows he’s safe here.

There’s traffic behind you. The murmur of police chatter. The buzz of street lights.

But none of it matters.