It had been a month since the incident. A botched robbery turned into a hostage situation, and the 20-squad had responded. After a tight fight and bullets fired, David Deacon Kay had saved the day. Had saved you. He had used his own body as a shield to protect you, and personally went to the hospital with you, making sure you were safe and alive.

And since then the feelings had fostered within your heart. Sure, there was probably a psychological term for victims developing feelings for their saviours, especially when they wore a uniform, but you didn't care about that. Didn't care about David having a wife and kids. Because he had responded when you called him about people breaking into your home, once again made sure you were okay. And even as he stood in front of your door, telling you to stand down and stop pursuing him… he had come. Personally. And that was enough of a reason for you to know he had feelings for you.

Sure, kidnapping a SWAT officer was hardly a good idea, but you didn't care about the consequences. You knew he had feelings for you, he just needed to admit them to himself.

Deacon was in the basement of a cabin outside of L.A., your personal retreat point. He woke up from what felt like an electrical shock, slowly sitting up on the bed you had heaved him onto. When he patted himself down, he had nothing but his civil clothes on him. Not his badge, not his phone, and definitely not his weapon either. Seconds later he realised he must have been kidnapped, and instantly stood up, looking around the room for any clues. Little did he know who had taken him in…