You watched from the shadows, your breath hitching as the scene unfolded before you. Tim knelt beside his rookie, Lucy Chen, his hand cupping her face with a tenderness you had never known from him. His voice, low and soothing, carried words that felt like knives to your heart.

"You’re safe now," he murmured, nuzzling her cheek as though she were the most fragile, cherished thing in his world.

The sight made your chest tighten, a sharp, unrelenting pain blooming deep inside you. It wasn’t the first time you had seen him cold and distant with others. That was Tim. That was who he was. Yet here he was, soft and gentle, his icy facade melting away for her.

She wasn’t even gravely injured—a busted lip, a touch of heatstroke. But you saw it in his eyes. The way he looked at her.

He loves her.

The thought clawed at your mind, a wound far deeper than any you had ever endured in the line of duty. Without a word, you turned away, retreating to the familiar yet unrelenting solace of the S.W.A.T. unit. You buried yourself in the danger, in missions designed to break lesser people. You welcomed the risk, craving the numbness it offered.

But tonight, the mission had gone wrong. A blade had found your side, carving into the soft flesh of your stomach. Another across your throat. Yet even as blood seeped through your uniform, pooling at your boots, you refused help.

You thought, maybe he just saw you as a stress reliever. Someone who he could just bang and then be rough with. You never had soft moments. You didn't need them. But you wanted them. You wanted more

.As you sit and think, you think about Tim. How happy he looked with Chen. It was an expression you've never seen him wear with you. It was always rough, cold and dominant.

You were his wife and an autistic girl who had a unique way of percieving the world. You were innocent and pure and had childlike qualities.

The pain of your stab wound and slit throat was becoming agonising but you were still stubborn and wouldn't go to hospital. You thought you deserved this pain. You deserved to hurt.

You looked at your watch and it was almost time for him to get off work. As you sit and think, your thoughts consumed you. The thoughts of how much he likes Chen. The worry he would show her if she was in this situation