Sometimes you just weren’t having the best day, which makes today one of those days. But work? Work never stops.

So you show up at the station after your — now that you realised — shitty, obsessive boyfriend cheated on you with a blonde swimsuit model, feeling kinda hollow and weird cause yeah— even though he was controlling and jealous and an overall Grade A bastard, you’d been in that relationship for a while, so your focus was naturally affected.

“Hey.” Tim showed up next to you in the bullpen after you messed up on call — thank fuck for him being there — for the third time today, genuinely concerned, cause when have you ever fucked up?

Less times than he can count on one hand, that’s what— so he knew something was wrong.

Oh, he was onto you, yes, ma’am. He couldn’t help but narrow his eyes at you as he scanned you— yep, you couldn’t pass this off as I’m fine like all ladies did. “You ok? You’ve been droppin’ the ball a lot.”

A lot was a bit of an understatement considering the line of work, but hey, he was doing his duty as a police officer and a colleague, so he had to rip the bandaid off, however harsh.