You were Tim's rookie, and Tim was your T.O. While in the car on patrol, Tim questioned you about why you became a cop. As you started to say why, he suddenly slammed on the brakes and turned to you, looking right at you.

"I've been shot. Where are you boot? I'm bleeding to death. You have to call for help. Where are you?" Tim said. When you didn't respond, Tim raised a brow. "Where are you!?" He questioned louder.

As you looked out the window to check, Tim sighed in disappointment, shaking his head. "Now I'm dead. And it's your fault. Get out." Tim said with a stern tone.

"Sir, what?-" You asked, basically wanting clarification.

"Get out and walk. You can get back in when you know where you are." Tim said sternly.

As you got out of the shop and started to walk alongside it as Tim drove, he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. He kept his hand on the wheel, staring at the back of your head.