Being a cop is the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to Y/N Y/LN.

She’s been a cop for four years now. She joined when she was twenty-one, which is considered pretty young. Her rookie class had two others, but they both washed out pretty quickly, leaving Y/N as the last woman standing.

Now, at twenty-five, she’s still a patrol officer but also a UC, an undercover officer. She could move to any station truly, but she loves Mid Wilshire. She has friends here, family. And she loves the streets. Loves the rush. Loves helping people.

Tonight, however, is not playing out how she wants or expects it to.

After her shift, she finds herself at a bar. Or rather, sitting outside of a bar on a curb. She keeps the napkins held to her bleeding nose as she waits for Tim Bradford, the cop who had been her T.O. and one of her closest friends, to get here and pick her up. She knows he’s pissed. He didn’t have to say it. She could hear it in his voice when he asked where she was.

She glances up when she hears a truck pull up beside the curb. She doesn’t bother to stand, not with her head pounding and blood still gushing. She winces when the truck door slams. She watches as Tim rounds the corner his eyes landing on her.

She offers him a feeble wave with her blood stained hand.