A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been a while, but I've been trying to make sure the storyline is headed where I want it to go while keeping everything as realistic as I can! I hope you all enjoy this extra long chapter!! Special thanks to my BFF for helping me with a few ideas! Italics within the chapter is a flashback.

I wanted to bring up Tim's past because in the show we don't know much, if anything, about his past. So I'm making it up myself!

Please read and review and let me know what you think!!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Rookie or its characters.

Chapter 4

(Tuesday Mid-morning)

"You're a useless pathetic excuse for a son!"

17-year-old Tim was standing in front of his mom as his father was on another drunken rage. "You shouldn't allow your mother to treat me like that and say those things to me!"

"Dad, you need to relax—"

Tim was interrupted, "you don't tell me what I need to do!" His father yelled as he advanced towards Tim and his mom. He stopped about a foot away, pointing his finger in Tim's face, "you need to tell your mother not to talk to me that way."

"Mom didn't say anything wrong to you. She told you the truth. You need to stop drinking, dad. It's getting out of control." Tim knew he needed to stand up for his mom. As he was growing up, all he remembered was his dad being abusive towards her, and now that he was older he wasn't going to allow it anymore.

His dad swung his fist towards Tim's head, but his drunkenness caused his movements to be delayed and Tim easily avoided the punch. The momentum of his fist caused Tim's dad to stumble to the side.

Tim took the opportunity to guide his mom towards his bedroom as he whispered to her, "go in my room and lock the door. I'll deal with him." He turned to look at her and saw her terrified eyes as she nodded her head and turned to quickly walk away.

As he turned back to his dad, Tim saw him pulling a gun from the waistband of his pants.

His eyes went wide as he spoke with a shaky voice, "dad... what are you doing?"

"I've dealt with her disrespect for far too long. I'm going to teach her a lesson." His dad responded in an eerily calm tone.

Tim stepped in front of his dad who was walking towards Tim's room. "Stop, dad... please." Tim pleaded. He didn't know what to do. He hoped his mom had called the cops. His dad didn't say anything, but he tried to shove Tim out of the way. Tim shoved back and his dad stumbled into the wall.

He didn't want to hurt his dad, but he couldn't let him hurt his mom. His dad suddenly rushed past Tim, shoving him to the ground. Tim tried to catch himself, but as he hit the ground he heard a sickening crack in his left wrist, and pain shot through his wrist and up into his arm.

He realized the sudden reaction from his dad was because he heard sirens, and he was relieved that someone was finally here to help.

As he was getting up to make sure his dad didn't hurt his mom before the cops came in, his relief quickly turned to alarm when he heard an unmistakable sound...

BANG!

Tim jerked awake, a cold sweat covering his body. Thinking about what happened with Moore 12 years ago, when Tim was a rookie, caused other memories to resurface that Tim had buried deep in his mind.

When he was a boy, Tim's dad was abusive to his mom, and as Tim got older, to him. He sat up with his back to the wall and leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. He allowed his memories to carry on from where the dream left off.

Tim ran into the room in time to see his dad standing over his mom's body that was sprawled out on the floor with a gunshot wound to the chest. A minute later the police were banging on the door, yelling "LAPD! Open up!" Tim rushed over to and shoved his dad out of the way, then he sank to the floor and cradled his mom's lifeless body.

Shortly after, cops flooded into the room, weapons drawn. They got the gun from Tim's dad, handcuffed him, and led him away to a police car.

Tim felt a hand settle on his shoulder, and he looked up to see two faces of kind looking police officers, one a young African American man, the other an older white man, who he realized was talking to him.

"Son, are you hurt?" The police officer asked him.

"I... I don't know..." Tim was in shock, so he couldn't tell if he was injured.

The older cop helped him stand and Tim followed him and the younger cop outside. They took him to the back of their police car to help Tim get cleaned up, as his arms were covered in his mom's blood.

As Tim reached his left hand over to start cleaning his right arm, he felt a stabbing pain shoot through his left wrist and into his arm. He winced, and the younger cop noticed.

"What's wrong? What hurts?"

"My left wrist. My dad pushed me down and I heard my wrist crack when I tried to catch myself."

The younger cop called over an EMT who looked at Tim's wrist and was concerned that it might be broken, so he told them that Tim needed to go to the hospital for x-rays.

The older cop told Tim that he and his rookie would drive him to the hospital. Tim sadly nodded his head and got in the back of the patrol car. The cops got in and before they drove away the older man who was driving looked at Tim in the rear view mirror and asked, "is there anyone I can call for you? Any family around here?"

Tim shook his head, "no. No family anywhere."

"Any friends you want to call?"

Tim shook his head again, "don't have many of them either, and none of them would understand what happened tonight. I haven't told anyone about what's been going on."

The officer started driving towards the hospital before speaking to his rookie, who was in the passenger seat, in a quiet voice, "I'll call Child Protective Services when we get to the hospital, but he's 17, so he's going age out of the system in a few months. I wish he had some family around."

The young cop nodded his head, thinking. He felt bad for this young man, who got injured trying to keep his mom safe, only to have his dad kill her anyways.

They arrived at the hospital and after waiting for a few minutes, a nurse took Tim back for X-rays. The older cop told his rookie, "I'm going to call CPS." He stood and was walking away when the young cop said, "no, wait."

The older cop turned and looked at him as he said, "he can stay with me and my fiancée, we have an extra bedroom in our house. Like you said, he'll age out of the system in a few months anyways. I can help him keep his life on track through all of this."

The older cop thought for a minute, then smiled at his rookie. He was finally breaking out of his shell, and taking action on his own, the training officer in him was proud.

"Okay. But you should probably call your fiancée and ask her first."

The rookie nodded and walked outside to make the phone call. He knew she wouldn't mind, she was amazing, and always tried to help anyone she could.

After he ended the call with her, he walked back into the ER waiting room in time to see Tim walking towards his TO, with his arm in a sling and a splint on it extending up past his elbow, a nurse following closely behind him.

The nurse spoke to the officers, "he has a scaphoid fracture in his wrist, he'll need to see an orthopedic surgeon to determine whether he needs surgery, or if casting it will heal it. If you all can wait for a minute, I'll get his discharge papers."

The older officer nodded to her saying, "thank you," and she walked away.

Tim said, "you can just take me back to my house—"

The young cop interrupted, "your house is a crime scene, and I'm not sure it would be the best thing for you to go back there. You can come stay with me and my fiancée, we have a guest room you can use."

Tim's face lit up, and for the first time since the officers met him, they saw a small smile spread across his face.

"Really? I don't want to impose..." Tim said.

"Absolutely, we wouldn't have it any other way."

"Thank you Officer—" Tim looked down at the name tag on his shirt, "Grey."

"Please, call me Wade."

Tim smiled to himself, thinking about the first time he met Grey, who was now his CO. Grey and his fiancée, now his wife, had shown him an overwhelming kindness that a lot of people don't have anymore. Tim had stayed with Grey until he went into the army, and it was Grey's actions that night that had inspired Tim to become a cop with the LAPD after his days in the army were over. He wanted to make an impact on people like the one Grey made in his life that night.

Thinking about Grey caused him to think about his fellow officers. Lopez. West. Nolan. Harper. Chen... his boot. He had to get out of here. He knew they would never give up on finding him, but he had to put in some effort too. Sitting here thinking about the past was doing nothing for him.

He cleared all of the memories from his mind, and started forming a plan to get himself, and Lucy, out of this mess.

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(Tuesday Evening)

The door to Lucy's room opened, and two men walked in, one of them she had seen before, but the other she hadn't. They told her to stand up, so she did, and they led her out of the room and down the hall into a room with a single chair in the middle and a camera set up facing the chair. They sat her in the chair and handcuffed her hands behind her and to the chair, then they left.

After a few minutes two of the men walked back into the room, both of them familiar. The one who talked to her before spoke again, "Officer Chen, my name is Jeffery Moore. You probably haven't heard of me before because I've been in prison for 12 years. I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you all of this," he paused and looked at Lucy, and after a minute she subtly nodded her head. "Your training Officer is the reason I was put away. He deserves everything he's gotten while he's been here, and everything he's going to get."

Lucy knew she couldn't believe what this man was telling her. She trusted Tim, and she wouldn't let Jeffery Moore break her trust. Anything he said, she was sure Tim would have an explanation for if she asked him about it. She scowled at the man as he continued talking.

"Now, lets start the story. 12 years ago Officer Tim Bradford was a rookie with the LAPD. I was riding in a car with my brother, who was driving, when a police car turns its lights on behind us. We hadn't done anything wrong and my brother gets scared, so he keeps driving, and starts driving faster. That's the only thing we should've done differently, but I don't blame my brother for being scared. I was scared too. So as we're driving the cops behind us get hit on their passenger side door as they were going through a light. My brother was watching in the rear view mirror, and since he was distracted he accidentally drove the car onto the curb and hit a tree."

He paused and took a deep breath before continuing, "next thing we know, Officer Tim Bradford is yelling at us to get out of the car. Then Bradford pulls his gun and starts shooting at us... hitting my brother in the chest, instantly killing him..." Lucy looked at him and saw tears glistening in his eyes. "Later I found out that Officer Bradford was driving the patrol car that was in the accident behind us and due to his reckless driving, his training officer was severely injured. Then, when Bradford came and murdered my brother, his training officer was bleeding out and he ended up dying too."

Lucy's poker face faltered and a look of surprise came over her features. Moore noticed.

"From the look on your face I'm guessing you didn't know that little piece of information about your training officer, did you?"

Lucy didn't answer, but she couldn't believe that Tim had never told her about that before. That he shot and killed a man when he was a rookie, and that his training officer was killed when their car was hit and Tim was driving.

"You're... you're lying..." she stuttered. She could barely make any words come out of her mouth.

"I wish I was. My brother was older than me. He was like my father. He taught me so much and was always there for me. And Officer Bradford took him away from me. Then I got sent to prison for trying to defend myself and my brother. That's why I'm looking for revenge."

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(Tuesday)

Lopez and West were on the task of looking at prisoners recently out of prison, whether they were released or they escaped. West was looking into a convict who had escaped a couple of weeks ago with the help of a prison guard and his cellmate.

Lopez looked over at his screen and froze when she saw the name of the man West was looking at. He noticed the expression on her face and said "what's wrong?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Prisoners recently escaped from prison. This is Jeffery Moore, he went to prison for a bunch of things, including shooting a cop. Maybe he has a grudge against the department?"

She shook her head, "not against the department," West looked at her confused as she stood up and said, "I'm going to get Grey and then we'll explain it to you."

When she returned, Grey, Harper and Nolan were following her.

Grey looked at the picture of the man pulled up on West's laptop and sighed.

"What's going on?" West asked.

Grey started the story, "12 years ago, Lopez and Bradford were rookies with the LAPD. I was Lopez's training officer and Bradford's TO was a man named Cody Anderson. Anderson and Bradford were on patrol and were going to pull over a car with two occupants for a simple traffic stop. They car fled and led Bradford and Anderson on a high speed chase. Bradford was driving and as they were going through a green light, a drunk driver ran their red light and hit the passenger side door. The wreck distracted the driver of the car they were chasing, who drove up on the curb and crashed into a tree. Bradford was a little shaken up but okay so Anderson told him to go get the suspects. Lopez and I got there, and went to help Bradford detain the suspects. That's when the driver pulled a gun and started shooting at Bradford. Bradford fired back, hitting the suspect in the chest and killing him. Then the passenger got the driver's gun and shot at Tim, hitting him in the shoulder. Lopez and I fired back and hit the passenger, Jeffery Moore, in the leg and he dropped the gun. Then we arrested him."

He paused before finishing, "Moore went to prison, and we found out the driver of his car was his brother and they both had warrants out for their arrest, that's why they ran. Bradford passed out due to blood loss, so we got him to the hospital and when he woke up, I had to tell him that his training officer bled out after he told Tim to go arrest the suspects."

West, Nolan, and Harper were all shocked. Nolan spoke next, "so Moore is out for revenge because Bradford killed his brother."

Gray nodded, "which is why we need to find them now."

All four officers knew what he meant. If they didn't find Tim and Lucy soon, it might be too late.

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(Tuesday Evening)

The door to Tim's room opened and the only plan he had come up with was to try and fight his way out. Unfortunately, Jeffery Moore and two other men walked into his room so he was outnumbered three to one.

His knee still hurt, and he was weak from the lack of food and past beatings, but he had to try. He swung at the first man that walked in, and it was obviously unexpected because Tim hit him square in the jaw and the man dropped like a bag of rocks. The second man swung at Tim, but he ducked and then punched the man in the stomach. He hunched over grabbing his stomach as Tim focused on Jeffery Moore who had a look of shock on his face.

Moore wasn't expecting a fight, but he easily dodged the punch that was aimed at his cheek. He remembered how Tim fell when they brought him here and how he had been favoring his knee ever since, so he kicked his leg towards Tim's knee. Tim wasn't expecting it, and he felt a pop as Moore's foot connected with his knee. His knee gave out under his own weight and he sunk to the floor. The two men both got up and were staring daggers into Tim. Another man came up behind Moore and asked, "what's going on?"

Tim locked eyes with Moore, as Moore replied, "our friend here just made a big mistake. Help me get him up."

They got him up and led him down the hall. His knee was throbbing with every step he took, and he felt like it might give out on him.

They led him into a room with a TV set up on a table and a chair in front of it. They sat Tim in the chair and tied his hands together behind it. One of the men turned the TV on and Tim nearly gasped at the picture that filled the television screen.

The image was of a chair in the middle of the room and Lucy sitting in the chair. She looked okay, and it didn't look like she had any injuries, but that didn't mean she was okay.

Tim clenched his teeth together as Jeffery Moore left his room and a minute later walked into the picture on the TV. Tim listened as Moore told Lucy his side of the story and he got angry as he heard Moore's one-sided version of what happened that day. His anger turned to hurt as he saw the confusion on Lucy's face.

She couldn't be believing Moore. Tim would explain everything as soon as they got out of here. He begged her in his thoughts to trust in him, and not believe the lies Moore was telling her. Tim pushes his thoughts out of his mind and focused on what Moore was saying, "that's why I'm looking for revenge. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend made a critical mistake a few minutes ago. I'm sorry I have to do this, but it might be the only thing that gets through to him."

Moore suddenly pulled a knife from a sheath strapped to his belt. Tim's eyes widened, "STOP!" He yelled. Moore must've heard him because he walked out of the picture on the TV screen and came back to the room Tim was in.

"This seems to be the only way you might learn your lesson."

"No... no... don't hurt her... please... I'll do anything... just let her go and I'll stay. No more fighting..."

"You'd sacrifice yourself for her?" Moore asked, but the look in Bradford's eyes already answered his question.

Moore pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. Tim guessed the other person picked up because Moore started talking, "we're done with her..."

Tim was relieved as Moore turned off the TV, right as one of his men had walked into the picture. Tim was glad Lucy would be okay, and his fellow officers would hopefully find him soon, but even if they didn't, his love would be safe.

His relief quickly turned to horror at the next words Moore spoke into the phone, "shoot her."

A few seconds later, Tim heard a gunshot and he started struggling against the bonds that were tying his hands behind his back and to the chair. "No... no no no... NOOO..." he ground out through clenched teeth as he continued struggling.

Two of the men came into the room and untied Tim from the chair. He kept struggling the whole walk back to his room, and when he got there he received the worst beating since he had arrived. When it was over Moore was about to leave the room, but he turned around and looked at Tim, who was curled up in the fetal position on the floor, and said, "now you have nothing to fight for. It's your fault she was here, you know. You killed my brother, your training officer, and now your rookie and girlfriend. I bet that's a lot of guilt your carrying." Moore turned and left, leaving Tim to his thoughts.

The only thing Tim could think about was how everything was his fault. He didn't know if he could go on without Lucy. They had only been together for a few months, but he knew that she was the love of his life.

Tears sprung to his eyes at the thought of his boot. He was supposed to keep her safe. After thinking for a while, he determined that he deserved everything Moore had done to him, and would do to him.

Tim had accepted his fate. Moore was right, there was nothing left to fight for.

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