A/N: I am back with another one-shot of The Rookie. This is based off Eric's hilarious "what would Jackson's reaction be to Tim showing up in the kitchen making coffee sans shirt" – and so, this silly fanfic was born. Hope ya'll get a kick out of it. I sure had fun writing it! Love that Eric's so down w/the Chenford ship & plays it right up along w/fans. And Titus too LOL. They truly are the ship captains – Melissa's such a good sport about it, too. Love that cast. Okay, without further ado: enjoy! Do let me know what you think– this is only my 2nd time writing for Chenford/The Rookie.

Jackson West did not function without his coffee. Especially not at 6AM on a Saturday, the day after rookie graduation, where he and his two fellow colleagues, John and Lucy, may or may not have done drunk karaoke until 2 in the morning. Oops.

He was busy pondering over his chaotic life choices when he made a dead stop in the middle of his kitchen. Well, more like that awkward area between the hallway of he and Lucy's bedrooms and the entryway to the kitchenette. Because by the island in said kitchen, the coffee was already being made. But, not by Lucy. No…mostly because he was always the one to make it for her, as she was not an early bird. And he knew the coffee was not being made by Sterling, because Jackson would know those abs anywhere. Besides, Sterling had a swoop of long hair that he styled over, not a close-cropped cut.

Nope, because the universe worked in ways he did not understand at times, a shirtless Tim Bradford was in front of him, nonchalantly making coffee like he lived here. But he didn't…last time Jackson checked, anyhow. So, why was his roommate's TO helping himself to their cold brew…and more importantly – not that Jackson would complain – where was his shirt?

He opened his mouth to vocalize the second question, when he swore off drinking altogether as he could've sworn a super-sleepy Lucy Chen stumbled out of her room…wearing a shirt about 4 times too big for her. She was mumbling something Jackson couldn't understand as she dragged herself to the bathroom down the hall, apparently unaware of the scenario unfolding in the kitchen.

Even in his drunken stupor, Jackson wasn't a moron. Oh, so that happened last night. Okay. He shook his head, as if that would somehow magically make his brain work enough to form coherent sentences.

"Um–" was the only thing he uttered, followed by a slacked jaw when the half-naked TO in question turned to fully face him.

It would've been funnier, had Jackson not been so hungover. But, Tim's brief second of bewilderment, followed by his usual "tough guy" façade was a tiny bit comical to watch. "Jackson," he said cautiously holding the coffee cup in his hand.

"Tim," Jackson mimicked, a teasing lilt in his voice. As if to say I know what you don't want me to… "Late night?" He couldn't help but joke about it. His method of dealing with awkward situations was usually to resort to comedy. This definitely qualified as one of those times.

He watched Tim's jaw tick, like he was debating his next words. "You could say that, yeah. But listen, it's not like I planned for any of this to happen. I just had to take Chen home, err, back here. And–"

"And she somehow ended up in your shirt?" He finished for him with raised eyebrows.

"She was cold?" He lamely offered.

"Uh huh. And I'm the next Barack Obama," Jackson quipped. He backpedaled quickly when he saw Tim's classic "TO" face take shape. Shit. "Sorry, sir. I won't say a word."

"Right. Sure. Okay," Tim kept stringing together words in a staccato fashion, as if they would somehow make up for his lack of an explanation. Course, no one really needed to have this be explained to them. Anyone with two eyes and half a brain could see that Tim and Lucy were into each other…except for well, Tim and Lucy.

Jackson knew Lucy had called things off with Emmett a few weeks ago – something about "never getting to see each other off shift" – but he had no idea Rachel and Tim had been over with. That is, if they were over with. Course, Tim was about as straight-and-narrow as they came, so Jackson was 99.9% sure if he did in fact, sleep with Lucy, that he was single and more than eager to.

"Rachel?" He asked, like he had a right to know. Despite Tim being Lucy's TO, Jackson was still super protective of his roommate and friend. He would so deck him in the face if he needed to, rule book be damned.

"We've been done for a month now," Tim explained, taking a long drink of his coffee.

Jackson nodded, eyes awkwardly darting around the room. His mind dumbly wondered where the hell Lucy was anyway. Did she fall in or something?

As if on cue, out walked a freshly showered Lucy, towel and all. She was muttering something to herself at first, before blazing right past Jackson and over to Tim, kissing him like they didn't have an audience.

Tim, who was, A) a guy and B) powerless to resist Lucy any longer honestly – kissed her back with just as much fervor, but whispered something in her ear as she slowed herself down.

Jackson coughed, signaling Lucy's worst fear. He couldn't help but laugh out loud at the slew of curse words that left her mouth.

"Oh fuck! Shit, fuck, shit! Jackson!? What the hell are you doing here?! You were supposed to be at Sterling's! God dammit, I can't– oh my god. And Tim. Fuck. Tim. Shit, shit, shit!"

"Uh huh, well you did Fuck. Tim. Last night," Jackson joked, earning him daggers from Lucy's eyes. "But don't worry Luce, your secret's safe with me."

Lucy exhaled deeply, her body lazily falling against Tim's bare chest with ease. Jackson had to admit, they made a good couple. And they were a good match for one another, both in personality and merit. Not to mention, they weren't actually training officer and rookie anymore. They were P2 and P3 now – and if anyone could make a relationship on the job work, it'd be those two.

"Besides," he started, making both pairs of eyes fall on him with curiosity. "I called this from day 1."

He left a shocked Tim and Lucy standing silent by the kitchen island, while he gracefully grabbed his own cup of coffee, laughing all the way back to his room. Yeah, that was one wake-up call he'd never forget. Not for a second.