Okay guys, I guess I'm not the only one who was wondering about Lucy's neck tattoo. I know that my explanation below is not it, but I figured I could play with the idea and give you guys this bit of goodness. Leave comments, or leave prompts. This is going to be a one shot collection featuring Tim and Lucy, usually together, unless a prompt I get requests otherwise. They will be unrelated, but so much fun. Happy reading!

Tim Bradford was never a man for tattoos. He didn't like how they looked and he didn't like the pain that was involved with getting them. He always thought that they were distracting and that they took away the natural beauty of someone. The first time he found himself liking a tattoo, was when he met Lucy Chen for the first time. His eyes had swept over her form and he noticed a tattoo of some kind peeking out from the collar of her uniform shirt.

For months after that he would catch his eyes roam over her neck, trying to pinpoint what the tattoo was. He had no luck in figuring it out for the longest time. The first time he got a good up close look at it, was when his lips was hovering over her pulse point after a rough shift.

He wasn't her TO anymore so he took her for a drink at a bar not far from his apartment. He knew that the day's call involving a dying teenager was rough on her, so taking her to blow off steam seemed like a good idea at the time. When she started to cry, he had pulled her into a hug, telling her that she would unfortunately get used to seeing people die some times. She had pulled back from his embrace and smiled softly before running her hand through his short hair. Her hand in his hair sparked something because the next thing he knew, they were in his bed, him hovering over her.

He had kissed her lips before moving down towards his favorite part of her: her neck. He had ran his tongue over her tattoo, causing her to shiver when her soft voice broke the intoxicating spell.

"It's a Korean symbol."

Tim rose an eyebrow, wondering if she would elaborate. He kissed her soundly when she didn't.

It took Tim months to find out what her Korean tattoo meant. Anytime he would even hint at the meaning of her neck ink, Lucy would do things to distract him: kiss him so hard that his world turned upside down; get him to talk about his family or his childhood; or get his advice on something work related (he wasn't her TO, but she still came to him with almost everything policing related).

Surprisingly it wasn't when he was hovering over her, preparing to fully ravish her that she finally told him the meaning of her tattoo. It was in the dark of their new apartment, after unloading both of their belongings from the moving truck.

She had toyed with her plastic utensils, when her voice had broken the silence, "It means warrior," her eyes flashed up to Tim and she continued when he had rose an eyebrow, silently telling her to continue, "I know that you've been wanting to know, but the story behind it was hard to tell."

Tim's eyes had softened at her small quiet voice, "Lucy-"

She cut him off quickly, before she lost her nerve, "My family was originally from what is now known as North Korea. They were lucky to get out before I was born; they were only in America two months before I had made my grand entrance. They fought and risked so much, so that I could have a life outside of a war torn country ran by a ruthless dictator."

She paused and realized that she had gripped Tim's hand so tight that her knuckles were white. She took a deep breath before continuing, grateful for Tim's silent support, "In the following years, friends didn't come easy because my parents were immigrants. I guess that's why I love LA so much; It doesn't matter that I'm Korean American. I have friends in LA who get how I feel of being the first generation in their family to be born here. They get the struggle of fitting in and making friends despite the culture differences and language barriers," she paused to smile softly before continuing, "I decided in my freshman year at UCLA to get something to remind me of who I am and where I came from. Warrior in Korean script seemed like a good fit; I have overcome so much to get here in this moment."

As Tim lay awake hours later with Lucy wrapped up in his arms, snoring softly, Tim got a better look at her neck. His eyes traced the lines and curves that spelled warrior in Lucy's native tongue. He was so thankful for that patch of ink that spelled out who Lucy was in her life. She was a fighter, if only a gentle one, but a fighter all the same. He kissed her neck softly before drifting off to sleep.