With Wesley

The rookies gathered around an open tent where water bottles and pins were laid out for a community drive.

As Jackson walked over, John asked, "Should we be flattered that Sergeant Grey chose us to represent the department at this block party?"

Lucy rolled her eyes and replied, "You're forgetting four keywords—on our day off."

Wesley chuckled. "Someone sounds a little annoyed."

Lucy shot him a look. "Maybe I am, Wes."

Wesley grinned. "Ooh, it's cute when you're upset."

Lucy smirked. "I am. Maybe I should tell your pregnant girlfriend you said that."

Wesley shrugged. "Go ahead. She knows I call girls cute—part of my nice guy charm."

Jackson looked between them and asked, "Are you two flirting?"

Lucy and Wesley quickly responded in unison, "We're not flirting."

John laughed. "Yeah, real subtle, guys."

Jackson shook his head. "I'll take this block party as a vote of confidence."

John picked up some pins, but Jackson dumped them out with a grin. "This is some great swag. Did Grey hook you up with this?"

Lucy glanced at the pile. "I think Officer Above and Beyond might've bought those himself."

Jackson smirked. "Hey, I got a guy at Kinko's, okay?"

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "Mm-hmm."

Jackson handed over glass vases with flowers in them to Lucy and Wesley. "All right, you two make yourselves useful and fill these up with water. There's a hose in that side yard."

Wesley and Lucy walked side by side, the tension between them almost palpable.

Wesley broke the silence. "Are you okay?"

Lucy glanced at him, then away. "I'm fine. I'm sure you've heard about your brother and me breaking up."

"Yeah, I heard," Wesley replied, his tone gentle. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Lucy shook her head. "There's nothing to talk about. Let's just focus on the job."

They reached the side of the house, the atmosphere still heavy. Wesley, not one to give up easily, pressed on. "Look, I know John can be a hardass, but he broke up with you because he didn't want you to be treated differently in the department."

"I know he did, okay?" Lucy snapped, but then her shoulders slumped, her frustration giving way to something deeper.

Wesley studied her for a moment. "Something's bothering you. What's wrong?"

Lucy avoided his gaze. "Nothing. Can we just... fill the vases?"

Wesley sighed but handed his vase to Lucy and grabbed the hose. He filled her vase first, then his own, the silence between them growing more uncomfortable by the second.

Once both vases were full, Lucy handed his back to him. Wesley hesitated, then spoke softly. "Luce, please, tell me what's going on. You're acting different, and I'm worried about you."

Lucy looked down at the vase in her hands, the water reflecting her conflicted expression. She took a deep breath, but the words seemed to stick in her throat. Finally, she looked up at Wesley, her eyes betraying the emotions she'd been trying to hide. "It's just... harder than I thought. Everything feels different now, and I don't know how to deal with it."

Wesley hesitated, "I..."

Lucy cut him off, her voice edged with frustration. "And then people say we're flirting, even though you have a girlfriend who's pregnant with your kid."

Wesley took a deep breath, guilt evident in his tone. "I'll admit, I was flirting. And I shouldn't have done it. I'm sorry, Lucy."

Lucy looked at him, confusion and hurt in her eyes. "But why? Why would you flirt with me?"

Wesley looked at her earnestly. "Look at you, Luce. Anyone would be crazy not to see how beautiful you are. You're easy to talk to and easy to connect with. Before Zoe and I got together, I had feelings for you. I didn't act on them because... I was scared. I couldn't handle the thought of being rejected if you didn't feel the same way."

Lucy blushed slightly, her defenses dropping. "I wouldn't have rejected you, Wesley. I liked you too."

Realizing the weight of her words, she quickly added, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

Wesley shook his head, his expression softening. "No, you have every right to be open about how you feel. I love Zoe. She's incredible, and I'm thrilled about our future together. But what I felt for you... it was real, and it was strong. I can't pretend it wasn't there."

Lucy met his gaze, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. The air between them felt charged with unspoken emotions. "Wesley..." she whispered, feeling the weight of what they had both just confessed.

Lucy took a deep breath, finally finding the strength to say, "We can't be together. I'm sorry."

Wesley offered her a gentle smile, and in that moment, Lucy felt a warmth she hadn't expected. His voice was soft but steady. "It's okay, Lucy. I know it's wrong. I would never cheat on Zoe. If talking about this is bringing up feelings you'd rather not deal with, I understand. I promise."

Lucy looked at him, a mix of frustration and relief in her eyes. "Why didn't you just tell me, you jerk?"

Wesley's smile faltered slightly, replaced by a vulnerable honesty. "I was scared... scared that if I told you, you'd never want to talk to me again."

Lucy sighed, her shoulders dropping as she allowed herself to be honest. "I wouldn't have shut you out, Wesley. It's just... complicated. I didn't want to mess things up, and now that Zoe's pregnant, it's even more complicated."

Wesley nodded, feeling the weight of his emotions. "I know. I just... I didn't want to lose you as a friend. You mean a lot to me, Lucy."

Lucy's eyes softened. "You mean a lot to me too, Wesley. More than I realized. But we have to focus on what's right, not just what we feel."

Wesley took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of her words. "You're right. We have to do the right thing, for everyone involved."

They stood in silence for a moment, the tension easing as they found comfort in their shared vulnerability.

Wesley finally broke the silence. "Thank you for being honest with me, Lucy. It means a lot."

Lucy smiled a genuine warmth in her eyes. "Thank you for understanding, Wesley. And for being honest too."

Wesley took a deep breath, then said, "Maybe if we're honest about how we feel, it could help us move on."

Lucy hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay. You're not just a great friend, Wesley. I fell in love with the person you are, even though we can't be together. I still love you."

Wesley's smile was bittersweet. "You've been one of the best things in my life since the day we met. Easily in my top five. No matter what happens or how little we talk... I love you too. So much."

Lucy felt tears well up and quickly wiped them away. "I hope this helps us move forward."

Wesley nodded, his voice was soft but resolute. "Me too."

Lucy walked away, leaving Wesley standing alone by the hose. 

As soon as she was out of sight, tears began to fall down his face. He took a deep breath, wiping them away before gathering himself. 

With a heavy heart, he walked back to the tent and quietly placed his flowers down, trying to mask the emotions still lingering beneath the surface.

As Wesley walked back, a kid approached him and asked, "Is that your girlfriend?"

Wesley shook his head, forcing a small smile. "No, she's just a close friend."

The kid looked up at him, noticing the lingering emotion in Wesley's eyes. "But you have tears in your eyes."

Wesley sighed, crouching down to the kid's level. "Yeah, I do. We had some things we needed to talk about—grown-up stuff. But no, she's not my girlfriend."

The kid tilted his head, curious. "What's your girlfriend like?"

Wesley softened as he thought about Zoe. "She's one of the most kind and caring people I've ever met." His thoughts briefly drifted to Lucy, realizing she fit that description just as well. "I'm really lucky to have her."

The kid nodded, seemingly satisfied with Wesley's answer, and then ran off to join his friends. Wesley stood up, watching him go, his thoughts still tangled. He took a deep breath, trying to push the conversation with Lucy out of his mind as he walked back to the tent.

As he reached the table where the flowers were set up, he placed the vase down gently. The weight of the conversation still hung over him, but he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He started arranging the flowers, trying to lose himself in the simple, repetitive motion.

Just as he finished, he felt a presence beside him. He looked up to see John, who had noticed the shift in his mood.

John gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before heading off to continue their duties at the block party. Wesley watched him go, then turned back to the flowers, trying to shake off the lingering sadness.

He knew he had to pull himself together, not just for the sake of the event, but because he had people depending on him—Zoe, Lucy, even John. They all needed him to be strong, even when things felt complicated.

As the day wore on, Wesley kept himself busy, interacting with the community, handing out water bottles, and helping wherever he was needed. But in the back of his mind, the conversation with Lucy kept replaying, a reminder of the complexity of the relationships in his life.

He couldn't change what had been said, but he could focus on what mattered most—moving forward, for the sake of everyone involved.

Grey was mingling with the group and remarked, "Nice pins you've got there."

Jackson responded, "Thank you, sir."

Grey said, "These might be your best shot at drawing in the kids from LAFD."

John replied, "With all due respect, sir, they've got a fire engine. To a six-year-old, that's like candy."

Jackson chuckled, and Grey added, "I refuse to be outdone by a department that puts out shirtless calendars."

Wesley joked, "Well, I could always tell the kids I used to be an assassin."

Everyone turned to look at Wesley, and he shrugged, "What? Kids would think that's pretty cool. It's the parents we'd need to win over if they showed up."

Grey gave Wesley a skeptical look but couldn't help a chuckle. "I'm not sure that's the kind of attention we want, Boot."

Wesley grinned. "Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. And it's not like we haven't used wild tactics before."

Lucy joined in, still a bit tense from earlier. "Besides, the kids might be interested. Who knows? It could work."

John nodded. "And if it doesn't, at least we'd have a good story to tell."

Grey sighed, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Alright, Boot. If you want to spin that tale, go for it. Just remember to keep it PG."

Wesley saluted playfully. "Yes, sir. No mention of the dark past."

The group laughed, easing the tension from earlier. Jackson took a deep breath and seemed more at ease. "Well, if that's our game plan, I'll be ready to roll with it."

As they settled back into their positions, the kids from LAFD started to gather around, curiosity piqued by the unusual commotion and the assortment of pins and other trinkets. 

Wesley, with his usual charm, began engaging them with his exaggerated, albeit sanitized, tales of his former life. The kids were intrigued, their attention drawn away from the shiny fire engine to the lively stories Wesley was sharing.

Grey watched from a distance, shaking his head with a smile. "Well, I'll give you this, Boot. You've got a way with kids."

Wesley gave him a knowing smile, relieved to see the distraction working. As the event went on, the rookies began to feel a sense of camaraderie and accomplishment, knowing they were making a positive impact in their quirky way.

One of the kids, a curious seven-year-old with wide eyes, asked, "Were you an assassin, mister?"

Wesley, caught off guard, quickly adapted his response. He knelt to the child's level and said with a friendly smile, "Well, I used to work in a job that was a lot like being a secret agent. I helped people, but I had to learn to be very careful and use special skills."

The kid's eyes grew even wider. "Did you have cool gadgets and stuff?"

Wesley nodded enthusiastically. "Oh! I had gadgets that helped me do my job better, like special tools and equipment. But my favorite part was using my brain to solve problems and help people out."

The kid, now fully engrossed, asked, "Did you ever have to fight bad guys?"

Wesley thought for a moment, keeping the tone light. "Sometimes. But the most important thing was making sure everyone was safe and doing the right thing. Fighting bad guys was just one small part of a bigger job."

Another child chimed in, "Did you have a cool costume like a superhero?"

Wesley chuckled. "Not exactly like a superhero. I wore a lot of different outfits for different situations, but no capes or flashy costumes. Just very practical clothes that helped me stay focused on my job."

The kids seemed satisfied with Wesley's answers, their imaginations buzzing with the sanitized version of his past. Lucy and John watched with amused smiles, the atmosphere lightened by Wesley's engaging storytelling.

Grey, still observing from a distance, shook his head with a smirk. "Boot, you know how to spin a tale."

Wesley shrugged with a grin. "Gotta keep it interesting and kid-friendly, right?"

As the block party continued, the kids' attention was fully captured by Wesley's stories, and the rookies enjoyed the unexpected success of their unconventional tactic.

The kids, still intrigued, pressed on. "What did you wear, then? You said it wasn't a costume?"

Wesley smiled, thinking back. "Well, I used to wear blue jeans, a white shirt, and a green leather jacket. It was pretty practical and comfortable for the work I did."

One of the kids, clearly impressed, asked, "Do you still have that jacket?"

Wesley nodded. "Yeah, I do. It's kind of like a special memory for me. I keep it tucked away."

The kids' eyes widened with excitement. "Can we see it?"

Wesley laughed softly. "I'd love to show you, but it's not here right now. Maybe another time. For now, how about we focus on having fun and enjoying the party?"

The kids, though slightly disappointed, quickly bounced back with enthusiasm. "Okay! Can you tell us more about your cool job?"

Wesley continued with light-hearted anecdotes and engaging stories, maintaining a playful and captivating tone. The kids were completely absorbed, their imaginations running wild with visions of Wesley's secret agent past.

As Wesley wrapped up his tales, the children's parents, drawn by the commotion, started to gather around, curious about the exciting stories. The rookies, noticing the growing crowd, exchanged glances, pleased with how Wesley's storytelling had turned the block party into a memorable event.

As Wesley was chatting with a few more kids, another parent, a woman with a worried expression, approached. She kept a firm grip on her child's hand and looked at Wesley with a hint of distrust. "Excuse me," she said, "but I heard about your past. I don't want my child anywhere near you."

Wesley's smile faltered slightly, but he kept his composure. "I understand your concern. I assure you, I've left that life behind and now I'm committed to protecting and serving as a police officer."

The woman's eyes narrowed. "But how can we be sure you've changed?"

Before Wesley could respond, Grey stepped in. "Ma'am, if I may, Officer Wick is one of the finest officers we have. His past is not something we ignore, but it's also not who he is today. He's proven himself time and again. I trust him completely."

Lucy, who had been nearby, added, "I've worked with Wesley closely. I can tell you he's dedicated and genuinely cares about making a positive difference."

John, standing beside Lucy, nodded in agreement. "I've seen firsthand how committed he is to helping others. His past doesn't define him now. He's a valuable member of our team."

The woman looked at Grey, Lucy, and John, her expression softening slightly as she considered their words. "I suppose if you all believe in him, then I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

Grey gave a reassuring nod. "Thank you for understanding. Wesley is here to serve the community and help make it a better place."

The woman hesitated for a moment before nodding, though still visibly uncomfortable. She gently guided her child away, but not before giving Wesley a final, thoughtful look.

Wesley watched her leave, a mix of relief and disappointment on his face. He knew earning trust was a slow process, but he was determined to prove himself.

As the team resumed their work at the block party, Grey, Lucy, and John continued to support Wesley, reinforcing their confidence in him and helping to ease the concerns of the community.

As the woman and her child walked away, Lucy approached Wesley with a concerned expression. She could see the emotional toll the interaction had taken on him.

"Hey, Wes," Lucy said gently, "are you okay?"

Wesley sighed and shrugged, trying to mask his feelings with a faint smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's just... hard sometimes, you know? No matter how much you change, some people can't see past the past."

Lucy nodded sympathetically. "I get it. It's tough when people judge you based on things you've worked so hard to leave behind."

Wesley looked at her and said, "Thanks for backing me up. It means a lot. I know I've got a lot to prove, but sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, it's never enough."

Lucy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You're doing great, Wesley. People might take time to come around, but you're showing them who you are now. That's what matters."

Wesley gave her a grateful smile. "I hope so. I just want to keep proving that I'm more than my past."

Lucy squeezed his shoulder and gave him an encouraging nod. "You're already doing that. Just keep being the person you are now, and the rest will follow."

As they stood there, the noise of the block party continued around them, but at that moment, the support from Lucy helped Wesley feel a little more grounded. Together, they went back to their tasks, ready to continue their work at the event and make a positive impact on the community.

As they resumed their work, Wesley glanced at Lucy, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Lucy, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?" she replied, focusing on arranging the water bottles.

"When we first met," Wesley began, "did you have trouble trusting me because of my past as an assassin? I know it must've been hard to see past that."

Lucy paused for a moment, considering her response. She met his gaze with honesty. "Honestly, yes. It was hard at first. I'd heard the stories and seen how people reacted to you. It wasn't easy to reconcile the image of someone with such a dangerous past with the person I was getting to know."

Wesley nodded, absorbing her words. "I get that. I'm sorry if I made it harder for you to trust me."

Lucy shook her head. "You don't need to apologize. We all have our histories, and it's part of who we are. What matters is how we move forward. I had my doubts, but you've shown that you're more than your past. It's your actions now that count."

Wesley looked at her with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thanks for giving me a chance. I've been trying hard to prove that I'm not just the sum of my past mistakes."

Lucy smiled reassuringly. "You've done that and more. It's not about forgetting the past, but about proving that you're committed to a different path now. I trust you, Wesley. And I think a lot of people are starting to see the real you."

Wesley felt a weight lift off his shoulders. "I appreciate that, Lucy. It means a lot to hear it."

Lucy gave him an encouraging smile. "You're welcome. Just keep doing what you're doing, and you'll keep earning that trust."

With renewed determination, Wesley returned to his tasks, knowing that while the journey to rebuild trust might be long, he wasn't walking it alone. Lucy's support helped reaffirm his commitment to proving himself as a changed man, both to his colleagues and to the community he served.

Wesley sighed, his voice carrying a mix of resignation and relief. "Maybe it was for the best I didn't mention how I felt about you back then. If you were struggling to see past my past, it might have made things even more complicated."

Lucy looked at him, her eyes softening. "Wes, I—"

Wesley cut her off gently. "It's okay. What matters is that you trust me now. That's what's important to me."

Lucy nodded, understanding the depth of his words. "I do trust you. And I appreciate your honesty."

Wesley gave her a grateful smile. "Thanks, Lucy. That means a lot to me."

Wesley glanced around the yard and noticed one of the kids he had spoken to earlier was missing. Concerned, he grabbed a few pins and walked over to the remaining children.

"Hey, guys. Where's your friend?" Wesley asked.

One of the kids responded, "He ran out of ammo," showing off his empty water gun.

Wesley quickly scanned the area and saw that the hose was off and the missing child was nowhere in sight. His heart raced as he ran to the backyard and saw the child floating motionless in the pool.

Without hesitation, Wesley plunged into the water, pulling the child out and carrying him to the street. Gasping for breath, Wesley shouted, "Help! He's not breathing! I need a CPR mask, now!"

A firefighter rushed over and took the child from Wesley.

"Clear out! Get a gurney!" the firefighter ordered.

Wesley noticed the firefighter's inexperience and stepped in, noticing the CPR technique wasn't right. "Hey, man. You need to adjust your technique. Let me help."

The firefighter admitted, "I'm sorry, it's my first time on a call like this."

Wesley took over, placing the CPR mask carefully over the child's face and starting chest compressions. "Come on, buddy. Stay with me. You've got this."

The child's chest began to rise and fall more steadily, and Wesley continued his efforts, determined to bring him back.

The child suddenly jolted upright, coughing and expelling water from his lungs.

Wesley urgently called out, "Whose child is this? I need to know now!"

A frantic parent rushed over, kneeling beside the child as he coughed up the last of the water.

Wesley said, "You should never leave him unattended, especially around water. He was floating in the pool with no adult around. If I hadn't noticed him missing, things could have ended very differently."

The parent, visibly shaken, looked up at Wesley with concern. "I'm so sorry. I thought he was playing with his friends."

Wesley continued, "Kids can get into dangerous situations quickly. It's important to keep a close eye on them, especially around pools. Make sure you have someone watching at all times."

The parent nodded, tears in their eyes, and hugged their child tightly. "Thank you for saving him. I'll be more careful."

Wesley gave a reassuring nod, stepping back to give them space.

Wesley walked away from the commotion, his breaths coming in shallow bursts. His heart pounded, and he struggled to steady his shaking hands. As he moved towards the quieter side of the yard, he tried to calm himself, but the adrenaline and fear were overwhelming.

Lucy, who had been watching from a distance, noticed Wesley's distress. She made her way over to him, concern etched on her face. "Wesley, are you okay?"

Wesley tried to put on a brave face, but his voice trembled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... need a moment."

Lucy placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You don't look fine. You seem like you're having a panic attack."

Wesley took a deep breath, but it came out shaky. "I guess I didn't handle it as well as I thought I did."

Lucy guided him to a quieter corner away from the crowd. "Just take slow, deep breaths. Focus on your breathing. In through your nose, out through your mouth."

Wesley nodded, trying to follow her advice. "Thanks, Lucy. I guess I just... I thought I'd lost him."

Lucy watched him with a compassionate gaze. "You did everything you could. It was a tough situation, but you saved that kid's life. It's okay to be shaken up."

As Wesley's breathing began to steady, he looked up at Lucy. "I didn't expect to get this affected by it. It's just... seeing that kid like that brought back a lot of memories."

Lucy nodded understandingly. "It's natural to feel this way. You've been through a lot, and it's important to let yourself feel these things. You don't have to go through it alone."

Wesley gave a weak smile, grateful for her support. "Thanks, Lucy. I appreciate it."

Lucy gave him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "Anytime. Let's take a few more minutes here, then we can head back. Just remember, it's okay to ask for help when you need it."

Wesley took another deep breath, his hands still trembling slightly. "You know, it's not just about what happened today. It's got me thinking... when Zoe and I have our baby, what if I don't notice if they go missing or if something happens? I don't think I could handle something like this."

Lucy looked at him with a mix of empathy and concern. "Wesley, being a parent is scary. You're going to worry about your child constantly. But what happened today isn't a reflection of your future as a parent. You saved that kid's life. You're capable and you care deeply."

Wesley shook his head, still visibly shaken. "It's different when it's your child. What if I'm not there when they need me the most?"

Lucy placed a comforting hand on his arm. "You'll be there. You're a good person, and you're going to be a great father. No one's perfect, and you're going to make mistakes, but that doesn't mean you won't be there for your child when it matters. You'll learn and grow just like anyone else."

Wesley looked at her, his eyes reflecting both fear and gratitude. "I hope so. I just... I want to be ready for whatever comes our way."

Lucy nodded, her expression warm and reassuring. "You're already doing more than enough by acknowledging your fears and seeking help. It's okay to be worried. What matters is how you handle those worries and use them to become better. You're not alone in this."

Wesley managed a small smile. "Thanks, Lucy. I needed to hear that."

Lucy smiled back, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Anytime. Just remember, you have people who care about you and your family. We're all in this together."

Wesley took another deep breath, feeling a bit more centered. "Alright. Let's head back and finish up. I appreciate your support, Lucy."

As they walked back towards the group, Wesley felt a bit more at ease, bolstered by Lucy's words and the knowledge that he had people who cared about him.

The Next day

The next morning, Wesley arrived at Zoe's apartment, carrying a bouquet and a box of her favorite pastries. He needed to see her, to talk about the whirlwind of emotions he'd been grappling with since the block party incident.

Zoe opened the door with a warm smile, her expression softening when she saw Wesley. "Hey, Wesley. Come on in."

Wesley stepped inside, handing her the flowers and pastries. "Good morning, Zoe. I thought you might like these."

Zoe took them with a grateful smile. "Thank you. They're beautiful. Let me put these in some water."

Wesley watched her as she went to arrange the flowers. He took a seat on the couch, feeling the weight of yesterday's events still pressing down on him. Zoe returned and sat beside him, noticing the seriousness in his demeanor.

"So, what's on your mind?" Zoe asked gently.

Wesley took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Yesterday was... intense. I didn't expect to have such a strong reaction to seeing that kid in trouble. It got me thinking about our future, about our baby. I'm worried about what might happen if I don't notice something's wrong."

Zoe reached out, placing a comforting hand on his. "Wesley, it's normal to be anxious about the future, especially with everything that happened. But you need to remember that you're not alone in this. We'll face those challenges together."

Wesley looked into her eyes, his voice wavering slightly. "I know. I just keep thinking that if I missed something so important like that yesterday, what if I missed something with our child? What if something happens and I'm not there to prevent it?"

Zoe squeezed his hand gently. "You're not going to be perfect, and neither will I. But we're going to do our best. And sometimes, our best will be enough. You saved that kid's life yesterday. That's something to be proud of. It shows that you're attentive and you care deeply."

Wesley nodded, though he still seemed troubled. "I hope so. I just can't shake this feeling of fear. I want to be there for our child in every way possible."

Zoe smiled reassuringly. "And you will be. Just like you're here for me now. You're going to be a great father, Wesley. You're aware of your weaknesses and fears, but that's what makes you stronger. It means you care, and you'll learn and grow with every challenge."

Wesley took a deep breath, feeling some of the tension ease. "Thanks, Zoe. I needed to hear that. I guess I've just been overthinking everything."

Zoe leaned in, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek. "It's okay to be worried. It means you're invested in our future. Just remember to trust in yourself and us. We'll get through everything together."

Wesley smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. "You're right. I'll try to focus on the positives and not let the fears control me."

Zoe nodded, her expression warm and supportive. "That's all we can do. And remember, you're never alone in this."

They spent the rest of the morning talking and enjoying each other's company, finding comfort in their shared hopes and plans for the future.

As they settled in, Wesley looked at Zoe, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. "Zoe, there's something else I need to talk to you about. It's about Lucy."

Zoe raised an eyebrow, a touch of concern in her gaze. "What about her?"

Wesley took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "Yesterday, Lucy and I had a really honest conversation. She told me that she has feelings for me—feelings that go beyond friendship. And I admitted that I had feelings for her too, but those feelings were complicated by my past and our current situation."

Zoe listened attentively, her expression neutral but attentive. "And how do you feel about all of this?"

Wesley's voice was steady but tinged with emotion. "I care about Lucy a lot. She's been a great friend, and what we've shared means a lot to me. But I want you to know that I've chosen to be with you. You're the person I want to build a life with, and I'm committed to making this work."

Zoe's eyes softened as she took in his words. "So, what are you saying?"

Wesley looked directly at her, his gaze earnest. "I'm saying that even though I have strong feelings for Lucy, I've chosen you. I want to be with you and only you. I know it might be confusing, especially given everything that happened, but you're the one I'm dedicated to. You're my future."

Zoe nodded slowly, processing his words. "Thank you for being honest with me. It means a lot that you're open about this. It must have been difficult to sort through your feelings and to make this decision."

Wesley nodded a hint of relief in his expression. "It was, but I needed to be clear about where I stand. I want us to have a solid foundation, and part of that is being transparent about everything, including my feelings for Lucy."

Zoe reached out, taking his hand in hers. "I appreciate that. And I'm glad you've chosen to be with me. We have our challenges, but I believe in us and our future together. I know it won't always be easy, but we'll face it together."

Wesley squeezed her hand, his heart lighter with her support. "I'm grateful for you, Zoe. I want to be the best partner I can be, and I'm committed to that."

Zoe smiled, her expression warm and supportive. "And I'm committed to being here for you, too. Let's focus on building our future and supporting each other through everything."

They shared a moment of quiet understanding, their connection reaffirmed. Wesley felt a renewed sense of purpose, knowing that despite the complexities of their lives, they were united in their commitment to each other.

Later

At the station

Lucy walked down the hallway towards Captain Andersen's office, her mind racing. She hoped Zoe wasn't upset with Wesley after their conversation. Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door.

"Come in, Officer Chen," Zoe's voice called from inside.

Lucy entered the office, her nerves evident. "Ma'am, there's something I'd like to discuss with you. It's a private matter."

Zoe looked at her, a knowing expression on her face. "Is this about you and Wesley admitting your feelings for each other?"

Lucy froze, taken aback by how direct Zoe was. "You're not mad? I was going to say that Wesley chose you and that there's nothing to worry about."

Zoe's lips curved into a small, reassuring smile. "I know I have nothing to worry about. Wesley made it clear where he stands, and I trust him. He cares about me, and I care about him. No, I'm not mad. He was honest with me about what happened."

Lucy exhaled, feeling a weight lift off her shoulders. "I just didn't want there to be any misunderstandings. Wesley and I... we have a connection, but he made it clear that you're the one he wants to be with."

Zoe nodded, her expression calm. "I appreciate your honesty, Lucy. It's not easy navigating feelings like these, but the fact that you both were upfront about it speaks to your character. I'm not worried because I know Wesley is committed to me, and I trust you to respect that."

Lucy felt a sense of relief and respect for Zoe's composed reaction. "Thank you, Captain. I'll do everything I can to keep things professional and clear moving forward."

"I know you will," Zoe said, her tone gentle but firm. "We're all in this together, and it's important to support each other, no matter what."

Lucy nodded, feeling a newfound respect for Zoe's understanding and strength. "Thank you, Captain. I appreciate your understanding."

Zoe gave her a reassuring smile. "We're good, Officer Chen. Let's focus on the job and keep moving forward."

Lucy fidgeted slightly, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "Okay, I was worried you'd be mad. I came to defend him because nothing happened between us, and I wanted to make sure he still had you to come home to. Even though I hate that you two are together, I want him to be happy. And he's happy with you, Captain."

Zoe raised an eyebrow, her expression softening into one of understanding. "Hate? I never imagined in my career that one of my officers would be jealous of my relationship. But I get it."

Lucy sighed, her voice wavering slightly. "It's because I realized I love him more than anything, ma'am."

Zoe studied Lucy for a moment before speaking again, her tone gentle but firm. "I know this might sound awkward, but would you be open to discussing this after work? About... dating the same guy?"

Lucy's face flushed, and she stammered, "Um... I—Are you sure, Ma'am?"

Zoe nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "I think it might help us both. It's better to address these feelings openly rather than let them fester. It doesn't have to be uncomfortable unless we make it that way."

Lucy hesitated, still processing the unexpected offer. "If you think it'll help, then... okay. I'm willing to talk about it."

"Good," Zoe replied, her smile widening. "We'll figure this out together. I'm not here to make anyone feel left out or hurt. Let's just take it one step at a time."

Zoe leaned back slightly, considering her words. "But we will have to talk to Wesley about it first. If we're going to discuss dating him together, he has to be part of the conversation."

Lucy nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, that's true. We can't just show up, kiss him, and assume he'll be on board."

Zoe raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in her voice. "You'd do that?"

Lucy shrugged, her smile widening. "Hey, don't judge. You're the one who made the offer."

Zoe chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Fair enough. We'll figure out how to approach this together. One step at a time."

Lucy chuckled nervously, the weight of the situation starting to sink in. "Yeah, one step at a time."

Zoe gave her a reassuring nod. "We'll talk to him when the time is right. No pressure, no rush. We want this to be something everyone is comfortable with."

Lucy took a deep breath, feeling a strange mix of relief and uncertainty. "Thanks, Captain. I mean, Zoe. I didn't expect this conversation to go this way, but I'm glad we're talking about it."

Zoe smiled warmly. "Me too, Lucy. Whatever happens, I want us to be honest with each other. No matter how complicated things might seem, we're all in this together."

Lucy nodded, feeling a newfound sense of camaraderie. "Yeah, we are. And... thanks for understanding how I feel about Wesley. It means a lot."

Zoe stood up, signaling that their conversation was coming to an end. "We're all just trying to figure things out as we go. But we'll make it work, whatever that ends up looking like."

Lucy smiled, feeling a little more at ease. "I guess we'll see where this goes."

Zoe nodded, her expression softening. "We will. And remember, no matter what, we're a team. We'll handle this together."

As Lucy left the office, she felt a strange sense of anticipation mixed with nervousness. The future felt uncertain, but for the first time in a while, she felt like they were all on the same page, ready to face whatever came next.

In the briefing room

Wesley, John, Jackson, and Lucy were sitting in the front row like usual, their attention focused on the front of the room.

Tim clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. "All right, settle down. Everyone knows what today is, and I just want to remind you that Team Bradford is gonna dominate once again."

Lopez shouted from across the room, "Yeah, not this year, Blondie!"

Another officer chimed in with a grin, "You're going down, man!"

John leaned over to Jackson, confused. "Dominate what?"

Jackson, who seemed a bit more familiar with the traditions, explained, "The Roundup. It happens every year when the rookies are about a month into the job. The TOs sponsor a competition to see who can rack up the most felony arrests in one shift."

John's eyes lit up with interest. "Sounds like fun."

Wesley, who had been listening quietly, added, "Not really. We had something similar in the Fraternity, but it was based on our kills. Except we didn't call it the Roundup."

Jackson looked at him curiously. "What did you call it?"

Wesley's expression darkened slightly as he replied, "The Harvest."

Jackson raised an eyebrow at Wesley's response, the gravity of the word not lost on him. "The Harvest? That sounds intense."

Wesley nodded slowly. "It was. A twisted kind of competition. Not something I'm proud of."

John and Lucy exchanged a glance, sensing the shift in Wesley's tone. John cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, at least here, the only thing we're harvesting is felons, right?"

Tim, catching the tail end of the conversation, called out, "No slacking, boys and girls! This isn't just about numbers, it's about proving you've got what it takes to handle real pressure out there. I expect all of you to push yourselves today."

Lucy leaned over to Wesley, her voice soft. "You okay?"

Wesley forced a smile, though his mind was elsewhere. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking about how different my life is now."

Lucy gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. "You've come a long way, Wes. Just remember that."

Tim's voice interrupted them, sharp as ever. "Chen, Wick, eyes up front! We're starting in five. Get your heads in the game."

The room buzzed with anticipation as the officers prepared for the day ahead. The tension of competition hung in the air, but for Wesley, there was an undercurrent of something deeper—a reminder of the shadows he was still trying to leave behind.

As the teams started to disperse, Wesley looked around at his fellow rookies, knowing that today was going to be more than just a test of their skills. It was another step in proving to himself that he could be more than his past.

Grey walked in after Tim sat down, his presence commanding immediate attention.

"All right, settle down," Grey said, his voice firm. "Don't think I didn't see you sitting up in my spot, Bradford." He paused, letting his gaze sweep across the room, ensuring everyone was paying attention. "Now, I know today is the day when our TO units like to engage in a little competition—seeing who can rack up the most arrests. Let me be clear: under no circumstances does the department endorse this. Meaning... I don't want to hear about your points, your strategy, or your little wagers. Am I clear, Officer Bradford?"

Tim nodded, playing along with the seriousness. "Yes, sir. We all know this job isn't about winning; it's about good policing and teamwork. But just one quick question, sir."

Grey raised an eyebrow, already anticipating some sort of angle. "And what's that, Bradford?"

Tim leaned forward, his tone respectful but with a hint of mischief. "Can your Boot ride with me and Chen? Let him experience the Roundup, even though you don't endorse it."

Grey sighed, rubbing his temple briefly before responding. "Fine. Officer Wick, you'll be riding with Officer Bradford and Officer Chen. Do you want to do this, or would you prefer to stay with your original assignment?"

Wesley looked up, his expression resolute. "I'll do it, sir."

Grey nodded, satisfied with the response. "All right then. Just remember, everyone, this is about doing your jobs and doing them well. Be safe out there."

With that, Grey turned and left the room, leaving the officers to prepare for the day ahead. Tim shot Wesley and Lucy a knowing look, already formulating a plan in his head, while Wesley mentally prepared himself for the challenge to come.

After

As Lucy, Wesley, and Tim walked out of the briefing room, Tim turned to them with a determined look. "We win, no matter the cost," he said firmly.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, hesitating. "But... Sergeant Grey just said—"

Tim cut her off, his tone confident. "He said he doesn't want to hear about it, which is different than saying don't do it. There's a difference. Now, the scoring works like football."

Wesley, catching on, nodded. "So, 7 points for a felony arrest, I'm guessing."

Tim grinned, pleased with Wesley's quick understanding. "Exactly. And 3 points for a misdemeanor. But remember, we focus on quality over quantity. The big scores are what win this game."

Wesley shook his head with a slight smirk. "This is different than The Harvest."

Tim glanced at him, curious and a little suspicious. "What the hell is The Harvest?"

Wesley hesitated for a moment before responding. "It was a... tradition in the Fraternity. We'd be assigned a target, and we'd compete to see who could take them down first. Whoever did gets the most respect. It was a twisted kind of competition."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, clearly disturbed. "That sounds... intense."

Wesley nodded. "Yeah, it was. But that was a different life. This is about putting the bad guys away the right way."

Tim, still processing, said, "Well, this isn't a competition to see who can take someone down first. It's about teamwork, strategy, and staying within the lines... most of the time."

Wesley gave a small smile. "I can work with that."

Lucy, trying to lighten the mood, added, "Just remember, we're here to win, but we're also here to protect and serve."

Wesley chuckled. "Got it, Chen. Let's do this the right way."

Later

Lucy and Wesley had gathered their gear, with Lucy managing the bags while Wesley carried three shotguns.

Tim called out, "Hold up, Boots."

They paused as Tim opened one of the bags to reveal a hidden surprise.

Lucy peered inside and asked, "What's that?"

Tim replied with a grin, "Just some insurance."

Without another word, he walked out.

Lucy turned to Wesley, confusion evident on her face. "Any idea what that's about?"

Wesley shrugged. "No clue, Luce. But I guess we'll find out soon enough."

They followed Tim out, ready for whatever lay ahead.

In the dispatch room

The two rookies followed Tim into the dispatch room. As Tim opened the door, he called out, "Nell."

Nell looked up and replied with a cheerful, "Hey."

Tim grinned and said, "Wow, Nell, you're glowing today. What's your secret?"

Nell smiled and said, "I went for a hike at Malibu Creek yesterday. It's incredibly rejuvenating for the soul. You should give it a try."

Wesley chimed in, "My soul might be beyond saving, but thanks for the tip."

Lucy nudged Wesley and said, "Hey, don't say that. You've got a lot to offer. Everyone has something worth saving."

Wesley gave her a small smile and replied, "Thanks, Luce. I'll try to keep that in mind."

Tim added, "You know, Wesley, sometimes it's the little things that make a difference. Even a hike could help clear your mind."

Nell nodded in agreement. "It's true. Sometimes getting out of the office and into nature can give you a fresh perspective."

Wesley shrugged, looking thoughtful. "Maybe you're right. I'll have to think about it."

Tim said, "Nell, I picked this up at the bookstore yesterday and thought of you." He handed her a wrapped gift.

Nell's eyes lit up as she took it. "Oh, Tim, that's so thoughtful!" She unwrapped the gift and gasped. "Kilimanjaro! I've been dreaming of hiking it someday."

Tim smiled. "I know you've been talking about it. You'll get there, no doubt."

He then added, "Hey, while we're on duty, if any calls come in that might lead to felony arrests, could you send them our way directly? And maybe skip the radio?"

Nell raised an eyebrow. "That might be seen as favoritism..."

Wesley chimed in, "Come on, Nell. Look at Tim. He's practically the office's favorite with a nickname like 'Cop Cake.'"

Tim rolled his eyes but couldn't help smirking. "Seriously, Nell. Just this once, for me?"

Nell chuckled and shook her head. "You're impossible. But fine, I'll see what I can do."

Later

After the trio left the room, Lucy asked, "Isn't that a bit like cheating?"

Tim shrugged. "I'm just giving some recognition to the unsung heroes of the LAPD."

Lucy replied, "But isn't it our job to respond to any call, regardless of the potential outcome?"

Tim nodded. "Absolutely. And Boot"—he glanced at Wesley—"please, don't call me 'Cop Cake' again."

Wesley asked, "Too close to home, sir?"

Tim shot him a look, and Wesley quickly added, "Sorry, sir."

Lucy chuckled, prompting Tim to ask, "What's so funny, Boot?"

Lucy shook her head. "Nothing, sir."

Tim grinned and said, "Alright, let's head to our shop."

As they walked into the holding room, they saw Lopez and Jackson with two criminals in tow. Tim's eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding me."

Jackson grinned and said, "Look who we picked up just two blocks away."

Lopez chimed in, "So, are you here to book someone?"

Tim replied, "Nope."

Lopez smirked. "Guess that makes us first on the board. 14 points."

Jackson added, "Yeah!" The two fist-bumped triumphantly.

Wesley shook his head, "Come on, guys. I get that you're competitive, but let's stay focused."

Tim looked pleased. "Glad I brought you along. Let's get to work."

Later

In the car, Wesley and Lucy were playing rock-paper-scissors in the front seat. Wesley won and took the passenger's seat.

Lucy's phone buzzed, and she glanced at it. "Nolan and Talia are on the board."

Tim slammed his hand on the steering wheel in frustration. "Damn it. Call Nell and put her on speaker."

Once Nell answered she said, "Hello?"

Tim said, "Hey, it's Officer Bradford. You haven't forgotten about me, have you?"

Nell over the phone sighed and said, "No. Of course not. Um, we've just-- we've been a little slow."

Then they heard a small beep and Wesley said, "Looks like something came in if I heard that noise."

Nell said, "You are right, Officer WIck. We just got a 911 call-- DUI hit-and-run, teenage pedestrian injured. Black 528i. Last seen eastbound on Melrose."

Tim said, "Perfect. Attach us to that, please. And, Nell..."

Nell said over the phone, "Mm-hmm?"

Tim finished. "...you're the best."

Nell then ended the call.

Later

As they drove toward the DUI call, Lucy remarked, "Nell seems nice."

Tim replied, "Yeah? What's your point?"

Wesley chimed in, "What she's getting at is that Nell seems to like you."

Tim shrugged. "She's just doing me a favor. That's all. I'm married, Officer Chen, Officer Wick, and this isn't something we need to discuss further. Keep your eyes peeled for our DUI."

Wesley and Lucy responded in unison, "Yes, sir."

Tim then asked, "So, Wick, tell me about The Harvest. What were the rules?"

Tim asked, "So, Wick, tell me about The Harvest? What were the rules?"

Wesley said, "The Harvest was a bit different. It was a competition to see how many targets you could eliminate. It wasn't about arrests; it was about kills. The more high-profile the target, the more points you earn."

Tim looked intrigued. "High-profile targets? That sounds intense."

Wesley nodded. "Yeah, it was intense. It meant you had to handle dangerous situations and high-stakes operations. It wasn't just about being good at your job; it was about surviving and coming out on top."

Lucy asked, "And how did you do in it?"

Wesley shrugged. "I held my own. It was brutal, but it was a way to prove you were at the top of your game."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like it was more than just a competition. Alright, let's focus on the task at hand. We've got a DUI to handle."

Wesley and Lucy replied, "Yes, sir."

Up ahead, they spotted a car weaving dangerously through traffic.

Tim pointed and said, "There it is."

Wesley quickly grabbed the radio and announced, "7-Adam-19, DUI suspect sighted, heading east on Melrose."

The car abruptly turned right, and Wesley updated, "7-Adam-19, turning north onto Serrano."

Suddenly, the screech of tires was followed by a loud crash.

They veered their squad car to the side and saw the suspect's vehicle had collided with a metal fence.

Wesley exclaimed, "Oh, damn."

Tim parked the car and they quickly got out. Wesley opened the back door for Lucy.

As Wesley ran towards the wreck, Tim called out, "Let's go, Boot. He might try to flee."

Wesley glanced inside and said, "Officer Bradford, I don't think he's going anywhere."

He continued, "He's been impaled, sir."

Tim and Lucy rushed over, their faces paling as they saw the driver had been impaled by one of the metal poles from the fence.

Tim said, "This is a first."

The driver, wincing in pain, replied, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

Wesley grabbed his radio and announced, "7-Adam-19, DUI suspect crashed at Melrose and Serrano. Requesting ambulance and fire, code 3."

Moments later, Tim dashed to his patrol car and retrieved a set of bolt cutters from the trunk.

The driver, visibly anxious, asked, "Should I pull it out?"

Wesley quickly responded, "No, sir. Don't move. If you try to remove that yourself, you could bleed out before we get you the proper help."

Tim said, "Hold still. I'm going to cut the pipe."

Wesley donned gloves and braced the pipe as Tim positioned the bolt cutters. "Three... two—" Tim said, and with a firm cut, he severed the pipe. Lucy swiftly removed it from the windshield.

The driver, wincing in pain, looked at Wesley and said, "Wes? Is that you?"

Wesley's eyes widened in recognition. "Derek?"

Tim, puzzled, asked, "You know him? Who is he?"

Wesley replied, "Derek Kelley. He was a Fraternity assassin. His code name... was Blackout."

Wesley knelt beside Derek, keeping a firm grip on the pipe to stabilize it. "Derek, you need to tell me who you killed. We must understand who might still be in danger."

Derek's face twisted in pain and defiance. "I'm not giving up names, Wesley. Not now, not ever."

Wesley's expression hardened. "You don't get it, Derek. I can't let this go. If you don't tell me, I'll do something illegal to get that information. I'll find a way."

Derek's eyes flickered with a mix of fear and resignation. "You wouldn't dare."

Wesley leaned in closer, his voice low but intense. "Try me."

Derek's resolve faltered under Wesley's stare. "Alright, alright. Just... give me something to drink first. I need to stay conscious."

Tim, overhearing the exchange, added, "We've got paramedics and fire coming any second. Just tell us what you know, Derek. We'll make sure you get proper care."

Derek nodded slowly, then said, "Fine. I'll give you the names, but only if you promise to protect me while I'm in custody."

Wesley glanced at Tim, who gave a curt nod. Wesley turned back to Derek. "Deal. Start talking."

As the sirens approached, Derek began to list the names of his targets, each one revealing a piece of a dangerous puzzle that Wesley and the team would need to piece together quickly.

Wesley grabbed his radio and spoke urgently. "7-Adam-19 to dispatch. I need you to listen carefully. The suspect, Derek Kelley, has provided names of targets he's killed. We need immediate verification of their status. Send units to the addresses of the following individuals:"

He listed the names Derek had given him, along with the addresses. "Confirm if they're deceased or if there's any immediate threat."

Dispatch replied, "Copy that, 7-Adam-19. Units are being dispatched to those addresses now. We'll update you as soon as we have information."

Tim, still working to secure the scene, looked at Wesley. "We've done what we can here. Now it's up to those units."

Wesley nodded, his mind racing. "Let's hope they get there in time."

Lucy, who had been observing the whole situation, added, "We need to get back to the precinct and coordinate with the units. There's no telling what else Derek might have been involved in."

Wesley agreed. "Right. Let's move. We need to make sure nothing else goes wrong."

Tim had collected a blood sample from Derek and placed it in an evidence bag.

As they headed back to their patrol car, Wesley felt a mixture of urgency and dread. The names Derek had given could mean lives were at stake, and they had to act fast to prevent any more tragedies.

At the precinct

At the station, Wesley, Lucy, and Tim walked into Sergeant Grey's office. Grey looked up from his desk, his expression turning serious as he saw their faces.

Grey said, "What happened out there?"

Wesley started, "We were responding to a DUI call. The suspect crashed into a metal fence and was impaled. It turns out he's a former Fraternity assassin named Derek Kelley. His code name is Blackout."

Grey's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Blackout? I've heard of him. What's the situation?"

Tim continued, "Derek was impaled by the fence. We were able to get him out safely, but he's been reluctant to give up information on his targets. Wesley managed to get some names from him before we sent the information to dispatch."

Lucy added, "We've got units checking on the addresses for those targets now. We need to make sure they're safe or if there's any immediate threat."

Grey leaned back in his chair, processing the information. "Alright, good work on getting that intel. Keep me updated on what dispatch finds out. And Wesley, if you have any more details about his operations or targets, we need to know immediately."

Wesley nodded. "Understood, Sergeant."

Grey's tone became more focused. "And Tim, Lucy—great job with the situation. This could have turned into a major disaster if we hadn't acted quickly."

Tim said, "Thanks, sir. Just another day on the job."

Lucy looked at Wesley. "How are you holding up after all this?"

Wesley took a deep breath. "It's been a rough day, but we did what we had to do. Let's just hope we can prevent any more harm."

Grey nodded. "Alright, let's stay on top of this. Get some rest if you can, and be ready for anything. We might need to follow up with Derek once he's stable and able to talk more."

As they left Grey's office, Wesley, Lucy, and Tim exchanged glances, knowing that their work was far from over. The day had thrown them into a high-stakes situation, and the implications of Derek Kelley's past actions were far from clear.

As Wesley, Lucy, and Tim were heading back to their desks, the dispatch radio crackled to life. Wesley quickly grabbed his radio, his heart pounding.

Dispatch said, "7-Adam-19, come in."

Wesley responded, "7-Adam-19, go ahead."

Dispatch continued, "Units arrived at the first target's address. The target has been confirmed deceased with a bullet wound to the head."

Wesley's face tightened. "Copy that. Any further details?"

Dispatch replied, "No additional information at this time. The scene is still being processed."

Tim glanced over, concern etched on his face. "This is escalating fast. If Derek's targets are being taken out, we need to act quickly."

Lucy said, "We need to check in with Grey and see what our next steps are. There might be more targets, and we have to ensure their safety."

Wesley nodded, his expression serious. "Let's get back to Grey's office and update him on this new development."

The trio hurried back to Grey's office. Wesley knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a response.

Grey looked up, seeing the urgency in their faces. "What's the update?"

Wesley said, "Dispatch just informed us that the first target has been found dead. The cause of death was a bullet to the head."

Grey's face darkened. "Damn. This is exactly what we feared. It means there's a serious threat out there. We need to act fast."

Lucy added, "We should set up additional protection for the remaining targets and start a city-wide alert to find out if there are any more targets connected to Derek."

Grey nodded. "Agreed. I'll coordinate with the rest of the department and ensure that all resources are mobilized. Wesley, keep an eye on Derek's condition and see if he'll give up more information. We need to prevent any more casualties."

Tim said, "We'll handle it, sir. Let's hope we can get to the other targets before it's too late."

Grey replied, "Keep me posted with any new developments. And stay sharp. We're in for a rough few hours."

Wesley stood in front of Grey's desk, his expression tense but determined. He took a deep breath before speaking, "Sir, I know this is a long shot, and it might be asking too much, but... what if I went undercover as The Killer again?"

Grey's eyes narrowed, his face unreadable as he listened.

Wesley continued, "The Fraternity doesn't know I'm in LA. This could be our only chance to get ahead of them, to stop these hits before they happen. I know I can still play the role—of the assassin who hates his life and's looking to get back in. I'm not saying it'll be easy, but... it might be our best option."

Grey leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on Wesley. "You're asking to step back into a life you left behind for good reason. You sure you're ready for that?"

Wesley nodded, though the weight of his decision was clear in his eyes. "I am, sir. If it means stopping these killings, I'll do whatever it takes. I know the risks, but I also know how these people operate. I can get close to them in a way no one else can."

Grey was silent for a moment, weighing the options. Finally, he spoke, "If you do this, there's no guarantee you'll come out unscathed. And it's not just your life on the line—this could blow up in our faces if it goes wrong."

Wesley nodded, fully aware of the stakes. "I understand, sir. But if it means saving lives, I'm willing to take that risk."

Grey exhaled slowly, then gave a small nod. "All right, Wick. I'll talk to the brass, and see if we can set this up. But you'd better be damn sure about this. Once you're in, there's no turning back."

Wesley's resolve hardened. "I'm sure, sir. I won't let you down."

As Wesley left Grey's office, the weight of his decision settled on his shoulders. Tim and Lucy were waiting for him in the hallway, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief.

Tim was the first to speak, his voice low and serious. "Wesley, are you sure about this? Going undercover as The Killer again... that's not something you just walk away from."

Lucy looked at Wesley, her eyes searching his face for any sign of hesitation. "You don't have to do this. There has to be another way, something less... dangerous. We'll figure it out together."

Wesley looked at both of them, his gaze steady but his heart heavy. "I've thought about it. Trust me, I don't want to go back to that life. But these people—this Fraternity—they're ruthless. They're going to keep killing unless someone gets inside and stops them."

Tim crossed his arms, his jaw tight. "But going back in... it's not just dangerous. It's personal. You left that world for a reason, and you've built a new life here. With us."

Wesley nodded, appreciating the concern in Tim's voice. "I know. And that's exactly why I'm doing this. To protect the people I care about. To make sure no one else has to suffer because of them."

Lucy stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. "But what about you, Wes? Going undercover means you're going to have to be that person again. The Killer. How are you going to come back from that?"

Wesley's eyes softened as he looked at her. "I don't know, Luce. But I do know that if I don't try, more people are going to die. And I can't live with that. I'm not that person anymore, but I can use what I know to stop them."

Tim sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Just promise us you'll be careful. We've got your back, but this is uncharted territory."

Wesley offered a small, reassuring smile. "I promise. I'll be careful. And I'll make sure to come back in one piece. I'm not doing this alone—I've got you guys. And that makes all the difference."

Lucy nodded, her worry still evident but tempered by a hint of trust. "We're with you, Wes. Just don't lose yourself in the process."

Wesley's smile widened slightly, though the tension in his eyes remained. "I won't. I've got too much to come back to."

Later

Wesley stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the familiar yet unsettling outfit he once wore for the Fraternity: blue jeans, a white shirt, and that unmistakable green leather jacket. As he stared at his reflection, memories flooded back—visions of the lives he'd taken, the cold detachment he once wore like a second skin.

He ran a hand over the jacket, feeling the worn leather beneath his fingertips. It was a piece of his past he had never expected to put on again, a relic of a life he thought he'd left behind for good.

Taking a deep breath, Wesley turned away from the mirror, trying to shake off the ghosts that clung to him. He made his way to Grey's office, each step feeling heavier than the last.

When he walked in, Grey looked up from his desk. The sight of Wesley in his old assassin attire made Grey's expression tighten with concern. "Wick..."

Wesley met his gaze, the weight of his decision clear in his eyes. "Sir, this outfit... it feels wrong. Like I'm stepping back into a nightmare I thought I'd escaped."

Grey stood up, walking around the desk to face him. "It's understandable. You're not that person anymore, Wesley. But if you're doing this, you need to find a way to reconcile who you were with who you are now."

Wesley nodded, his hand brushing over the jacket again. "I never thought I'd have to wear this thing again. It's like wearing a mask that's too tight, suffocating. But if this is what it takes to stop them, then I'll do it. I just hope I can still find my way back after this."

Tim and Lucy entered Grey's office, their conversation halting as they caught sight of Wesley in his old assassin gear. The shock on their faces was immediate.

Lucy's eyes widened as she took in the familiar, haunting look. "Wes... no. You don't have to do this."

Tim, always the pragmatist, but with an edge of concern in his voice, said, "So it's real. You're going through with this."

Wesley turned to face them, his expression a mix of determination and unease. "It's the only way to get close enough to stop them. I wish there were another option, but there isn't. I need to do this."

Lucy shook her head, stepping closer. "We'll find another way. You don't have to become that person again."

Tim, more controlled but no less concerned, added, "Just remember who you are now, Wick. Don't lose sight of that."

Wesley gave them a reassuring nod, but his eyes held a flicker of doubt. "I won't forget. But right now, I need to become him again. Just long enough to bring this to an end."

Grey stood up, his expression serious. "All right. Let's head to the briefing room and bring everyone up to speed."

Wesley, Tim, and Lucy exchanged a look before nodding in unison. They fell in line behind Grey as he led the way out of his office, the weight of the situation hanging heavily over them.

As Grey led the group into the briefing room, the murmur of conversations died down almost instantly. All eyes turned toward Wesley, who was clad in his old assassin outfit—a green leather jacket, white shirt, and blue jeans. The room filled with a tense silence.

John, seated beside Jackson and Lopez, was the first to break the silence. "Wesley? What's going on?"

Grey stepped forward, taking control of the room. "Listen up, everyone. We have a situation that requires extreme caution and coordination. Officer Wick is going undercover... as his former self. The Fraternity assassin known as 'The Killer.'"

Gasps and murmurs filled the room. John's eyes widened in disbelief, and he exchanged a worried glance with Lucy, who looked equally uneasy.

Wesley stepped forward, his voice steady but tinged with unease. "This isn't something I ever thought I'd have to do again. But right now, it's our best shot at stopping a dangerous assassin who's already taken lives."

Tim, standing beside Lucy, crossed his arms. "This is real. And it's happening now."

Lucy, unable to hold back her concern, added, "Wesley's risking a lot by doing this, but he's our best chance. We need to be ready to support him in any way we can."

Grey nodded, scanning the room. "This operation is delicate, and it's not without risk. But we're LAPD—we handle the impossible. Stay sharp, and be prepared for anything."

John leaned forward, his voice low but urgent. "We're with you, Wes. Just... be careful out there."

Grey addressed the room with a firm voice. "Everyone, take a good look at Officer Wick. Your orders are clear: do not shoot him under any circumstances."

Wesley stepped forward, his expression serious. "No, that's not how it works. If I'm in the field, and I draw on you—if I don't stand down when you tell me to—I want you to do me a favor." He paused, looking around the room to make sure everyone was listening. "You treat me like any other threat. Don't hesitate. I need you to stop me."

The room fell silent, the weight of Wesley's words hanging heavy in the air.

Wesley took a deep breath, his gaze steady as he addressed the room. "And if I become a threat—if I look like I'm about to kill you—you have to pull the trigger. No second-guessing. You take me out, because if I lose control and can't find my way back to who I am now, I won't hesitate to kill you."

His words were cold, but the vulnerability behind them was unmistakable. The room was tense, the reality of what he was saying sinking in for everyone.

The briefing room was silent, the weight of Wesley's words hanging in the air. The officers exchanged uneasy glances, the gravity of the situation clear to everyone.

John Nolan, sitting near the front, finally broke the silence. "Wes, are you sure about this?"

Wesley nodded, though his expression was grim. "This is the only way to get inside and stop them before more people die. I know what I'm risking, but it's a risk we have to take."

Sergeant Grey stepped forward, his voice firm but compassionate. "Listen up, everyone. Officer Wick is taking on this undercover role because he's our best chance at shutting this down. But we all need to be on the same page. You see him out there, you follow his lead. But if he becomes a threat, you do what you have to do to protect yourselves and the public. Understood?"

There was a murmur of agreement, though the tension in the room didn't lift. Tim and Lucy stood beside Wesley, their concern evident.

Lucy's voice was soft but steady as she said, "Wes... just promise me you'll come back to us. To me."

Wesley looked at her, the weight of their shared history in his eyes. "I promise, Lucy. I'll do everything I can to come back. But you know the risks."

Tim, ever the pragmatist, clapped Wesley on the shoulder. "Just remember who you are, Wick. Don't let them pull you back into that darkness."

Wesley gave a small, tight smile. "I'll hold on to that, Tim. Thanks."

Grey turned back to the room, his tone brooking no argument. "All right, everyone. You know the drill. We move fast, we move smart, and we watch each other's backs. Dismissed."

As the officers began to disperse, Tim, Lucy, and Wesley lingered for a moment. The unspoken words between them were heavy, but the need to focus on the mission was more pressing than anything else.

"Let's go," Wesley finally said, his voice resolute. "We've got work to do."

After the briefing, Wesley and Lucy walked out of the room together, their steps heavy with the weight of what was to come. Wesley's old assassin outfit felt foreign and uncomfortable, a reminder of a life he had left behind but now had to confront once more. They made their way to Zoe Anderson's office, knowing they needed to tell her about Wesley's undercover assignment.

When they reached Zoe's office, Wesley paused, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door. Zoe's voice called out from inside, "Come in."

Wesley opened the door, and he and Lucy stepped inside. Zoe looked up from her desk, her eyes immediately narrowing as she took in Wesley's outfit.

"Wesley," Zoe said, her tone a mix of concern and confusion. "What's going on? Why are you dressed like that?"

Wesley hesitated for a moment, then said, "Zoe, I'm going undercover. We have a situation with the Fraternity, and this is the only way to get close enough to stop them. I'm going in as The Killer again."

Zoe's expression shifted from confusion to shock. "What? You can't be serious. That's too dangerous, Wesley. You said you'd left that life behind."

"I did," Wesley said, his voice steady but tinged with regret. "But this is different. People are dying, and I'm the only one who can get inside and put a stop to it. I have to do this, Zoe."

Lucy stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. "We wanted to tell you in person, Captain, because we know how much this means... to all of us. But this is the only way. Wesley is the only one who can pull this off."

Zoe stood up from her desk, walking around to stand in front of Wesley. She looked him in the eyes, her worry clear. "Wesley, are you sure about this? I don't want to lose you to this... to them."

Wesley nodded, his expression resolute. "I'm sure. I have to do this, and I have to believe I can come back from it. But I wanted you to know, because... well because I care about you. And I know this isn't easy to hear."

Zoe reached out, placing a hand on his arm. "Just promise me you'll be careful. I know you have to do this, but... promise me you'll do everything you can to come back safe."

"I promise," Wesley said, his voice low. "I'll do everything I can to come back. But you know the risks."

Zoe sighed, her hand lingering on his arm for a moment before she pulled back. "I know. Just... don't lose yourself in there, Wesley. Don't let them pull you back into that darkness."

Wesley gave a small nod. "I won't. I'll remember who I am now, not who I was."

Lucy, who had been silent for most of the conversation, finally spoke up. "We'll be there to support him, Captain. We won't let him face this alone."

Zoe looked between the two of them, her expression softening slightly. "I know you will. Just... be careful, both of you."

Wesley and Lucy nodded, understanding the unspoken message in her words. As they turned to leave, Zoe called out to Wesley once more.

"Wesley... just come back to us. That's all I ask."

Wesley paused at the door, looking back at her. "I'll do my best, Zoe. I promise."

With that, they left her office, the weight of the mission ahead pressing down on them even more.

Later

As Wesley and Lucy approached the Fraternity hideout, a nondescript warehouse in a secluded part of LA, the tension was palpable. Wesley's old Fraternity outfit felt like a second skin, though it was an uncomfortable reminder of his past. Lucy, dressed in a similar guise to blend in, was determined to accompany him despite Wesley's protests.

Wesley glanced at Lucy, his voice low but firm. "Lucy, this is too dangerous. You can't come with me. I'm going in alone."

Lucy met his gaze with unwavering resolve. "I'm coming with you, Wesley. I know the risks, and I'm prepared. You're not going to do this without me."

Wesley shook his head. "Lucy, you're not a part of this world. It's too dangerous. I can't risk you getting hurt."

Lucy stepped closer, her expression resolute. "If you think you're going to stop me, you're wrong. I'm going, and you can either accept that or try to stop me, but it won't work."

Wesley sighed, knowing he couldn't dissuade her. "Fine. But if you're going to be here, you need to trust me. I can't be responsible for your safety if you're determined to be here."

Lucy nodded, her eyes locking with his. "I trust you, Wesley. That's why I'm here. Let's do this together."

With a resigned nod, Wesley pulled out his old Fraternity gun, the Safari Arms Matchmaster. He checked the weapon, the familiar weight in his hand both reassuring and unsettling. He holstered it and turned to Lucy.

"Let's get this done," he said, his voice resolute.

They approached the warehouse cautiously. Wesley led the way, his senses heightened as he scanned the area for any signs of danger. Lucy followed closely, her presence a steadying force.

As they reached the entrance, Wesley signaled for Lucy to stay close and be ready. They moved through the darkened corridors of the warehouse, the shadows playing tricks on their eyes. Wesley's heart raced, not just from the adrenaline but from the fear of what they might encounter.

They finally reached a room where muffled voices could be heard. Wesley glanced at Lucy, who gave him a determined nod. They took a deep breath and prepared to confront whatever awaited them.

Wesley pushed open the door, and they stepped into the room. The Fraternity members caught off guard, turned their attention to the new arrivals. Wesley and Lucy moved swiftly, their actions synchronized and precise as they began to engage with the Fraternity members.

In the chaos that followed, Wesley's focus remained sharp. He and Lucy worked seamlessly together, each movement calculated and purposeful. Wesley's old skills came back to him with a chilling ease, while Lucy's determination and bravery proved invaluable.

As the confrontation reached its peak, Wesley felt a surge of both nostalgia and relief. They were making progress, and despite the danger, they were working together effectively.

Amid the chaos, Wesley glanced at Lucy. "We're making headway. Stay sharp."

Lucy nodded, her eyes locked on the targets as she continued to move with precision. "Got it. Just keep your head in the game."

Together, they faced the challenges of the Fraternity hideout, their combined efforts bringing them closer to their goal. Despite the danger and the echoes of Wesley's past, they were determined to see the mission through to the end, side by side.

Inside the warehouse, Wesley and Lucy navigated their way through the darkened corridors, their disguises making them blend seamlessly with the Fraternity's ranks. The hideout was alive with the hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of glasses, creating an atmosphere thick with secrecy and menace.

As they entered the main room, Wesley's presence caused a ripple of recognition among the members. Whispers spread quickly, and a few heads turned as they saw him. The leader of the group, Victor, stepped forward with a nod of approval.

"Look who's back," Victor said, his voice carrying a note of respect. "Good to see you again, Killer."

Wesley gave a curt nod, his face a mask of detached professionalism. "Victor. It's been a while."

Victor's eyes moved to Lucy, who was maintaining a confident stance beside Wesley. "And who's this?"

Wesley glanced at Lucy before replying. "A recruit. Here to prove herself."

Victor's gaze lingered on Lucy for a moment, then he turned back to Wesley. "Well, Killer, it's good to have you back in the fold. We've got some new jobs lined up, and it looks like you're just in time."

Lucy kept her demeanor cool but her eyes darted around, taking in the details of the hideout and the men around her. Wesley noticed her unease and gave her a reassuring glance.

Victor led them through the hideout to a conference room where several members were gathered around a table covered with maps and dossiers. The air was charged with anticipation.

"We've got a high-profile target tonight," Victor announced. "This is the kind of work that can make or break reputations."

Wesley and Lucy took their places among the group. Wesley's old instincts were kicking in, and he moved with a practiced ease that belied his current role. He could feel the old habits returning, the familiar tension and focus that came with his former life.

Victor continued briefing the group, detailing the target and the plan. Wesley listened intently, taking mental notes of every detail. His mind was a whirlwind of strategies and calculations, and he could feel the weight of his past actions pressing down on him. But he was determined to use his knowledge and skills for the greater good this time.

As the briefing ended and the group prepared to move out, Wesley and Lucy followed Victor to a nondescript vehicle. The drive to the target location was filled with tense silence. Wesley glanced over at Lucy, who gave him a nod of encouragement. He appreciated her unwavering support, even in this dangerous game.

When they arrived at the target's location—a heavily guarded compound on the outskirts of the city—Wesley took the lead, using his old skills to disable security systems and avoid detection. Lucy stayed close, her vigilance providing an extra layer of protection.

As they made their way through the compound, Wesley's mind was a mix of old memories and new objectives. He was driven by a determination to stop the Fraternity's plans, knowing that every step they took brought them closer to achieving that goal.

They reached the target's location, where Wesley's former comrades awaited. The operation was executed with precision, and despite the dangers, they managed to complete their mission successfully.

As they returned to the warehouse, Wesley's thoughts were a jumble of past and present. The operation had been a success, but the reality of his old life lingered in his mind. Lucy's presence was a constant source of strength, and together, they had managed to navigate the treacherous world of the Fraternity.

The night's events had reaffirmed Wesley's commitment to his new path, but he knew the journey was far from over. With Lucy by his side and the knowledge that he was making a difference, he felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

In the shadowy confines of the compound, Wesley and Lucy prepared for the final stage of their mission. They had successfully infiltrated the compound and now stood poised to take down the high-profile target. The target, a corrupt businessman with ties to several criminal organizations, was surrounded by armed guards in a secure room.

Wesley and Lucy positioned themselves strategically, Wesley moving with the practiced stealth of his old life. He had devised a plan that would ensure the target was incapacitated but not killed, a plan that involved an old technique he'd perfected during his time with the Fraternity.

As they entered the room, Wesley quickly subdued the guards with precise strikes, leaving them unconscious but unharmed. Lucy covered his back, her focus sharp and alert. They approached the target, who was sitting at a desk, oblivious to the danger until it was too late.

Wesley used a quick, non-lethal technique to incapacitate the target. He applied a pressure point maneuver that made it appear as though the target's heart had stopped, effectively making him seem dead. Wesley's hands moved with practiced precision, ensuring the target was unconscious but very much alive.

With the target rendered unconscious, Wesley and Lucy wrapped him securely and prepared to transport him out. They contacted Victor, reporting that the target was dead, having expertly manipulated the scene to support their claim.

"Target is down," Wesley reported. "We'll be bringing him in."

Victor's voice crackled through the radio, a tone of satisfaction evident. "Good work. Bring him back to base."

Back at the warehouse

Wesley and Lucy arrived with the target in tow. Victor and the Fraternity members were already waiting, their expressions a mix of triumph and curiosity.

Victor inspected the target's body, nodding in approval. "Looks like you did a solid job."

Wesley, maintaining his facade, played along. "All in a night's work."

They left the Fraternity hideout, transporting the target to a secure location.

In the LAPD

Once at the LAPD station, Wesley arranged for an undercover operation to be executed. He approached Grey with a sense of urgency.

"Sir, I need to get this man a new identity," Wesley said, gesturing to the unconscious target. "We've got to keep him safe and out of the spotlight."

Grey studied Wesley with a piercing gaze, then nodded. "Alright. Let's get him processed and make sure he's given a new identity. We can't afford any loose ends."

Wesley worked swiftly, using his pressure point technique to revive the target. He gently applied the necessary pressure to a key point, and the target stirred, coming back to consciousness. Wesley's movements were calm and methodical, ensuring the target remained disoriented but alive.

As the target regained his senses, Wesley and Lucy kept a close watch. Wesley's demeanor was controlled, the facade of his old identity still intact.

Once the target was stabilized, Grey authorized the creation of a new identity and secure relocation for him. 

Wesley and Lucy worked with the department to ensure that the target was safely transported to a secure location under a new identity, effectively removing him from the Fraternity's radar.

With the operation completed, Wesley and Lucy took a moment to reflect. They had navigated the treacherous world of the Fraternity, ensuring that justice was served while keeping their true mission discreet.

Wesley felt a sense of accomplishment and relief. The night's events had reaffirmed his commitment to his new path, and with Lucy's unwavering support, he knew they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Lucy glanced over at Wesley, her face a mix of relief and concern. The mission had gone off without a hitch, but the gravity of what they had done weighed heavily on her.

"Hey," Lucy started, her voice breaking the silence. "This is what you used to be like, isn't it? The way you moved, the precision, the control... it's all too familiar."

Wesley nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Yeah, it is. This is how I used to operate. The Fraternity trained me to be efficient, to be a killer without hesitation."

Lucy shook her head, her frustration evident. "It's awful, Wesley. The way you can just switch back into that mindset, it's like... like a part of you never left it behind."

Wesley's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "It is awful. It's a part of my past that I hoped I'd never have to revisit. But sometimes, it's necessary to confront those dark parts to ensure they stay buried."

Lucy looked at him, her expression softening but still filled with concern. "I get that it's necessary. I understand why you had to do it. But seeing you like that, makes me realize just how much you've had to bury inside you. I don't want to see you become that person again, even for a mission."

Wesley sighed his gaze still on the road. "I don't want to be that person either. But sometimes, the job demands it. I promised myself I'd never let that part of me take over again. This was... an exception."

Lucy reached over and placed a hand on his arm. "You don't have to carry that burden alone. I know you're strong, but you don't have to pretend everything's okay just because you can handle it."

Wesley looked at her, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and sadness. "I appreciate that, Lucy. It means a lot to know that someone sees beyond the facade. I'll try to keep that part of me in check. For you, for the job, for everything."

Lucy gave him a reassuring smile. "We'll get through this. And remember, you've got people who care about you. We'll make sure that past stays where it belongs."

Wesley nodded, a faint smile appearing on his face. "Thanks, Lucy. I needed to hear that."

As Wesley and Lucy returned to the station, they were met with a new, unsettling challenge. The Fraternity had discovered Wesley's true identity and their attempt to cover their tracks had failed. Word had spread that "The Killer" was now a cop, and the Fraternity was intent on silencing him permanently.

In a dimly lit alley near the LAPD station, a group of Fraternity members waited, their faces hidden under hoods and masks. They had set up an ambush, ready to take Wesley and Lucy down.

Wesley and Lucy arrived in Wesley's car, unaware of the danger awaiting them. As they stepped out of the vehicle, a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Welcome back, Killer," the figure said, his voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could just walk away from the Fraternity and live a quiet life? Not a chance."

Wesley's heart raced, but his face remained calm. He gently nudged Lucy behind him. "Listen," Wesley said, his voice steady. "Before you make any rash decisions, you should know something."

The Fraternity members eyed Lucy with suspicion.

"She's not a cop," Wesley continued. "She doesn't even know about my current life. I told her nothing about who I am now. She's here with me because she's... she's just a friend who got caught up in this mess."

Lucy, catching on, stepped forward and played her part. "I had no idea Wesley was a cop until just now. I thought we were dealing with something completely different. I swear."

The Fraternity members exchanged wary glances, unsure whether to believe them. Wesley could see the hesitation in their eyes.

"Why should we believe you?" one of the members demanded.

"Because," Wesley said, "if you kill her, you'll only make things worse for yourselves. I'm the target here, not her. If you want to get to me, you'll have to go through me first. Let her go, and we can settle this between us."

The Fraternity members hesitated, their focus shifting between Wesley and Lucy. Finally, the leader stepped forward.

"Fine. We'll give you a chance, Killer. But don't think this is over. If we find out you're lying or if you try to play us, you'll regret it."

With that, the Fraternity members retreated into the shadows, leaving Wesley and Lucy alone.

Lucy exhaled slowly, her eyes wide with relief. "That was close. Are you sure they're going to let us go?"

Wesley nodded, his expression serious. "For now. But we need to stay alert. They'll be watching, and they won't be easily deterred."

Lucy looked at him, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you okay? I mean, really okay?"

Wesley took a deep breath and gave her a reassuring nod. "I am now. Thanks for playing along. I know it wasn't easy."

Lucy offered a faint smile. "Just remember, you don't have to do this alone. We'll handle this together."

Wesley appreciated her words more than she could know. As they headed back to the station, the danger was far from over, but they were ready to face whatever came next—together.

Wesley and Lucy arrived back at the station, their adrenaline still running high from the encounter. They made their way to Grey's office to brief him on the situation.

Inside Grey's office, Wesley explained, "The Fraternity is onto me. They were ready to kill both of us if we didn't convince them otherwise. We need to step up our game and tighten security."

Grey's face was a mix of concern and resolve. "You've put us all in a dangerous situation, Wick. But we're not backing down. We'll increase patrols and surveillance, but you need to be extra cautious. They won't stop until they get what they want."

Lucy, still shaken, added, "We need to figure out their next move and protect ourselves. They'll be watching us closely."

Tim, who had been listening quietly, nodded. "We'll coordinate with the team and keep you both in the loop. We'll also work on getting more intel on the Fraternity's plans."

Wesley looked at Lucy, then back at Grey. "Thanks. And... sorry for dragging everyone into this mess."

Grey sighed. "You're part of this team, Wick. We deal with messes together. Now, get some rest. We'll need everyone sharp for what's coming."

After leaving Grey's office, Wesley and Lucy went to their respective desks. Wesley couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger. He knew that the Fraternity wouldn't stop until they had exacted their revenge, and his reappearance in the world of assassination had rekindled old conflicts.

Lucy sat beside him, her expression a mixture of worry and determination. "Wes, what's the plan now?"

Wesley glanced at her, his eyes filled with resolve. "We keep moving forward. I need to get back into the Fraternity's good graces. The more I'm in their circle, the better chance we have of tracking their next move. But this time, we'll be ready."

Lucy nodded. "And I'm with you every step of the way. We need to stay one step ahead of them."

Their conversation was interrupted by a call on Wesley's radio. "7-Adam-19, we have a new lead on Fraternity activities. Head to the address we're sending you. Possible connection to recent targets."

Wesley looked at Lucy. "Looks like we've got work to do."

Later

They headed to the location given by dispatch. The address led them to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The place was quiet, but Wesley and Lucy knew better than to underestimate what they might find.

Wesley took a deep breath and readied himself for whatever lay ahead. "Stay sharp. If we're going to find out what the Fraternity's planning, we need to be prepared for anything."

Lucy gave a determined nod. "Let's do this."

As they approached the warehouse, they could see signs of recent activity. Wesley and Lucy moved cautiously, their senses heightened, knowing that every step they took could lead to a confrontation with the Fraternity—or worse.

They entered the warehouse, staying in the shadows as they made their way through the darkened space. Their hearts pounded in their chests, knowing that this could be a turning point in their fight against the Fraternity.

Suddenly, a noise echoed through the warehouse, and Wesley and Lucy exchanged a glance. They prepared themselves for whatever was about to come, knowing that the stakes were higher than ever.

Wesley and Lucy moved deeper into the warehouse, their footsteps muffled by the thick dust on the floor. The dim light from their flashlights barely cut through the darkness, casting long shadows on the walls.

Wesley whispered, "Stay alert. They could be setting a trap."

Lucy nodded, her eyes scanning the surroundings. "Got it. We need to find any evidence or intel on what they're planning."

As they approached a series of large crates stacked in one corner, they heard muffled voices coming from the other side. Wesley signaled for Lucy to stay low, and they crept closer to the source of the sound.

Peering around the crates, they saw a group of Fraternity members gathered around a table covered with maps and documents. The leader, a tall man with a cold demeanor, was giving instructions to the others. Wesley recognized him as someone he had crossed paths with in the past.

The leader spoke, "We need to hit them hard and fast. They're getting too close to our operations. We've got a window of opportunity with this new target. Make sure everything is set."

Wesley and Lucy exchanged worried glances. They had stumbled upon a crucial meeting.

Wesley tapped his earpiece and whispered, "Tim, Grey, we've found the Fraternity's next target. They're planning an attack. We need backup immediately."

Tim's voice crackled through the radio, "Copy that. We're sending units now. Hold tight and stay hidden."

Wesley and Lucy continued to listen in as the Fraternity members discussed their plans. The leader mentioned a specific date and time for the attack, as well as the location.

Lucy leaned in and whispered, "We need to get this information back to the station. It's the only way we can prevent this attack."

Wesley nodded, but just as they were about to move back to the exit, a creaking noise echoed through the warehouse. One of the Fraternity members had noticed something out of place and was approaching their hiding spot.

Wesley quickly grabbed Lucy's arm and pulled her into a narrow space between two crates. They held their breath as the member walked past, his flashlight beam narrowly missing them.

Once the member was out of sight, Wesley and Lucy carefully made their way back toward the exit. They had to move quickly—time was running out.

As they reached the exit, Wesley's radio buzzed again. "7-Adam-19, backup is on the way. Be prepared for a possible confrontation."

Wesley and Lucy made their way outside just as the sound of approaching sirens filled the air. They could see police vehicles converging on the warehouse.

The Fraternity members inside realized they had been compromised. Wesley and Lucy watched from a safe distance as the warehouse was surrounded and the Fraternity members were taken into custody.

Tim and Grey arrived on the scene shortly after. Grey approached Wesley and Lucy, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "Good work. You managed to gather critical intel and get out safely."

Wesley exhaled deeply, his nerves still on edge. "We need to debrief and review what we found. This attack could have caused a lot of damage."

Lucy added, "And we need to make sure this doesn't happen again. We need to find out how deep the Fraternity's connections go."

Grey nodded. "We'll take care of that. For now, get some rest. You both did well today."

Wesley and Lucy headed back to the station, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and relief. They had successfully thwarted a potential disaster and gained valuable insight into the Fraternity's plans. But the fight was far from over. They knew they would need to remain vigilant and prepared for whatever came next.

Later

Wesley and Lucy arrived at the station, where the mood was tense and focused. They were debriefed quickly, and Grey, Tim, and the rest of the team were busy strategizing their next move. Wesley's intel had given them a significant advantage, but the Fraternity's plans were far from over.

Later that night, Wesley and Lucy received word that the Fraternity was preparing for a major operation, one that could put countless lives at risk. They had to act fast. The LAPD had located the Fraternity's main hideout—a secluded warehouse on the outskirts of the city—and was preparing for a full-scale raid. Wesley and Lucy were to lead the entry team, equipped with the knowledge they had gained during their undercover operation.

As they approached the warehouse, Wesley and Lucy could see the police vehicles lined up in formation, officers in tactical gear moving into position. Wesley checked his gear one last time and looked at Lucy. "Ready?"

Lucy nodded, her face set with determination. "Let's do this."

Tim and Grey joined them, providing final instructions. "We're going in with SWAT. We need to make sure every entrance is covered and that no one gets out," Grey said. "Wesley, you and Lucy lead the breach. Stay sharp."

The team moved into position, and with a coordinated effort, they stormed the warehouse. The metal doors were forced open, and they entered the dark, echoing interior. The warehouse was a labyrinth of crates and machinery, but Wesley and Lucy knew the layout from their earlier reconnaissance.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted from the shadows. Wesley and Lucy ducked behind cover, returning fire as they advanced. The Fraternity members, armed and dangerous, were ready for a fight. Wesley moved with precision, taking down targets with calculated accuracy. His experience as an assassin made him a formidable opponent, but this time he was fighting for justice, not personal gain.

Lucy provided cover fire, her movements steady and precise. "Wesley, we need to find their leader! That's where the real danger is."

Wesley nodded, and they pushed forward, clearing their path through the warehouse. The firefight was intense, but the LAPD team had the advantage of coordination and strategy. They moved methodically, taking down Fraternity members and securing their positions.

Amid the chaos, Wesley spotted the Fraternity leader—a tall, imposing figure with a ruthless demeanor. He was trying to escape through a back exit, but Wesley and Lucy cut him off.

The leader sneered as he drew his weapon. "You think you've won? You're outnumbered."

Wesley's eyes narrowed. "Not outnumbered. Outmatched."

A fierce battle ensued between Wesley and the leader. Wesley's combat skills were on full display as he engaged in a brutal hand-to-hand fight. The leader was a formidable opponent, but Wesley's determination and skill gave him the upper hand.

Lucy, meanwhile, was securing the perimeter and making sure no other Fraternity members could escape. She moved swiftly, neutralizing threats and ensuring the safety of her team.

In the final confrontation, Wesley managed to disarm the leader and subdued him. He held the leader at gunpoint, his expression hard. "It's over. You're done."

The Fraternity leader sneered but did not resist. "You think you've stopped us? We have more operatives and more plans. This isn't the end."

Wesley's gaze was unwavering. "Maybe not the end, but it's a damn good start."

With the leader and the remaining Fraternity members in custody, the warehouse was secured. The raid had been a success, and the immediate threat was neutralized.

As the sun began to rise, Wesley and Lucy stood outside the warehouse, exhausted but relieved. The early morning light cast long shadows, but it also brought a sense of hope and accomplishment.

Grey approached them, his expression one of approval. "Good work, both of you. You've made a huge impact today. This operation will set the Fraternity back and save countless lives."

Tim added, "You handled yourself exceptionally well. It's been a hell of a ride."

Lucy turned to Wesley, her expression a mix of fatigue and satisfaction. "We did it. We stopped them."

Wesley nodded, a sense of closure settling over him. "We did. And we'll keep fighting, no matter what."

The battle was over, but the fight against crime and corruption continued. Wesley and Lucy knew that their work was far from finished, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their commitment to justice.

At Zoe's apartment

Wesley stood at the door of Zoe's apartment, the weight of the recent events heavy on his shoulders. He'd just finished up a long day, and his mind was still racing from the warehouse raid. He needed a moment of calm, and Zoe had invited him over to discuss something important.

Lucy and Zoe had both been unusually quiet, exchanging glances as they waited for Wesley to arrive. When he walked in, they greeted him with warm but nervous smiles.

"Hey, Wesley," Zoe said, gesturing for him to sit down. "Thanks for coming."

Wesley took a seat, looking between Zoe and Lucy, sensing the gravity of the situation. "What's up?"

Lucy took a deep breath. "Wesley, Zoe, and I have been talking... and we've come to realize that we both care about you a lot."

Zoe nodded, her expression serious. "We've been thinking about this for a while. We wanted to run an idea by you."

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "An idea?"

Lucy glanced at Zoe before continuing. "Yes. We were thinking about... dating you. Together."

Wesley blinked, surprised. "Dating me? Both of you?"

Zoe said, "We wanted to be upfront with you and see how you feel about it. We know it's unconventional, but we've both felt something for you. And we didn't want to keep it from you or make any assumptions."

Wesley looked at both women, processing what they were saying. "So, you've been planning this together?"

Lucy nodded. "Yes, and we thought it would be better to talk to you about it before making any decisions."

Wesley leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. "I appreciate you being honest with me. This is a lot to take in. I've never been in a situation like this before."

Zoe said, "We understand it's a big ask, and it's not something we're trying to rush you into. We just wanted to be open about our feelings."

Wesley looked at Lucy, then at Zoe. "I need some time to think about this. It's not something I can decide on the spot."

Lucy nodded. "Of course. Take all the time you need. We just wanted you to know where we stand."

Zoe added, "We value you, Wesley. Whatever you decide, we'll respect it."

Wesley took a deep breath. "Thank you for telling me. I'll think about it and let you know."

Lucy looked at Wesley with earnest eyes. "Just know that... we love you."

Zoe nodded in agreement. "We really do."

Wesley sighed, a mix of amusement and exasperation in his voice. "You two are going to be the death of me, I can already tell."

The girls laughed, their tension easing as they shared a moment of lightness.

Wesley took a deep breath and said, "All right. Let's see where this goes."

Lucy's eyes widened, and she asked, "Wait, really?"

Wesley gave a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, really."

Zoe leaned in and kissed Wesley softly. "I'm excited about this," she said, her smile reflecting her genuine enthusiasm.

Wesley gazed at Lucy with a playful smile and asked, "Do you want a kiss, or are you just going to sit there looking gorgeous?"

Lucy's smile widened, and she replied, "Maybe both."

Wesley's eyes twinkled as he gently cupped her cheek with his hand. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice soft and affectionate. "I love you, Lucy."

Lucy's heart swelled at his words, and she responded earnestly, "I love you too."

Wesley leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, and she met his kiss with equal fervor, their connection deepening with every second.

Wesley pulled Lucy close, his arms wrapping securely around her. With a playful grin, he lifted her off her feet. 

Lucy let out a surprised yelp, followed by a delighted giggle as she was held in his embrace. Their kiss deepened, her laughter blending with the tenderness of the moment. 

Wesley's hold on her tightened, and they both lost themselves in the joy of their shared affection, their connection palpable in the warmth of their embrace.

As Wesley and Lucy continued their intimate moment, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their private world. Wesley's grip on Lucy was gentle yet firm, his kisses tender and full of emotion. Lucy's laughter softened into a contented sigh as she relaxed into his embrace, feeling completely at ease and cherished.

Zoe watched from the sidelines with a warm, understanding smile. Seeing Wesley and Lucy together, she felt a sense of happiness for them, even amidst the complexities of their relationships. Quietly, she excused herself to the kitchen, giving them a few moments to themselves.

In the kitchen, Zoe began to prepare some food, the clattering of pots and pans creating a comforting background noise. She took her time, putting thought into each dish, wanting to make the evening special for the three of them. As she worked, she occasionally glanced toward the living room, her smile growing as she saw the genuine connection between Wesley and Lucy.

After a while, Zoe called out, "Dinner will be ready soon! I hope you two are hungry."

Wesley and Lucy slowly pulled away from each other, their faces flushed with happiness. They exchanged one last, affectionate glance before heading toward the kitchen, ready to enjoy the evening together.

As they joined Zoe in the kitchen, Wesley, still holding Lucy's hand, took a moment to address a concern that had been weighing on his mind. The warmth of the room contrasted with the seriousness of his tone as he asked, "So, I've been thinking about this relationship and how it's going to work. I don't want either of you to feel like I'm playing favorites or that there's any kind of imbalance."

Lucy looked at Wesley with a thoughtful expression, and Zoe paused her cooking to listen intently.

Zoe spoke first, her voice steady and reassuring. "Wesley, I appreciate you bringing this up. We need to be clear about our feelings and expectations. We're both aware of the complexities, and communication is key. It's not about choosing sides but about making sure we're all on the same page."

Lucy nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We need to be honest with each other and make sure we're all comfortable with how things are progressing. It's not about favoritism—it's about respect and understanding."

Wesley nodded, visibly relieved. "I just want to make sure that none of you feel neglected or that there's any kind of competition between you two. You both mean a lot to me and I want this to be something positive and supportive for all of us."

Zoe smiled warmly. "We'll work through it together. If any issues come up, we'll address them openly. As long as we keep communicating and supporting each other, we can make this work."

Lucy squeezed Wesley's hand gently. "We'll figure it out together, Wes. I'm confident that we can make this work if we stay honest and understanding."

Wesley smiled, feeling a sense of reassurance. "Thanks. I'm really glad we can talk about this openly. Now, let's enjoy dinner and take things one step at a time."

As Zoe finished preparing the meal, the three of them gathered around the table, their conversation turning to lighter topics. The evening continued with a sense of ease and warmth, each of them looking forward to navigating their new relationship together.

Lucy walked over to Wesley and kissed him softly on the lips. He responded with equal tenderness, his hand gently resting on her lower back.

Lucy, feeling a bit shy, wrapped her arms around his neck.

Zoe, with a playful grin, called out, "Hey, where's my make-out session?"

Wesley pulled away, a sheepish smile on his face. "I had a feeling this was coming."

The girls shared a knowing chuckle, and Wesley suddenly realized what was happening.

"You two set me up, didn't you?" Wesley said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. "Just to make me feel awkward about kissing one of you more than the other."

Zoe laughed, clearly enjoying the moment. "Exactly. We just wanted to see how you'd handle it. But don't worry—Lucy loves it when you kiss her like that."

Lucy blushed, her cheeks turning a rosy shade. "Oh, boy."

The three of them laughed together, the playful banter adding to the warmth of the evening.

Wesley leaned in and whispered to Lucy, "I'm going to play her, Luce."

He then turned to Zoe, gently placing kisses along her neck.

Zoe let out a soft moan and playfully protested, "Stop it! You know I'm weak to neck kisses. You monster."

Wesley smirked, "Shhh. Just enjoy it, and take it with pride."

Wesley continued to kiss Zoe's neck, his lips brushing lightly against her skin. He could feel her shiver in response, and he enjoyed every moment of it.

"Don't act like you don't love it," Wesley murmured, his voice teasing but filled with warmth.

Zoe bit her lip, trying to maintain composure but was affected by his touch. "You're impossible," she managed to say, her voice wavering slightly.

Wesley's lips traveled from her neck to her ear, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Admit it. You can't resist this, can you?"

Zoe's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into him, her defenses crumbling. "You know I can't," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "You always know just how to make me weak."

Wesley pulled back slightly, his eyes locked on hers. "That's because I know you better than you think," he said, his tone both playful and sincere. "And I'm not afraid to use it."

Zoe's gaze softened, and she reached up to touch his face. "You're a tease, Wesley," she said, a smile tugging at her lips.

Wesley grinned, his hands resting gently on her shoulders. "Just making sure you remember how much I care."

Zoe laughed softly, shaking her head. "You're incorrigible."

Wesley chuckled and kissed her forehead. "And you love every bit of it."

Wesley gently pulled Zoe into a kiss, savoring the moment. As he finally pulled away, he noticed Lucy watching them, her cheeks flushed with a mix of surprise and shyness.

"Don't want you feeling left out, Luce," Wesley said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling.

Zoe smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, you did that on purpose, didn't you? Fine, go ahead and give her some attention."

She turned to Lucy with a teasing smile. "Looks like you're the boyfriend hogger now."

Lucy's eyes widened, and she stammered, "I-I'm not! I promise it's not like that."

Wesley chuckled and stepped over to Lucy, wrapping his arms around her. "Don't worry, I'm here for both of you."

Lucy smiled, her blush fading as she leaned into him. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that."

Wesley gently kissed Lucy, savoring the sweetness of the moment. As he pulled back, he leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "You know, you're my favorite."

Lucy's eyes widened in surprise, and a playful smirk crossed her face. She tried to suppress her giggles, knowing Wesley was just stirring the pot.

Zoe, catching the tail end of Wesley's whisper, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really now?" she said, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Playing favorites, are we?"

Wesley turned to Zoe with a mischievous grin. "Just having a little fun, Zoe. You know how it is."

Zoe chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, don't think you're getting away with that easily. I'll have to remind you that we're all in this together."

Lucy laughed, her cheeks still flushed and leaned into Wesley's embrace. "Don't worry, Zoe. We've got plenty of love to go around."

Wesley pulled both women close, wrapping an arm around each. "Exactly. It's all about balance and making sure everyone feels loved."

Zoe smiled and shook her head in amusement. "Alright, alright. Let's just enjoy our time together and see where this goes."

With that, the three of them shared a moment of laughter and affection, basking in the warmth of their newfound dynamic.

Lucy said, "I've got an idea, Wes."

Wesley looked intrigued. "What's that?"

Lucy suggested, "How about we alternate? On some days, you give us passionate kisses, and on other days, just some quick pecks on the lips. It could keep things interesting."

Wesley chuckled and shook his head. "Sounds like I'd end up playing favorites. I'll need to tread carefully with that plan."

Lucy grinned playfully. "Just trying to keep things fun and fair."

Wesley smiled, shaking his head with amusement. "Alright, I'll consider it. But don't blame me if things get a little complicated."

Wesley grinned and added, "Or, in case I forget who I'm supposed to be kissing that day, it might save me from some serious trouble."

Lucy laughed. "True. We don't want you getting mixed up and causing any misunderstandings."

Zoe smirked, "Sounds like you've got a plan, Wesley. Just remember to keep us both happy."

Wesley winked. "I'll do my best. But fair warning—I might need a reminder every now and then."

Wesley pulled Lucy in for a kiss, holding her close as their lips met. Lucy melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. Wesley gently brushed his hand along her back, savoring the warmth and closeness.

After a moment, Wesley pulled away, his eyes locked on hers. "See? This is easy," he said with a playful grin. "All I have to remember is who I'm with right now."

Lucy smiled, her cheeks still flushed. "You're making this sound like a job," she teased.

Wesley chuckled. "Well, it is a job, in a way. I've got two amazing women to keep happy."

As they shared another laugh, Zoe watched with a contented smile, clearly enjoying the playful dynamic.

To be continued...