A week later 

Wesley was finally home, recovering from his injuries. Despite the doctors' warnings to take it easy, he was determined to contribute to the household and return to some semblance of normalcy.

Wesley struggled to manage the stovetop in the kitchen, his hands still shaky and his movements clumsy. He attempted to stir a soup pot but found himself unable to keep up with the task. The pot wobbled dangerously on the burner, and Wesley's face showed signs of frustration.

Lucy and Zoe had been keeping a watchful eye on him, their concern evident. Zoe entered the kitchen just as Wesley almost tipped the pot over.

"Wesley, stop!" Zoe said firmly, stepping in front of him. "You're not ready for this yet."

Wesley looked up, a mixture of embarrassment and stubbornness in his eyes. "I just wanted to make us a meal. I can't sit around doing nothing all day."

Lucy came up beside him, her expression softening as she gently placed her hands on his shoulders. "I appreciate the thought, but you're still recovering. You need to rest."

Wesley sighed, letting his shoulders slump in defeat. "I just want to help. I hate feeling useless."

Lucy guided him away from the stove, leading him toward the living room. "You're not useless. You've already been through so much. Right now, you need to focus on getting better."

She helped him onto the couch and tucked a blanket around him. Wesley settled in with a sigh, looking up at her with gratitude.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "I'm just so tired of being weak."

Zoe sat down next to him, offering a reassuring smile. "You're not weak. You're healing. It takes time, and that's okay."

Lucy nodded in agreement, taking a seat beside him. "We'll take care of things here. Just focus on getting better. You don't have to do it all."

Wesley leaned back against the cushions, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. "I guess I just need to be patient."

"You do," Zoe said gently. "And we'll be here with you every step of the way."

Lucy leaned in, giving Wesley a tender kiss on the cheek. "We love you, Wes. We're in this together."

Wesley smiled, his eyes reflecting the love and support surrounding him. He settled more comfortably on the couch, allowing himself to relax as Lucy and Zoe moved to handle the meal and other tasks. The warmth of their presence and the comforting rhythm of their daily life began to ease his worries, reminding him that recovery was a journey they would navigate together.

Wesley suddenly remembered something and said, "Lucy, can you help me get something from my car?"

Lucy looked at him with concern. "Wes, you're not driving anywhere. You need to rest."

Wesley shook his head. "I'm not planning to drive. I just need to grab some things from the trunk."

Lucy sighed but agreed, helping him up. They walked to the car together, and Lucy opened the trunk to reveal a collection of medical supplies.

She raised an eyebrow, eyeing the items. "What's all this for?"

Wesley explained, "If we mix these ingredients and use them in a bath, they'll form a kind of therapeutic wrap. It speeds up healing. I've used it before, and it worked wonders."

Lucy frowned, clearly skeptical. "I don't know, Wesley. It sounds risky."

Wesley's expression grew earnest. "I used it frequently as an assassin. It's effective. I just can't sit around anymore; I'm going stir-crazy."

Lucy looked at him, torn between concern and frustration. "I still don't know if this is a good idea, but I can see how much you need to feel like you're doing something. Let's try it, but we'll be careful."

Wesley smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Lucy. I promise I'll take it easy."

Lucy nodded, her resolve firm. "Alright, let's get this set up. But remember, no pushing yourself too hard."

With that, she helped Wesley back inside, determined to assist him while keeping his safety a priority.

Lucy gathered the medical supplies and carried them into the bathroom. Zoe, busy preparing the food Wesley had been attempting to make, glanced up and asked, "What's all this?"

Lucy explained, "These are medical supplies from the Fraternity. They're supposed to help him heal faster—within hours."

Zoe sighed, her frustration evident. "He's impossible. Why can't he just wait like everyone else?"

Lucy replied, "He wants to feel useful again. We've been taking care of him for a week now, both at the hospital and at home."

Wesley hobbled into the room, his gratitude palpable. "Thanks, both of you. I appreciate everything you've done."

Lucy shot him a look, softening. "Don't get all sentimental. I'm here to help. Now, how do we set this up?"

She guided Wesley to the bathroom, where he explained, "Just put me in the tub and let the mixture form a wrap around me. Once it hardens, I'll need about an hour or two before I can get out."

Lucy nodded. "Got it."

With careful hands, Lucy helped Wesley into the tub and gently laid him back.

Wesley glanced up at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Want to give me a kiss before I settle in?"

Lucy's face softened, and she leaned in, kissing him with a deep, passionate intensity.

Wesley tenderly caressed Lucy's cheek as he kissed her, causing her to moan softly at his touch.

When they finally pulled away, Wesley said, "You'll need to submerge me in the water first."

Lucy nodded, turning to start filling the tub. Once the water covered Wesley's body, she said, "I'm going to put you in now."

Wesley looked at her with a loving gaze and said, "I love you. Make sure Zoe knows I love her too."

Lucy responded, "I will."

Carefully, she guided Wesley into the tub and began adding the mixture. As it started to harden and wrap around him, Lucy noticed his nose was covered. She quickly poked holes to ensure he could breathe and then sighed, "I hope this works."

Feeling a mix of worry and uncertainty, Lucy left the bathroom, her heart heavy with the weight of not knowing if this would heal him or make things worse.

Zoe, noticing Lucy's distressed expression, asked, "What's wrong?"

Lucy's voice trembled slightly as she replied, "I just hope I did it right. I followed his instructions as best I could."

An hour later, Zoe and Lucy were in the kitchen, the smell of the finished food wafting through the house. Zoe glanced at Lucy, who was still looking anxious.

"Should we wait for Wesley, or go ahead and eat without him?" Zoe asked, trying to gauge Lucy's feelings.

Lucy looked towards the bathroom, her worry evident. "I don't want to start without him, but I'm also starving. I just hope he's okay in there."

Zoe nodded in understanding. "Let's wait a bit longer. It wouldn't feel right to eat without him, especially after everything he's been through."

Lucy appreciated Zoe's empathy and sighed. "Thanks. I just hope he's out soon. I don't like the idea of him being in there alone with that stuff all over him."

Zoe patted Lucy's shoulder reassuringly. "He'll be fine. Wesley's a tough guy. And if anyone can make it through this, it's him."

As they waited, Zoe tried to make the most of the time by setting the table and preparing some drinks, hoping the comforting routine would help ease Lucy's nerves.

They heard a series of cracking sounds coming from the bathroom. Zoe and Lucy rushed in to find Wesley, having burst through the hardened wrap, gasping for air. He looked up at them, a mix of relief and exhaustion in his eyes.

"Hey," Wesley greeted, still catching his breath.

He stepped out of the tub, drying off with a towel. Once he had slipped into some pants, he walked into the living room with newfound vigor, moving on his own.

Lucy exhaled, a smile of relief spreading across her face. "It worked."

Wesley returned her smile. "Yeah, it did. Good job, honey."

Zoe examined Wesley's stomach, her eyes widening in surprise. "You're healed. No scars from the bullets."

Wesley chuckled, "I heal fast, baby."

Zoe gave him a skeptical look. "No, you don't. That special water did the trick."

Wesley shrugged playfully. "Or maybe it was Lucy's touch that worked the magic since she made that special water," he said, toweling off his damp hair.

Lucy smiled warmly and teased, "You can call me your Healer."

Wesley leaned in to kiss her gently. "You are my Healer. Both of you are."

Zoe, feigning a pout, approached and said, "You're playing favorites again."

Wesley pulled her into a tender kiss and replied, "Not at all." He kissed her again, his affection clear.

Wesley put on a shirt and looked at the table, noticing that dinner was ready. "Did you guys finish making dinner?"

Zoe nodded and replied, "Yeah, we're all set. Are you ready to eat?"

Wesley grinned and said, "Definitely. I'm starving."

The three of them sat down at the table and began to enjoy their meal together.

The next day

At the station

Zoe stood in front of the gathered officers at the station, preparing to make an important announcement.

"At 11:15 this morning," she began, her voice clear and authoritative, "the LAPD initiated a pursuit of the FBI's Number One Most Wanted."

Flashback

A helicopter hovered overhead as Wesley sprinted down a trail near the park, his green leather jacket flaring behind him. His blue jeans were streaked with dust as he slid down a hill, nearing the park.

Zoe's voice narrated over the scene, "All departmental resources were deployed to apprehend this dangerous fugitive, the former assassin known as The Killer, including our most decorated officer, Kaydence Patton."

Wesley spotted a little girl being driven on a golf cart nearby as he kept running.

Kaydence, not far behind, caught up and shouted, "On your knees, dirtbag! Hands behind your back."

Grinning, Wesley dropped to his knees, allowing the little girl to cuff him. He looked up at Jackson and asked with a smirk, "Dirtbag?"

Kaydence, ever the tough cop, gave his leg a playful kick. "Ow! Easy, kid. Don't damage the merchandise," Wesley joked.

John chuckled nearby, amused by the exchange.

Lucy approached with a teasing smile as Wesley was helped to his feet. "You know," she said, "I like you tied up."

Wesley grinned back. "Oh, you do? Maybe we can try that sometime, but I think I'd like to see you in cuffs first."

Lucy smirked. "Deal."

Kaydence rolled her eyes and said, "Move it, punk."

Wesley, still smiling, replied, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," as he walked, the little girl leading him through the amused crowd.

End of Flashback

Wesley was led down a red carpet inside the station, surrounded by cheering cops and reporters who applauded Kaydence for her day as the Make-A-Wish Cop. The station was buzzing with excitement, and the energy was contagious.

Wesley looked down at Kaydence with a grin. "Good job, kid. You caught your first criminal."

Kaydence, not missing a beat, replied, "Thanks, mister. But you're still a criminal."

Wesley chuckled, his smirk widening. "That I am."

As they reached the front of the room, Kaydence playfully pushed Wesley toward the podium, where Zoe was standing with a proud smile.

"Captain," Wesley greeted her with a nod.

Zoe grinned, clearly enjoying the moment. "Well, well, well... if it isn't the Killer, all handcuffed."

Wesley leaned in slightly, his voice teasing. "If you want to see this more often, I already told Lucy I'd do it, but... you're gonna need to put some cuffs on first."

Zoe chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Deal."

Grey gently pulled Wesley back, and Wesley mock-protested, "Oh, come on, man. I'm just flirting."

Zoe handed a plaque to Kaydence, her voice warm with pride. "On behalf of Make-A-Wish, the City of Los Angeles, and the LAPD, we hereby thank Honorary Police Officer Kaydence Patton."

Wesley clapped his hands from behind his back, adding with a dramatic tone, "Man, I would've gotten away with it too if it wasn't for this meddlesome kid."

The room erupted in laughter as Zoe playfully pulled Wesley aside, guiding him to sit on the stage. Wesley settled down, his smile lingering as he watched the celebration unfold.

As the applause and laughter died down, Zoe stepped back to give Kaydence the spotlight. The little girl beamed as she held up her plaque, her eyes wide with excitement. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment for the local news.

Wesley, sitting on the stage, watched Kaydence soak in the attention. He leaned over to Zoe, whispering with a smile, "You know, I think she's a natural. Might have to watch out for her in a few years."

Zoe grinned, nodding. "She's got the makings of a great cop."

Kaydence turned back to them, her expression serious again as she pointed a finger at Wesley. "You stay out of trouble, mister."

Wesley raised his hands in mock surrender. "Yes, ma'am. No more trouble for me."

Grey walked over, unlocking Wesley's handcuffs with a chuckle. "Alright, you've served your time."

As the cuffs clicked open, Wesley stood, stretching his arms. "Free at last," he joked, giving Kaydence a playful wink. "But seriously, kid, you did great today."

Kaydence's stern expression melted into a shy smile. "Thanks, Wesley."

Zoe stepped forward, placing a hand on Kaydence's shoulder. "You've made everyone here really proud, Kaydence. And you've shown that dreams do come true."

The room erupted in applause again, and Wesley joined in, clapping loudly. He leaned down to Kaydence, whispering, "Now that you've caught your first bad guy, how about we get you some ice cream to celebrate?"

Kaydence's eyes lit up, and she nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please!"

Zoe chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance with Wesley. "Well, I think that's an order we can all get behind."

As they all made their way out of the station, the officers and reporters continued to clap, their smiles genuine as they watched Kaydence lead the way. Wesley, with his arm around Lucy, followed behind, feeling a deep sense of pride and happiness. The day had been about more than just a Make-A-Wish event—it had been a reminder of the good they could do and the lives they could touch.

Once outside, as they headed to the ice cream truck parked nearby, Wesley looked at Zoe and Lucy, a warm smile on his face. "You know, today's been a good day. Makes everything we do feel worth it."

Lucy leaned into him, nodding. "Yeah, it does."

Zoe smiled, her hand resting on her baby bump. "And it's only going to get better."

As they reached the ice cream truck, Wesley's eyes sparkled with mischief. He turned to Lucy with a playful grin. "You know, teasing a decorated officer is a serious offense," he said, his tone mock-serious.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, smirking back. "Oh really? And what's the punishment for that?"

Without missing a beat, Wesley pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, twirling them on his finger. "Well, I think I'll have to take you in for questioning. You know, standard procedure."

Lucy laughed, playing along. "Oh no, officer. I didn't mean any harm. It was all in good fun!"

Kaydence, still buzzing from her big day, caught on quickly. "I think she's guilty, Wesley!" she chimed in, her voice filled with excitement.

Wesley nodded, giving Kaydence a conspiratorial wink. "You're right, Kaydence. I think we've got ourselves a repeat offender here."

Zoe, watching the scene unfold, chuckled and crossed her arms. "I'm not sure about this, Lucy. I think you're in some serious trouble."

Wesley gently took Lucy's wrist and, with exaggerated care, clicked the handcuffs around them. "You have the right to remain silent... but I'm hoping you don't," he teased, pulling her closer.

Lucy rolled her eyes, pretending to be exasperated. "Fine, fine. I confess. But I'm not going down without a fight!"

Wesley grinned and leaned in close, whispering, "Oh, I'd love to see you try."

Just as Lucy was about to respond, Zoe joined in on the fun. "Wes, you better be careful. She might just outsmart you and turn the tables."

Wesley shrugged, still holding Lucy's cuffed hands. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Kaydence, loving every moment, giggled and said, "Officer Wesley, are you going to put her in the back of the patrol car?"

Wesley shook his head, still grinning. "Nah, I think her punishment will be having to put up with me for the rest of the day."

Lucy leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Wesley's cheek. "I guess that's a punishment I can live with."

Wesley pretended to think it over before he sighed dramatically. "Alright, you're free to go... for now." He unlocked the handcuffs, and as they fell away, he gave her a quick kiss.

Lucy laughed, rubbing her wrists in mock relief. "You're lucky I like you, Officer Wesley."

Wesley winked. "I'm counting on it."

As the group finally reached the ice cream truck, Kaydence was already bouncing with excitement, her earlier shyness completely gone. Wesley and Lucy exchanged a warm glance, both of them grateful for the lighthearted moment amid their chaotic lives.

Zoe handed Kaydence her ice cream cone, then turned to Wesley. "So, what's the plan after this? More arrests, or are we calling it a day?"

Wesley chuckled, wrapping an arm around Lucy. "I think we'll call it a day. Can't risk getting into more trouble, can we, honey?"

Lucy smiled, leaning into him. "Definitely not. We've had enough excitement for one day."

As they all enjoyed their ice cream, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the park. Wesley looked around at his family and friends, feeling content. Despite everything they had been through, moments like this made it all worthwhile.

The Next day

The next morning, Wesley and Lucy were back in the rhythm of their usual routine. As they hopped into Wesley's Mustang, the sun had just begun to rise, painting the sky with soft hues of pink and orange. The roar of the engine was a comforting sound, one that signaled the start of a new day.

Wesley glanced over at Lucy, who was adjusting her seatbelt. "Ready to face another day of crime-fighting?" he asked with a playful grin.

Lucy smirked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Always. Besides, after yesterday's 'arrest,' I feel like I can take on anything."

Wesley laughed as he pulled out of the driveway. "Yeah, I still can't believe Kaydence went along with it. She's a natural."

"She is," Lucy agreed, smiling at the memory. "That kid had the time of her life."

As they drove through the quiet streets of Los Angeles, the city slowly waking up around them, Wesley reached over and took Lucy's hand. "You know, I'm glad we can have moments like that. It reminds me that there's more to life than just the job."

Lucy squeezed his hand, her gaze softening. "Me too, Wes. We need those moments to keep us grounded, to remind us why we do this."

They shared a brief, meaningful silence before the familiar sight of the station came into view. Wesley parked the car, and as they got out, the hum of activity was already evident. Officers were coming and going, preparing for another day on the job.

As they walked toward the entrance, Wesley leaned in close and said, "So, what's the plan for today? You gonna keep an eye on me to make sure I don't get into any more trouble?"

Lucy laughed lightly. "Oh, absolutely. Someone has to keep you in line, right?"

Wesley grinned, pulling open the door for her. "You're right about that."

Inside, the station was buzzing with its usual energy. Wesley and Lucy exchanged nods and greetings with fellow officers as they made their way to their desks. Grey was already at his desk, flipping through a stack of files, but he looked up as they approached.

"Morning, sir," Wesley said, giving him a respectful nod.

Grey acknowledged them with a slight smile. "Morning, you two. Heard about yesterday's little stunt. Nice work with Kaydence. She's still talking about it."

Lucy chuckled, setting her things down. "She was a natural. I wouldn't be surprised if she becomes an officer one day."

Grey nodded. "Well, you made her day, that's for sure. But today, we've got a full plate. There's a briefing in thirty, so get yourselves ready."

Wesley and Lucy exchanged a look, both of them slipping back into work mode. "Got it," Wesley replied, already mentally preparing for whatever the day might throw at them.

As they settled in, Lucy leaned over and whispered, "Let's make it a good one, yeah?"

Wesley smiled at her, feeling the familiar surge of determination. "Always, Luce."

With that, they got to work, ready to take on whatever challenges came their way, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could handle anything.

30 minutes later

Wesley sat at the front desk, absently tapping his fingers on the surface as he waited for Grey. The room was beginning to fill with officers preparing for the morning briefing. John strolled in, giving his brother a supportive pat on the back as he passed by to take his seat.

A minute later, Grey walked in with his usual authoritative presence. "All right, everyone, grab your seats," he announced, his voice commanding the room's attention. "We've got a special day here at Mid-Wilshire. And to kick things off, we're gonna play a little game I like to call, 'What is a patrol officer's least favorite assignment?' Officer Lopez, why don't you get us started?"

Lopez leaned back in her chair, responding quickly, "Guarding a dead body."

Grey nodded. "Solid choice. Officer Bradford?"

Tim, always practical, replied, "Canvassing in the rain."

Grey turned to Bishop. "Bishop, what about you?"

Bishop didn't hesitate. "Driving the drunk wagon. It's just nasty."

Grey smirked. "No arguments there. But for me, the absolute worst is... VIP ride-along."

A collective groan echoed through the room, the kind that signaled shared misery among the officers.

Wesley, curious, leaned forward. "Why? That sounds like it could be fun."

Grey gave him a knowing look. "Oh, Boot, if only it were that simple. It's the worst because if anything happens to your VIP, it's on you. You're stuck taking the safest, most boring calls, making a 12-hour shift feel like it'll never end."

Tim chimed in, "Plus, you're trapped in a car all day with an entitled prima donna who thinks they know everything."

Grey nodded, then turned his gaze back to Wesley. "Officer Wick, you want to guess why we're playing this game?"

Wesley smirked. "Because you're assigning me the VIP ride-along?"

Grey paused for dramatic effect. "No."

Wesley's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Really?"

Grey shook his head. "No. You're absolutely getting the ride-along."

The room burst into laughter, the officers relishing the camaraderie in the midst of what was going to be a long day.

Grey continued, "Your VIP's waiting in the Captain's office right now."

Wesley sighed, feeling the weight of the day ahead. "You do realize, Sergeant, that as my T.O., you're gonna suffer through this with me."

Grey's expression shifted as he realized the implications. "Shit."

The room erupted into laughter again, everyone enjoying Grey's rare moment of being caught off guard.

Grey, trying to salvage the situation, said, "All right, I'm giving it to Nolan, then."

Wesley shook his head, grinning. "Nope, too late. We're stuck with it now. Besides, the Captain's expecting me, not my brother."

Grey sighed, resigned to his fate. "Damn it, you're right."

The laughter in the room died down as Grey accepted his role for the day. Wesley and Grey exchanged a look, one that spoke of mutual understanding and the trials they were about to endure together.

In Zoe's office

Wesley and Grey walked into Zoe's office just in time to hear the man inside say, "I'm moving my movie from New York to LA."

Zoe looked intrigued. "Which movie is that?"

Wesley, already clued in, answered, "It's Trading Fire. And if the fifth one is half as good as the fourth, I'll be a happy man."

Zoe smiled and introduced the man. "Mr. Payne, meet Sergeant Wade Grey and Officer Wesley Wick. You'll be riding with them today."

Payne shook both of their hands enthusiastically. "It's a pleasure."

Wesley couldn't help but mention, "My brother is a huge fan."

Payne grinned. "Oh, I'm thrilled to be riding along with the oldest rookie in the world's younger brother."

Wesley winced slightly. "Please, don't call me that."

Payne chuckled, "Right, sorry, Wayne."

Wesley corrected him, "Wesley."

Payne turned to Zoe, his gratitude evident. "Captain, once again, thank you so much for allowing this. I know the rules of the ride-along, and I'll be happy with whatever level of calls you give us."

Zoe nodded. "I appreciate that, but we'll make sure you get to see some action."

Payne looked thrilled. "Great, great," he said, patting both Grey and Wesley on the shoulders before leaving the office.

As the door closed behind him, Zoe's tone turned serious. "He does not get anywhere near danger. Is that understood?"

Wesley raised an eyebrow. "But you just said..."

Zoe cut him off with a knowing look. "I know what I said, honey. It was just to keep him happy."

Wesley leaned in, teasing, "Are there times when you do that to me too? Say you'll do something but don't plan on doing it?"

Zoe's face flushed slightly as she sat down, avoiding his gaze.

Wesley grinned, leaning against the desk. "What? Come on, I haven't asked you to do anything weird since we've been together. Why would you turn something down?"

Zoe rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her composure, but the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. "Wesley, not everything is about you getting what you want," she said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Wesley smirked, enjoying the banter. "Oh, I know that. But let's be honest, it usually works out in my favor."

Zoe shook her head, trying to hide her amusement. "Not this time. You focus on keeping Mr. Payne safe, and we'll talk about your... requests later."

Wesley straightened up, putting on a mock-serious expression. "Understood, Captain. But just so you know, I'm going to hold you to that."

Zoe gave him a pointed look. "Just get out there and do your job, Officer Wick."

Wesley saluted playfully. "Yes, ma'am," he said, then turned to Grey, who had been watching the exchange with a smirk.

As they walked out of the office and into the hallway, Grey chuckled. "You've got guts, Wick, I'll give you that."

Wesley shrugged with a grin. "You've got to keep things interesting, right?"

Grey shook his head, still amused. "Just make sure you keep Payne out of trouble. I don't need a Hollywood scandal on my hands."

Wesley laughed. "Don't worry, Sarge. We'll keep him safe and sound. Maybe even teach him a thing or two about what real action looks like."

As they headed toward the parking lot to meet up with Payne, Wesley couldn't help but glance back at Zoe's office, already thinking about what "requests" he might bring up later. But for now, he had a VIP to keep out of trouble—and that meant it was time to get serious.

"Let's get this show on the road," Wesley said as they reached the patrol car, where Payne was already waiting with an eager grin.

"Ready when you are," Payne said, clearly excited about the ride-along.

Wesley nodded, opening the passenger door for him. "Buckle up, Mr. Payne. You're in for a real LAPD experience."

On patrol

Wesley, Grey, and Payne were cruising in the patrol car when Payne shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Does this vest make me look fat?" he asked, half-joking.

Wesley glanced at him and grinned. "Are you kidding? You look like you're ready to headline 'Trading Fire Five.'"

Payne chuckled, nodding appreciatively. "I've been training with some special forces guys for the next one."

"Really? The same guys who trained Tom for the last movie?" Wesley asked, genuinely interested. "My brother is obsessed with those behind-the-scenes videos."

Their conversation was cut short as dispatch crackled over the radio. "Wilshire units, we have shots fired at MacArthur Park."

Payne's eyes lit up. "Let's go to that!"

Wesley glanced at Grey, who deliberately avoided eye contact, a clear signal of his reluctance. Wesley knew what that meant—no dice.

Payne, not deterred, leaned forward. "Come on, guys, let's hit that call. I've got Lakers tickets with your names on them if you say yes."

Grey, unimpressed, shrugged. "Sorry, I'm more of a Clippers guy."

Undeterred, Payne turned to Wesley, his eyes pleading. "Walton, help me out here, please?"

Wesley chuckled nervously. "Me? Sorry, the T.O. calls the shots. No pun intended."

Just then, a dispatch came back over the radio. "7-Adam-100, possible 459 at 910 Seabright Place."

Payne, still curious, asked, "What's a 459?"

Grey grabbed the radio, responding with a hint of satisfaction, "7-Adam-100, responding."

Payne repeated his question, "Seriously, what's a 459?"

Grey smirked. "Real, authentic police work."

Wesley flicked on the sirens, and Payne, now caught up in the moment, grinned. "Yeah, let's do this," he said as they sped toward the location, finally ready to get a taste of the real LAPD experience.

Wesley glanced at Grey and asked, "Sir, is everything okay with Officer Bradford? I saw you called him into your office before we headed out on patrol."

Grey replied tersely, "That's not your concern, Boot. Even if you are Officer Bradford's favorite Boot."

Payne, intrigued, turned to Wesley and asked, "Boot? Why does he call you that?"

Wesley shrugged, "It's a rookie thing. All rookies get called Boot."

Wesley turned to Grey and asked, "Sir, is there anything I can do to help Officer Bradford?"

Grey's expression hardened. "No, end of discussion."

Wesley sighed, frustrated by the response. As he muttered under his breath, "I wish Tim was my T.O.," he glanced away, hoping Grey didn't catch his words.

Grey's eyes narrowed slightly, catching the tail end of Wesley's whispered comment. He didn't say anything right away, but the tension in the car was palpable.

Payne, noticing the quiet exchange, tried to lighten the mood. "So, guys, I heard you have some serious skills with those radio codes. What's the deal with a 459?"

Wesley, still feeling the weight of the conversation with Grey, forced a smile. "A 459 is a burglary. It means someone's breaking into a place or has already broken in."

Payne nodded, intrigued. "Got it. So, any tips for someone who's not used to this?"

Grey grumbled from the front seat, "Stick to the basics. Follow the protocol, stay alert, and don't get too comfortable."

Wesley added, "And remember, Payne, always have your head on a swivel. You never know what you might walk into."

Payne's eyes were wide with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "I'll keep that in mind."

At the location

Once they reached the location, Wesley, Grey, and Payne exited the patrol car. Payne glanced around and muttered, "Really? We passed up a shoot-out for this?"

Wesley replied, "The neighbors reported disturbing noises. That could be serious."

Payne raised an eyebrow. "Doubtful."

Grey, who was already heading towards the house, overheard and said, "You want to see the difference between New York and LA cops, right?"

Payne nodded. "Yep."

Grey continued, "New York has 40,000 officers patrolling their streets. LA only has 9,000 for a city twice its size. That means we deal with a lot more on our shifts."

Wesley added, "Exactly. You never know when a seemingly small call can turn dangerous. For now, it's best if you hang back and let us handle this."

Payne, slightly taken aback but accepting the advice stepped back as Wesley and Grey approached the door.

Grey knocked firmly, and the door swung open. Instinctively, both officers drew their weapons.

"LAPD!" Grey shouted.

"Police!" Wesley called out.

Inside, they saw a pile of mail just inside the door and scanned the front area for any signs of trouble.

Grey and Wesley split up to search the house, each moving cautiously through different rooms. 

As Wesley entered one of the rooms, something caught his eye. He froze and whispered, "Sarge," signaling Grey to join him quietly.

Grey walked over, and Wesley pointed to a spot in the next room.

"LAPD. Show me your hands," Wesley called out, his voice steady as they moved forward.

Rounding the corner, they both stopped short, staring at a decayed body slumped on the couch.

Payne, who had cautiously followed behind, grimaced. "She's been there a while."

Wesley shook his head in disbelief. "And no one noticed."

Later

Wesley and Grey had called for additional personnel to the house, and now both were busy on their phones. Wesley spoke into his phone, "Yeah, her name's Collette Crawford. Just trying to locate any relatives or family friends. There has to be somebody, could you check again?"

Grey, meanwhile, was speaking to someone else, spelling out, "Latanaprost. L-A-T-A-N-A-P-R-O-S-T."

Payne, growing increasingly impatient, leaned in and whispered to Wesley, "Hey, can we go? Psst. Can we go?"

Grey, overhearing, put his phone down for a moment and, visibly irritated, replied, "No, I need to get a Natural Causes Death Certificate issued first. And to do that, I need to go through all her medications with the medical examiner."

Payne, unphased, suggested, "Well, can I just pay them to do it so we can leave?"

Grey clenched his jaw, barely containing his frustration. "No, you can't just throw money at your problems to make them go away. That's not how life works."

Payne, unfazed, shrugged, "Maybe not your life."

Grey, needing a break from the irritation, called out to Wesley, "Wick."

Wesley quickly wrapped up his call, "Uh, yeah, okay. Thanks." He hung up as Grey walked off to handle other details, eager to escape Payne's company.

Turning to Payne, Wesley tried to be diplomatic. "Okay, look, I get this isn't the action you were hoping for, but it's important. And I know I'll sleep better tonight knowing we took care of Ms. Crawford's remains personally."

Payne, however, was unimpressed. "Can I give you a note?"

Wesley, confused, asked, "A what?"

Payne elaborated, "You're coming across a little earnest. Just try throwing it away a little more."

Wesley blinked, barely believing what he was hearing. "Throwing it away— You do realize I'm a real person, right?"

Payne ignored the comment, his attention caught by something in the room. "God, she's just so beautiful. But she'd never be a leading lady today, though. Not unless she lost 30 pounds and had a nose job. That's the trouble with this business. It's so superficial."

Wesley, struggling to keep his composure, replied, "Well, you could buck that trend. You have the power to hire whoever you want."

Payne sighed, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. But, you know, audiences expect a certain look from my films. I wouldn't want to disappoint them."

Wesley, internally rolling his eyes, tried not to let his frustration show as Grey returned, shaking his head. "Yeah, well, there is a dark side to auto-paying all your bills."

Wesley, still processing Payne's self-absorbed ramblings, added, "I couldn't find a single relative or family friend to claim the body. It's so heartbreaking."

Payne, barely interested, shrugged, "Doesn't surprise me. People forget you fast in this town."

On Patrol

Wesley and Grey were driving down the road with Payne in the backseat.

Payne leaned forward and complained, "I'm just saying, New York cops would've shown me a better time by now."

Grey, eyes on the road, replied, "If you're not satisfied with the quality of your ride-along, feel free to request another unit."

Payne sighed, "Look, I'm not happy, and neither are you. You don't want to be stuck taking these low-risk calls any more than I do."

Grey glanced in the rearview mirror, his tone firm. "With all due respect, I don't think you'd be able to handle the high-stakes calls."

Payne raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? Is that a challenge?"

Grey shook his head. "No, just an observation. I've seen one of your movies."

Payne, a bit defensive, asked, "What, you didn't like it?"

Grey shrugged, "It was fine. But it didn't have much to do with real police work."

Before Payne could respond, the radio crackled to life. "7-Adam-100, we have a 415 at 9386 9th Avenue."

Payne, curious, asked, "What's a 415?"

Wesley replied, "Family disturbance. Probably just a loud argument."

Payne perked up, "It's not that far from here."

Grey, without hesitation, picked up the radio and responded, "7-Adam-100, responding."

Payne grinned, "Now we're talking."

Later

At the scene

The patrol car pulled up to the house, where a family was in the midst of a heated argument on the front lawn.

Payne, eager for excitement, said, "Finally, some action."

Grey turned to him, pointing firmly. "You, stay."

Reluctantly, Payne stayed back as they heard a family member shout, "No!"

Wesley and Grey approached the scene, Grey taking charge. "Everybody put your hands where I can see them."

One of the men turned, clearly agitated. "Go. Go. Hey, back off. We don't need you here! Ma, I told you not to call the cops!"

The family's argument escalated, voices overlapping in chaos. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Yo, they gonna shoot him!"

Wesley, keeping calm, said, "Nobody's shooting anybody."

Grey's voice boomed with authority. "Everybody put your hands where I can see them now."

Suddenly, the man who had been twitching raised his hands, revealing a knife.

Grey shouted, "Knife!"

Both officers immediately drew their weapons, aiming at the twitching man.

Wesley called out firmly, "Put the knife down! Sir, drop the weapon now."

The man, now frantic, shouted back, "No! No! No! No! No! No!"

A second man, trying to de-escalate, pleaded, "Wait, wait, wait, wait!"

Wesley repeated, "Put the knife down! Put the weapon down!"

Grey added, "Put the knife down now! I need you to put the knife down now."

The family panicked, and began to beg, "Don't shoot him!"

The mother, desperate, pleaded, "Tyson, it's okay. Put down the knife, please."

Tyson, still holding the knife, started to break down. "I did bad. Tyson did bad."

Wesley kept his tone steady, "Sir, we're just here to help you, but we can't help until you drop that knife."

Tyson, growing more agitated, shouted, "Go. Go!"

The mother, close to tears, explained, "He doesn't understand. Please. He's not gonna hurt anyone. He's only a child. He doesn't know how big he is."

The other man stepped forward, protective. "Look, I won't let you hurt him."

Wesley, maintaining control, said, "I need you to step back now. We are not here to hurt Tyson. So let's all take it down a notch."

The mother, trying to soothe her son, said, "Ty. Ty. He got confused. The alarm... I-I shouldn't have yelled at him."

Wesley asked calmly, "Could somebody take care of that alarm?"

One of the men rushed into the house, silencing the alarm as Tyson groaned in distress.

Tyson, now crying, said, "I'm sorry, Momma, I'm so sorry."

The mother, her voice cracking, reassured him, "It's okay, baby. I know you didn't mean to hurt me. I know!"

Tyson, still overwhelmed, repeated, "I burnt the pancakes. I burnt the pancakes."

Wesley, trying to connect, said gently, "Looks like you didn't flip them in time."

Tyson's tears flowed as he said, "I forgot. I forgot. I forgot!"

Wesley, making a decision, said to Grey, "Sarge, I'm putting my weapon up. If you don't feel comfortable doing that, you can keep yours out."

With that, Wesley slowly holstered his gun and raised his hands.

He spoke softly to Tyson, "Tyson. Look at me, kid."

Tyson's eyes met Wesley's, filled with fear and confusion.

Wesley, taking a step closer, said, "I'm just here to help you. You don't need that knife. Is it okay if I walk closer so you can hand it to me? That's all I want. This is just a family argument; there's no need for that knife."

Tyson nodded hesitantly, and Wesley began to approach him with slow, deliberate steps, keeping his hands visible.

When Wesley reached him, he gently took the knife from Tyson's hand. "Thank you," he said softly, slipping the knife securely into the back of his duty belt.

Wesley then turned to the mother, his tone compassionate but concerned. "Ma'am," he asked, "does your son have a disability? Is that why you mentioned he doesn't realize how big he is?"

The mother, her eyes filled with a mix of worry and relief, nodded. "Yes, Officer," she replied, her voice trembling. "Tyson has autism. He struggles with understanding boundaries and sometimes doesn't realize his strength."

Wesley nodded, his expression softening as he glanced back at Tyson, who was now visibly calmer but still anxious. "I understand," Wesley said gently. "Thank you for letting me know. We're not here to hurt him—we just want to make sure everyone's safe, including Tyson."

Wesley holding out the handcuffs gently. "Tyson," he said softly, "I'm going to put these on you now, but I promise they won't be tight, okay? It's just to keep everyone safe, including you."

Tyson nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

As Wesley carefully fastened the handcuffs, he spoke in a reassuring tone. "Hey, it's okay. You're not in trouble. We're just making sure everything stays calm, alright? You're doing just fine."

Grey radioed in, "7-Adam-100 requesting an additional unit for a 5150 hold."

The other man, agitated, stepped forward. "Hey, let him go now. Momma's not pressing any charges."

The mother quickly agreed, "That's right."

Wesley turned to them, his voice calm but firm. "I'm sorry, but we can't overlook this. An assault was committed, and we had to follow protocol. But we're not taking him to jail. He'll be evaluated by a doctor, and depending on the diagnosis, he may even qualify for a facility that can help him."

The mother's face fell. "We can't afford that."

Wesley met her gaze, his tone earnest. "Ma'am, I'll cover the cost. I don't know any of you, but I want to help. This isn't about money or being a hero. It's about making sure your family doesn't have to suffer."

The other man scoffed, "Oh because you're some rich guy who decided to play cop?"

Wesley shook his head. "No. I wasn't always well-off. That's not why I'm doing this. Tyson needs help, and I'm in a position to make sure he gets it. I'm not trying to be a hero. I just want to do the right thing."

Wesley looked at the man, his expression serious. "Listen, I've done a lot of bad things before I became a cop. Things I can never fully make up for, no matter how much good I try to do now."

The mother and the other man looked at him, their anger softening into curiosity.

"I know what it's like to feel lost, to make mistakes that hurt the people around you. But I also know that, if you get a second chance, you have to take it. That's why I'm here, offering to help Tyson. Because I can't change what I've done, but I can try to do good where I can. And right now, that means making sure Tyson gets the help he needs."

The mother's eyes welled up with tears. "Thank you," she whispered.

Wesley nodded. "It's the least I can do. I want to make sure he gets the care and support he deserves. This isn't just about following the rules. It's about doing what's right."

Grey, watching the exchange, softened as well. "We'll make sure he's taken care of," he added, his voice less formal than before.

Wesley looked back at Tyson, who was quietly crying. "We're going to help you, Tyson. You're not alone in this."

The other man said, "Yo, what are you doing, man?"

Wesley turned to see Payne filming them. "Payne, put the phone away, now," Wesley ordered, his voice firm.

Payne, unbothered, replied, "It's okay, I'm a director. This is... this is so compelling."

Wesley's expression hardened. "Mr. Payne, I said put the phone down, now. If you're going to do this ride-along, you need to follow the rules and listen to the officer assigned to you. And I'm telling you, put the phone down. Now."

Payne, seeing the seriousness in Wesley's eyes, reluctantly put the phone away.

Wesley took a step closer, his tone cold and unwavering. "I want you to delete that footage. I don't care how many movies you've made or how much my brother likes them. If you don't, I will arrest you for harassment. Understood?"

Payne swallowed and nodded, quickly complying with Wesley's demand.

Wesley took a deep breath, turning back to the family with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry about that," he said, his voice softening. "What Mr. Payne did was completely out of line, and I apologize on his behalf. This is a private matter, and it should have stayed that way."

The mother nodded, still holding Tyson close. "Thank you, Officer," she said, her voice wavering. "We don't need any more trouble."

Wesley gave her a reassuring nod. "I understand. We're here to help, not make things worse." He glanced at Payne, who was standing quietly off to the side, before looking back at the family. "We'll handle everything from here. Tyson is going to get the care he needs, and we'll make sure your family has the support to get through this."

The other man, still tense, eyed Payne warily. "That dude better not try anything like that again."

"He won't," Wesley promised. "And if he does, you have my word that I'll handle it."

Grey, who had been watching the exchange, stepped in closer. "We've got your back. We're here to protect and serve, not to cause you any more grief."

The mother sighed, the tension in her shoulders easing just a bit. "We appreciate that. Just... make sure he's safe, okay?"

Wesley nodded firmly. "We will. You have my word."

Later

At the station

At the station, Grey and Wesley walked Payne to the exit, ready to part ways after a long day. Payne, still buzzing with energy, turned to them with a broad smile. "You know, despite everything, this was a pretty cool experience," he said, flashing a grin. "I'm hosting a party at my place this weekend. You guys should come."

Grey shook his head, a polite but firm smile on his face. "I appreciate the offer, Mr. Payne, but I've already got plans with my wife. She's been looking forward to a quiet night in, and so have I." He gave a respectful nod. "You take care now."

Payne's grin faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered, turning his attention to Wesley. "How about you, Wesley? You're not gonna leave me hanging, are you?"

Wesley chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I'm gonna have to pass too, Mr. Payne. I've had my fill of excitement for the week. But," he added, glancing at Payne, "you could try inviting my brother, John Nolan. He might be up for it. He's a rookie like me, and he's always open to new experiences."

Payne's eyes lit up. "John Nolan, the oldest rookie, right? I'd love to have him over! Thanks for the suggestion, Wesley."

Wesley nodded. "Just give him a call. He'll let you know if he can make it."

Payne extended his hand to Wesley. "I appreciate that, and thanks again for today. I know I might've been a bit much, but you guys were great."

Wesley shook Payne's hand, giving him a friendly smile. "It's all part of the job. Take care, Mr. Payne."

With that, Payne gave them both a final nod before heading out the door, leaving Grey and Wesley standing by the entrance. Grey glanced at Wesley, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're going to make your brother deal with him?"

Wesley shrugged, a playful grin on his face. "What are brothers for?"

As Wesley and Grey left the station, Wesley spotted Lucy talking to John Nolan by the squad cars. They seemed to be deep in conversation, and Wesley couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as he watched them laugh together. He didn't understand why it bothered him so much, but he tried to brush it off.

When Lucy and John noticed Wesley, Lucy gave him a warm smile and waved. Wesley, feeling the tension, forced a smile in return and mumbled something about needing to clear his head before walking away. Lucy's smile faltered slightly as she saw the look on Wesley's face.

Lucy, sensing something was off, hurried after him. They drove back to Lucy's apartment in silence, the atmosphere thick with unspoken words. Once inside, Wesley slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the room.

"What's wrong with you?" Lucy asked, frustration clear in her voice. "You've been acting weird all day. What's going on?"

Wesley avoided her gaze, pacing the room. "Nothing. It's nothing."

Lucy's face flushed with anger. "Don't lie to me, Wesley. I know something's bothering you. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but don't shut me out."

Wesley's fists clenched at his sides. "I said it's nothing. Just drop it."

Lucy's eyes welled up with tears. "This isn't fair, Wesley. You're pushing me away for no reason. If you're mad at me, just say it."

Wesley, struggling to keep his emotions in check, stormed out of the apartment, leaving Lucy standing there, heartbroken. He headed to a nearby bar, hoping a drink would help him forget the turmoil he was feeling.

At the bar

Wesley sat alone at the bar, nursing a half-empty glass of whiskey. His mood was dark, his frustration evident. After taking a long swig, he slammed the glass down and signaled for another drink. The bartender, with a tired expression, reluctantly filled his glass.

"Just leave me alone," Wesley snapped when the bartender suggested he call it a night.

A burly patron bumped into Wesley, causing him to spill his drink. Wesley shot the patron an angry look.

"Watch where you're spilling that," the patron grumbled.

"Maybe you should watch where you're going," Wesley retorted, standing up.

Tension rose quickly, and the patron, clearly annoyed, got in Wesley's face. "I said watch it!"

Wesley's anger flared. "I'm not the one who's messing around."

The patron shoved Wesley, causing him to stumble. Wesley's face reddened with rage, and he lunged at the patron, fists swinging. The bar erupted into chaos as other patrons scrambled to get out of the way.

"I'm calling the cops!" the bartender yelled, reaching for the phone.

The two men grappled, trading punches. Wesley's fury drove him to be more aggressive, landing a solid punch to the patron's jaw. The patron retaliated, pushing Wesley onto a table, and sending drinks and dishes crashing to the floor.

"Get him off me!" the patron yelled.

The commotion continued until the sound of sirens pierced the air. Police officers burst into the bar, led by Tim Bradford. Tim's stern expression was unmistakable as he pushed through the crowd.

"Alright, break it up!" Tim ordered.

He quickly assessed the situation, grabbing Wesley and pulling him away from the battered patron. Wesley struggled against Tim's grip, his anger still simmering.

"Get your hands off me!" Wesley shouted.

"Wesley, calm down. You're under arrest," Tim replied firmly.

Despite Wesley's resistance, Tim and another officer handcuffed him. The patrons and bar staff watched in stunned silence. The patron, now with a swollen face, was being attended to by the bartender.

"Tim, come on, this is bullshit. I was just—" Wesley began.

"Save it for the station. You're coming with us," Tim cut him off.

Tim led Wesley out of the bar, the door swinging shut behind them. Wesley's anger was replaced with a mix of shame and frustration as he was guided to the patrol car.

The flashing lights of the police car illuminated the street as Tim placed Wesley in the back seat. Wesley looked back at the bar, then at Tim.

"I screwed up, Tim," Wesley admitted, his voice heavy with regret.

"Yeah, you did," Tim said softly. "Let's get you processed."

The patrol car drove away, leaving the bar and its chaotic scene behind. Wesley's reflection in the rearview mirror showed a man grappling with his own mistakes and their consequences.

At the station

Wesley sat on the cold, hard bench of the jail cell, his back against the wall. The room was dimly lit, and the faint hum of fluorescent lights did little to ease his frustration. He stared at the floor, the weight of his actions sinking in. His clothes were rumpled, and he could still feel the sting of the bar fight in his bruised knuckles.

The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor, growing louder until the heavy metal door to the holding area clanged open. Lucy walked in, her expression a mixture of anger and concern. She looked at Wesley through the bars, her eyes softening just a fraction when she saw him.

"Lucy," Wesley said, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry."

Lucy didn't respond immediately. She walked up to the desk where the officer was processing paperwork. After a brief exchange, the officer nodded and began unlocking the cell.

As the door creaked open, Wesley stood, rubbing his wrists where the handcuffs had chafed his skin. Lucy's eyes were resolute, and she crossed her arms as she waited for him to step out.

Wesley shuffled out of the cell, his shoulders slumped. "Thank you for coming."

Lucy didn't say anything until they were outside the holding area. She led him down the corridor toward the exit, her pace brisk and purposeful.

"Lucy, I—"

"No," Lucy interrupted, her voice firm. "I don't want to hear anything from you until we're at my apartment."

Wesley looked at her, taken aback. "But—"

"Zoe doesn't want us at her place," Lucy said, cutting him off. "She made it clear she needs space, and she's not interested in dealing with this right now. So, let's just get to my apartment, and then we'll talk."

Wesley fell silent, the weight of his actions pressing heavily on him. He followed Lucy through the exit, his mind racing with thoughts of how he'd let things get so out of hand. As they stepped into the night air, the cool breeze did little to clear his head.

They got into Lucy's car, and the drive back to her apartment was quiet. Wesley glanced at Lucy, who was focused on the road. He could see the frustration and disappointment etched on her face, and he knew he'd have to make things right, starting with listening to what she had to say.

At Lucy's apartment

Once they arrived at her apartment, Lucy guided him inside. The moment the door closed behind them, she turned to Wesley, her expression serious.

"Alright, Wesley. We're here. Let's hear it."

Lucy turned to Wesley, her gaze intense. "Alright, Wesley, let's talk. Why were you acting like an ass back at earlier? What's going on with you?"

Wesley ran a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of his earlier actions. "I don't even know why I'm feeling this way," he admitted, his voice raw. "I saw you talking to John, my brother, and I don't know why, but I felt this surge of jealousy. I felt like I was losing something, and it made me act out."

Lucy's expression softened slightly, but her frustration was still evident. "Jealous of John? Why?"

Wesley sighed, the frustration clear in his eyes. "I know it doesn't make sense. I've been trying to figure it out, but I just felt this irrational anger. I guess I didn't handle it well."

Lucy looked at him, waiting for him to continue. Wesley took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "I went to the bar after we argued. I wasn't thinking straight. I started drinking, and things got out of hand. I got into a fight, and it was stupid. I shouldn't have let it get that far."

Lucy's eyes held a mix of concern and exasperation. "And then what happened?"

Wesley looked down, ashamed. "The fight got me arrested. Tim Bradford showed up, and I ended up spending an hour in jail. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."

Lucy's expression was a mixture of relief and continued disappointment. "Wesley, I'm glad you're owning up to what happened. But this isn't just about the fight or the arrest. It's about how you're handling things. You need to talk to me, not shut me out."

Wesley nodded, his voice soft. "I know. I just didn't know how to explain what I was feeling, and I didn't want to drag you into my mess."

Lucy took a deep breath, her tone gentler now. "We're in this together, Wesley. You can't just push me away when things get tough. We need to communicate, not shut down."

Wesley met her eyes, his own filled with remorse. "I'm sorry, Lucy. I'll do better. I promise."

Lucy nodded, her expression softening. "Let's work on this together, okay? We'll figure it out. But right now, we need to talk about how to handle things moving forward."

Wesley nodded in agreement, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst his guilt. "Yeah. Let's figure this out."

Lucy guided Wesley to the couch and took a deep breath before speaking. "You know, when I said Zoe didn't want us at her apartment, that was a lie."

Wesley's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why would you lie about that?"

Lucy's smile was both mischievous and tender. "Maybe I just wanted you all to myself for one night. I think I deserve that, don't I? Or do you think I'm only worth it if Zoe's around? And if you do, I'll have to give you a serious talking-to."

Wesley, touched by her words, gently pulled her onto his lap. "You're worth everything, Luce. I'm sorry for being jealous. I... I couldn't help it. You and Zoe... you both mean everything to me."

Lucy's eyes softened, and she leaned in closer, her arms wrapping around his neck. "I'm glad to hear that," she whispered before pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss, her affection palpable.

Lucy's kiss lingered as she pulled Wesley closer, deepening their embrace. The warmth between them grew, and the world outside seemed to fade away. Wesley's fingers gently caressed the back of her neck, his touch conveying the apology he struggled to express in words.

Lucy pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of understanding and affection. "I know you're going through a lot, Wesley," she said softly. "And I'm here for you. Always."

Wesley nodded, his forehead resting against hers. "I know, Luce. I've been a mess lately. I just... I didn't want to feel like I was losing something so important to me."

She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the remnants of his tension. "You're not losing me, Wesley. But you have to talk to me. Let me in. Don't push me away."

Wesley's gaze softened as he looked into her eyes, seeing the sincerity and love reflected at him. "I'll try, I promise. I'm just afraid of messing things up."

Lucy shook her head gently. "We'll get through this together. We just need to be honest with each other."

He kissed her again, this time with a mix of gratitude and resolve. "Thank you for understanding. I don't deserve someone as wonderful as you."

Lucy smiled, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You don't have to be perfect. You just need to be you. And I love you for that."

They stayed like that for a while, lost in their shared embrace, finding comfort and solace in each other's presence. The night stretched on, but for Wesley and Lucy, it was a moment of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.

As they continued kissing, Wesley's hands slid gently to Lucy's wrists. Amid their intimate moment, he carefully and quietly clasped a pair of handcuffs around them, securing them together. His touch was light, almost playful, as he tightened the cuffs just enough to let her know something was happening.

Lucy pulled back slightly, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized what he'd done. "Wesley, what are you—" she started, but her words were cut off by his mischievous grin.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her cheek. "Just wanted to see how you'd react," he teased. "Thought you might enjoy a bit of playful restraint."

Lucy's expression shifted from surprise to amusement, and she rolled her eyes with a smile. "Oh, is that so? And here I was thinking you were being all serious and romantic."

Wesley's grin widened. "Well, I can be serious and playful. It's all about balance, right?"

Lucy shook her head, her laughter light and infectious. "You're impossible, you know that?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I know. But you love me anyway."

Lucy playfully tugged at the cuffs, her eyes sparkling with a mix of frustration and affection. "You better hope I do, or I might have to get creative with how I get these off."

Wesley laughed softly, his hands resting on her restrained wrists. "I'm counting on you to keep me on my toes. Besides, it's not like I'm going anywhere."

She rolled her eyes again, but her smile betrayed her enjoyment of the playful game. "Fine, but you owe me a really good explanation—and maybe a nice dinner too."

Wesley nodded, still grinning. "Deal. Just remember, it's all in good fun."

They continued their affectionate banter, Wesley's teasing adding a lighthearted element to their intimate moment. Despite the handcuffs, their connection remained strong, and the playful game only seemed to deepen their bond as they enjoyed each other's company.

Wesley gently laid Lucy on her back on the couch, his touch tender and deliberate. Her giggles filled the room as he leaned in to kiss her neck, his lips trailing soft, teasing kisses along her skin.

Lucy's laughter was light and carefree, her helplessness from being handcuffed only adding to the playful mood. She squirmed slightly, trying to find a comfortable position, but her restrained hands only accentuated the intimate moment between them.

Wesley's kisses were tender, his lips brushing against her neck with a gentle pressure that made her shiver with delight. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his lips, and he smiled against her skin, enjoying the way she responded to his touch.

"You know," Wesley murmured between kisses, "this is quite the predicament you're in. Can't move, can't stop me."

Lucy's giggles turned into soft, contented sighs. "Oh, really? And what are you going to do now, officer?"

Wesley's smile widened. "Well, I think I'm going to enjoy every minute of this. Just me and you, no distractions."

She tilted her head to give him better access, her breathing growing a bit heavier with anticipation. "You're incorrigible."

He paused, lifting his head to look into her eyes. "Only for you," he said softly, his gaze sincere. "Only for you."

Lucy's expression softened as she looked back at him, her eyes filled with affection. Despite the cuffs, there was a deep connection in their shared moment, a blend of playfulness and genuine intimacy.

Wesley continued his kisses, moving slowly and deliberately, savoring each reaction from Lucy. Her restrained hands rested behind her, a constant reminder of their playful dynamic, but they only seemed to heighten their connection and enjoyment of the moment.

As the kisses continued, Wesley's touch remained gentle and loving, every brush of his lips a testament to the depth of his feelings for her. Lucy's laughter and soft sighs filled the room, creating an atmosphere of warmth and closeness that neither of them wanted to end.

Wesley pulled back slightly, looking into Lucy's eyes with a playful glint. "Do you want out of the handcuffs?" he asked, his voice soft and teasing.

Lucy looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. "Yes, please," she replied, her voice a mix of eagerness and affection.

Wesley leaned in closer, his breath warm against her skin. "Hmm, I don't know," he said with a teasing smile. "I kind of like you like this."

Before she could respond, he brought her in for a kiss, holding her close despite the handcuffs. His lips met hers with a gentle, lingering pressure, the kiss filled with both tenderness and a playful sense of dominance.

As their kiss deepened, Wesley's hands stayed around her waist, guiding her closer to him. In between kisses, he murmured, "No, I like you like this."

His words were barely audible, but the affection in his tone was clear. He kept her close, savoring the intimacy of the moment, the handcuffs adding a layer of playful restraint that made their connection even more intense.

Lucy responded to his kiss with a mix of laughter and soft sighs, her hands still restrained behind her back. The warmth of Wesley's embrace and the passion of their kiss made her forget the cuffs, her focus entirely on the closeness they shared.

Wesley's lips continued to explore hers, his hands gently holding her as if afraid to let go. Each kiss was a mix of tenderness and playfulness, and despite her restrained position, Lucy felt completely cherished and loved.

As the kiss finally broke, Wesley looked into her eyes again, his expression softening. "See, I told you, I like you like this."

Lucy smiled, her eyes full of affection and a hint of mischief. "Well, I guess I'll just have to get used to it," she replied, her voice warm and content.

Wesley chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I'm glad you're okay with that," he said, leaning in for another gentle kiss, savoring every moment of their intimate connection.

Wesley's fingers lightly traced the edges of the handcuffs, his brow furrowing with concern. "Am I hurting you with these?" he asked softly, his eyes searching hers for any sign of discomfort.

Lucy looked up at him, her expression reassuring. "No, I promise," she said with a gentle smile. "I'll let you know if you are."

Her voice was steady, filled with trust, and she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his. The kiss was tender and full of affection, her handcuffed position adding an extra layer of vulnerability and intimacy to the moment.

Wesley held her close, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. He deepened the kiss, his touch gentle but firm, making sure she felt loved and cared for. The warmth of her lips and the softness of her breath against his skin made him forget everything else, focusing only on the connection they shared.

As their kiss lingered, Wesley's concern melted away, replaced by the deep satisfaction of their closeness. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into her eyes, his expression a mix of tenderness and affection. "I'm glad you're okay," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine care.

Lucy smiled, her eyes sparkling with love. "I'm more than okay," she replied, leaning in for another kiss. "Especially with you holding me like this."

Wesley's heart swelled at her words, and he kissed her again, savoring the moment. The handcuffs might have been a playful addition, but the real connection between them was what mattered most. As their lips met once more, Wesley felt a profound sense of happiness, knowing that their bond was as strong as ever.

Wesley pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked down at Lucy, still handcuffed and lying on the couch. "You know," he said softly, a playful tone in his voice, "since you're all tied up, how about we play a little game?"

Lucy's eyes sparkled with curiosity and a hint of amusement. "A game?" she asked, her voice light and teasing. "What kind of game?"

Wesley's smile widened as he leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against hers. "A roleplaying game," he said, his voice low and seductive. "How about we pretend that you're my prisoner, and I'm the charming but mysterious captor?"

Lucy's laughter was soft and playful. "That sounds intriguing. But remember, I'm not exactly in a position to escape right now."

Wesley chuckled, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the handcuffs on her wrists. "Oh, I'm well aware," he said, his voice warm. "But that's part of the fun, isn't it? I get to keep you close and spoil you with kisses while you're my prisoner."

He leaned in for another kiss, his lips lingering on hers before trailing soft kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Lucy's giggles mixed with soft sighs of pleasure as Wesley's lips traveled over her skin, the intimacy of the moment heightened by her restrained position.

"Hmm," Wesley murmured against her skin, his breath warm. "I think my prisoner deserves a reward for being so brave and sweet. How about a special treat?"

Lucy's smile was mischievous as she whispered, "And what kind of treat are we talking about?"

Wesley's lips curved into a grin. "Well, how about I give you another kiss? And then maybe we can see where the game takes us?"

He leaned in for another deep, lingering kiss, his hands gently holding her face as he kissed her passionately. Lucy responded eagerly, her lips moving in sync with his, savoring the closeness and the playful roleplay.

As their kisses continued, Wesley's touches remained tender and affectionate, making sure that Lucy felt cherished and adored. The handcuffs, though playful, were a reminder of their unique connection, and Wesley took every opportunity to show her how much she meant to him.

Between kisses, Wesley whispered, "Do you want to play along, or should I let you out?"

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and a touch of mischief. "I'm enjoying the game," she said softly. "But I wouldn't mind a few more kisses if you're offering."

Wesley's heart swelled at her words, and he leaned in for another passionate kiss, their roleplay adding an extra layer of intimacy to their already deep connection.

As Wesley continued to kiss Lucy, their playful roleplay deepened the connection between them. Wesley's hands gently traced her arms, his touches light and tender as he explored her restrained position. Lucy's laughter mixed with soft moans as he lavished her with affection, the handcuffs adding a layer of excitement to their intimate moment.

With each kiss, Wesley's lips traveled from her lips to her neck, then back to her lips, savoring the taste and warmth of her. He alternated between soft, lingering kisses and playful nibbles, making sure Lucy was thoroughly indulged in their game.

"Do you want me to let you out?" Wesley asked between kisses, his voice teasing yet sincere. His fingers brushed against the handcuffs, feeling the slight resistance of the metal as he held her close.

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with both affection and mischief. "Only if you promise to keep kissing me," she said, her voice breathy and filled with desire.

Wesley's smile widened, and he leaned in for another passionate kiss, his hands roaming gently over her restrained wrists. "How could I say no to that?" he murmured against her lips. "You're my favorite prisoner."

Lucy's laughter bubbled up again, mixing with her sighs of pleasure as Wesley's kisses continued. She reveled in the intimacy of the moment, feeling completely cherished and adored. The playful roleplay only heightened her feelings for Wesley, adding a unique touch to their connection.

After a while, Wesley pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Alright, I think it's time to let my favorite prisoner out," he said softly, his fingers delicately unlocking the handcuffs.

As he removed the cuffs, Lucy stretched her arms with a grateful sigh, her smile radiant. Wesley leaned in for one last tender kiss before helping her to a sitting position.

"You know," Wesley said, his voice sincere, "this has been one of the best nights I've had in a long time. I'm really glad we did this."

Lucy looked up at him, her eyes shining with love. "Me too," she said softly. "And thank you for understanding and being so patient. I'm really lucky to have you."

Wesley smiled, his heart full. "And I'm lucky to have you. Let's just make sure we always communicate, so we don't have to deal with misunderstandings like tonight."

Lucy nodded, reaching out to hold his hand. "Absolutely. Communication is key. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

They shared a tender moment, their fingers intertwined as they enjoyed the closeness they had created. The night continued with soft conversations and gentle touches, their bond strengthened by the intimacy and understanding they had shared.

As the night wore on, Wesley and Lucy decided it was time to wind down. They moved from the living room to Lucy's bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm light across the room.

Wesley helped Lucy into bed, his movements gentle and attentive. He pulled back the covers and watched as she settled comfortably, her eyes still filled with affection and contentment.

"Comfortable?" Wesley asked with a soft smile, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

Lucy nodded, reaching out to touch his hand. "Very comfortable. Thank you for everything tonight."

Wesley brushed a stray strand of hair from her face and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Anything for you."

He began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the end of their special evening. Lucy watched him, her eyes filled with admiration. Once he was in his pajamas, he climbed into bed beside her, pulling the covers up to their shoulders.

Lucy snuggled close to him, her head resting on his chest. Wesley wrapped his arms around her, holding her securely and offering her a sense of warmth and safety. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was calming, and Lucy let out a contented sigh.

"Do you want to talk about anything?" Wesley asked softly, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.

Lucy shook her head slightly, her voice barely above a whisper. "No, I just want to be close to you. Tonight has been perfect."

Wesley smiled, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her back. "I feel the same way. I'm glad we could be together like this."

They lay there in comfortable silence, the room filled with a peaceful tranquility. Wesley occasionally pressed soft kisses to Lucy's forehead or temple, his gestures tender and loving. Lucy responded with quiet sighs of contentment, her fingers tracing small patterns on his chest.

As they drifted off to sleep, Wesley held Lucy close, feeling a deep sense of connection and contentment. The day's events and their earlier conflicts seemed distant and insignificant now. All that mattered was the closeness they shared and the promise of a new day together.

In the quiet of the night, their breathing synchronized, and they fell into a peaceful slumber, their dreams filled with the warmth and love they had shared.

In the morning

The first light of morning crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. Lucy stirred gently, her senses gradually awakening. As she shifted, she felt an unfamiliar restriction and immediately became aware of the handcuffs around her wrists, secured behind her back.

Her heart skipped a beat as she realized the situation. Her initial confusion was quickly tempered by the warmth of Wesley's chest against her cheek, a reassuring presence that reminded her of the night before.

Carefully, she lifted her head and looked up at Wesley, who was still asleep beside her. His steady breathing and the peaceful expression on his face reassured her that everything was okay. She chuckled softly to herself, a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment at the predicament she found herself in.

She tried to move, but the handcuffs kept her arms firmly behind her back. She turned her gaze back to Wesley, thinking about how to wake him without startling him. With a gentle nudge, she tapped his chest, hoping to rouse him.

Wesley stirred, blinking sleepily as he became aware of her movements. He opened his eyes and immediately noticed Lucy's predicament. A playful smirk spread across his face as he took in the sight of her handcuffed, lying against him.

"Good morning," Wesley murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Looks like you've been a little restrained overnight."

Lucy laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with a mix of humor and affection. "Good morning. I see you had a bit of fun with the handcuffs."

Wesley reached over and gently patted her head, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Didn't mean to leave you like this. How's it feeling?"

Lucy shifted a bit, trying to find a more comfortable position. "It's okay. Just a little tight, but I'm managing. I trust you'll let me out soon?"

Wesley nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and tenderness. "Of course. Let me get those off for you."

He reached for the key on his nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs with careful precision. As he freed her wrists, he noticed Lucy's expression of relief.

"There you go," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Lucy rubbed her wrists, a playful smile still on her lips. "It's alright. Just a little unexpected wake-up call."

Wesley leaned in to kiss her gently, his lips brushing against hers. "I'm glad you can laugh about it. I promise to make it up to you."

Lucy grinned, leaning into his embrace. "I'm sure you will. And in the meantime, let's enjoy the rest of the morning together."

They cuddled closer, enjoying the warmth of each other's presence and the quiet of the early morning. The playful tension of the night before had melted away, leaving them with a deeper sense of intimacy and connection. As the sun continued to rise, they basked in the simple joy of being together, ready to face the day with renewed affection and understanding.

As Wesley gently freed Lucy's wrists, he looked up at her with a sheepish smile. "You know," he began, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, "I put the handcuffs on as a joke while you were sleeping."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, a curious smile tugging at her lips. "A joke? Really?"

Wesley nodded, his eyes full of apology. "Yeah, I thought it'd be funny to surprise you. But I guess I fell asleep before I could take them off."

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I just... I guess I got caught up in the moment and forgot."

Lucy's expression softened as she looked at him, a mix of amusement and tenderness in her eyes. "It's okay. I appreciate the apology. And to be honest, it wasn't the worst way to wake up."

Wesley chuckled softly, relief washing over him. "I'm glad you're not too upset. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

Lucy leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "You already have. Just being here with you is enough."

They settled back into the cozy embrace, the morning light wrapping around them as they enjoyed the quiet moment together. Wesley held Lucy close, his arms around her, cherishing the warmth of her presence and the bond they shared.

"I guess we have to get up eventually," Wesley said, reluctantly breaking the silence. "But for now, let's just enjoy this."

Lucy nodded, snuggling into his arms. "I'm in no rush. Let's stay like this a little longer."

As they lay there, basking in the tranquility of the morning, they both felt a deeper sense of connection and understanding. The playful moments and tender exchanges only served to strengthen their bond, and they were ready to face whatever came next, together.

Wesley and Lucy eventually got up from the bed, still wrapped in each other's warmth. Wesley, always a bit more practical, decided it was time to make breakfast. He led Lucy to the kitchen, where they began preparing a simple yet delicious meal.

As Wesley cracked eggs into a bowl, Lucy stood beside him, stirring the mixture. She glanced up at him with a playful smile and said, "You know, for someone who's just woken up, you're looking pretty good at this cooking thing."

Wesley grinned, leaning over to press a quick kiss to her lips. "Well, I figured I should at least try to be a good boyfriend, even if I'm not a top chef."

Lucy laughed softly and moved to set the table, her movements smooth despite her hands being free. Wesley's gaze followed her, admiring her ease and grace. When she returned to the kitchen, Wesley turned to her with a mischievous look.

"Care for a kiss while I flip these pancakes?" he asked his tone light and teasing.

Lucy didn't miss a beat. "Absolutely," she replied, stepping closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a tender kiss that lingered just long enough to make both of them smile.

As Wesley continued to cook, flipping pancakes with practiced ease, Lucy took on the task of slicing fruit. She moved to give him a quick peck on the cheek, causing Wesley to chuckle and shake his head.

"Seriously, we're going to end up with burnt pancakes if you keep distracting me," he said, though his eyes sparkled with affection.

Lucy grinned, leaning in to kiss him again. "That's part of the fun, isn't it?"

Their lighthearted kisses and gentle touches created a rhythm that made the morning feel effortlessly joyful. Wesley hummed a tune as he worked, occasionally brushing his lips against Lucy's as she moved around the kitchen. Each kiss was a sweet interruption, a reminder of their closeness and shared happiness.

As they finally plated the breakfast, Wesley took Lucy's hand and led her to the small dining table they had set up. They sat down together, their hands occasionally brushing, and exchanged smiles full of unspoken affection.

With their breakfast spread before them, Wesley raised his fork in a mock toast. "To a morning well-spent and to the best company I could ask for."

Lucy lifted her fork, her eyes twinkling. "I'll drink to that."

They enjoyed their meal, savoring both the food and each other's presence. The laughter and kisses continued, each moment adding to the warmth and contentment they felt together. The simple act of making breakfast had become a cherished ritual, a testament to their love and the joy they found in each other's company.

After a busy day at work, Wesley and Lucy decided to unwind with a special evening out. They had planned a quiet dinner for just the two of them, wanting to spend some quality time together away from the hustle and bustle of their usual routines.

Lucy was dressed elegantly in a soft, flowing dress that highlighted her effortless style. Wesley, looking equally sharp in a crisp shirt and tailored pants, couldn't help but admire her as they left the apartment. He offered her his arm, and she took it with a smile, both of them enjoying the brief walk to the restaurant.

The restaurant they chose was a cozy, intimate place known for its romantic ambiance and delicious cuisine. As they entered, the soft lighting and gentle music created the perfect backdrop for their evening. They were led to a private table near a window, which provided a lovely view of the city lights.

As they settled into their seats, Wesley reached across the table to take Lucy's hand. "You look amazing tonight," he said sincerely.

Lucy blushed slightly, squeezing his hand in return. "Thank you. You're not too bad yourself."

They shared a warm smile before perusing the menu. The conversation flowed easily as they discussed their choices, teasing each other about their food preferences. Wesley couldn't resist giving Lucy a playful nudge when she insisted on trying the most extravagant dish on the menu.

"I swear, you're trying to bankrupt me with your fancy tastes," he joked, raising an eyebrow.

Lucy laughed, shaking her head. "Hey, someone has to keep things exciting around here."

The waiter soon arrived to take their orders, and Wesley made a point of choosing Lucy's favorite wine to accompany their meal. As they waited for their food, they continued to talk, catching up on each other's day and sharing little anecdotes that made them laugh.

When their dishes finally arrived, the two of them exchanged delighted looks at the presentation. They took their time savoring each bite, often feeding each other tastes from their plates and sharing stories of their day. The restaurant's atmosphere, combined with their genuine connection, made the meal feel particularly special.

After dinner, Wesley suggested a stroll through a nearby park. Lucy agreed enthusiastically, and they walked hand-in-hand, enjoying the peaceful evening and the gentle breeze. The park was quiet, with only the occasional sound of distant city traffic and the rustling of leaves.

As they reached a secluded bench, Wesley and Lucy sat down, their hands still intertwined. Wesley turned to face her, his expression serious yet affectionate.

"Tonight's been perfect," he said softly. "I'm really glad we could have this time together."

Lucy rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes closing briefly in contentment. "Me too. I needed this. It's nice to just be with you, without any distractions."

Wesley kissed the top of her head, his heart full. "We should do this more often. Just us, enjoying each other's company."

Lucy nodded, her smile warm. "Definitely."

They sat together for a while, simply enjoying the quiet and each other's presence. The evening had been a beautiful reminder of their connection and the joy they found in being together. As they finally stood up to head back home, they both felt a renewed sense of closeness and appreciation for their time together.

As Wesley and Lucy walked hand-in-hand down the park path, their tranquil evening took an unexpected turn. Just as they were about to head back to their car, a commotion near the park's entrance caught their attention. They saw a man in a hoodie swiftly snatching a woman's purse before running down the street.

Without hesitation, Wesley and Lucy exchanged a determined glance. Wesley squeezed Lucy's hand reassuringly. "Stay close," he said, his tone shifting from relaxed to focused.

The criminal, oblivious to the pair's presence, continued sprinting away, weaving through the few pedestrians still out and about. Wesley and Lucy began to chase after him, their breaths visible in the cool evening air.

"Stop! LAPD!" Wesley shouted, his voice echoing through the street. The man glanced back briefly but didn't slow down.

Lucy was right behind Wesley, her pace steady. "We're officers!" she called out, her voice firm. "Stop right now!"

The thief made a desperate dash down a narrow alleyway, trying to evade them. Wesley and Lucy followed, their strides synchronized as they pursued him. Wesley's heart pounded with adrenaline, but his focus remained sharp. He could see the thief's glances over his shoulder, clearly growing more panicked with each step.

They rounded the corner of the alley, and Wesley called out again, "LAPD! Don't make this worse for yourself. Give up now!"

The thief, cornered by a dead end, finally skidded to a halt. He turned his face a mix of anger and fear. Wesley and Lucy, catching up, quickly took their positions.

Wesley, keeping his tone authoritative, said, "Put your hands where I can see them. You're under arrest."

The man hesitated, then slowly raised his hands. Lucy stepped forward, her badge visible. "You're not going anywhere. Drop the purse and get down on the ground."

The thief complied, dropping the purse and lying down on the ground. Wesley approached him cautiously, securing his hands with handcuffs. Lucy retrieved the purse and checked its contents, ensuring everything was intact.

Once the thief was secured and the purse was returned to its owner, who had appeared visibly relieved, Wesley and Lucy exchanged a quick, satisfied glance.

"Thank you so much," the woman said gratefully. "I thought I'd never get it back."

"No problem," Wesley said, his demeanor calming as he handed the purse back to her. "Just doing our job."

Lucy patted the woman's shoulder reassuringly. "Make sure to stay safe. And if you need anything else, don't hesitate to call."

As the woman walked away, Wesley and Lucy took a moment to catch their breath. Wesley looked at Lucy with a mixture of relief and admiration. "Well, that was a bit of excitement."

Lucy smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Wesley nodded, still catching his breath. "Yeah, we do."

With their impromptu adventure behind them, they walked back to their car, their earlier romance tinged with the thrill of having helped someone in need. The evening had turned out to be not only memorable but also a testament to their shared commitment to serving others.

At the station

After successfully apprehending the criminal and securing him in their regular car, Wesley and Lucy made their way to the nearest police station. Despite the unconventional circumstances, they were determined to ensure the criminal was processed correctly and their date, though interrupted, was handled with professionalism.

Lucy glanced over at Wesley as they drove, her expression a mix of amusement and curiosity. "So, how's this for a date night?"

Wesley chuckled, steering the car toward the station. "Not what I had in mind, but at least we're making the most of it. And hey, it's not every day you get to mix business with pleasure."

When they arrived at the station, Wesley parked the car and they both got out. The criminal, still handcuffed, was seated in the backseat, looking more than a little bewildered by the situation.

As they approached the front entrance, Wesley and Lucy were met by a couple of officers who looked up in surprise at the sight of the handcuffed man.

"Evening, officers," Wesley said with a grin. "We've got an arrestee here. Caught him in the act while we were on our date."

The officers exchanged glances, and then one of them, a veteran officer with a knowing smile, stepped forward. "I see you two had quite the eventful evening. Let's get him processed."

Lucy held the door open for Wesley as he led the criminal inside. The officers quickly took over, escorting the man to a holding cell while Wesley and Lucy filled out the necessary paperwork.

Once the paperwork was completed, Wesley and Lucy found a quiet spot in the station's waiting area. Wesley looked over at Lucy, his expression a mix of relief and exhaustion.

"Sorry about ruining our evening," he said, his voice filled with genuine regret.

Lucy reached out, taking his hand in hers. "You didn't ruin anything. We did something good tonight. It's not how we planned it, but it's still a night to remember."

Wesley smiled, squeezing her hand. "Yeah, you're right. I guess sometimes duty calls in the most unexpected ways."

They shared a moment of quiet reflection, their fingers intertwined. Despite the unusual turn of events, their connection remained strong, underscoring the depth of their commitment to each other and their shared sense of purpose.

As they prepared to leave the station, Wesley turned to Lucy with a hopeful grin. "How about we pick up where we left off and try that dinner again tomorrow night?"

Lucy smiled back, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Sounds like a plan. Let's make sure it's a date we won't forget for the right reasons."

With that, they left the station, ready to continue their evening together and looking forward to a more peaceful and romantic date shortly.

At Zoe's Apartment

After leaving the station, Wesley and Lucy decided to head to Zoe's apartment. They needed a place to unwind and talk about the unexpected turn of events from their date. Zoe welcomed them in with a warm smile and offered them drinks to help them relax.

As the night wore on, Wesley, Lucy, and Zoe found themselves in Zoe's cozy bedroom. The room was softly lit, creating a comforting atmosphere. Wesley and Lucy had changed into more casual clothes, while Zoe was in a comfortable robe. They all settled onto the bed, ready to share stories and talk about the recent events.

Wesley lay back on the bed, propping himself up with pillows, while Lucy snuggled close to him. Zoe sat cross-legged at the edge of the bed, her expression thoughtful.

Lucy broke the silence, her voice tinged with excitement. "So, Zoe, we haven't talked much about the twins recently. How are they doing?"

Zoe smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "They're doing great. It's been a bit of a whirlwind, but I'm managing. They're growing so fast—each day brings new surprises."

Wesley reached over, gently squeezing Lucy's hand. "I can't believe how quickly time is passing. It feels like just yesterday we were talking about the twins being on the way."

Zoe nodded, her smile widening. "I know. It's been an incredible journey. They've brought so much joy into my life. I'm excited for you two to meet them soon. They're already making quite an impression."

Lucy leaned in, her curiosity evident. "What's been the most surprising part of having the twins so far?"

Zoe thought for a moment before responding. "Honestly, it's the way they each have their little personalities already. It's fascinating to see how different they are, even at this early stage. They keep me on my toes, that's for sure."

Wesley grinned. "I bet. I'm looking forward to meeting them and seeing their personalities for myself."

Lucy looked up at Wesley, her expression soft. "And we'll be there to support you through everything, Zoe. You're not in this alone."

Zoe's eyes grew misty with emotion. "Thank you, both of you. It means a lot to me. I'm grateful to have you in my life."

As the conversation continued, they talked about their hopes and dreams for the future, sharing laughter and plans for the coming months. The bond between them grew stronger with each word spoken, and they found comfort in their shared sense of anticipation and excitement.

Eventually, the conversation faded as exhaustion set in. Zoe, Wesley, and Lucy settled into the bed, the warmth of their camaraderie enveloping them. Wesley and Lucy snuggled together, while Zoe lay beside them, her hand resting gently on her growing belly.

With the gentle hum of conversation fading into the background, they drifted off to sleep, the promise of a bright future and the joy of their growing family lingering in their hearts.

To be continued...