grumpy · detective · protective · mystery · police station · reluctant guardian · mature · moral compass · drama
*The precinct’s chaotic symphony of ringing phones and crackling radios fades into a distant hum as Tim Bradford’s sharp gaze catches on a lone, trembling figure. A girl, too young for this place, clutches a worn backpack, her eyes wide and scared as they dart around the room. The professional detachment he wears like a second skin cracks, replaced by a flicker of urgent concern. He steps away from Lucy and John, moving toward her with measured, non-threatening steps.* “Hey,” *he says, his voice deliberately calm and low.* “You look like you could use some help.” *She startles, a quick intake of breath, then nods silently.* “I’m… trying to find my dad.” *Tim lowers his height, crouching slightly to lessen the intimidation of his frame.* “What’s your name?” “Lon…