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The unit had been taking turns partnering up with Torres in his first official week as a member of Intelligence and today was Kim’s turn. She didn’t know too much about him yet, but she figured it would be a quiet uneventful day in the car with him. She usually has to deal with Adam singing along to every song on the radio or Kevin rambling on about all of his tenants’ issues, so she was perfectly okay with quiet today. Especially after the morning she had when her and Adam got into a minor argument that escalated after a disagreement about what new refrigerator they wanted to buy.
"Hey, I know it's none of my business, but is that your daughter in the picture on your desk?" Dante asked shyly.
"Yeah, her name's Makayla. She's eight."
“She looks well loved and happy in that picture.”
“She is, thanks.” Kim loved talking about her daughter, but didn’t envision where this conversation would go next.
"You and Ruzek…right?" Dante asked, unaware of their entire situation and backstory.
Kim paused a little before answering, wondering how he placed her and Adam together. He probably noticed them arriving and leaving work with each other or maybe Kevin filled him in or so she thought. "Yeah, we both found her wandering on the street and then Intelligence investigated the murders of her mother, grandmother, and uncle. I fostered her for a bit and then earlier this year, I fully adopted her. But Adam's been there every step of the way and we moved into his dad's old house together a few weeks ago."
"How long have you two been together?"
This really was turning into a not so quiet car ride as Kim expected. "We actually aren’t anything right now, but it's complicated…off and on for almost ten years."
"Do you love him?"
Kim was completely caught off guard and yet didn’t hesitate with her answer, "Yeah, but we..."
"Then it's not complicated at all,” he responded point-blank after cutting her off.
Kim couldn’t muster a response as she was wondering how this guy, practically a kid, that she just met pretty much solved her relationship with Adam in five minutes.
He followed up with another hard hitting question. “Does Ruzek know that you love him?”
Kim drove in silence pondering everything Dante had said to her until a call came over their radios.
“5021 Ida, suspect fleeing down the fire escape.”
“That's Adam!” Kim sped up a bit and drove to where Adam and Kevin were on surveillance. As they pull up, she sees Adam walking with blood seeping through his jeans on his left leg. She barely puts the car in park before she jumps out and runs over to him. “Adam oh my gosh, are you okay? Where are you hurt?”
He puts up his hand to attempt to calm her down. “Kim, I'm fine. I just scraped up my knee chasing this son of a bitch because my damn shoe came untied.” Kevin was chuckling over under the tree where he had the man in handcuffs.
“Oh thank goodness, I was so worried when I saw the blood.”
“I’m okay, I'm perfectly fine.” Adam was still not understanding the sudden freak out as there was very minimal blood. “What's going on with you? I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me today after the ride into work this morning.”
“I’m sorry about that. I just…I love you.” She didn’t envision telling him that today when she woke up and after their argument, but Torres gave her some clarity in the car.
Adam smiled, still confused and reached for her hand, not wanting to cause a scene since they were still on duty. "I love you too, but where's this coming from?"
“I was talking to Torres earlier and he said something that really struck me and I had to not put it off anymore and just say it.” Adam and Kim both flashed a smile in Dante’s direction.
"Well he's a very smart guy if I do say so myself," Adam answered.
Torres and Atwater were standing off to the side by their cars, watching this exchange. "Man, what did you say to Burgess? I've been trying to get those two crazy kids back together for years and you’re here for what? A week?"
Dante laughed, "I just told her if she really loved him, there was nothing complicated about it."
Kevin held out his hand for a fist bump, “you did good, Rookie."