The scene in front of Adam Ruzek could be described as nothing short of chaotic. Lights flashing red and blue across the face of buildings and vehicles that just moments ago had been dark. The sounds of his fellow police officers wrangling the numerous suspects they had busted and the loud music from the party still rang in his ears. In this moment if he actually thought about it he would feel as if his life had purpose and meaning. It was a moment. One of a few he had been having lately. In months if he was honest. Lately the job just didn't seem to be enough. The mob member he was escorting towards the squad van began to try and loosen Adam's grip. A quick adjustment of his hand and a "unintentional" knock to the collar's back got the guy moving in the right direction again. The party they had just broken up was large and the party goers ranged in ages that Adam couldn't believe. Seemed the Donati Family didn't discriminate by age. The intelligence unit had been clued into the location of this particular stash house slash party house two days prior by one of Burgess and Atwater's CIs. Burgess. He was even trying to think of her now by her last name. That was such a joke. Kim. She would always be Kim. Even the thought of her caused his eyes to shift to his right and see her brown hair and slim build wrangling her own suspect towards another waiting van. He watched her handle the guy who was twice her size with relative ease considering she was wearing stiletto heels and one of the shortest skirts he had ever seen her wear. He continued to be amazed at the level of his masochistic side. The fact that even a brief thought of her could cause him to automatically find her in a crowd in seconds was amazing or that he could still remember almost every outfit she had worn that week and how it hugged every curve. Depositing his suspect into the car and slamming the door gave him a needed reason to take his eyes away from the one woman that still seemed to disorient him. He looked back towards the house and shook his head. He wondered how many of the middle class neighbors would be gossiping the next day about what the world was coming to. A drug stash house in the middle of suburbia. Little did they know that was not all that unusual. Maybe they would learn to start reporting those big houses with little furniture that for some reason always seemed to have nice cars in the drive. Luckily the local cops were cool with doing this operation jointly. Could have caused some really sticky political issues if they hadn't. Not that Voight would have cared about that. He began to make his way up the front walk to see who else might need assistance with suspects or the drugs and guns found in the basement.

"Yo, Bro! Crazy party huh?" Adam smiled at Kevin Atwater's comment. He knew his friend was probably salivating at the potential revenue he could have made if he had a crowd this big at one of his gatherings in the city.

"Handing out flyers to your next gig would probably be frowned upon you know."

Kevin's smile spread from ear to ear.

"No doubt. They got more people upstairs. Apparently they must of had some pretty high end "dates" upstairs for the high rollers. Voight and Dawson are up there now." Kevin pointed over his back as he headed towards the front door with two fully packed duffle bags which Adam assumed must be filled with some of the drugs from the basement. Adam slapped him on the back and was getting ready to head to the stairs when he heard his name being called from the second floor. The gravelly voice and terse tone told Adam that Voight would be at the top of the steps and he wasn't disappointed.

"I need you up here for a minute."

Voight didn't wait for a response before turning back down the hallway, so Adam quickly ran up the steps two at a time feeling a sense of urgency that he couldn't reason as to why. Something in Voight's tone told him that this was not just a normal request for help. As Adam reached the end of the hall, Voight stopped him with a raised hand before Adam could get a good look inside.

"Wanted to see how you wanted to handle this before anyone else came up here and got wind of it."

His confusion must have been written all over his face because Voight tilted his head towards the room indicating that Adam should look inside. As Adam stepped forward and looked, he felt his whole mind go blank and then his stomach drop.

"Mom?"

Two days prior

Walking into Aunt Bettie's Diner, Kim felt like she was walking through a fog. It didn't help that it was about 4:30 in the morning and the only reason she was here was due to the late night phone call she had received. Natalie had not only sounded excited, but possibly high. Kept going on about how she needed to tell Kim something, but that she didn't have time to meet then. She had a client. Scanning the small establishment showed that Natalie had no intention of being on time, so Kim grabbed the first open booth and ordered a pitcher of coffee. No, one cup was so not going to do it this morning. As the waitress walked away, Kim stared out the window at the few people walking by and found herself twirling the birthstone ring on her left middle finger. She guessed that it was serving its purpose. Her hand had felt so bare after giving back her engagement ring and she had needed something to fill that void. She couldn't help it that she had now gained a new nervous habit. It was too early in the morning to be nervous, but she knew that this was just par for the course lately. The last few months had been a roller coaster ride that she saw no end to. If breaking off her engagement hadn't been enough of a life changing experience, Roman had been promoted to training officer for the district and had promptly been assigned a new graduate out of the academy. She was happy that Roman was doing something that he enjoyed, but she could have used some more time without additional change. Then again, that was also the reason she had been promoted to Intelligence. Well, the timing worked out anyway. The city graciously allowing the unit to add an additional member due to their stellar closure rate sounded suspect to her, but Voight had always been straight with her in the past so she chose to believe him. Kim took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. Even thinking about this would just send her thoughts down a path she did not want to go down. Especially without coffee. Adam. The first few days had been awkward and she had Lindsey to thank for keeping them separated as much as possible. Lindsey had taken it upon herself to be Kim's mentor and she found herself riding along with her and Halstead most of the time. She still saw him everyday though and seeing him was enough to create a permanent pit in her stomach. She missed him. She missed his lopsided grin. His pet names for her. She missed him. But missing him wasn't enough for her to break from her decision. She still loved him and if she allowed herself to admit it she knew that he loved her in his way. The problem was that even with all that love it didn't change the fact that Adam was not ready to get married and for Kim she just couldn't go back to just dating. She was not equipped with the patience of a saint. The waitress placed Kim's carafe of coffee and a cup in front of her and she felt a sense of relief that she could concentrate on something else. Something as mundane as making sure the chemistry of her coffee: creamer ratio was correct felt like a welcome distraction. As she took her first small sip and felt the bitter taste of the coffee flood her mouth, Natalie walked in the door. Her knee high boots clicked along the linoleum floor in a quick staccato as she made her way towards the booth and slid in across from Kim.

"How are you doing, Natalie?"

Kim placed her cup down on the chipped saucer and waited for Natalie to start her dance. Kim learned from Lindsey quickly that people never wanted to come in and just dump the little nugget of information that they knew was valuable to the team. They needed to play whatever game made their contact feel comfortable. For Natalie, this meant discussing her night and describing sometimes with too much detail her John's sexual preferences. Despite several meetings, Kim still could not keep her cheeks from turning pink at some of the things Natalie would tell her. It had gotten so bad during the first meeting that Atwater said he wouldn't come again. Said that he could not deal with hearing those types of things around a woman he considered to be like a sister. Even if he was at the other side of the diner listening in on a wire. Kim wondered that wasn't most of the reason Natalie had this particular routine. Found her cop friend's reactions to her comments entertaining. Kim nodded her head at Natalie's latest statement and then tilted her head to show that she was listening. The CI seemed to be satisfied at this point that she was being heard and she dropped the dish.

"So my agency was contacted for a big party this weekend. Like really big! Like drug fueled orgy big. They have this house out in the suburbs and they use the basement to package and store all the drugs for the south side of the city there. There is suppose to be another one up north, but I don't have a clue where that one is. The party is for the Donati family."

Kim could feel her eyes getting big in disbelief which she imagined looked quite comical on her.

"Are you sure about this Natalie? Like really sure." Oh god! She was now verbally mimicking her informant. Natalie began to nod her head in the affirmative.

"The party is on Friday and some of the made guys are going to be there so they want some pros."

Natalie just stared back at Kim showing that she was almost done.

"The party is to start at 9. I'll text you the address. And I won't wear a wire. Don't even ask."

Natalie slid out of the booth and walked right out of the diner. Kim picked up her cup again to take a sip and guessed that she now had plans for Friday night.