First Chicago PD story. Fell in love with Burzek from day one. I apologize for all the "Darlin'"s, I just love when he says it. This started out as fluff and took on a life of its own. MJ
Disclaimer: I do not own Chicago PD or any of its affiliates.
"Darlin'," Adam whispered in the dark room. The small form beside him didn't budge. He nudged and tried again, a little louder this time. "Hey, Kim, wake up."
Still nothing.
He figured he'd try his secret weapon and leaned down to kiss her shoulder, slowly making his way to her ear. This is how he usually had to wake her up after a long shift the day before. It never failed and tonight was no exception.
She stirred before turning to face him, eyes still closed and a smile on her face. Her hands made their way to his face, the stubble feeling nice across her fingers.
"Hmmm, what time is it?" she asked as she leaned up for a kiss, still half asleep. He returned the kiss, a smile of his own meeting her full lips.
"A little after three," he answered, staring down at her. How did she manage to look so beautiful without a drop of makeup?
She rolled back into her spooning position and snuggled up against his chest, nestling her head back into the pillow.
"Why did you wake me?" she said with a yawn.
"Couldn't sleep," he stifled a yawn of his own and bit his lip. If she had been looking at him, she would have noticed his usual worried, zoned-out gaze: the look he got when there was something bothering him that he couldn't quite figure out. "Something doesn't feel right."
"Wha'do'ya mean?" she asked. He could tell from the sleep in her voice that she wasn't awake enough to have a conversation.
"S'nothin'. Go back to sleep." He leaned in to kiss her cheek, whispering,"Sorry to wake you." He slid back into the same place he had fallen asleep so many nights before but was failing to accomplish tonight. Before he could even attempt to close his eyes this time, Kim turned to face him and he couldn't hide the surprise when she did.
"If something's bothering you enough to wake me up this early, it's not nothing." Her light brown eyes met his dark and he knew that she would not be letting this go until she got some answers. "Talk to me, Adam," she whispered in the quiet stillness of her apartment.
They stayed in that spot for what seemed like hours to Ruzek but was only minutes. His eyes searching hers for a starting point. It seemed stupid to him now that he had mentioned it. Why had he woken her? There was nothing she could do. Hell, now that he thought about it, there wasn't really much he could do about it, either. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he closed it. He repeated this a few times before he felt her hand on his face.
"Just, tell me, Adam. We can figure it out," she whispered, leaning in a little closer. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, closing the last few inches to touch his forehead to hers.
"It's Lindsey. I just got a bad feeling about her," he whispered. He couldn't bring himself to open his eyes, waiting for her reply, for her to say something.
"What kind of bad feeling? Like, a cop bad feeling or a friend bad feeling?" Ok, she was going along with this. He opened his eyes to meet her inquisitive ones.
"I don't know, really. I just feel like there's something wrong with her, like maybe she's in trouble or somethin'," he said.
"Alright, then," Kim sat up quickly, surprising her boyfriend in the process. He followed her motion, a confused look on his face. She reached behind her to turn on the lamp and grab her phone off the charger. "Let's give her a call. If she doesn't pick up, we'll grab Roman and drop by her place."
"Seriously?" he asked. "You'd do that for me?" How had he gotten so lucky?
"I trust you. And I love you. Plus, you're a good detective so if your instincts say something is up, then we need to check it out." She smiled before unlocking her phone and scrolling through her contacts.
Ruzek couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He really did love this woman. Burgess hit call and put the phone on speaker, the couple listening to the dial in the slightly illuminated bedroom. It went to voicemail and they tried again, then again from Ruzek's phone. He was pacing the floor at this point. Nothing.
"I don't like this," Adam muttered and went to he drawer where he kept a few clothes.
"Me, neither. Time to call Sean,"Burgess said. She was going into patrolman mode now and made her way to the closet.
"You sure Roman won't mind being pulled out of bed at three am?" Adam asked as he slid on a clean shirt.
"He owes me a favour, don't ask." She pulled on an academy tee and grabbed a fresh pair of jeans. Her phone lay on the bed, the speakerphone resonating through the small room as her partner answered.
"Burgess?" they heard. "You alright?" From the noise in the background, it was safe to say he wasn't at home in bed.
"I'm good but something's up with Erin, we need you to help us check it out." They were both dressed now, and heading out the door with their pieces at their backs.
"Lindsey? What's goin' on? And I'm guessing Ruzek's with you?" The noise at the other end of the phone seemed to gradually get softer and Adam figured Roman was outside by now, probably going to his car.
"He is. And we're not really sure. Adam got a bad feeling something was wrong and now we can't get in contact with her. Can you meet us at her place?" The couple was almost to his car at this point, Ruzek's mind reeling with what could be going on with Lindsey. Last time one of his team had gone radio silent like this, it almost didn't end pretty.
"Yeah, give me her address and I'll meet you there as soon as I can. I'm leavin' Molly's now," they heard a car door slam and an engine start up on the other end. Burgess gave her partner the address and they were on their way.
Not too long later, they pulled up in front of Erin's apartment building. As they were walking towards the door, Roman joined them.
"Bad feeling, huh?" he asked Ruzek as he slid his sidearm in the back of his jeans.
"I don't know how to explain it, something just feels off," he answered.
"Good enough for me." The trio went inside and made their way to Lindsey's apartment, only to find the door ajar. They all pulled their guns and aimed them towards the door. With Ruzek in front, he pushed the door further open to find the place had been trashed. The two patrolmen followed him in and they cleared the place. While it was good there wasn't a body or anyone who didn't live there hiding, there was no sign of Erin Lindsey.
"I'm calling Voight," Adam stated. He pulled out his phone and searched for his boss's number, not really sure how he was going to explain this one. "Boss, it's Ruzek."
"You better have a damn good reason for calling me this time'a night, Ruzek," he was met with Sergeant Voight's gravelly voice.
"It's Lindsey, she's missin', Boss." It was hard to keep all the concern out of his voice.
"What do you mean "missing", Ruzek?"
By the commotion on the other end, Adam knew this was going to be a full unit effort from this point on.
"I mean, I got a bad feeling and when she didn't answer her phone, me and Burgess and Roman came to check out her place. When we showed up, the door was open, the place was tossed, and no one is here."
"Stay there, I'm on my way." The beep in his ear told Ruzek that Voight had hung up. Was Voight going to call Olinsky and Halstead and Dawson or should he do it? Atwater was out of town on family business so he wouldn't be getting a call tonight. He got his answer a few minutes later when they were joined by Voight and Olinsky through the door. The three cops inside pulled their guns before realizing who it was and lowered them as their back-up walked in with hands raised.
"Whoa there, Ruzek. S'just us," his mentor said in his calm timbre.
"Dawson and Halstead are on the way. Tell me what happened, in detail. I wanna know everything," Voight sidled up beside the young detective-in-training, placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort.
"Like I said, Sarge: I got a bad feeling and we came to check it out. When we got here, door was open and no one was home. I don't know what's going on," he hung his head as he finished. This was not how he had planned on spending his evening, searching for a missing team member.
"I want details, Ruzek, not just the overview. Start from the beginning. You said you got this feeling and called her?" He wouldn't let on just exactly how worried he was but Erin Lindsey was basically a daughter to him, he'd raised her from 15. He couldn't let this one slip through the cracks.
"Yeah, I, uh, couldn't sleep and," he looked at Kim before continuing. Voight knew they were a thing but was it ok to say where this all started? The nod she gave told him to stick to the facts, nobody wanted to get caught lying to Voight. "And, I woke up Burgess, told her something didn't feel right and she suggested we call to check on her. We called four times and when she didn't answer, we called Roman and drove over here."
Antonio and Jay walked in just before he started to talk about what they saw when they got to Erin's place and no one noticed just how hurt Halstead looked. No one knew they were a thing. Erin had only been back from her task force for a couple of weeks and they were still debating outing themselves to Voight.
His eyes swept over the destroyed apartment and it took everything he had not to run out the door in search for whoever had his girl. They had been in that bed less than twenty-four hours ago, they'd eaten breakfast at that table that very morning. How could she be missing? He knew he should have come over tonight; why had he let her talk him out of it?
He interrupted Ruzek just as he mentioned calling Voight in, Halstead's emotions winning out over how angry Lindsey's surrogate dad might be.
"Voight." All eyes were on him now. "I was supposed to come over tonight, but Erin told me she had a change in plans. She called around midnight and told me to stay home." He met Voight's gaze, holding his stance and trying to maintain composure. Hard to do when the girl he'd been in love with from day one was missing and he had just outed their relationship to her father figure. Hank Voight gave a look that meant that conversation would be tabled for later. He'd warned them about in-house relationships but if it helped find Lindsey, maybe it could be used to their advantage.
"Did she mention what the change in plans was, exactly?" He tightened his jaw to keep from expressing exactly what he thought about their original plans. Another time, Hank, another time. Focus on Erin. "She say she was meeting up with someone? Anyone call her?"
"She said something about a friend coming over but didn't elaborate."
All eyes were on the two men, trying to pick up on any clues as to where Erin Lindsey might be.
"This friend have a name?"
Jay thought back to the short conversation he and Lindsey had had on the phone a few hours earlier.
"Hey, Lindsey," he said as he answered her call, the smile coming through the phone.
"Jay," she said. "I, uh, got a change in plans," her husky voice doing things to his insides the wouldn't admit to if you paid him.
"Ok, you want me comin' over now or later than midnight?" he asked. He'd need a shower after the day they'd had but he could make it there in half an hour.
"Neither. I gotta cancel. My old friends Spencer and Leslie Hubbard showed up and, since they're only here for one night, we're gonna hang. Haven't seen them since Easter a few years ago. Might even catch that showing of Police Academy they're playing northside."
"Ok?" He didn't even know they were playing that anywhere. "I guess I'll talk to you later."
"Yeah, later. I'll call you in the morning, Dear."
She had hung up after that, leaving Jay to fill up his evening now that he had no plans.
"She mentioned a few friends named Spencer and Leslie? Said they were going to catch Police Academy northside. I didn't even know it was playing."
"It's not. I remember Spencer, he was in her crew back in the day, no good ever came whenever he was around. The movie title is a clue. I bet he made her call to delay us figuring out she was gone in the morning, and if he did, he wouldn't have let her tell us where she was so I doubt she's at the Academy. I don't know any Leslie, aside from the late Leslie Shay. It's a long shot but check out the name Leslie with that movie, see if it helps at all." Voight directed this towards Dawson before turning back to Jay. "Anything else you can remember? Anything that stood out? Get a last name on the other friend?"
"Uh, she said something about Easter and she mentioned Leslie's last name, I think it was Hubbard?"
"Alright, run a search on that, Roman. See if any Leslie Hubbards pop up in the system."
"Got it, Boss," he called, making his way outside.
The group started to make their way outside as Jay stopped Voight. He might get ragged for this later but it was a little weird so it might be worth mentioning.
"Sarge, she called me "Dear." She's never done that before. Think it might be a clue?"
"Ya never know," he replied. Detective Halstead could tell that Jay was not his favourite person at the moment; he'd disobeyed a direct order in dating Erin. He couldn't help how he felt about her and it's not like they had been working together when they started their thing.
"Voight, we got something!" Antonio called from Sean's car.
The Intelligence Unit rushed towards them, this was one of their own that was missing. When they were close enough, Sean told his colleagues what they had found.
"Ok, nothing popped on a Leslie Hubbard but when I looked up Police Academy's movie page, there was a Leslie Easterbrook listed in the credits. I remembered that she had said something about Easter so I figured that might have something to do with it. She played Sergeant Callahan in the movie."
Antonio took over from here.
"There's an O'Callaghan's pub in the northside on the corner of Hubbard and Dearborn. I'm thinking she caught a look at where they took her and managed to get a message to Jay without them knowing."
"That must have been why she called me that, to help narrow down where to look for her." How had he missed this? Ruzek knew she was missing before he did!
"May be. Let's roll out, everybody. Make sure you've got something to cover yourself." Voight jumped in his SUV and everyone in his crew followed suit.
Adam Ruzek couldn't believe all of this was happening. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he got that awful feeling in his stomach what seemed like hours ago. Now, it was almost four in the morning and they were searching for a missing team member that, it looked like, was being held hostage. He and Kim slid into his car and followed their team to northside, hoping that everything was going to turn out alright. Kim rested her hand on his thigh, sliding her thumb back and forth over his knee to comfort him.
"Hey, you did a good thing, Adam. Without you, who knows how long it would have been until we found her? Jay didn't really think about it that way but you used your gut. I'm proud of you, babe."
"Thanks, Darlin', but I still feel awful. I hope this all just turns out ok."
Lights rolling on all five cars, the caravan pulled up outside O'Callaghan's and met around the back. Getting orders from Voight, they breached the building, clearing each room as they went. After they had cleared the building with nothing and no one to show for it, they regrouped near the bar, staying armed and watching for any sign that they missed something. The place closed at two am and the staff was long gone. So why were the lights on behind the bar?
"Halstead," Olinsky whisper-yelled, catching the young detective's eye. He nodded towards what looked to be a hidden door behind the counter and Jay nodded in return. He and Antonio crept towards the door, the rest of the group on their heels. Trying the knob, it was unlocked and he entered. What he saw was a situation he hoped to never see Erin Lindsey, or any other team member, in again.
She was passed out on a chair, her arms duct-taped to her sides with her hands tied with rope, her legs tied and duct-taped to the legs of the chair, and duct-tape over her mouth. She was in her bathrobe and underwear, her slightly damp hair making it obvious she had just gotten out of the shower when her captors had taken her out of her apartment. She had a few cuts on her cheeks and what looked to be a bruise forming underneath her right eye. Not even making sure it was clear, Jay shot towards her, lifting her head from off her chest.
"Erin! Erin, wake up. Erin, can you hear me?!" he tried getting her attention.
The rest of the team swarmed into the room, trying to find the person responsible for this. Ruzek eyed his friend and couldn't explain what he was feeling. It was a mixture of guilt and relief and something else he couldn't quite place. He was glad that it wasn't his girl in that place but felt bad that it was Jay's. Everyone knew they had feelings for one another, they didn't hide it too well. This was absolutely terrible.
"I want this whole place searched! Now!" Voight boomed. Olinsky pulled out his radio and called for an ambo, helping to secure the area in the process. Dawson saw a cigarette on a table, smoke still blowing from the tip.
"They saw us comin'," he stated, gesturing towards the ashtray. The team finished searching the place as the ambulance rolled up, Mills and Brett being the medics on board. Olinsky and Halstead had managed to get Erin loose and assisted the medics in placing a c-collar on her and getting her onto the backboard. She had yet to regain consciousness and Jay was scared. He wasn't family but, since the medics knew the team, they allowed him to ride with them to Chicago Med.
Voight called it in, reporting to Commander Fischer directly. He gave a basic description of the Spencer he remembered from almost a decade ago, allowing for aging. Tall, brown hair, green eyes, scar above his right eye, two interlocking tattoos on his left arm that wound from his wrist to his elbow, slight limp from a bullet he'd taken at seventeen; he wasn't sure if he'd dyed his hair or exactly how tall he had grown but that was at least enough to start. At least, until Lindsey woke up and they could get an accurate description of her assailant.
CSU arrived not too long after the ambulance left, and the team went to work. No one had a clue as to why this Spencer person, who was supposed to be a friend, would do this to her. This was going to take some digging into. The Intelligence crew decided to rally back at the 21st, Burgess and Roman going with them. No one changed out, they set straight to work. CSU had managed to pull DNA off the cigarette and confirmed Spencer Cohen was the one smoking it. They pulled his current DMV photo to put out an APB, pulling out all the stops to find the creep that had done this to her.
An hour into their investigation, they got a call from Jay with an update on Erin's condition.
"She's got some brain swelling and they're keeping her in a medically induced coma for a few hours to help with the pain, a couple of fractured ribs, and a cracked cheekbone," Antonio's speakerphone blasted into the bullpen. "They really did a number on her." Everyone could hear the exhaustion and concern in his voice.
"Keep us updated, Jay," Voight said, his already gravelly voice full of concern and hurt. This was his little girl, she was practically family.
"Will do, Sarge," Jay replied before hanging up.
"We gotta get this guy, Boss," Ruzek said, Kim by his side. He hadn't let her out of his sight since they'd left Erin's apartment.
"I know, Ruzek. Believe me, I know." Voight turned to go into his office, shutting the door behind him. The remaining six members of Erin's rescue team found themselves shuffling paper, trying to find a clue as to where this guy might be and why he had done this.
"I need coffee," Ruzek stated, standing and go the break room. Burgess followed him, not wanting to leave him alone for long. He was the sweetest guy but, when left with his thoughts, he could go to some dark places. Just like with Felicia in the undercover gig; when she had heard the way he'd threatened the suspect, she wanted to rush to him and talk him through it. You didn't mess with the people Adam Ruzek cared about.
"Hey," she called as she walked up behind him sliding her arms underneath his to engulf his tall frame in a hug. "How're you holding up?"
He turned to face her, pulling her petite frame into his own. She laid her head upon his chest and he rested his chin on top. "I'm just glad it wasn't you," he whispered. "I don't know what I would have done, Kim. Seeing her like -"
"Hey!" she lifted her head and looked into his chocolate brown eyes. "You don't have to worry about me, Adam. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, ok? You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not, Ruzek." She stood on her toes to kiss the man she loved. It had been a rough night. He returned the kiss, trying to convey as much as emotion as he could while attempting to stay in the work zone. His hands moved to her delicate face and hers to his hips. He pulled away for a breath and rested his forehead on hers. With the height difference, they probably made for an interesting sight.
"I love you, ya know?" he whispered, eyes closed.
"Yeah, I know. I love you, too, Adam," she returned in the same volume.
They may have been at work but they were in their own bubble at the moment. The events of the last few hours seemed not to exist.
He kissed her again, a more simple, chaste kiss this time, and they pulled away from one another. He got his cup of now drinkable temperature coffee and walked back to his desk, Burgess following behind. They acted as if nothing had happened in that room, getting back into work mode to try and catch the jerk who had hurt their friend.
Antonio had seen the whole thing, reminding him of his moments with Laura, and making him feel for Jay all the more. Everyone knew they liked each other and it was evident how much pain he was in right now. Dawson swept his eyes across the room and saw that Sean Roman had see the small moment between the couple as well, the look on his face showing he was slightly embarrassed at having been caught watching. Antonio shrugged and answered the ringing landline.
"Dawson," he answered. "Where? ... How long? ... We'll be right there." He stood up, grabbing the jacket off the back of his seat, and saw that all eyes were on him. "Patrol spotted Cohen near a pizzaria on Ontario ten minutes ago, put a tail on him and followed him to the hospital. Looks like he's trying to finish what he started."
"Alright, let's gear up and head out," Voight barked from his office.
The team was there in record time, pulling in with lights and sirens blaring. Staying in the cars to scope out the place, they used radios to choreograph a way in that was least likely to result in Cohen knowing they were there. The plan was to take him in for, let's say, interrogation, via The Cage method. Whether or not he survived the night was a detail no one seemed eager to discuss.
Sean had called Jay on the way over to give him a head's up on Cohen's whereabouts and he was on high alert, standing guard outside Erin's room. When Cohen was spotted on the third floor, they all made their way into the hospital and up the stairs. They found him about to enter the ICU where Lindsey's room was and almost had him until he checked behind himself and took off running. Following him through the hospital, he found himself cornered in the morgue with no way out. When he pulled a gun, they tried to reason with him, get some answers out of him, but to no avail. He wouldn't talk and no one could get close enough to get the gun from him. Jay had joined them from the third floor and Voight was doing his best to keep both Halstead and himself from attacking the guy.
"We just wanna know why you did it, Cohen," Ruzek said, his gun pointed in front of him, shielding Burgess as best he could. This animal was not going to get her, too. "Just tell us why."
"I'm not goin' back to jail, man. I can't do it," Cohen yelled to them.
"Put the gun down, Spencer. I'm not gonna tell you again," Voight barked at him.
"I'm not going back to jail." With that he turned the gun on himself and pulled the trigger.
They stared at the body in shock, not really believing what had just happened before their eyes.
Ruzek pulled Burgess closer to him, not wanting her to see the mess in front of them.
"Call it it," Voight boomed.
"Glad it's over," Olinsky stated. "Still don't know why he did it, though."
"Maybe we ask Lindsey when she wakes up," Voight said. Jay was already heading up to her room. Roman and Dawson stayed behind to explain what happened to those on their way, the others made their way upstairs to join Jay.
Walking into her room, the team was met with the sight of one of the strongest people they knew in a position they never thought they'd witness. Bandages wrapped around her face, bruises visible on her arms, an IV inserted in a hand, and cords to a heart monitor running from underneath her gown. Jay occupied the chair where Ruzek sat only months ago, the memories playing fresh in both his and Burgess's minds. The only good to come from that was when they said I Love You for the first time and having Voight pardon their relationship, they didn't have to hide anymore.
"We're, uh, we're gonna head home," Burgess said. She tugged his hand, pulling him towards the hall. He tilted his head to the side, questioning her thinking. Lindsey was in critical condition and she wanted to leave? "There's nothing we can do here, Adam. We got the guy, that's what matters," she whispered.
"Yeah, uh, we're gonna head out, guys," Ruzek agreed. Jay got to his feet and shook Adam's hand.
"I don't know how to thank you, man. I owe you one, Ruzek."
"Don't worry about it, Jay. I know you'd do the same thing if I were in your shoes. Hell, you have before." He tried to end things on a light note given the gravity of the evening.
"Nevertheless, thanks, man." They did a one-armed guy hug before the couple headed out, asking for an update when Erin woke up.
On the way back to Kim's apartment, Adam held her hand across the console, just relishing in the fact that they were together. If he ever doubted how much she meant to him before, he definitely knew now.
"What?" she asked.
"Hmm?" he replied, his eyes focused on the road in the early morning traffic.
"You look like you're thinking about something serious over there," she said with a smile.
"Just thinking about how much I love you, is all, Darlin'," he kissed her hand and smiled before setting his eyes back on the road.
"I love you, too, handsome." She leaned across and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek.
He slowed as the upcoming light turned from yellow to red. He didn't mind having a few extra minutes in the car. Now that his uneasy feeling was gone, he was suddenly extremely tired and couldn't wait to crawl into bed when they got back. Turning to face her, he couldn't help but smile and stole a cheek kiss of his own.
"Move in with me," he said. Sure, they hadn't been together long but it felt right. He waited for an answer, searching her eyes with that ever-present nervous expression on his face, his blonde hair falling into his eyes.
"Ok," she replied with what seemed to be an eager smile.
"Ok?" he checked.
"Yeah, let's do it," she responded. He leaned in and kissed her, hands on her cheek and in her hair, only parting when the car behind them honked to move. The light had turned to green while they were making a life decision.
Before pulling away for good, he whispered,"You have no idea just how happy you make me, Darlin'." And with that, he pressed the pedal and they were on the way back to her place. When they finally made it back to bed, they settled into their usual sleeping positions and Adam actually passed out within minutes, a welcome relief to all the stress of the past few hours. It was good they had the day off tomorrow. He dreamed of house-hunting and furniture shopping with the woman he loved, even an image of her with a swollen stomach managed its way into his subconscious.
He awoke to the smell of coffee and banana chocolate chip pancakes, opening his eyes to see Kim in one of the tee shirts he kept at her place and a plate of breakfast and cup of joe. That was something he could get used to.
"Mornin'," he said as he climbed out of bed to stretch those long limbs of his. Her breath caught when she saw that small sliver of skin between his shirt and pajama bottoms.
"Mornin' yourself, sleepy-head. I've been up for hours," she replied as he took the offered breakfast and reached up on her toes to steal a kiss as payment. Ever since that first kiss against a stranger's car, she just couldn't get enough.
"What time is it? Why didn't you wake me?" he asked as he looked at the clock and noticed it was almost noon. He was usually up by nine on his days off unless he had plans.
"After last night, or, this morning, rather, I figured you needed the sleep." The couple had settled at the dining table at this point and ended up talking over the events of last night, Ruzek asking for an update at the end. "Yeah, Olinsky called and she's awake. Other than the broken bones, she's fine, gonna make a full recovery within a few weeks. They were able to get a couple of details out of her before the doctors kicked them out. Turns out, Cohen was jealous of Lindsey, said it should have been him Voight took in when they were kids. Wanted to make both of them pay."
"What about the whole Police Academy movie thing? Where did she come up with that?"
"That was one of the first movies she and Voight rented when she moved into his place, figured the title would flag it for him if Jay got brave enough to go to him. I guess that's what happens when you're as big of a movie buff as she is. She was actually surprised you were the one to figure out something was wrong." The look he gave sent the message he was offended. "Not like that. She was just surprised, is all. Said to tell you thank you and she owed you a beer."
"Crazy world we live in, Burgess," Adam said, drinking the last of his coffee. "I guess people will do a lot for revenge these days."
"Tell me about it, Ruzek." She could play the last name game, too. "I mean, in what world would anyone think getting revenge on Voight would be a good idea? Let alone kidnapping a member of the Chicago Police Department?"
"Probably the same kind of world where the gorgeous brunette bad ass cop agrees to move in with awkward blond guy whose pants are probably just a little too tight." He was poking fun at himself in his skinny jeans and she could tell he was trying to put last night behind him. Who was she to stop him?
"I know, right? Why would the adorkable sweet blond detective fall in love with the tiny brunette chick who kisses other people's fiances?" She leaned in for a kiss, tasting her favourite pancakes on his lips.
"Adorkable? Really? Is that even a word?" he laughed against her lips.
"Shut up and kiss me, Adam."
He was happy to oblige.
Okay, seriously. I have no idea what happened here. I just wanted a sweet fluffy Burzek fic and the next thing I know, I have a 6,000+ word story resulting in a kidnapping and couple moving in together. I give up.
I do have plans for at least two more stories so stay tuned! :)
Thanks for reading. MJ