Title: Fate
Rating: Strong T for some language and normal adult behavior
Disclaimer: Chicago PD and its affiliated characters do not belong to me. I mean no copyright infringement. I only use them as a means to de-stress myself.
Summary: Adam Ruzek and Kim Burgess are both cops, but don't know each other. They end up in a dangerous situation and discover that fate has a plan for them both. But, what happens when they learn they can't have each other and the careers they both want? Will they be able to work it out? Burzek
Spoilers: Nothing specific for the series. This is just my own version of how they might have gotten together!
Chapter 1
Adam Ruzek had been looking forward to his day off for weeks. Things had been so busy at work that he couldn't even remember the last time he had done laundry. He had already worn the same Jeans to work three times and he was afraid other people were beginning to notice. Not that he would trade his job for anything. Adam worked in the Intelligence unit, an elite group of the Chicago Police Department, and he loved it. But that didn't mean he didn't cherish his days off. Adam was looking forward to spending his free day running a few errands, cleaning up all the takeout boxes that were strewn around his apartment, and then sitting on the couch with a beer, watching the football game.
As Adam opened the door to his bank, a small branch tucked into the corner of a busy street in the middle of downtown Chicago, he noticed a pretty brunette walking towards him. She was obviously headed for the same place. He did what most guys did when a pretty woman walked by - he checked her out. She was in a pair of simple Jeans and sneakers. Although she was mostly covered by a large, white, puffy jacket, she clearly had a good figure. She had winter gloves on, protecting her hands from the cold November air, but it prevented him from seeing whether or not she had a wedding ring on. Her face was flawless, her eyes a dark brown. Her brunette hair was up in a sloppy ponytail and she wore no makeup, telling Adam that her appearance wasn't the most important thing to her. Adam liked that in a woman.
"Looks like it could snow," Adam said as he held the door open for the woman.
"Hopefully it's not quite cold enough for that," she replied. "After all, it's only November."
She smiled at him, revealing perfect white teeth. Adam was immediately drawn to her smile. He couldn't help but wonder what her lips tasted like.
"Welcome to Chicago," he added.
The woman nodded and walked past him. "Thank you," she said. Adam followed her inside. She stepped into the line behind a man and a woman, waiting to speak to a bank teller. Adam stopped right behind her.
"Do you...ah...live around here?" Adam asked, realizing he was reaching for conversation. Normally he wasn't one to hit on a random woman while he was out running his errands, but there was something about the brunette that intrigued him. Plus it had been a long time since Adam had enjoyed the company of a woman.
"A few blocks away," the woman answered, briefly turning around to look at him. As soon as she was done, though, she put her back to him again, giving him the signal that she was done talking. She began taking off her gloves and Adam got a look at her ring finger. It was empty. He nearly rejoiced - she wasn't married. With that encouragement, Adam decided he would give it one more try.
"Have you lived in Chicago long?" Adam questioned.
As she turned around to respond to him, she dropped one of her gloves. Adam immediately bent down to retrieve it. As he went to stand up again, he heard the front door being shoved open.
"Do what we say and nobody gets hurt!" A male voice shouted.
Dropping the glove again, Adam turned to look at the door. Three men in black ski masks with guns in their hands were standing at the door. One of the men turned and locked the door behind them. Chaos immediately ensued. The woman in front of Adam and Kim screamed. A few of the bank tellers began to scramble.
"Everybody on the floor!" The tallest of the masked men yelled.
As everyone began to crouch to the floor, Adam stayed standing. He noticed his mystery woman did too. One of the men turned towards them, pointing the gun right at them. Instinctually, Adam stepped in front of the woman. If someone was going to get shot, he wasn't going to let it be her. She might be a stranger to him, but he had taken an oath to protect and serve and he lived by that oath. Adam put his hands up above his head, wishing he had his gun with him.
"Look, nobody wants any trouble," Adam said, his voice steady. He had been in dangerous situations before. He knew how to handle himself.
"Then get on the ground," the man snarled.
"I'm sure we can work this out so nobody gets hurt," Adam continued.
"Get on the ground now!" The gunman bellowed, pointing his gun right in Adam's face. The woman behind Adam put her hand on his shoulder. Adam forgot that she was still standing behind him. He expected her to cowering on the ground like the other customers, but she wasn't. She was standing with him.
The woman began to stoop down, putting pressure on Adam's shoulder as she did so. Adam slowly sat down, the woman doing the same thing. Once they were on the ground, the gunman turned his attention to what was going on elsewhere in the bank.
Without a gun in his face, Adam took a moment to glance over his shoulder to look at the woman. He noticed she had her glove in her hand. She casually dropped it onto his lap as they sat on the floor. She met his eyes and then motioned for him to look at the glove. Adam picked it up and knew what she wanted him to see.
"You're a cop?" He whispered. The letters CPD were embroidered on her glove. She nodded. Adam suddenly felt much less alone. With another cop with him, he knew that they were going to make it out of their situation alive.
"Put the money in the bag!" One of the men shouted.
Adam concentrated back on what was going on around them. The men had herded all of the bank tellers into one corner of the room except for one man who they were ordering to empty the cash drawers. The two people who were ahead of Adam in line were lying on the floor with their hands over their heads. He could hear the woman crying.
"I think I can take out the tall one," Adam whispered. "Do you have your gun?"
"Do you think I'd be cowering on the floor if I had my gun? I'm off duty."
"Me too. But I know I can take him down."
"Too risky," the woman replied quietly. "We stay quiet."
"And let them go?"
"One of the tellers must have tripped the bank alarm. The police have to be on their way by now."
"We are the police."
"Trust me, we try something and we're not only risking our lives, we're risking everybody's life in this bank. Just sit tight. Even if the guys make it out of here, they won't get far."
"Hey!" The man closest to them yelled. "No talking!"
"You're taking too long!" The man holding the gun in the teller's face shouted at him.
Adam could tell the teller was beginning to lose it. If he didn't put the money in the bag faster, his life would most likely be over very soon.
"He's going to shoot him," Adam whispered.
The sound of approaching sirens filled the bank. The woman was right, the alarm had been tripped and the police were almost there.
"We gotta get out of here!" One of the men stated, obviously beginning to get nervous.
"It's too late," another one of the men said as a police car screeched to a halt in front of the bank. As one of the men turned his attention to the door, Adam saw his opportunity.
"I'm taking the tall one. Can you handle the short one near the counter?"
"And what about the third guy?"
"He won't shoot anyone. Look at him. He's too nervous. He's not a killer."
"This is a bad idea," she hissed.
"Can you do it?" He repeated.
She nodded and Adam believed her. She was petite, but somehow Adam knew she could handle herself. Adam immediately sprang to action. He raced across the bank, and barreled into the tall man in the middle of the bank. The man's gun fell to the ground. The man struggled against Adam, but Adam managed to stay on top of him.
Meanwhile, the female cop went for the man who had his gun in the face of the teller. She high-kicked the gun right out of his hand. It went skidding across the floor. As Adam continued to wrestle with the taller guy, she started fighting off the short one. She punched him hard in the face and he fell to the ground, unconscious. She glanced back at the remaining man with the gun. He had turned his attention from what was going on outside the bank to what was going on inside. He lifted his gun in Adam's direction. Adam was kneeling on top of the tall man. He didn't notice the gun that was aimed at him.
"No!" The woman shouted.
At the sound of her voice, Adam turned towards her. He saw her running forward, but he didn't know why. The sound of a gunshot rang out. With his knee in the tall man's back and his arm pulled behind him, Adam turned towards the sound of the shot. He saw the gunman staring at his gun as if he didn't know what he had done. It took Adam a moment to process the scene. He wasn't shot. He whipped his head around and saw the woman lying on the ground, a pool of blood beginning to form beside her. Adam felt his blood boil.
From where he crouched, still restraining one of the men, Adam could reach the man's fallen gun. He picked it up with the full intention of shooting the man who shot the woman. Just as he aimed the gun at the shooter, the front door burst open. A dozen members of the SWAT team rushed into the bank with their guns raised.
Not really thinking, Adam ran to where Kim fell. She was on her back, gasping for air. The pool of blood around her was growing.
"It's ok," he said. "You're ok."
Adam ripped open her coat. He could tell the blood was seeping from a gunshot wound in her stomach. Adam pulled off his coat, gathered it up in a ball and pressed it against her wound.
"Hands up!" One of the SWAT members barked, not knowing who Adam was.
"I'm a cop!" Adam shouted in response. "We have an officer down!"
Adam heard someone talking into a radio, asking for an ambulance. With his free hand, Adam brushed hair away from the woman's face. Her eyes were beginning to close.
"Hey, hey, hey. You gotta stay with me," Adam pleaded.
"Ok," she said in a whisper.
"You took a bullet for me."
"I told you your plan was a bad idea," she said with a slight smirk.
"You were right. You saved my life."
"That's what a good cop does."
She coughed, breathing becoming more difficult for her.
"I don't even know your name," Adam said, hoping to keep her talking. If she was talking, she was still alive.
"Kim," she said quietly.
"It's nice to meet you, Kim. I'm Adam."
As he introduced himself, two medics came into the bank. They both knelt down next to Kim.
"What have we got?" One of them asked.
"Gunshot wound to the stomach," Adam answered. "She's conscious and responsive, but she lost a lot of blood."
"We've got it from here," the medic told him.
As one of the medics replaced Adam's bloodied coat with a large piece of gauze, Adam stepped out of the way. He wanted the medics to be able to do their work even though he really didn't want to leave the beautiful stranger.
Adam took the moment to look around the bank. The three robbers were being taken away by members of the SWAT team. The bank tellers and two customers were being herded to a debriefing area outside. Things were finally under control.
Adam looked back down at Kim. Her eyes were closed. The medics were beginning to roll her onto a backboard. As they lifted her, Adam took her hand. He barely knew her, but he owed her his life. Kim half opened her eyes, looking at him. She gave him a small smile before her eyes shut once more.
"You gotta stay with me, remember?" He got no response. "Is she going to be alright?" He asked, walking with the medics as they carried her out of the bank to a waiting ambulance.
"Bullet didn't go through. It's lodged in her somewhere. We need to get her to the hospital as soon as possible."
They placed the backboard on a gurney and pushed her into the back of the ambulance, forcing Adam to let go of her hand.
"You coming with?" One of the medics asked.
Adam was about to say yes when he saw Hank Voight, his sergeant, walking towards him. He shook his head.
"What hospital are you taking her to?" Adam asked.
"Chicago Med."
Adam nodded. "Take care of her."
"We will."
As Voight approached him, the medic climbed into the back of the ambulance and closed the doors.
"You ok?" Voight asked.
"Yeah."
"Friend of yours?" Voight motioned to the ambulance.
"She saved my life," Adam answered.
"Civilian?"
"Cop," Adam corrected.
"Lucky she was in there with you."
"Yeah."
"You want to tell me what happened?"
Adam watched as the ambulance sped off and disappeared down the road. He wished he was back there with Kim holding her hand again. He not only felt like he owed her, but he wanted to be there for her. He made himself a promise that he would see her again.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading! I know people have been clamoring for some more Burzek stories. I decided to give a multi-chapter fic a try. I hope you liked it! Don't forget to leave a review!