A/N: Thanks for all the encouragement! Really got motivated with this chapter and I promise there is much more to come. Want to give a quick shout out to fellow shipper on YouTube—HawkeyeGin13—who keeps the dream alive with her vids.

Kim refrained from reaching for Sean's hand while they sat at the pub table at Molly's after their shift.

Outside of the bullpen, they really had to watch themselves at the bar. Any casual touch could be misconstrued by any officer, fireman, or med staff and get back to the sarge in a hot minute.

They had been together nearly a month now and she badly wished they could go public without jeopardizing their jobs.

Sean was grinning at her like a fool when he suddenly sobered up and frowned. Kim turned to follow his stare as she watched Jay, Mouse, and Adam wander in.

She whipped her head back to Sean and gave him a tight smile.

"Let's just go," she said, grabbing her cell phone off the tabletop. He gave her a grim smile and nodded.

The past couple of weeks Adam had been trying to pick a fight every time he encountered Sean alone in the corridor or on the street. To date Sean had kept his cool, but with great difficulty.

As they walked by the Intelligence Unit, Sean gave them a nod as acknowledgement when Adam spoke.

"So I see you're finally hitting that," he commented with a flick of the hand toward Kim.

Sean tensed. Jay and Mouse incredulously stared at Adam, their mouths agape. Stunned at her former fiancé's remark, Kim froze in place.

"What did you just say?" Sean ominously asked in a low voice, turning to face Adam.

"You heard me," Adam replied, daring Sean to come at him.

"Ruzek," Jay warned, glancing between Sean and Adam, as Mouse put one foot on the floor, preparing to separate them.

"I know you didn't just disrespect a fellow officer, and a lady at that," Sean said through clinched teeth, his eyes narrowed.

Adam just cockily smiled as he leaned back in his chair.

Kim laid a hand on Sean's forearm in an effort to steer him away. He tenderly looked at her for a moment and saw her eyes pleading before he coldly looked back at Adam.

"You owe her an apology," he stated.

"I don't owe her anything," Adam retorted. "She's the one who broke it off and left me for your tail."

Kim let out a shocked gasp. Sean bit down hard on his tongue with every bit of restraint he had—for everything within him wanted to pummel Adam to point the man would never be able to move again.

"That's enough," Mouse quietly commanded as he motioned for Kim to get Sean out of there.

"What the hell, man?" Kim heard Jay say as she ushered Sean out of Molly's.

Erin gave Kim a questioning look as she passed them on her way in.

Sean didn't say a word on the drive back to his place.

"I'm really sorry," Kim whispered as he unlocked the front door and held it open for her.

"It's not your fault," he replied as he tossed his keys on the counter. "Ruzek has had it out for me since day one."

Kim wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek against his back.

"But you don't deserve that," she softly said.

Sean turned around and caught her chin to peer into her eyes.

"No, you're the one who doesn't deserve to be treated like that. He had no right to say that stuff about you," he said. Then with a smirk, he added, "You know I'd gladly kill him for you."

Kim gave him a sad smile.

"That's sweet of you to say," she said. "But I don't think you'd look good in orange."

He laughed and hugged her close.

They were sound asleep when Kim's phone rang. Kim was locked tight in Sean's embrace; she had one of Sean's arms as pillow and his other arm was wrapped around her, his face buried in her neck.

He grunted when she untangled herself and blindly searched for her jeans. The phone dinged to indicate a voice message by the time she located it. She squinted to see the time: 3:37 a.m.

She immediately wondered who in her family was hurt or dying. Clicking on the voice mailbox without looking at the caller, she was startled to hear Adam's voice.

"Kim, I'm really sorry about earlier. There was no excuse for me acting that way. I hope you can forgive me. I love you and I really miss you. I want us to get back together. I'll do anything you want, get married right away, if that's what you want. Please, baby."

Kim choked back a sob. She tossed the phone back on the floor with her jeans and crawled back into Sean's bed.

"Who called?" Sean groggily asked as she burrowed into his chest, hiding her tears.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, instantly becoming alert, as he felt wetness seep into his shirt.

"It was Adam," she said, her voice muffled. "He apologized and begged for me to take him back."

Sean sighed and soothingly rubbed her back. Ruzek really was a piece of work, playing with her emotions.

"What do you want?" he gently asked. "Do you want to take him back? I would understand if you did since you were engaged and all."

Kim leaned back and stared at him in disbelief.

"No, I don't want him back in my life! Are you kidding?" she adamantly replied, shaking her head. "He was in love with idea of being in love. He never thought about me or what I wanted."

Sean wiped away a tear with his thumb.

"Don't doubt that I want you to be happy—wherever and with whoever you want," he said. "Like you've told me before, I'm here for you, too."

Kim gave him a half smile.

"Can we put this behind us and just go back to sleep?" she asked.

Sean nodded and pulled her to him before tugging the covers over them.

Kim roused in the morning light to the sound of Sean taking a shower.

She laid there half awake as she heard him get out and turn on his electric razor to shave. When he finished, she watched him as he wandered into the bedroom without his towel, heading straight for his dresser.

He caught her staring as he donned a pair of briefs. She furiously blushed.

Sean raised an eyebrow before diving onto the bed, trapping her in the sheets underneath him. Kim giggled as he nuzzled her with his damp hair.

He lifted his head and then captured her lips with his. The kiss swiftly went from playful to heated. She tried to push the sheets down to bring his body closer to hers but he resisted.

"We'll be late to work," he said, planting a kiss on her forehead before reluctantly pulling away. "Wouldn't want Platt to be suspicious."

She huffed and threw back the covers, knowing he was right.

"Roman and Burgess, I need to talk to you," Platt gruffly said when they appeared in front of her, pointing to the conference room.

Platt joined them, wearing her poker face as usual. Both of them stood there, their hands on their belts, patiently waiting for whatever she had say.

"So when were you going to tell me?" Platt asked.

They glanced at each other with deer-in-the-headlights looks. Both frantically tried to recall who knew about them and might have spilled the beans to their boss of all people.

"Well, Sarge, we, uhh," Kim answered, desperately looking at Sean for help.

"We were going to tell you, but …" Sean helplessly added.

"But what? Why did I have to find out this way?" Platt asked, pulling a poster from behind her back.

Both nearly breathed a sigh in relief when she thrust the fundraising poster at Sean.

"I'll have you know I'm a dodgeball champion," Platt said. "I want in."

"No problem, Sarge. Be happy to have you on the team," Sean quickly said. The dodgeball tournament was several weeks off and the teams were still forming. All entry fees and admission would benefit the children's charity he supported.

"Sorry we didn't tell you before. We didn't know you played, Sarge," Kim interjected.

"That's okay, Burgess. I don't normally brag about it," Platt replied, flexing and popping her fingers.

Sean stifled an eye roll when Platt walked away.