Bob Ruzek was sitting in the foyer jiggling his leg nervously. Platt pointed him out to Burgess as she signed out for the day. A ripple of panic flooded through her firstly for Adam but then she realised that no one was going to race in and tell her anything about his condition. They hadn't told her anything yet so why start now? The sum knowledge of how he was doing came from actually seeing him, so she figured she was about to get another whack. Kevin's home truths and admissions yesterday had been more than enough so the thought of another round of brutal honesty wasn't exactly enticing.

"Mr Ruzek." She approached him, fearing the worst. "Is Adam okay?"

He did not even bother with the pleasantries. "This goes against my better judgement. I don't know what you are doing, or why you are doing it but I know you have been in to see Adam. I know you are the one he talks about being in his room at night."

Kim nodded and bit her lip nervously while she waited for him to tell her that it had to stop.

"He's anxious and he's not coping and it is stressing him out. No one can calm him down, he's not sleeping well and that is hindering his progress. They tell me the only nights he was settled was when you were there."

"Bob. I just want to know…." Adam's father held up his hand to stop her.

"For some strange reason he wants you there while he sleeps. Do you think you can at least do that for him?" Bob's eyes were icy cold. "It's the very least you could do after everything you've done."

"Of course. Anything. I'll do anything." Kim took a step closer but Bob made it clear that he was not enjoying this one bit and did not want her sympathy or concern.

"Let's just get this straight, all I want is my son to get better if you can help with that both his mother and I would appreciate it. I really don't want to see you though." He nodded his head curtly. "I leave about ten."

He was asleep when Kim arrived and the nerves were a little more evident tonight. She was surprised to now see a recliner chair in his room with a blanket folded neatly on the seat and a pillow and she wasn't sure whom she had to thank for that but it was appreciated, if she was going to spend hours sleeping here just so that Adam could rest and recover the slight concession of a comfortable chair was like heaven. Those other nights she had just snuck in and out and nobody said anything and she didn't acknowledge anyone and the armchair in the corner wasn't exactly welcoming but it was better than not seeing him. She had no idea if Adam even knew she was there because she had never seen his eyes open but he obviously knew she was there and that had floored her but not as much as learning that she was helping him.

When she started coming in it was more about satisfying her need to see him and make sure he was alive and kicking, she never thought it would turn into this.

Bob had been surprised when the nurses told him about Adam's nightly distress and their concern was it was seriously delaying his recovery. "He had a visitor for a couple of nights and he was really settled. She hasn't been here the past two nights and he's not so good."

"She? His mother?"

"No, young woman, dark hair." He knew exactly whom they were talking about.

"Kim?"

The nurse nodded. "She doesn't talk to anyone. We know she shouldn't be in there but he seems to like it. Every time he's woken lately he asks for her. Who is she?"

"Just the woman who broke his heart."

She stood at the side of his bed; he still looked terrible. Worse than she remembered and it took her breath away. His face was unrecognisable, that beautiful face. A week without shaving had bought his beard on strong and it mingled with his swollen cheek, cracked lips cuts and bruises. The only place that didn't look like it hurt was his forehead so she kissed it softly. "You can sleep now." She whispered before curling up in the recliner, and it was heaven compared to what she'd been sleeping in.

When Adam opened his eyes he saw her watching him. They didn't speak and he closed his eyes again and let sleep take him, peacefully this time. She was gone by the time he woke.

Adam finally was calm enough to talk to Voight. Bob didn't leave the room; he refused to leave Voight alone with him because he wanted to know exactly what was said. He was having a hard time trusting Voight. His struggle came from the fact, while he knew the Intelligence Unit would do anything to help Adam he just wanted to make sure that he knew every detail so he could follow up. He had to trust Voight to do his job he just didn't like trusting him.

"Who's Laura?" Hank's hands were shoved in his pockets as he stood beside Adam's bed.

"Some chick I was seeing." Adam tried to think straight. "I'd been seeing her for about two months. Laura Jackson, that's what she told me anyway. She was trouble but…." He sighed. "..I didn't really care."

"Trouble?"

"I guess her husband found out. I didn't know she was married at first, and then she said they'd broken up because he was a psycho." He still was a bit fuzzy on that and he was a little disjointed in his recollections. "Next thing I know I was jumped just outside my place." He'd been a local bar and had probably had a couple too many but he wasn't completely drunk, he did remember that but it was obviously just enough to dull his senses and he did see the two guys walking but had no idea they were following him. "It's a bit hazy after that. I remember the beatings, the stabbing. Man that hurts like fuck."

'Do you know their names? Who they were? Had you seen them before?"

He furrowed his brow as he tried to remember. "Jake, one of them was Jake. I don't remember the other one. He had dark hair, that's all I know. Never seen them before, I just heard them talking."

"What they say? Do you know where they were taking you? Anything?"

"I think I heard them talking, what to do with me. I think it wasn't planned, they argued a lot." He lifted his hand slowly and scratched at this face. "I…..there was something about a cop….me being a cop I think. I don't know."

"You got a name for the husband?"

He closed his eyes for a few seconds and Voight didn't push him, he just waited. "They called him D. Sorry Boss."

"What about the girlfriend? Did you get a name from her?"

"No, I don't remember." Adam started to get agitated and frustrated.

Voight rested his hand on his forehead, rubbing his thumb back and forth. "Adam, don't worry. We'll get there. Just rest up okay and let us know if you remember anything else. Any tiny detail at all, okay?" Bob watched them, he watched his son relax and as much as he hated Voight or wanted too, his son trusted him and respected him. He'd found a good team, and all you could ask for on this job was to have a team that had your back.

"I wish I could remember." Adam started to clench and unclench his fist. He couldn't get this out of his head; every time he closed his eyes the pain and images came back. The feeling of the knife slicing into him and he was trying to hold onto the slivers of thoughts that came and went. He knew that one tiny little thing could help them with this case but he couldn't find that piece in his scrambled head. "I need to sleep." He turned his head away, indicating he was done talking right now. Even the smallest amount of effort exhausted him and he hated feeling like this, he hated feeling useless.

Bob followed Voight out. "Is that enough? Can you work with any of that?"

"I'm gonna try. We've got these guys names, Jake Beckwith and Derek Holmes." Voight asked if those names meant anything to him but he'd never heard of them before. They had even gone through any of Bob's arrests that may leave someone with a grudge. While that had pissed Bob off at the time when he thought about it rationally he would have done exactly the same thing. Voight promised to leave no stone unturned and that was precisely what they are doing.

"How can you not know who hired them?"

Voight rested his hand on Bob's shoulder. "Bob, trust me. I want this piece of shit to pay as much as you do and we are busting our butts 24 hours a day. These two clowns were amateurs, hired help I want the husband and this woman, whoever they are in my cage. You sure he's never talked about this Laura woman?"

"Never. He didn't really tell me much about his love life. Since Burgess dumped him he's been pretty cagey." He shrugged off Voight's hand. "You know she sits with him at night?"

"Burgess?"

"Yeah. He kept telling me that she was here and I didn't believe him. Then it stopped and the Nurses were worried because he started getting anxious and unsettled at night, complaining of suffocating and pulling out his drains and IV's. They asked about the woman who sat with him at night and we figured out it was Burgess. She'd been on night duty. Last night she came back, I asked her too and he slept all night. What the fuck is going on with them?"

"I don't know."

Everyone knew that Burgess sat with him, for four nights she would turn up and sleep in the chair next to his bed. Nobody talked about it though and not even Adam and Kim discussed it. Adam had not said one word to her, she would kiss him softly when she arrived and whisper something, letting him know she was there and again when she left but he never said a word.

Erin found her lying on the bench in the locker room one morning. "Tough night?" she threw her bag in her locker as Kim sat up and Erin took a seat next to her. "How you holding up?"

"Sleeping in a chair is not good for my health." She grimaced and rubbed her neck.

"You know, when we found him he was in pretty bad shape. He was barely alive." Erin shook her head tyring to displace the images of his battered body lying on that grotty bed. Stepping into that room and seeing Adam in the state he was had been a hard thing to shake. Adam was a larger than life personality and it had been hard to see his light dimmed lately but that vision of him bleeding out on the bed, stewing in his own bodily fluids had been absolute rock bottom. "He only ever said one word. He said your name."

"I did this to him." Kim let out a strangled sob. "This is my fault."

"It's not." When Erin tried to reach of for her Kim pushed her away. She didn't need anyone's sympathy now, the thought of someone tyring to comfort her made her skin crawl. The only person she wanted was Adam and that was never going to happen again. They were so far away from each other. How two people, who once shared this deep love could be in the same room together yet be so far apart was hard to fathom?

"Yes it is. If I'd been honest with him, if I'd talked to him we could have worked it out. I know we could have but I didn't. He was right, I was a coward."

"Kim."

"You know what Erin, I don't need your advice right now. You encouraged me to forget about him, you made it seem like Adam didn't care so why should I. You told me to move on like he was just some insignificant fling."

"I thought that was what you wanted."

Kim continued without really listening to Erin. "I guess I was stupid. You'd never been my friend before so why would you suddenly care about me?" She stood up and wiped her face with her hands. "I get the feeling that perhaps you just told me that to shut me up."

"Hey, I know you are angry and upset and scared."

"You've got no idea." Kim jumped up angrily when Erin made a move to reach out for her. A week ago nobody gave her the time of day and now everyone was falling over themselves to offer her advice and comfort just because she was now involved in Adam's recovery. Well, they could all just fuck off.