Concussed Chapter 1
Author Note: This is the 2nd story in my Burgstead Universe. Slightly AU- includes Rojas.
Concussed
KIM POV
I had been having headaches for a while. I wasn't used to anybody knowing though as Jay slid two more tylenol across his desk to me as we filled out paperwork. Or at least I thought no one knew, but I should know better now. I think Jay knows me better than I know myself sometimes.
How long have we been sitting here doing paperwork? I thought, closing my eyes. My watch said it had only been one hour. Certainly not long enough to cause this much pain.
When was the last time I had coffee today? I wondered if I was experiencing a caffeine withdrawal. Then I remembered Rojas had brought me back Starbucks two hours ago. One grande iced vanilla latte with almond milk.
Was I getting enough sleep? No, but I could blame Jay for that. Our relationship had started when we were kidnapped and trapped and left for dead and progressed since then to the point where I stayed at his place most nights.
"Is it too bright in here?" I asked out loud. Jay looked at me strangely. "Kim, there's barely any lights on. Everyone's gone home." he explained patiently. "Oh." was all I could muster in defense. Sometimes I even confused myself.
I went to finish my paperwork, but it was gone. "I finished it for you." My partner said, noting the neat pile on his desk.
"Thank you. Sorry if I was distracted." I apologized, giving my favorite detective a kiss on the cheek. He immediately drew me into him for a long, reassuring warm hug.
"Let's go home, it's been a long day." Jay wrapped his arm around me and led me out to his truck. Mindful of my headache, he drove home without music on and holding my hand.
Our dinner arrived at the same time as the Bulls game was starting. I liked watching sports with Jay and Jay liked watching them with me because none of his other girlfriends did. It was a close game between the Bulls and Lakers and even though Jay didn't have the volume all the way up, I was nauseous with the lights, and the sound and movement on the screen.
"I'm going to shower and go to bed." I announced tiredly, and I could feel Jay's eyes on me, not just in his usual way of love, but also in concern.
JAY POV
It wasn't until the game ended that I realized the water for the shower wasn't running, I went to check on Kim thinking she may have fallen asleep instead. However, I found her holding one of my dress shirts in front of the mirror like she was getting ready for work.
"I thought you were going to shower." I asked nonchalantly leaning on the door frame.
"I am, I just can't find my pajamas." Kim replied slowly, looking a bit confused as to why she was holding a dress shirt in her hands.
"You can sleep in that if you want, because you look sexy in it, but you cannot wear it to work." I joke, trying to not make Kim feel self-conscious.
"How about I run you a bath instead?" I offer, moving closer to her. She smiles at me, an open, warm smile.
"Only if you come too." She requests with a smirk.
"God, I was hoping you would say yes, because it would be torture to be out here knowing you were in there all naked by yourself." I declared sensually. "I"ll find you some pajamas, you pick out some of the bath stuff you like."
I picked out her favorite pink pajamas that were soft like butter, grabbed some pajamas for me and went to meet Kim in the bathroom. She had picked out her Calm lavender bath bombs. I grabbed a few candles to limit the amount of light because of Kim's headache and well, bonus points for being romantic.
"This is a great way to end the day." Kim whispered to me, she was lounging back on my chest, her face relaxed for the first day in weeks, which made me more relaxed.
"Anything with you is the best way to end the day." I told her honestly, kissing her head and smelling her Vanilla and Papaya shampoo.
Kim was two hours into running plates on the computer when a wave of nausea hit. She closed her eyes and tried to will it away. That seemed to make it worse, she worried. She got up and decided to get some cold water, hoping it would help wake her up. She just felt so tired all the time.
She was two steps away from her desk when she hit her hip on a file cabinet. "Ouch", she mumbled under breath. Just another bruise to add to her collection. She was not the only one who noticed. She had been a bit off balance lately. The other day she missed a step going up to Intelligence and would have hit her beautiful face if I hadn't managed to grab her arm at the last minute. It did not go unnoticed by Sergeant Platt; not much did.
"Is Kim okay?" worried Hailey, asking about my girlfriend.
"Yeah, I think." I replied but I wasn't convinced. We would have continued the conversation but Kim came back with a bottle of water and a bottle of coke.
"Keep an eye on Kim please." I texted her best friend, wanting an extra set of eyes on her when I couldn't be watching.
"Absolutely." She replied back, watching the brunette sit back down at the computer and squinting at the screen.
We ordered food from our favorite deli, Capriotti's, 2 blocks away from the station. Usually Kim gets a cheesesteak sandwich, but she ordered a soup and salad that were mostly untouched still on her desk on top of many colored post-it notes scattered over her desk as a reminder of something she needed to do that day.
Some of the notes were simple, such as collect mail, call Nicole, or do laundry. Others were a little more cryptic like : Find lightbulb, car, files, birthday present. She was not usually so cluttered in her space nor was as forgetful as she has been.
KIm was searching through the third database looking for the plates used as the getaway car of the robbery a few weeks ago. Her ribs still remembered that case. The numbers started blurring together so Kim moved the screen closer to her face. Between the numbers, the lights, the conversations, and sounds it made her feel like throwing up.
She didn't want to throw up in her garbage can so she bolted down the hall to the women's bathroom. I didn't waste any time and followed her. Kim threw open the stall door and started throwing up. She had barely made it into the bathroom.
"Kim, hey babe." I tried to console her, holding her hair back with one hand and rubbing her back with the other. She relaxed knowing I was there no matter what.
Hailey knocked a few minutes later. "Everything ok?" she asked, concerned. I was about to answer but Kim interrupted by throwing up again.
"Boss said the two of you can go home." she continued. "Let me know if you need anything." "Thanks Hailey. Can you pack up Kim's stuff?" I asked quietly. She nodded and left the two of us alone.
Kim was resting on the couch later that night her feet on Jay's lap while he was reading a book when his phone rang. "Hey Sarge." he answered, wondering why his boss was calling after work.
"How's Kim?" he questioned, concerned. The two of them had been through hell recently and their sergeant was going to keep checking up on them. I lifted Kim's feet and walked into the kitchen so as not to disturb her.
"I don't know." he replied honestly. "She's been nauseous, dizzy, and having headaches a lot lately. I reported, concerned.
"Well if she's not feeling better tomorrow, tell her to stay home." Voight advised. "You too if needed." I reluctantly agreed, I really didn't want to leave her alone if she was too weak to take care of herself. I was surprised that he didn't bring up our relationship which shocked me, but I think deep down he probably was happy that we were alive that our relationship was less of a concern to him. If we could survive what we did in that van, that we could navigate working together and dating each other. I also think that Hank thinks it's serious. And he would be right.
"I'll try to stop her but no guarantees." I agreed, knowing it was true.
"That's why I told you to tell her and not me." laughed Hank.
"No doubt. Thanks Sarge." "Good night Jay."
Kim looked so peaceful and showed no signs of waking so I picked her up and carried her to my bed and carefully placed her on her side of the bed and pulled the comforter over her. Hopefully she would be able to sleep through the night.
Her side. Her side of the bed. Her sink in the bathroom. Her things hanging in the closet. I liked all of these things. I liked all of her things with all my things.