Kim grabbed her coat, "Hey Adam..." she waited until he looked at her, "You should probably pee before we leave. I know what you're like in the car."

"Excuse me?" Adam wore a look of befuddlement.

Kim grabbed his coat from the edge of his desk, "Road trip time. We need to check out the last property on your list."

"I get to go?" Adam jumped up from his seat, "Who said?"

"I did." Voight answered, "It's probably nothing, but it beats the desk, huh?"

"Indeed it does." Adam nearly whooped for joy, "Thanks Boss."

"Don't thank me yet. It's sure to be a waste of time." Voight shrugged his shoulders, "Try not to drive Burgess crazy and stay warm. It's freezing."

"Thank you." Adam repeated himself, "I appreciate it. I'm going nuts sitting at a desk."

"We know. You've made that abundantly clear." Hank motioned for them to go downstairs, "Grab one of the SUVs from Platt. Let Burgess drive."

Adam knew he was being tossed crumbs, that the chance they'd find anything incriminating was slim to none but he didn't give a rats ass, he was happy to be doing something more substantial than paperwork.

Kim stopped at the front desk to sign out a vehicle for the trip, "I meant what I said upstairs, you need to use the bathroom before we leave." The hint of a smile graced her features, "and hit up the vending machine while you're at it. We need some snacks."

"On it."

Platt watched the scene unfold, "He's being let out?"

Kim glanced over her shoulder to watch Adam walk away, "He is. We are headed to check out a property, it's a few hours away. Voight's hoping I can get Adam to talk."

"Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I'd miss the sound his voice or his obnoxiousness but I do..." she pointed her finger in Kim's direction "...and don't you dare tell him I said that." She wagged her finger at Kim, "He needs to talk to someone, prison changes people. It's changed Adam. If anyone can get him to open up..." she leaned on her elbows, "it's you."

"I'm not so sure."

"I am." Platt turned and pulled a pair of keys from the cabinet, "Your ride. It's parked in the back lot." She slid the clipboard towards Kim, "Sign here.." she handed her a pen. "Be kind to it, it's one of our newer vehicles."

Kim chewed on her bottom lip ignoring Platt's comment, "Voight basically said the same thing. He also thinks I can get through to Adam."

"Well, there you have it. Trust us, Kim." Platt tapped her index finger against her temple, "We are pretty smart. Listen to us."

Adam returned with an armful of junk food and drinks, "I hit up the machine we are good to go." He couldn't deny the fact that he was feeling a bit giddy at the mere thought of police work.

He had done the legwork on all of the properties and he knew this one was at the bottom of list when it came to suspected stash houses. He was also aware of the fact the Voight wasn't going to let him do much beyond checking out the house, and on the off chance it was an indeed a stash house he'd be benched in a heartbeat.

"Take it easy out there. The weather is calling for some snow." Platt stood with her hands on her hips, "Burgess don't wreck the vehicle, I remember what you did to the patrol car a few years ago."

Kim rolled her eyes, "Let it go, Sarge. Let it go." She turned to Adam, "Ready?"

They'd been on the road for well over an hour and as expected the weather had deteriorated and the sun had disappeared and was replaced by grey skies and building clouds, Snow was definitely on the way, and Kim pushed her foot down a bit harder on the accelerator.

"Looks like snow." Kim pointed out, she stole a quick glance at Adam, "What're you reading?"

Adam held it up, "Blueprints. The house is old as fuck. It's off the beaten path, I can't see it being a viable option. It's in the middle of fucking nowhere"

"Which is exactly why it just may be a stash house." Kim pointed out to him, "What's the GPS say?"

Adam sat up in his seat ran his finger across the screen to pull up the map, "Still headed in the right direction, a couple of hours left."

"Ugh..."

"I hear you." Adam tilted his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes, "I could fall asleep. Something about riding in a car always puts me to sleep." He wasn't so sure it would be quite as easy now, sleep never came easily to him.

If it came at all.

"Yes. I know." Kim chuckled, "It never failed, you'd be asleep within minutes. Like a little kid." She grew wistful, "We had some really good times together, didn't we?"

Adam turned to look at her, "We did."

An awkward silence fell over them.

In the years since their failed engagement they never once discussed it, that in itself told them all they needed to know. Their relationship ended because of a lack of communication and a fair bit of immaturity on both their parts, but loving each other was never the issue.

Kim chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she drove, an overwhelming feeling of dread settled in her gut. She knew the reason for the road trip had very little to do with the case, it was just a way to get her and Adam together so they could talk. As much as she didn't want to have what was sure to be a difficult conversation she couldn't put it off any longer.

"Adam?"

"Yeah?" He was reading the case notes for the umpteenth time.

"How are you?"

"Huh?" He was a bit perplexed at her question, "Okay, I'll be better once we get to the house and I can stretch my legs."

Kim shook her head, "Not that. I mean how are you..." she stammered a bit, "...with everything." Fuck she found herself tongue tied, "Since..." she glanced at him, "...you know.."

Adam sighed, "I'm fine Kim." He closed the file in his hand and slid it back in the briefcase at his feet, "I really wish everyone would stop asking, I went to prison and I left prison. That's all, and now it's over and done with."

"How'd you get that..." she point to the still angry looking scar just beneath his eye.

"I got popped. Police officers aren't real popular behind bars." He reclined his seat and closed his eyes.

Kim knew that was his way of letting her know he was done talking.