Yes, I know...it was a one-shot...now it's two, maybe three.

"What the hell is this?" Kim screwed up her nose as she peered over Adam's shoulder at the pot he was currently lording it over. Instinctively she ran her hand over his back. "What the fuck have you done?"

"Cooking my breakfast."

"Baked beans and…." Kim spluttered. "…pasta."

"Don't knock it until you try it." Adam stirred the pot and then threw in a handful of chopped bacon.

"You are disgusting."

"I cannot do another bowl of oatmeal." Adam ignored her whining. He used his foot to playfully push her away and towards the coffee machine. He didn't have a lot of stuff but he had a coffee machine which he insisted on bringing with him. Kim loved it, after bitching that it was a waste of time and bench space she now was scouring the internet to buy her own. She hadn't found the colour she liked yet, like that mattered but they had spent a lot of time discussing it. It was amazing what you could fill your time with when you had a lot of it. "I will start to look like an oat."

Kim made them both a coffee while Adam continued trying to find other things in the fridge to add to his concoction. He reappeared with a slightly old looking green pepper and was willing to risk it. "We didn't have oats last night."

"No…no we didn't." Adam was not happy about last night's dinner either. They'd been caught short. Having done an online shop when they were getting low, Kim's fridge wasn't very big, they had been horrified to learn that because of the pandemic and panic buying that they had to wait four days for their delivery. They were a week into their isolation and it was fair to say there were peaks and troughs. Right now they were having a bit of a peak. They weren't likely to kill each other today.

Kim had called the grocery store to try and sort it out, she insisted that she do it because Adam was unable to control himself. He was pretty sure they were now on the banned shoppers list. Her rant had been epic, she tried every trick in the book, charm, flirting, cajoling, begging and finally threatened to call the Police. Adam mocked her, "it was your threat to hunt them down personally wasn't it?" Kim sulked for the next hour until she finally admitted that 'yes, I may have got a little too emotionally invested in that conversation'

"A little?" Adam chortled. "You told them that you would charge them with accessory to murder if you ended up killing me."

"Well it would be their fault?"

"We could, you know…" Adam winked. "Eat each other?" He was lucky she was clutching a cushion and not a book or picture frame because it came flying at him at a rate of knots. Then she laughed, a touch manically, but it was a laugh.

In panic they had called Kevin, who they were pretty sure was screening their calls by now. Unfortunately they were on some big case and working twenty hour days and he said he'd get to them sometime today. That didn't help them last night or this morning but they were ploughing through.

Tomorrow was a whole new day though and if the food situation didn't improve soon things could get nasty.

Kim had cooked dinner last night. Adam usually cooked dinner and Kim took care of breakfast and lunch. Despite his complete idiocy most of the time Adam was actually a good cook. He was someone who could throw ingredients together and make them taste half way decent. There were serious doubts that his baked bean, pasta and bacon combo was going to be one of his successes though.

Last night Adam had whined for three hours non-stop about the 'fucking lentil things' she cooked up. He refused to call them burgers. They weren't burgers. "You can't have burgers without meat."

"Of course you can. Mushroom burgers, you like those."

"I don't 'like' them." Adam amused her with his air quotes. "I tolerate them, and they are not burgers. They are mushrooms in a bun." He shook his head. "Not a burger." Picking up the tragedy on his plate he sniffed it disdainfully. "Like this is not a burger. It's foul, it's compost.."

"It's not compost. Just fucking eat it."

"I am going to fart like a trooper you do realise this don't you? You might need to crack a window."

For everything Kim loved about Adam, his penchant for farting was not one of them. If you got him and Atwater in a car together it could get toxic very quickly. "You are on your own tonight."

"Awww, Darlin' all you had to say was sleep in your own bed. You didn't need to sabotage my bowels."

"Please, please stop talking." Kim begged. "For five minutes, do not talk to me. I want to enjoy this."

Kim had disappeared into her room early when Adam's digestive system started processing the 'compost'.

She had no idea how he had convinced her that they were 'limiting the spread' by sharing a bed but it had been nice to have him close by, they certainly weren't doing much but Adam had come in to ask her to check if he had a fever and they ended up talking until they fell asleep. It was nice to wake up next to each other and now they just did it for the company.

During the day they would each spend some time alone in their own rooms just to have a break, it wasn't healthy to spend 24/7 with anyone.

"Do you want some of this?" Adam started dishing up his breakfast.

"No, thank you. I'll stick with my oats."

"If Atwater doesn't come through you won't be eating oats for much longer." Like everything else they were running low on oats, even Kim's emergency stash had been depleted. They had been desperate and spent a good few hours going through her pantry seeing what they could eat. Again, time wasting was becoming their thing.

There was some stuff that was well past it's used by date and they soon learnt that Adam was a lot more flexible with those things than Kim was. He was actually surprised that she let anything in her cupboard expire.

"Have you heard from him?"

"I called a little while ago." A little while ago was two hours ago, at about 6am. Atwater was usually up by this time to get to the gym but so Adam soon found out he'd got home and into bed just after 4am.

"What did he say?"

"You better be fucking dying Ruzek, I swear to god if you don't die of this virus I am going to kill you." Adam deadpanned Atwater's response, even nailing his mannerisms and drawl. "Yes that is verbatim, he followed up with a message in case I missed anything. I woke him up and he wasn't happy. You should call him."

"What? No, Atwater likes me."

"He likes me too."

Kim felt now was the time to remind him of her opinion of him, which often changed daily, if not hourly. "I don't like you after last night."

Adam wasn't taking the blame for that. It was not an unexpected consequence and Kim knew it. He gave her fair warning. If she wanted to 'reduce' her meat intake he was all for it, he just wasn't interested in joining her. "I warned you about the compost. Did I not warn you?"

"Yes, you did and now you are following it up with Baked Beans?" Kim was suddenly concerned. "Could this not be considered risky?"

"Well yes, but it's this or fucking oats and I've started dreaming about being suffocated by oats. I don't know how you can eat it every day of the week?"

Kim bought him a cup of coffee over to the table as she waited for her oats to cook. "I don't eat it every day. Two days ago we had bacon." Adam handed her a forkful of his breakfast and urged her to try it.

He continued hoeing in while he watched Kim contemplate what she'd just eaten. He lifted one eyebrow quizzically. "Adam, we really need Kev to deliver some food. That's disgusting."

"It is isn't it?" He had to agree.

"Then why are you eating it."

Adam shoved another mouthful in. "Because I am hungry and bored and there is nothing else to eat." He held up his hand when Kim went to speak. "Don't start with the fucking oats."