Adam's laugh died on his lips when he saw how pissed Kim was. She glared at Voight and luckily he looked more bemused than annoyed.

"Boss, come on. We can stay separately and still work together." Kim begged desperately and if Adam wasn't so amused by her hysterical reaction he might've been a little offended.

"Not according to State Laws you can't." Voight shook his head. "You did fine the last two weeks didn't you?" He shrugged. "Should be easy."

"Who are you shacked up with?" Adam asked cheekily.

"Me and my sparkling wit and personality." He grinned, levering himself off the desk. "Now, get back to work." He pointed to the case files on their desks. "We've been covering your asses for long enough."

"So…" Adam leaned back and winked at Kim. "Your place or mine?"

"Shut up Adam, don't talk to me." She snapped. "For the rest of the day, don't talk to me. Please."

He bit his tongue and bided his time, she needed to calm down and start thinking rationally again. It made sense, in this weird twisted world that they lived in at the moment. Nothing was as it once was and probably never would be again.

"Look on the bright side." Adam smiled when Kim opened the door to her apartment. "At least we can go out for a walk and run this time."

"Get inside."

"Did you miss me?" He leant in close as he passed her with his bags. "You did, didn't you?"

Kim tilted her head and tried to stop herself smiling but Adam caught it and he didn't say a word. "Which room should I put these?" He held up his bags.

She just pointed to the spare room, the room she had spent most of last night cleaning from top to bottom.

"So…" Adam threw his bags in his room and Kim handed him a beer that she had already opened. "…not what we were expecting."

"Nope." She sighed. "It was nice to be back at work though right?"

"It was. Strange though not seeing everyone." Adam sat down on the couch and patted the spot beside him for Kim to join him. They both put their feet up and took one look at each other and started laughing. "This world is so fucked right now."

"Could be worse."

"Do tell?"

"You could be with Voight."

"Right. You are right." It would be amusing for about three days he'd reckon and then it would get weird. He was far better off with his own sparkling wit and personality. Adam rolled his head to the side so he could watch her face. "If you had to choose who'd you pick?"

"To work with?"

"This…" Adam waved his hand around. "All of this."

"Halstead." Kim answered instantly.

"Really? Do tell?" Adam wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "What about Kev? Do you have a little crush on Jay?"

Kim slapped his leg. "No, god no. He's just housetrained. I reckon he'd be a neat freak and quiet and can probably cook pretty well, he seems to be a bit of a foodie and I bet he doesn't sleep naked when he's drunk." She loved Atwater like a brother but he was just as much of a wind-up toy that Adam was. She'd probably smother him. "He seems like he'd be the easiest. Calm, quiet, not ridiculous."

"Everything I am not right?"

"Yep." Kim laughed and Adam forced himself to smile as he took a drink.

"I'd still pick you." Adam added quietly.

Kim rested her head on his shoulder. "Come to think of it, it would be kinda boring. I think we've got this isolation thing down pat."

He just muttered something unintelligible and drank his beer quietly.

"Can you imagine Halstead and Atwater together?" Adam chuckled. He had decided to change the subject after he felt like the silence was starting to get awkward. "It's going to be carnage."

"Have you ever stayed with Kev?"

"Yeah." Adam stretched his arm along the back of the couch and Kim tucked her feet up under herself and settled in to the crook of his arm. "When I got back from the Undercover gig a few years back I needed a place to crash while I sorted out my lease. Un-fucking-believable."

"Chaos?"

"Only because he runs it like a friggin' military operation. He's the single most anal retentive person I have ever met. You know he drops his bundle if the loo roll is put on wrong? Sheets must roll over, not under." He imitated Kevin. 'Bro, I love ya Bro, but seriously you are doing the whole roll wrong.'

"No." Kim was shocked. "Really?"

"I shit you not and back then he had the kids and everything, and I mean everything right down to toothbrushes was color coded. And he irons fucking everything, even his underwear. You know how he's late some days, probably because he's at home ironing his nutbag holders. I somehow don't think he will have loosened up since they've been gone, if anything I would bet a C note that he's got worse. I think Halstead is in for a world of pain."

"Nutbag holders?" She actually looked up at him and he had the devilish twinkle in his eye that she loved.

"Got a better word for them. Technically they do hold our nutbags."

"So crude….so you." Kim giggled. "Should we Zoom them?" She wanted to see this.

"Give them a couple of days, the first few days you try and fit in, lay low and ride it out. I reckon by Wednesday it's going to fucking go off."

Kim finished off her beer and offered to get another one which Adam declined. "Nah, I'm going to hit the sack. I'm surprised at how tired I am, being back at work today was more exhausting than I thought it would be." He stopped and touched her lightly on the cheek and Kim waited. He looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself and that was frustrating.

She let him go and watched him disappear into his room. Kim tossed and turned for a good hour before she got up and crept into his room. Adam didn't say anything he just lifted to corner of his duvet and let her crawl in. This thing they had going on was impossible to stop, they just didn't know how to talk about it, to move past it and work out where to next. They had pretty much agreed that once they were out of quarantine they would work on it so being shoved back in less than a day later had thrown them both for a loop and neither were handling it well.

Adam was up early and out for a run before Kim's even woke. He had never felt so happy to be out running in his whole life. It was not something he loved doing, well not until today anyway. Although ten minutes in and he realised that two weeks of sitting on his ass had done him no favours whatsoever. It fucking hurt, everything hurt. His lungs felt like bricks and he felt like he was running like an old man, his feet barely leaving the ground.

He was still gasping for air when he got back home. "Are you okay?" Kim asked, a little alarmed at his gasping breath and bright red face.

"No." he stood with his hands on his knees trying to breathe deeply and get some air back in his lungs. "I am fucking dying."

"Again? You were dying two days ago as well."

"Two weeks of no exercise is not good Kimberly, not good at all." Gradually he got air back in his lungs and accepted the glass of water Kim had poured for him.

"Ummm…about last night." Adam looked at her expectantly waiting for Kim to continue only for her phone to ring. "Sorry, it's Voight." She held up her phone. As soon as she started speaking to him she indicated that Adam needed to get in the shower, they had to go, they had a case.

Adam had no idea if it was about her late night visit or earlier why he was pissed because she admitted that he would be the last person she would chose to be stuck in quarantine with. He had no one to blame but himself, he went fishing for a compliment and got a slap in the face for his trouble.

It was a bit of a thrill though, getting out and heading to a real case. It felt like it had been forever since they had actually been in the field. "Well this is exciting." Kim was rubbing her hands together as they pulled up to a taped off scene. "Is it wrong to be this excited?"

"You look like a kid a Christmas." Adam laughed as Kim handed him his vest. "It's cute."

"Hurry up." She didn't wait for him but sadly by the time they got on scene, made their way through the Police barricade and found Voight it was too late. The mystery had already been solved. A dead woman's body had been discovered and it didn't take long to pinpoint that the husband was the perpetrator when they found his dead body in his garage with a suicide note and gun on the seat beside him.

"Could they have not been so bloody efficient." Adam grumbled tossing his vest in the back of the car in disgust. "One bloody case, that's all I asked for, one bloody case."

"You want someone to die to keep you from getting bored."

"Well no, but yes."

"Maybe if we didn't have to wait for you to shower and do your hair we may have had some luck." Adam hadn't bothered with his hair for two weeks, he either didn't brush it or wore a hat. Now that he was back in the real world he was back to preening himself in front of the mirror.

"Get in the car Kimberley." He jammed the car into drive and gave zero fucks who he cut off pulling out into traffic.

Adam was like a bear with a sore head all afternoon. Every time his phone beeped he grabbed at it hoping that they'd get called out again but it was silent. The lack of people on the streets also meant a lack of serious crime, unless, as Voight had offered them if they wanted to pull on the blues and go out on patrol. Kim wouldn't have minded but Adam shut it down instantly. He wasn't dealing with idiots who didn't understand that quarantine and stay at home orders meant stay inside, at home and not just have a party at your friends place or meet all your friends at the park for a picnic and a game of half court basketball.

By the time he cooked dinner he was sulking. He insisted it was because he was hoping for some more action and just felt deflated. "What kind of action were you after?" Kim asked him suggestively.

"A good gangbanger showdown, some great mystery that only we could solve. Something Kim, I need something. I'm a cop, not a whatever the fuck I am now." He waved his free hand around wildly. "A cook, that's all I am, a fucking cook. I hate fucking cooking, I am over fucking cooking. I want to eat out, I want…..something."

"You were out today, we picked up lunch from your favourite lunch spot."

"Yes, yes and here I am cooking you dinner again. Don't you want to go to Molly's or any bar really and grab a couple of beers?"

"I do and when we are allowed to do that again I want to do it with you." She grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. "We can do this."

Adam pulled his hand away. "Yeah, sorry."

"Adam, it's okay. I know this isn't fun. I know you don't want to be here…"

He handed her a plate of food. "Yes I do."

Kim was still constantly surprised by his cooking skills and she was also bewildered out of all the things he bragged about his cooking wasn't one of them. "So when you lived with Kev did you whip up stuff like this? Kim took another mouthful of his chicken bake. It didn't have a lot of ingredients but it was surprisingly delicious.

Adam snorted. "Control freak remember?"

"So he didn't let you cook, did you tell him you can cook like this?" She held up a forkful off her dinner.

"Didn't get the chance. Atwater is a machine, a finely tuned love machine and he needs a very specific diet….a diet no ordinary man can possibly consume." Adam was overly dramatic. "So, no Kim I did not cook for Atwater and I can tell you Halstead will be eating all sorts of weird shit. Fermented fucking cabbage, pickled shit and smoothies, green fucking smoothies that not only taste like shit they smell like the bottom of a garbarge can. And eggs never seen a guy eat so many eggs, if he could lay 'em he himself he would."

"Kev doesn't have a girlfriend does he?"

"Not that I know of, nothing specific. He's apparently relationship fluid, not tied to any one particular lady so being holed up with Halstead is going to cramp his style."

"He's in isolation anyway."

"Kimberley, Kimberly…" He shook his head sadly. "So sweet and innocent."

"What does that mean?"

Adam waved his hand at Kim. "You've met Mrs Palmer and her five daughters. It's all you need, that and an internet connection and you are set."

Adam laughed manically when he saw it dawn on Kim what he was talking about. "What? No…..Stop."

"Speaking of Atwater." He held up his phone as it rang. "Kev, man how you goin'?" he just started laughing and put it on speaker so Kim could hear it.

"Dude…." Atwater was whispering. "He's insane. He's a slob, like I thought you were a slob, this guy leaves you for dust."

"I've always thought I was under appreciated."

"I'm going to kill him."

"What's he doing?"

"The bathroom, dude it's a fucking crime scene. Shit everywhere."

Adam struggled to control his laughing, because that would just rile Kev up even more and he looked at Kim who was giggling behind her hand. "Hey Kev, do you have enough toilet paper." He had to ask. "That stuff is hard to come by."

Atwater's rant was epic. Halstead had no regard for any of the rules apparently. He didn't change the empty roll, he just opened the new roll and left it on the floor, like there was no bigger sin in the world. "On the fucking floor. It's disgusting and lazy. He's a pig."

"Calm down." They were enjoying this, the boot being on the other foot. Both Atwater and Halstead had mocked them mercilessly while they were locked up. They had called them childish and ridiculous and had even gone as far as screening their calls so they were going to get no sympathy from them and they were going to enjoy every single second of this.

"It's okay for you, you get Burgess. The love of your life and I get…me I get soldier boy." Adam's eyes shot to Kim's face and she just smiled at him. Trust Atwater to drop him in it but it was nothing they hadn't heard before. Atwater often got drunk and told them what he thought about what they were doing or not doing as the case may be. Even two nights ago, when Kim had left the three of them drinking together over Zoom, Atwater had grilled him about what he was waiting for.

The answer was always the same, he was waiting for Kim.

"So that answers that question." Adam eventually just hung up on Atwater. He did not have a shred of guilt. Kevin had hung up on him more times than he could count over the past few weeks. "Still want to shack up with Jay?"

"No thank you. I've just spent the past two weeks breaking you in." She jumped up and patted both his cheeks. "I think I'll keep you." Kim quickly planted a kiss on his lips. "You are more my type anyway."