Well, I think we all have a certain fantasy for Valentine's Day - and for Hank Voight, it's been a while since he's been able to make that fantasy come true. But now there's Kim in his life. And she hopes to spend many Valentine's Days with Hank.

Happy Valentine's Day!

The first Valentine's Day of many

To Hank Voight it seemed as if the calendar on his desk was literally mocking him today.

Today was February 13th and tomorrow was Valentine's Day. Yet he didn't have the slightest idea what to do. Just what he was supposed to do for Kim. Tomorrow. Valentine's Day.

Valentine's Day had lost its significance for him after Camille's death. In fact, after her death, Valentine's Day had no longer been on his agenda. For him, it had become a day that reminded him of what he no longer had. Love. A woman he loved. At least until Kim came into his life.

Well, he was finally happy again, with Kim. Really happy for the first time since Camille's death.

And because of that, he wanted this Valentine's Day to be very special. After all, this was their very first Valentine's Day together. Now, what was he supposed to do? In the past, with Camille, he had known what to do. I mean, his wife, who had passed away, had been happy to receive flowers, mostly roses. On top of that, he'd taken her out to dinner.

Now, though, would Kim be happy about flowers? Roses? Or would she rather have chocolate? Would she like him to take her out to dinner, or would she prefer him to cook for her at home? In his mind, Voight tried to imagine it, Valentine's Day with Kim. Trying to imagine taking her out to dinner at a fancy restaurant. He in a suit, Kim in a dress. Well, maybe the red dress that had been hanging in his closet for a few days. Right next to his suits. Yet in his mind, the image was always hazy. He simply could not imagine it.

Then again, maybe something like that wasn't right for Kim and him.

Voight couldn't help but think of their evenings together at the diner.

Sometimes when they left the precinct, they would stop at the diner a few blocks away. It had kind of become THEIR diner. Often they would sit there together for hours, drinking milkshakes and eating burgers, even sometimes sharing a piece of pie and talking. To Voight, it always seemed as if in those moments, time just stopped. He felt as if it was just Kim and him. Just the two of them.

Which was exactly the kind of moment he wanted for Valentine's Day. He wanted a moment where it was just Kim and him. Oh, he wanted a special moment. You know, the perfect moment for Kim. Oh, but what was the perfect moment that Kim would want? After all, it wasn't like he could just ask her. I mean, how would that look to her? Her boyfriend didn't know what she wanted for Valentine's Day! No, that wasn't going to work. No, that was impossible.

By evening, he still didn't know how he was going to spend tomorrow with Kim. Anyway, he could not book a table in a restaurant for tomorrow. It was too late for that. However, he would be able to make dinner for the two of them tomorrow. Plus, he had a good red wine at home.

Thoughtfully, he went into the bullpen.

Kim was the only one left from his team. She was still sitting at her desk, engrossed in a file. Slowly, Voight walked over to her.

"Hey you," he said softly as he stood right behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently massaged them.

Kim turned her head and looked up at him. A smile appeared on her lips.

"Hey yourself."

" So what do you say if we head home now too? You know, I could really go for some burgers and a milkshake," he told her.

"And blueberry pie?"

"And blueberry pie, too," he replied with a smile. Kim loved blueberry pie. Sometimes they shared a piece of blueberry pie at the diner.

The pair drove together, to the small diner, where Voight ordered them the burgers and two chocolate milkshakes.

" I was wondering, what do you think about us going away together for a couple of days, maybe?" he suggested during the meal.

" A trip somewhere together?"

Questioningly, Kim looked at him. He had never given any hint that he wanted to go on a trip with her. For him to have such plans. Then again, it was technically the next step in their relationship. Making it public. Taking time off together. Okay, but only when they were both ready for all of that. And Kim had always thought he wasn't ready yet. Not really.

" Look, I know it was a stupid idea," he said quickly. Apparently, things were moving too fast for Kim after all. Then again, actually, Voight hadn't gotten that impression so far. She had made it very clear to him several times that she liked how things were between them, and that sometimes she even wanted more. You know, more of what he was actually trying to be to her.

"No, not at all. Going away sounds great. Really."

Voight smiled at her.

This was what he'd hoped to hear. Since last year, he'd had the idea of going away with Kim. At Christmas, when he'd been in New York for a few hours, he'd imagined it. Going away with Kim for a few days. He had even briefly considered taking her to New York. To see Erin. You know, the first step in making their love public.

"Well, let's do that, then."

"Can we go to the beach? Sand, waves, the two of us, and my new bikini."

"If that's what you want. Or we'll rent a cabin by the lake. Just you, me and a big bed," he said.

Kim tried to imagine it. Hank and her. Some cabin by the lake. In a bed. Just the two of them. A smile crept onto her lips at the idea. Oh, yes, that would be nice. Well, all of it would be nice, as long as she would do it with him. Well, Kim was happy with him.

Voight put his hand on hers. He caressed her hand gently. Now this moment here with Kim was what he had been missing in his life for so long. To be happy again at last. With a woman.

At that moment, he felt something change. Suddenly it felt different. Well, it had already felt a little different in the last couple of weeks. The thing between the two of them. Since Christmas. Since Erin had brought it up to him. Namely, that you spent certain moments with the ones you loved. And he loved Kim. Loved her like he hadn't loved a woman in a long time.

"How about blueberry pie now?" he asked suddenly, when he felt the thought of being happy with Kim threatening to overwhelm him. Sometimes he just still felt guilty. Guilty that he was happy again after Camille's death.

"A slice and two forks?"

"Yes."

They both enjoyed the moment and when the pie arrived they shared the slice as they did every time. A little tradition between the two of them.

" There' s something on your lip," she said suddenly, pointing to the corner of his mouth. There was a bit of blueberry juice there.

Voight tried to swipe it away, but failed.

"No, a little further to the right," she said, but at the same time reached out with her hand. With her thumb, she gently swiped the blueberry juice from the corner of his mouth. Withdrawing her hand, Kim brought it to her mouth and licked the juice from her thumb, looking directly at him. Voight's eyes were darkening. Kim could see the arousal in his gaze.

" Uhh, fuck, lets get out of here," he muttered, shifting restlessly back and forth in his seat.

It was a gentle caress on her cheek that woke Kim the next morning. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Good morning," she whispered in a voice hoarse from sleep.

"Good morning."

Voight leaned down and gave her a kiss.

"Coffee," he said then, handing her one of the cups he had placed on the nightstand earlier.

"Thanks."

Kim smiled.

"No breakfast in bed?" asked Kim.

" `In the kitchen.' And besides, I don't like crumbs in bed," Voight replied before taking a big sip from the coffee cup he was holding.

By now Kim had sat up in bed, her hand resting on his thigh, stroking it slowly, lost in thought, just looking at him.

" C' mon, breakfast is ready," he then said.

After breakfast together, having started much later than planned after all, Kim and he were now at the precinct. It seemed that they were having a quiet day of report writing.

"Hey Kim, what do you say we go get a drink at Molly's? Kevin, you and me. We'll make our own Valentine's Day, Singles' Day," Adam suggested that evening.

Kim hesitated. No one on the team knew about Hank and herself. As far as her co-workers were concerned, she was single since her breakup with Blair. So Kim didn't want to announce all of a sudden that she and the sergeant were a couple. That they were happy

"I was going to watch a movie today, have some ice cream, red wine and go to bed early," she lied then. But actually, she didn't know what she was going to do tonight, except that she was going to spend the evening with Voight. He had not told her if he had any plans for their first Valentine's Day together.

Briefly, her gaze slid to his office. She could see him through the open door. And he looked her way too. For a moment, their eyes met. A smile settled on Kim's lips before she lowered her gaze again.

" Oh, come on, first round's on me. And I'm sure that Herrmann has your favorite red wine on hand behind the counter," Adam tried to convince her.

" I don't feel in the mood for drinking."

"Then maybe-"

"No, leave it alone Adam. Have a drink with Kevin. Have a good time together. Um, I'll come with you another time," Kim interrupted him.

Adam nodded. Even though he didn't like Kim being home alone on a day like this. In the past, when they had been a couple, he had always come up with something special for Valentine's Day. Mainly, he had given her flowers, roses. But this year, there were no roses for Kim Burgess. At least that's what Adam thought. He had no way of knowing that Voight had surprised her with a bouquet of flowers this morning.

Well, that wasn't quite right. This morning he had woken her tenderly and brought her a coffee cup to her bedside. While in the kitchen, the table had been lovingly set, a bouquet of spring flowers in a vase in the center of the table, not roses, and he had made her pancakes.

Kim felt it had been just perfect that way. Hank Voight and her, that didn't require grand gestures. Kim preferred to enjoy the small moments with him. Cuddling on the sofa, making dinner together, dancing to his jazz records, spending time together as a couple while lying in his bathtub. And of course the sex. The sex was really unbelievably good. Incredible.

Kim blushed at the memory of the previous night. So she wouldn't mind a repeat. Ah, well, maybe they could skip the moment in the hallway that night? Kim wasn't sure if she didn't have a bruise from when the banister had pressed into her back.

"Adam, really, we' re fine. I'll have a nice evening alone and we'll go to Molly's another time," she assured him.

Adam nodded. Even though he didn't really like the idea of Kim being alone on a day like today.

" Some other time then," he then agreed with her.

Kim waited until the last of her colleagues had left the area before walking over to Hank's office.

"Time to go?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Uhh, in a minute," he mumbled without looking up from his work.

Kim regarded him for a moment. For a few days now, he'd been acting strange.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing."

"Hank."

"It's Valentine's Day."

"I know," Kim replied.

"It's our first Valentine's Day. And I didn't reserve a table at a restaurant. Got you no chocolates. No perfume. No roses," he recounted what he hadn't done.

Still, Kim didn't understand what he was getting at.

"It's our first Valentine's Day and I should have done things like that for you. You do things like that on Valentine's Day for the people you love," he explained.

At that point, Kim knew what was wrong with him. Hank was apparently doubting whether he was a good boyfriend because he hadn't thought of doing something for their first Valentine's Day together.

Kim walked slowly toward him and stood between Voight and the desk. She stood directly between his legs.

"Oh, Hank," she murmured, gently stroking his cheek with her fingertips.

"It's our first Valentine's Day," he said then.

"It's just the first one. We'll have many more," she promised him.

Kim hoped and believed that this was more than just a casual fling between Voight and her. She and Voight were a couple for 8 months now and they were still as much in love as they were on the first day.

" Do you know what I love about you?" Kim looked at him questioningly.

Voight shook his head.

" That you are just the way you are. Well, I don't want any glowing love letters at all. Or even bouquets of flowers. I mean, flowers are a wonderful thing. Still, Hank, that's not what I want. I want something like what we had last night. You know, when we were in our diner. And what we did later that night."

A smile crept onto his lips at the memory of last night. He had ended up ordering a slice of blueberry pie for them both. A slice of pie that they had shared.

And later on in his bedroom. Oh Boy, the things they had done there. Hank had felt like a teenager again. You know, so wild and carefree.

" This is exactly what I love. You know, those moments with you. Lying on the couch together, watching a game on TV. Making dinner together. You know, the stuff we do in the shower. Together. All the little things," she continued, "I like the little things. Just the way it is right now, I like us."

"Me too," he murmured.

And for a moment, he just looked at her. Suddenly he had an idea for a moment just like that.

"Come with me," he said then, reaching for her hand. Kim and Voight intertwined their fingers. Together they walked to the roof of the precinct. There, he put his arms around Kim from behind and pulled her close.

The two enjoyed the moment. The quiet up here on the roof.

"It's nice. Here. With you," she whispered softly.

"I think," he began, but Kim, turning in his arms, put a finger to his lips, making him stop talking.

"Don't talk. Let's just enjoy the moment. Enjoy us," she whispered, lowering her hand.

Voight nodded.

Yes, they would enjoy the moment. Then later, on the way home, he'd stop at the diner and pick up a slice of blueberry pie to take it home.

And at home, they'd get comfortable. Taking a nice bubbly bath together. By candlelight. Just the two of them. Alone. Well, Kim was right. Their love didn't need a grand gesture. Their love didn't need Valentine's Day.

They just needed each other. And moments like this.