"Coffee?" Kim looks over at Officer Samuel Innings, her assigned partner for her overtime shift. It's the first time on the whole shift that Kim is glad, not irritated, at the sight of him—although it's more to do with the coffee cup he's holding out for her than him.

"Thanks." She gives him a smile—he may be one of my most irritating people she's ever met, but she's still polite, especially when there's coffee involved. Innings only needed to go into the shop because he needed the toilet—or, 'needed to take a whiz', as he so elegantly put ten minutes earlier—she didn't expect that he'd pick her up a coffee. From what she had seen from the hours she's already been on this shift, he's annoying and she had thought not very considerate.

"It's two sugars, no cream, right?" Innings double checked.

It's not, but coffee is coffee so Kim smiles gratefully at him, nodding, before taking a sip, feeling better already knowing that coffee will be soon coursing through her body.

"Do you think we're gonna get a call?" He only gives Kim a few seconds peace of silence before he speaks again and she has to resist so hard to not roll her eyes. Innings is young, green, and maybe his eagerness could be seen as admirable if it wasn't so grating. He has no restraint, nattering on and bothering her, and offering his unsolicited complaints about what members of public they've dealt with in this shift.

He's not the kind of partner she'd like on her regular shift, but even more on this graveyard shift, when she's tired, when she's already in a mood, when all she wants is just peace and quiet.

He almost makes her wish she had taken Sean up on his offer to join her on this shift. Kim had turned him down, stating she didn't want to take away his day off just because she's giving it up—and of course, that was a reason for it, but it wasn't the only reason.

She just wanted silence, monotony, and she wouldn't get that with Sean. Her mind is clouded, and he—as well intended as Kim's sure he is—would only make it worse. But she hadn't anticipated Innings, and is debating if the devil she knows would've been better than the devil she doesn't.

"You never know." She says in answer to his question. Her voice is dry, plain, monotone, not having it in her to bring any fake interest or life into it, even if she's making sure she's still being polite. Officers talk, and she doesn't want to be known as a bitch who was in a mood—even if she's very much feeling that way.

"I hope we do. But nothing like that last call, breaking up drunken sluts is no fun. Like they're so dramatic, just go home with whatever man you picked up and fuck him and leave us out of it." Kim screws up her nose at his words, taking another sip of her coffee to hide her disgust at his attitude, making a mental note to tell Trudy about it.

Not that she might necessary be able to do anything about it; Kim's been outsourced to a beat in another district, Innings not working at hers. Trudy's wrath would come down like a wall of bricks on any officer in the twenty-first that she gets a whiff of this kind of attitude, but Innings reports to a different desk Sargent.

Although, Trudy Platt is a formidable woman, and Kim knows that she'll take this up with the other desk Sargent, and god help him if he doesn't at least hear Platt out.

Even when Kim was new at the twenty-first, she was glad that she had Platt as a desk sergeant, admiring her no nonsense personality. She's exactly the kind of Sargent cops need, and as Kim listens to Innings prattle on, it makes her wonder whatever possessed her to sign up for this overtime, to willingly seek work—willing seek to interact with officers who aren't Trudy's—outside her district.

Of course, Kim does know what possessed her. When seeking this, she had told everyone—well, Platt, Adam and Roman—that she wanted the overtime money, for the expenses in her near future. It's believable, and it won't hurt to have the money, of course.

Even though Kim has her doubts whether or not she'll actually need it—those expenses will only happen if they can actually set a date for their wedding and pick out a place to live. And as more time goes on, the less convinced she becomes that it'll actually happen.

Which, really, is why she chose to work on her day off.

Everything in her life, her feelings, her relationship, Adam, it's all very confusing in her head currently and the thought of sitting at home, doing nothing but letting it continue to fester, was an unbearable one.

Kim can't help but feel guilty, though. It's also Adam's day off, and since Intelligence has been thigh deep in a case recently, they haven't spent much time together and the time they have, all they've done is fight—if they've even done much talking. It's usually silent, even when they're curled up on the couch together, the silence permeates through the air, making it feel like they're worlds apart.

But she also knows it being Adam's day off makes this a good decision even more. There's some serious questions that Kim's having to ponder upon, and she fears that if they were alone, no work or distractions, they might truly fight. Most of their fights end before they begin—verbally, at least—them exchanging a few heated words before they let their deafening silence say all the things they don't.

But if they were alone, Kim fears that things might come to blows. And as much as she's questioning her relationship with Adam, questioning his commitment to them, to her, to their future, she really doesn't want that to happen. She doesn't want to call quits on their relationship. And she knows how dangerously close they are to that happening; all it'll take is one wrong thing to occur.

Like her, accidentally, in anger, yelling her half formed thoughts, her ineloquently put feelings about all what is annoying her.

They need the space, that's what she tells herself. In a few days, Adam—and Bob Ruzek—will be meeting her mother, and while that won't fix things, or makes her think they'll set a date—even if that's what Roman assumes she thinks—but it'll be a hurdle they've gotten over, which means there'll be one less hurdle in their way.

One hurdle closer to getting their relationship back in sync, to return to how they were, to being married and happy, even if it feels like they'll never get there in this moment.

"Burgess? Burgess?" Kim is pulled out her thoughts by Innings, him lightly prodding at her. She's alert straight away, going to her radio, assuming she had missed a call.

She hasn't, as Innings quickly explains. He had just been talking to her and she had zoned out. He did, at least, apologize for alarming her.

"Sorry, my mind was somewhere else. What was you saying?" Kim really couldn't care less what he was saying, but the politeness in her overrides.

"Your ring. I was asking if you're engaged." Innings indicates to her ring, and Kim smiles down at it for a couple seconds, reliving the happiness she felt when Adam first gave it to her months ago in her memories.

"Yeah, I am." There's a slight giddy feeling in her stomach, like butterflies flapping their wings, at the thought of Adam—her fiancé—and it's the feeling that is what keeps her wanting to wait out this storm—even if she runs away like this on their days off—because surely, if she still feels like that, even if it's lessened, if it's hiding more from her, then the relationship is worth fighting for.

"What does he do?" Innings then asks.

"He's a cop too. A patrol officer assigned to Intelligence." Kim answers, while thinking that the pride that still swells in her heart as she talks about him is another reason to keep fighting. And suddenly, the guilt over leaving Adam alone on their day off surges and all she wants to do is go to him, to cuddle up and kiss him all over his face in apology—even if he didn't know she needs to.

"Wow. Snagged yourself a good man, there." Innings says and she's annoyed at the words he used, at his tone, how Kim gets the impression that he's more impressed with Adam's achievements than he would be hers, but she repeats his words in her mind, because she has, and she wonders if her forgetting that might be the reason for their problems.

Luckily, they get some calls after that, and Kim doesn't have to deal with just how much Innings irritates her—although his attitude towards the public really rubs her up wrong.

"Kim? I didn't know you worked nights." It's a few hours later, and they've stopped into a twenty-four hour diner to get some coffee and a bite to eat and right as Kim gets served, she runs into Bob Ruzek, her future father in law.

As if her night couldn't get any worse.

Adam's father is not one of her favourite people, to say the least. She's accepted that he'll have to be a part of her life, of her children's, and that Adam loves his dad but unexpectedly running into him is not something she's very happy about.

"Bob, hi," That politeness overrides again, and she greets her future father in law with a smile. For Adam, she reminds herself. He's Adam's dad, and Adam's going to have to deal with the neuroticism that is her mother soon, so she can deal.

"I don't usually, I'm putting in some overtime. The wedding won't pay for itself," Kim answers him, cracking a light smile, laughing slightly.

They chat for a few minutes, nothing too deep or substantial. Kim always wanted to have a good relationship with her in-laws growing up, but she's glad that Bob seemingly doesn't want to spend much time getting to know her like she feels towards him. From the corner of her eye, she sees Innings looking at her, and them, clearly trying to work out how they know each other.

"Right, I should be off." Kim tells him as her food is handed over to her.

"Yeah. Tell Adam I said hi." Bob nods and she forces a smile, hoping it doesn't seem strained.

"Will do. Bye—until this Saturday, of course." She says, referencing their arranged meal. Bob frowns, looking confused.

"What's this Saturday?"

"The meal with my mom?" Kim prompts him, but Bob's face is looking blank. Annoyance bubbles up in her, at him forgetting but then dots connect and she realises that Bob isn't being the worst father in law right now—that he hasn't forgotten, he just hasn't been told.

Adam didn't tell his dad.

Adam lied to her that he did.

"Never mind," Kim waves him off, casually, even though her world is crumbling around her. They had discussions about how important this dinner is, how it'll be unpleasant but they need it, and Adam had looked her in the eye and said his dad was on-board.

And he hadn't even bothered to ask him, to tell him.

Roman had been saying from the start that Adam is just in this for the fun things, not the commitment, not the gruelling stuff. Her partner means well—even if sometimes it feels like he's being contrary just for the sake of it—and Kim always listens to him because, well, because he's her partner, but even when Adam failed that push test Roman recommended, she didn't put much stock in what Roman had been saying.

She really should've.

But typical Kim, typical naive, always believing the best in people Kim, thought that even though Adam and her have been out of sync, even though any time any serious conversations comes up it seems like Adam doesn't listen or pay attention, even though things haven't been exactly good, Kim thought they both had the same end goal. To be married, happy, in a strong relationship.

Evidently, she was wrong.

Even though Adam has been letting her talk about this dinner. Even though he knows how nervous she is for him to meet her mom. Even though he knew all this, he still looked her in the eye and he lied to her.

Had told her he talked to his dad. Had told her Bob agreed. Had told her all this, had told her that he understood how important this was to her.

He had held her in their—his, because they still haven't found a place that is theirs—bed and told her this all while knowing he was lying.

Kim spends the rest of her shift in a daze, trying to wrap her mind around this. Trying to process that everything Roman said was right, that Adam isn't serious, that he doesn't want to be married, that he doesn't want to be on the hook.

That Adam's just prolonging and putting off the wedding, doing everything he can too, because he doesn't want to marry her.

Even though he was the one who proposed.

Kim's mind wasn't even thinking about marriage, before he proposed. Yes, the thought that she would like to—one day—marry him had propped up, of course it had. Adam is sweet, loving. He made her laugh, smile and comforted her when she had nightmares. And he was vulnerable around her, not afraid to show his softness... Of course thinking about making that man her husband had crossed her mind.

But as a serious thought, as a thought to happen at this time... That wasn't even near close to being a thought in her head into she saw that ring.

Why would he do that, why would he introduce marriage into the equation, if it wasn't serious about marrying her, about making her his wife and building a life with her?

It's the morning when Kim's shift finishes, and Adam's still slumbering away in their—his—bed when she comes home. Normally, she'd concentrate on how cute, how peaceful he looks when he sleeps but she feels sick at the sight of him, all these thoughts and questions flooding her mind.

There's room in the bed for her to climb into, but she can't—she just can't. Not when she's just learnt this. She can't lay her head next to his with betrayal sits in her heart, burning like a fierce woodland fire.

She grabs some spare blankets and pillows and sets up something on the sofa. She knows that when Adam wakes up, and sees her there, he'll know something is up, something is wrong but Kim can't find it in herself to care—not even with the knowledge that she had told Adam that she was sleeping for, hopefully, twelve hours today, so he'd know he wouldn't get an answer to why she was on the sofa for hours.

When Kim comes too, it's not the uncomfortable sofa lying under her back, but the nice comfortableness of Adam's bed. She frowns slightly, as she sits up, confused to as she got here. She wonders, briefly, if she had imagined falling asleep on the couch before her mind wakes up properly and she realises that Adam must've carried her in here.

A sweet gesture like that would usually dampen the angry fire burning away in her heart but it doesn't now; she's too angry for it to. In fact, Kim thinks, it spurs on the fire, adding kindling to the flames, because how dare he move her? How dare he act as if he cares for her, as he clearly doesn't, if he can look her in the eye and lie to her.

It's not long before Kim's heading out the bedroom, going to the living room. Sounds of Adam's video games rings out and a darkness grips her heart as she wonders if the gesture wasn't even that sweet, if it's just because he needed the sofa to play his stupid games.

The gesture did nothing to melt her heart, but the thought of Adam not being motivated with kindness makes it more stony.

Kim is glad she doesn't enter the room, guns blazing, as when she does, she sees that Adam is not alone, that Kevin is over, playing with him. She normally loves seeing the two most important men in her life hanging out, the sight always making her heart twist, but just like when she woke up in bed, in does nothing for her now.

"Hey, darlin'," Adam spots her first, glancing briefly away from the TV to give her a smile. Kevin is then greeting her and she wishes she wasn't so angry that she could even think about greeting Kevin back.

"You've been asleep for ages—I'm sorry about taking up all the bed. I assume that's why you were on the sofa?" Adam continues talking, his eyes still looking at the TV as he does so, having not realised that something is up.

"Adam, stop the game." Kim's voice is devoid of it's usual warmth.

"I will in a sec. Sorry, darlin', I'm just so close to beating Kev," Adam still doesn't realise.

"The game's not over yet, Ruzek." Kevin apparently hasn't either.

"Adam." The word is chilled. "Turn it off. We need to talk, now. Kev, please, if you could leave."

The game is paused then, the two turning to look at her. It's almost comical how identical their oh fuck expressions are, and if Kim wasn't so angry, so betrayed, so confused, she might've laughed at it.

Kevin moves first, quickly scrambling to get his stuff together, clearly seeing she means business. "Yeah, I should get home before Vinessa and Jordan do and wants dinner. Uh, nice seeing you. Bye."

Kevin is not someone anyone messes with, even Adam having a moment of being spooked by him and the damage he could do to a person. But he looks like nothing more than a timid schoolboy now, as he hurries on out.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" Adam asks as soon as Kevin shuts the door, having turned off the TV. He rises and he goes to come near here, his arms out, looking concerned. But she steps back, not wanting him anywhere near her.

"Why didn't you tell your dad about the dinner?" She cuts straight to the point. Kim can see the moment, the oh shit moment, that Adam gets what she's on about, but he plays dumb because apparently he wants to anger her more.

"What do you mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean. On my shift, I ran into your dad and I mentioned Saturday—only he had no idea what I was on about. So yeah, Adam, I know you know what I mean." Really, Kim is surprised how even she manages to keep her voice.

"I..uh.. I..." He flounders and Kim's anger rises.

"It's a simple question! You had a reason for not telling him, so tell me it." when continues to flounder, Kim snaps. "Or don't. It's okay. I know why—you don't want to marry me."

"I—what?" Adam stares at her.

"I knew this was coming, I guess. But just answer me this—why lie? You do realise I'm going to have to tell my mother this? My mother! And she might not be your mother in law, now, but she's still my mother and god, I thought you'd care enough about me to at least not create another thing for her to hold over me. And what was your end goal, tell me that? What was you going to do, on Saturday, when you needed to explain why Bob wasn't coming?" Kim rants at him, letting all her hurt and betrayal out.

"I, uh. I was going to say that he cancelled, for overtime?" Adam looks sheepish, his expression showing he knows he fucked up.

"So, let me recap. Instead of just saying you don't want to marry me you: lied, ensured you'd break my heart, make me think your dad prioritised overtime over his son and his son's fiancée and what? Was you going to ditch my mom and I, as well?" Kim had thought her last boyfriend had told her the most outlandish lie ever, that she had left those days behind her.

"I'll admit, it wasn't very well thought out. But, baby, I promise you, it wasn't because I don't want to marry you. I love you, I want to marry you. With all my heart, darlin', I swear." She has to admit, with his earnest he sounds, how genuinely distraught he looks, Kim almost believes him.

"If that's true, then why? Why would you ever lie about this? What do you have to gain from it?!" She asks, desperation and confusion clawing at her voice. Adam runs a hand through his hair, and it takes a few seconds, with a lot of hesitation, but then he's speaking, explaining himself.

"Because! Because I was scared. Scared that if you really got to know Bob Ruzek, and saw how rude he no doubt would be to your mom, that you'd realise what kind of man he is? That he's a screw up and not a particularly good man—or dad, honestly—and that... I was scared that you'd see who he really is, and think I'm the same. That you'd jump ship before you got yourself locked in with the junior Ruzek screw-up." Adam started off loud, desperate, but ends so quiet, so sad it immediately puts out the flames in her heart, and her heart twists and all what she was feeling fades away, her love coming back tenfold and she questions why she ever doubted him.

"Adam. I already know that. Do you really think I like your father? I'll deal, because he's your pops, but I know who he really is." Adam's head jerks up at her words, a look Kim has never seen on his face before appearing and she realises that he hasn't quite understood.

"But Adam, Adam look at me," Kim moves towards him now, gently resting her hands on either side of his jaw, making him look at her. "And I know who you are. I know you're not your father, because you are not a screw-up. You are a good man. Today? My partner asked about my fiancé, and I was so filled with pride at even the thought of you because I know exactly who you are."

Kim knows she's going to have to spend time questioning why she didn't think to hear Adam out first, she knows it as she says this and realises the answers to all the questions she's been having lately doesn't lie in her head, or in the mouth of others like Roman, or even in Adam's actions that initially confuses her, when she doesn't give him a chance to explain; the answers aren't anywhere but in her own heart.

Because she knows Adam Ruzek, her fiancé. And he is a good man, a man who loves her, who would never hurt her. A man who loves her so much that after just a year wanted to make her his wife.

A man who's not perfect, who's flawed and human—just like she, and everyone else is. And that means his behaviour will hurt and be confusing, but that doesn't negate what she knows is in his heart.

"Kim, darlin'. If that's true, then why would you think I don't want to marry you? It's okay, I know I'm a screw up and that I've been on borrowed time to have even a bit of you." Adam says, quietly, resting his forehead against hers and her heart aches, hurts, as she realises just how much he hurts inside, how little he thinks of himself.

And that's when she knows she doesn't care when they get married, or move in properly, or any of that—all she cares about is making sure he knows, for the rest of his life, that he's a good man, a definitely not a screw-up.

"I thought it because I was being stupid. I got caught up in this whole thing, this rut we've been in. I probably put more stock in other's opinions more than what I know in my heart. But, baby, I know now. I promise. I love you," Kim gently tilts her head to kiss him, softly, on his lips. She used to think the most love was in the passionate, all consuming kisses.

But loving Adam taught her that it's these kinds of kisses that show the most love. The soft, gentle but oh so filled with love, affection, adoration kisses. The only kisses done when you truly know someone, when you love them all the way down, deep into your bones, your soul.

And that's how she loves Adam.