Adrenaline is running through Adam. He had just been moving towards the back of the apartment, when the offender turned the corner and starting shooting. The feeling of being shot at, that's something he never gets used to. The fact that these guys were using assault rifles, he shakes his head to himself, was even worse.
He stands up from behind the couch and his first thought is of Kim in the unit next door. He hustles over and peers through the holes in the wall.
"Kim?" He hollers.
"Call out! Are you okay?" He's thankful that he can hide his terror for Kim and their baby's welfare in concern for the old lady next door. "Call out!"
When she doesn't respond however, his calls turn frantic.
"Kim?! Fucking call out!" His tone is increasingly high pitched and he knows that the rest of the team, now having secured the scene, are looking at him confused.
Despite his calls for her to call out, Kim's voice doesn't respond. Fear races through his veins.
Adam slams his hand into the wall before taking off running towards the other side of the duplex.
Outside on the porch, he doesn't think before kicking open the door. It splinters and he races back inside.
At first all he sees is the dining room table. Riddled with bullet holes. Playing cards littering the floor.
"Kim!?" He advances, his gun drawn. He nears the table, ready to clear behind it. Adam startles as a wrinkled hand grabs his attention.
On the floor, behind the tipped over kitchen table, Kim is lying on the floor, eyes closed, covered in blood. He's not sure if she's conscious or even still alive.
He grabs for his radio. "5021 Charlie. 11-99! Officer down!"
Two old women sit vigil beside Kim. One holds her hand, while the other, the owner of the hand who'd grabbed Adam, shouts instructions.
"Hattie, get me them towels." He hears another woman in the distance, grousing. He's sure she's saying words, but it's all he can do to focus and not lose his shit right now. Somehow he does nearly chuckle at the reply though. "Y'know, I don't give a shit if they're your good towels."
He crouches down in front of the trio just as Kim slowly opens her eyes.
"Adam," she groans.
The vise on his heart loosens just a little.
He jerks at a noise in the kitchen. A third lady, clearly Hattie, is still rummaging through the drawers, looking for towels.
"Fifty twenty one ida. Code 30. I've got an officer shot."
"Copy that, 5021 Charlie. 10-45?"
Kim's left shoulder is bleeding, but not as much as he'd originally thought. She stares at the wound on her own arm, in obvious shock, as the three of them ease her into a sitting position. Adam carefully pulls at her navy jacket, looking for the entry wound, praying there's an exit one too. Miraculously, there's not even an entry. She was just grazed by one of the bullets.
"10-45 Alpha. There's a good deal of blood, but it looks like she just got nicked by it."
The woman from the kitchen arrives and the towel, a pretty gingham one, is pressed against Kim. She hisses at the intrusion, but it quells the bleeding.
"Your sweetheart saved us, young man. She burst right in the door and made us get down." His focus turns to her, trying to process what she said.
"She pushed me right over and she...she shielded me with her body. That's how she got shot."
The woman holding the towel tells him. Her hands are covered in Kim's blood.
He motions that he'll take her place, and she shifts over, leaving room for him to sit down. Her hands shake as she hands the towel to Adam. The woman on the other side pats Kim's hand, then his, before standing up and giving them space.
He pulls Kim into his side, arranging them so that he can put his arm around her shoulders to put pressure on her wound. It frees up his right hand, which he immediately places on her barely swollen stomach.
They still hadn't told the teams yet, though Atwater clearly suspects something is up. He knows somebody, if not the whole team, will be racing in here pretty much now, a result of his radio call. This how not he and Kim planned on announcing her pregnancy, but, right now, he couldn't bring himself to care.
Closing his eyes, Adam leans towards Kim and places his forehead on the top of her head. He tries to take a deep breath. Kim was, mostly, okay, and chances are their baby was too. He feels Kim interlace her fingers with his and placing them on top of her belly.
"Adam," she breathes.
"I know, baby. I got you." He tells her.
Intelligence rushes in. An ambulance sounds far in the distance. But Adam only has eyes for them.