Disclaimer: This is a FICTIONAL story. I.e….It's not real, its' just a story.
"Adam open up." She banged on his door. "Come on Adam I know you are in there." He had offered her a key to his place and she had turned it down. Actually she had laughed at him now she wished she'd taken it. "We need to talk."
"He's not home." A neighbour finally got sick of the banging and yelling. "So stop ya racket."
"When did he leave? Where did he go?"
"I don't know, I'm not his keeper." The elderly woman snarled at her and slammed her door.
Hayley pulled out her phone and tried to call him again, straight to voicemail. Now that she was no longer part of this case what did it matter if she talked to him or not? "For fuck's sake Adam stop being a child." She snapped to no one in particular. He hadn't returned one call or text all day. She had no idea where he was or what he was doing. He was a hothead and that worried her.
Frantically she called the bar they tended to hang out in, they couldn't go to Molly's obviously because she didn't want to be seen there with him. He wasn't there and they hadn't seen him all day. There was no one else to call. She couldn't call the team; Voight had made that very clear. She wasn't quite sure how serious Voight was about that and she was going to go talk to him tomorrow. Hopefully he'd had time to think a little more rationally and realise that she was a good detective and could help with this case. She could keep her personal feelings out of it.
The only other place she could think of was his Dad's place and she was pretty sure he wouldn't have told his Dad yet so she might be able to find out where he was through his old man. Not that she knew how to contact him and had no idea where he was living now; Adam didn't talk about it much. To be honest they didn't talk about much.
"What do you want? You can't be here." His voice made her jump. It was cold. "You are in my way. Wanna move?" Adam indicated that she was standing in front of his door.
"Adam, I need to talk to you."
Gently pushing her aside he slid the key into the door lock without saying a word. Hayley reached for his arm and that icy look her gave her yesterday returned and she removed it. Opening the door Hayley took a step forward assuming he was going to let her in but he closed the door behind him leaving her standing outside. "Adam, come on, please."
She got nothing; she banged on the door angrily, yelled at him to open the door, called his phone and waited. Until his neighbour appeared again. "Obviously he doesn't want you here. Do I need to call the cops?"
"I am the cops." Hayley barked at her before slamming her hand against the door one more time and leaving.
This was ridiculous; he was behaving like a petulant child. They needed to talk, if only she could talk to him and get him to understand. She thought it was better for both of them if Brennan didn't know about their relationship not realising that Adam had already admitted to it. She didn't know about Cole when Brennan trapped her, and she had been played and surely he could understand how devious that woman was. They all knew it. She needed to explain this to him but he wasn't listening. He was being a stubborn assed idiot as usual.
Intelligence would clear him of the murder, without a doubt. She knew he had nothing to do with it, obviously because he was with her that night but also because she did know that wasn't Adam. Sure he was a hothead but his heart was in the right place. She didn't give him a lot of credit, but then again she barely scratched the surface. She didn't want to look too deep into him because this was just some fun. She liked sex and was quite capable to keeping the two things separate. Sex was just sex, she didn't need any emotion to go with it.
Now it had all gone to shit.
Fronting up to Voight at the district the next day didn't fill her with joy, she didn't need to see everyone else yet so she organised to meet him in a café away from the district. "Hey Boss." Hayley was waiting for him, she was on her second cup of coffee already and she wasn't sure if it was the coffee or the nerves that were making her jumpy.
"Upton." Voight nodded at the waitress when she offered him a cup of coffee. "What can I do for you?"
"How's Ruzek?"
"Still suspended. We are working on it."
"He didn't do it. You know that right?"
"I do, that's not who Ruzek is. I don't need your alibi to tell me that. Sure he's a bit of a wildfire sometimes but when you know someone, you know someone. He's one of the good ones."
"I know. I've told Brennan."
"I know that too. The thing is Upton she now thinks you are just covering for him because that's what Intelligence do and because you are sleeping with him. Particularly since you defied a direct order and tried to contact him, how do you think that looks? So now we've got until the end of the day to figure out who did it otherwise IA is taking over and Ruzek will be charged. So this just doesn't affect Ruzek, it's affected all of us."
Voight sat back and folded his arms across his chest.
"Boss. I don't want to leave Intelligence." Hayley was desperate. "I can help clear Adam's name. I'm a good cop."
"Well there might not be an Intelligence unit tomorrow thanks to you and Ruzek."
"I was trying to protect him."
"No you were protecting yourself. This is why I don't want relationships in my unit, every single time it blows up."
"I would never let that get in the way of me doing my job."
"Thing is Upton, you already did." Voight drained the last of his coffee and threw some bills on the table to cover both coffees. "I'll let you know when you can come back."
Hayley slumped back in her chair.
Going to see Brennan hadn't worked like she thought it would. The Commander was not impressed to see her. She said nothing while Upton tried to explain why she said what she did and that Ruzek was with her and couldn't have committed the murder. Brennan thanked her and showed her the door. "What's going to happen now? Ruzek's in the clear right?"
"Thank you Detective Upton." For the second time in two days a door closed in her face.
Hayley tried one more time to see Adam, she again waited for him outside his apartment but this time didn't knock she just waited until he either left or came home. "Hi." He finally moved aside and Hayley took a step inside but he stayed by the open door and just shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked slightly.
"What are you doing here again?"
"I need to talk to you and considering you aren't answering your bloody phone what choice did I have?" Stepping forward she reached for his arm and Adam shrugged away from her. "Adam, let's talk about this."
"Nothing to talk about."
"I think there is. I was trying to protect you, I had no idea about Cole and that's what she was asking about. I thought it was about our relationship. I didn't want you getting bumped…" Hayley stopped when she saw the look on his face. "…I didn't want either of us to get into trouble. You know we shouldn't have been together. I'm a Detective, you are my junior."
Adam rocked on his heels. "You can't be here, I'm not allowed to talk to anyone.." he pointed out the door but she didn't move. "…so if you could leave before my ass is further on the slab that would be great."
"So that's it." she exploded. "You won't even talk about it. What was I supposed to say?"
"The truth Hayley. How about the truth?" If her voice was angry he was calm. She wasn't going to accuse him again of having a temper or throwing it back on him. They'd already been there. Apparently it was one of his many character faults so she had told him. He was pretty sure her list of his faults was longer than his list of good points.
"It's not that easy and you know it."
"I thought you didn't do yelling and screaming?" His sarcasm wasn't appreciated and she wanted to slap him.
"Don't." She held up her hand angrily. "You've got no idea what it is like to grow up like that?"
"No I don't, just like you don't know what I went through as a kid because you never asked or cared." He'd had enough. "Look, I need to leave so…." Adam he indicated she could leave.
"I could lose my job because of you." She screamed at him.
"No Hayley, you haven't lost your job, at worst you would move onto another Unit. Remember you lied to save your own ass but I could lose my job because of you, like my badge. This is on my record; did you know that? This could be on my record that my badge got pulled because of a lie you told. IA thinks you are just covering up, they don't give a fuck about the truth because IA have always had us in their sights and looking for any reason to shut us down. So we fucked up by fucking around but of course you are only concerned about your job. I'm worried I've fucked up this up for Burgess, Atwater, Halstead and Dawson. But it's always all about you isn't it? Always has been."
"It's not always about me, I've saved your ass before. That day you punched that guy; I covered for you. Told them you were defending yourself." Hayley was desperate. Back then she'd only been in Intelligence a few months and still finding her place.
"No you saved your job. It is obvious however that the only person you've got any interest in is yourself. I know you weren't all in, fuck I doubt some days you gave two shits about me but at least I was honest from the start. I gave you an out, several times but you didn't want that. What did you want from me? What do you want?" He tapped his temple with his finger. "You want everything on your terms, you don't give a flying fuck about anyone else's feelings?"
"That's not fair, you knew where we stood. I made it perfectly clear."
"You certainly did. It's all about you." He did not raise his voice once. He'd done that before, he'd lost his temper at gone off at Burgess and Roman and it got him nowhere, in fact all it did was push her further away. He wasn't doing that again not that he wanted to go anywhere further with this, it had been a mistake from the start and right now he hated himself for being so weak and pathetic. "Look you do you, just leave me out of it from now on okay?" He looked at her sadly. The thing is he liked her; he respected her need to keep things close to her chest, in truth because he was enjoying the benefits of a good screw, and she was a good screw. Trust though? It was always just a little off, he couldn't put his finger on it at the time and in the past two days it had hit him fair and square in the face.
His mouth twitched a little when she threw her hands in the air and stormed out. Quietly he closed the door behind her despite his whole body wanting to slam it. He'd get angry at some point, but now was not the time.
Note: A question to the anonymous 'guest' reviewer who apparently 'doesn't read my stories anymore' and then goes on to list all the reason why this story is crap, my attitude sucks blah blah blah. How do you know everything is wrong with a fictional story about fictional people if you didn't read it? Now that you no longer read it, could you also stop sending me your hysterical whinges too? That'd be grand. To get so bent out of shape over a fictional story about fictional people on a fan fiction site isn't healthy and quite frankly more than a little bit sad.