Kim sat on the couch waiting for Adam to get home. Since her shooting they had made every effort to ensure they were together most nights. It took a lot of encouraging on her behalf to get him to even go out for a drink with either the rest of the team or his mates. Pouring herself a glass of wine she started to doubt whether she had made the right call. Was it too hasty? What would Adam say? She had not even discussed it with him.

The phone beeped with a message. On my way. Need anything?

Just you.

Slipping her hand inside her shirt she let her fingers run over her scars. They were still rough and raw and some days she could barely look at herself in the mirror. It never seemed to bother Adam and he did try and reassure her constantly. He had done some online research and come home with Rosehip oil, which was supposed to help scars fade. Kim couldn't help but smile remembering the ensuing disaster that bought. Oil spilt everywhere as a simple massage into her scar turned into a hearty lovemaking session. The oil stain had never come out of the sheets.

Adam gave her a quick kiss before getting himself a beer and topping up her glass. He dropped himself down beside her on the couch and leant into her shoulder. "So how was desk duty today? Last day on Patrol."

"Adam." The tone of her voice was serious and he pulled back a little. "I turned down the Intelligence job."

"What? Why?" Shifting in his seat so that he was now facing her. Kim clasped her hands tightly together in her lap. The longer she thought the less clear things became. "I am not ready to leave patrol yet. I haven't put it behind me, neither has Roman."

"So you gave up the one thing that you have been trying for since I met you because Roman is still feeling guilty?" He spat out incredulously. The venom in his voice took Kim by surprise.

"No, It is not Roman's fault. I don't blame him, but he blames himself."

Adam fought the urge to get up and leave. It was how he would have dealt with an argument when he was with Wendy and then he would wait until Wendy was ready to talk rationally before they settled it and sometimes it took days. It wasn't like that with Kim but he took a few moments before he answered. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was trying to make sense of all this. This was something that had never come up, not once in the last few weeks had she doubted herself about joining Intelligence. "That's not your problem."

"I feel like it is." She was looking down at her hands, nervously twisting them in her lap.

"So I didn't really need to spend an hour being drilled by Voight on what he expects from me with you working in Intelligence?" I didn't need to go through all his terms and conditions?"

"I really need you to support me on this."

Slowly he let out a long sigh. "I wish you had talked to me about it. The whole reason we kept us a secret for so long was because you wanted into Intelligence. That seems like a waste now doesn't it?"

"You think this has been a waste?" Kim knew that was not what he meant, but for some reason all rationality seemed to have deserted her today.

"That's not what I said. Don't twist my words."

No longer could she hold back the tears and they came in a flood. The tears that had threatened to fall since she had walked into Voight's office fell onto her hands and she turned her palms upwards to catch them. Adam reached out and grabbed her hands. "You know I will back you all the way, Babe. Please don't throw away your career because you feel bad about how your partner deals with the job."

"You blame Roman."

"No." he lied smoothly. In reality he did, he knew that Roman was fighting with his ex while Kim approached the door alone. She was frustrated with them both and as far as he was concerned that was why she didn't think about making sure she stood to the side. Not that they had any idea that the door would be rigged. He had to take some of the responsibility, but Kim refused to blame him. He wasn't that charitable.

'You think I have made a mistake?'

"Doesn't matter what I think, it was your decision." He answered honestly with a hint of annoyance. "I am a bit surprised that you didn't feel the need to talk to me about how you felt. I thought we were kind of beyond all that." He scratched at his rough beard. "I thought this was pretty much a full on relationship, that we weren't just fooling around anymore. I guess I thought I deserved to be in the loop."

"We are." How could she get him to understand? "It's just at that moment when I had to let Voight know it didn't feel like the right thing to do. Whether it is or isn't the right decision, the deal is done. It's over." She wiped a tear from her cheek. "Please Adam, trust me I can live with my choice, but not if you can't. More than this job, I want this." She motioned between them both "I want this to work more than anything. I am so in love you with, the thought that I have let you down…" a sob escaped unexpectedly.

Adam cocked his head to the side before scooting across the sofa and wrapping her up in his arms. "You haven't let anyone down, especially not me. I am proud of you no matter what you do. I thought that was what you really wanted and I am surprised you turned it down. That opportunity may not come up again. Are you okay with that?"

"I am."

"I wish you had talked to me about it."

"I'm sorry. I really do care about what you think."

"I just want you to be happy." He tucked a curl of hair behind her ear and ran his fingers lightly over the scar on her cheek.

"Tonight can I just be happy with you?"

"Of course." He kissed her slowly and she could feel his cheeky smile on her lips as he pulled away slightly. "But I am wondering how happy do you want me to make you? Like warm fuzzy happy or screaming my name happy?"