I try to update the story every week.

Somehow the story took a turn that I hadn't planned at first, but I'm going to keep telling it as it's unfolding, because somehow it fits. To Kim and Hank.

Chapter 11

The room was still dark when Kim woke up. A glance at the alarm clock told her that it was just after 3, yet she felt completely awake. Kim was lying on her side, Hank was spooning her. She could feel his bare skin against her own.

Oh, what had she done? The reason she came here to his house was because she was worried about Hank, because she wanted to make sure everything was okay with him, and then she did something like this! Man, she just couldn't understand it. I mean, she had slept with her sergeant. With Hank. Originally she had only wanted to be a friend to him. To be there for him, like Al had been there for Hank.

And then she did something like this! Kim still couldn't really fucking BELIEVE it. I mean, what she had done.

Still, it had felt so good. No, actually not good, but beyond words. With none of her previous lovers had she felt such a lust and passion. Never had she given herself to a man with such intensity. Never before. The memory of the last few hours made her blush. They had ended up in his bed. Well, first it was on the kitchen floor, but then . . . Now she was lying next to him, in his bed. Kim knew she had to get out of here. She shouldn't be here when he woke up. She wouldn't be able to look Hank in the eye, didn't know what she would say. Could say.

Quietly, Kim got up and gathered her clothes that were scattered around the bedroom. Well, what she found, anyway. Searchingly, she looked around the room for her bra, but she couldn't find it.

Just as she was about to look again beside the bed, she noticed how Hank seemed to move. Stiffened, Kim paused. Waiting. She didn't want him to wake up. But fortunately, Hank didn't wake up after all.

Quickly, Kim left his bedroom, clothes in hand. In the hallway, she threw on the rest of her clothes before leaving the house. She had to get away. From the house. From him. As well as the memories of the last few hours.

When the door to her own apartment finally slammed shut behind Kim, she had never been so glad to be home. Kim wanted only one thing - to shower, to wash the reminder of his touch from her skin. But as she stood under the stream of water, her mind wandered back to that moment in his house. In the kitchen. When he had slipped his hand under her shirt. Kim closed her eyes and bit her lips, she should push the memory away. Forget about Hank. About him and his kisses. And she should focus on her job, focus on being a friend to him. But maybe . . . Just for a moment she wanted to allow herself to surrender to the memory, as her hands moved down her body.

Kim hadn't been able to get any more sleep that night, and she was all the more tired when she found herself sitting over a stack of files at the precinct a few hours later. She wanted to finally finish all the reports that had been left lying around. The monotonous work helped her to push all thoughts out of her head. At least for a while.

But it also made her tired. Kim yawned. She probably should have tried to get some sleep after all, but she had kept seeing Hank when she had closed her eyes. And the things they had done. The things she now felt guilty about.

"Who deprived you of your sleep last night?"

Kim blushed when she heard Jay's question. Glancing over, her eyes wandered to Hank, who was just coming from his office. And inevitably, her mind wandered back to the previous night. Jay realized immediately that his question had hit home ... in some way. Had triggered something in her. Had evoked memories. I mean, of something that had happened. Between Kim and Hank. Now, there wasn't much that could have happened.

The realization of what it could be hit Jay like a bucket of cold water.

"No. I can't believe that, you and him, no. Kim, it can't be," he muttered, shaking his head. He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't believe it. Kim and the sergeant.

"Not here," she hissed, making a gesture with her head toward the locker rooms.

Jay followed Kim into the locker room, and no sooner had the door slammed shut behind Jay than Kim whirled around to face him. But before she could say anything, Jay beat her to it.

"Please tell me I'm imagining things. That Voight and you didn't do it," he pleaded.

Kim remained silent. A moment ago she had known what she wanted to say. How she was going to explain it to him. The thing that had happened. Between Hank and her.

"So am I right? You had sex with Voight?" he made himself ask, at her stony silence he felt his stomach flip. He couldn't believe it. Just yesterday he'd been worried that Hank was going to drag her down the rabbit hole with him. And now he was finding out like this. . . . Jay was at a loss for words.

"Hank and I, it just - it just happened. I think maybe he needed that last night. . . But it was a one-time thing, it won't happen again," she promised Jay, and kind of made a promise to herself. But she didn't sound all that confident.