Kim held her phone nervously in her hand. Amanda had gone to bed and left her alone for the first time all day. She scrolled through her contacts and stopped on a familiar name and it made her smile a little. For such a long time he had been number one on her speed dial, but that had certainly changed. Actually she was surprised that it hadn't been deleted altogether but then again he was tracking all her calls anyway and any number that he didn't recognise he would call. So he would certainly want to know if Adam called her. He never did.

She shook her head trying to dislodge those memories and replace them with better thoughts.

To date, since this all blew up Adam had done all the calling. Her finger hovered over the number. Along with her sister they had polished off a bottle of wine and she felt a little buzzed, probably not the best idea to be drinking while on anti-biotics but she threw caution to the wind. Now was not the time to call him. Drunk dialling was a bad idea. She couldn't trust herself not to tell him that she loved him or worse, she might just start begging and that would be pathetic.

The weekend with her sister and her family had done her the world of good. She felt freer and lighter. Her sister always had the ability to refocus her, talk her down if needed and give her clarity in the bluntest way possible. Obviously she couldn't forget the past few months but she could choose not to dwell on it.

Amanda, god love her had told her exactly what she thought about Sean Roman. "What were you thinking? For a start he has no chin…." Kim laughed despite herself. "..I mean comparing him to Adam, who let's face it was about as close to a god as you are going to get."

"Oh okay. Down girl." Kim nudged her lightly. "You are a married woman."

"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate a good thing when I see it. And Adam has a lot of good going on, if you know what I mean." Amanda had always been more than happy to be the shallow one when it came to men. "Tell me something because I am having a hard time understanding some things." Kim stupidly thought that Amanda was about to ask a serious question. "Does Sean have a dick that women can swing from, because it seems like he goes through a lot of partners? It certainly isn't what's visible on the outside that must have attracted you because…"

Kim almost jumped on her sister and tried to cover her mouth. "Stop it."

"Well? I'm serious? If you stood them side by side, out of a hundred women I can guarantee you that 99 would pick Adam."

"What about the other one?"

"Oh there is always one who goes for the sad ugly puppy in the corner." The wine was certainly helping Amanda along. "You know the 'I take him because he's so ugly he's cute' type."

"Maybe I am that woman."

"Nope. You were in front of the queue and you and for some unknown reason walked away and now you've both got nothing. And I know you, dear sister you always went for the cute bouncy puppy, not the runt of the litter."

"You do know Adam was engaged twice before me?"

"And Roman had slept with three of his previous partners on the job and you make number four." She held up four fingers to emphasis her point. "So, by my count Adam is still ahead. What's going on there anyway?"

"Where? With Adam?" Kim chose to ignore Amanda's math lesson. "Nothing. He's just been there for me, no questions asked. We had an incredibly honest conversation yesterday and I know he is hurting. I just didn't realise how much I hurt him initially and how hard I made things for him. I only ever saw things from my point of view with help from Roman of course."

"Well we now know that the only person that dickhead cared about was himself. Are you ever going to try and work it out?"

"Who knows?" Kim shrugged. "I have no idea what Adam even wants. We haven't had that discussion. Perhaps the damage has been done and the wounds are too deep."

Initially Amanda had been angry with Adam but then she only heard one side of the story. As the Roman thing started to take off she felt that perhaps there was more going on than she first thought and her instincts had been spot on. Kim never answered her calls when she rang, always calling back later. Turns out that she only called when Sean gave her back her phone. Every time she asked her to come up and see them she made some excuse to cancel and the one time she had met them both in Chicago Sean just seemed overly affectionate and, if truth be told a little possessive.

She got a vibe from him and she wished she'd been more upfront with her concerns, but at the end of the day Kim told her she was happy and moving on and Amanda accepted her word. Now Amanda also felt a little guilt for the situation her sister was now in.

When Kim told her about Adam and his support over the last few days and she could see that he really was the man she always thought he was. Sure she was still pissed at him because had he fronted up and demanded to know what was going on this whole mess could have been avoided.

Sunday was spent not talking about Roman and what she had to face when she went home. It was delaying the inevitable, it wasn't going away but it was just what she needed. She needed to be normal for a day.

Adam had refrained from contacting her as well. What she needed was time to herself with her family. And he also needed a little distance to sort himself out. His issue stemmed from the fact that he craved her; he wanted her completely and desperately, he always had. 'Get your shit together.' He checked himself.

Kim looked around her apartment when she got home. It no longer held any attraction for her. She loved this place when she first moved in. It was her first non- share house. Now it was just a place with her stuff in it and sadly all the good memories had been washed away by the bad.

Without giving it too much thought she grabbed her phone and called Adam. It felt familiar calling him again, like slipping into your favourite sweats at the end of a long day. She had never thought twice about calling him in the past. Whatever time of the day or night it didn't matter they would call whenever they had the chance, just to check in but it never felt like it was an obligation or a requirement. "Hi."

"Hey, You're back. Good weekend?" He sounded happy to hear from her, which relaxed her instantly.

"It was. I feel much better. Amanda certainly didn't give me much time to wallow." Kim tucked her feet up under her on the couch. "And Zoe has grown up so much. I realised how much I missed them and I should make an effort to spend more time with them."

"That's a good thing right?"

"It was."

"And being back at your place?"

"I don't know. It feels strange." She looked around her place, it was all her. The pictures, the knick knacks and the copious amount of cushions and candles. "It's like it's not my place anymore. I am not sure I will stay here long."

"Are you going to be okay tonight?" Adam wasn't sure what he'd do if she said no. He couldn't have her here, not yet but he knew that he'd be there in an instant if she needed him so he had to hope that she wouldn't ask.

"I will. It's not fear. Just bad memories."

"We had some good times there."

"We certainly did." Kim giggled. He liked that she sounded happy. "That weekend we were snowed in and played twister."

"I still think you cheated."

"Of course I cheated. You are bigger and stronger than me, how else could I get you to fall." Adam had beaten her three times in a row so she had ripped off her top and proceeded to play half naked. He couldn't help himself and conceded defeat and then spent the afternoon and the days afterwards crying foul.

It was nice, sharing some happy memories but eventually they came back to the situation they were now in. "I have to go to the Ivory Tower tomorrow. " Kim admitted.

"I heard. You'll be fine." Adam had already asked Voight for the time to go with her. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"You don't need to come."

"I want to. You shouldn't go alone."

"Adam…."

"Kim, look I will pick you up and take you to your interview and I will wait for you to finish. Some things you shouldn't have to face alone, a crusty desk sergeant with a secret heart of gold once told me that."

"Thank you."

He arrived early with breakfast. "You look tired." He handed her a coffee and breakfast roll. Kim picked at it, hardly eating anything. She had certainly lost her appetite today.

"I didn't sleep well. I kept thinking about today."

"You don't have anything to prove. Just tell them what happened."

"I know but I am destroying his career."

"No you are not. He did that. It was all him. Don't do this." Adam was suddenly angry and Kim could see him tense up. His shoulders tightened and a dark cloud flitted across his face.

"I know." She knew he was right; this wasn't her fault. "It's just harder than I thought."

He squeezed her hand. "It was never going to be easy. At least you won't have to see him just yet."

"See him?"

"When it goes to court. You have to testify."

"Oh." All the colour drained from Kim's face. She hadn't thought that far ahead. Of course she would have to testify. Could she do it? She had too. If not for herself, for every other woman who was a victim of abuse. If she couldn't do what was right how could she look the next abuse victim she came across at work in the eye and expect her to do the same. "Will you be there?"

"If you want me to be."