Adam was standing outside the church greeting people almost like he was on autopilot. Most of them he didn't know, but they knew his Dad and that was good enough for him. They just kept coming and he just kept forcing himself to smile. Uniforms were multiplying by the minute. Cops, Fire fighters and Paramedics, low ranking and high they were all there.

His eyes kept scanning the growing crowd and finally he relaxed when he saw her. Together with the rest of his team and Platt they made their way towards him, every single one of them in Full Dress Uniform. Kim stood back while he accepted their hugs and handshakes. He reached for her hand when it was her turn and pulled her closer. He didn't care who was watching. Kim stood on her toes and kissed him softly and then wiped a stray tear from his cheek. She didn't care either.

"I was worried you weren't going to make it."

"Sorry. It was a crazy morning. We are all here now." She went to move away to let him continue with the queue of mourners behind her but he pulled her to the side. "Stay." So she linked her arm through his and held him as he continued tyring to smile through his pain.

He looked over as the hearse pulled up and let out a long slow shaky breath. Kim squeezed his arm. "I won't be far away." She whispered and slipped in ahead of the procession.

As she joined Intelligence in one of the pews Erin reached for her hand. "He okay?" she asked and Kim nodded just as a funeral attendant tapped her on the shoulder. "Mr Ruzek requested that you sit with him." He whispered and offered her his hand. Kim looked quickly at Erin who urged her to go.

Kim only glanced at him once as he followed his Father's coffin down the aisle; he was flanked by his Aunt and Uncle and his head was bowed. By the slump of his shoulders Kim knew he was barely even aware of anything around him. As they came to a stop he rested one hand on the casket briefly before taking his seat beside Kim. He reached for her hand and rested their entwined hands in her lap and stole a quick look at her. He was relieved that he had someone to hold on to.

They hadn't had another conversation about their relationship since the night his father died. Kim was trying not to let it overwhelm her, the fact he seemed to be going back to square one. Her fears that he wasn't able to commit were feeling real again, just when she had convinced herself that it was all a misunderstanding and miscommunication. What could she expect though? They were sharing a bed, but little else. It was comforting, they were providing comfort and support for each other but they stopped short of anything else. Why would you contemplate anything else, like marriage when you hadn't even figured out if you could actually be together?

As the service wore on he reached into his pocket and pulled out his Eulogy, nervously folding it and refolding it in his hands. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes briefly before making his way to the front of the church. Suddenly all the faces swam in front of him.

"My Dad." He started carefully. "He was a bit of an enigma. Even to me. There were those that hated him…" he paused. "And those that loved him. I'm one of the latter obviously." A slight ripple of laughter echoed through the church. "I probably made it hard for him though. I know lately I haven't been particularly loveable but he didn't give up on me." The piece of paper remained folded in his hands. "He told me once he chose the beat he did so that he could be my father. So he could come home to me everyday. So he did, and would take me to my games and watch me fall on my arse week in week out but he still turned up. He was probably disappointed that I was never going to be the hockey champion he hoped for but that didn't matter to him."

"I remember when I had my first date. I think I was 14 and he offered to drive me to pick her up and take us to the movies. Only problem was he took an extra shift so he turned up in a Patrol car, with his partner. I am not sure if the girl's father was impressed or frightened. Was I a good kid or was I a delinquent? Probably a bit of both and when you are 14 and hoping to get a little bit of action, and by that I mean maybe a kiss or two and maybe some over the sweater action, the back of a Patrol car is not conducive to teenage romance. I don't think I even held her hand. Either way we only had one date." He paused again as the congregation laughed.

"I was proud of him. I was proud of the cop he was and I will never forget the day I told him that I had made it into the Academy and how happy he was. Each week he would call me and make sure I was doing okay, that I was not slacking off and he would drill me on what I had learnt that week. All I wanted to do was be like him. All he wanted was for me to be more successful than him because that showed him that he'd done a good job as a father. I'd like to think he did although I think quite a few people I work with beg to differ some days." He looked over at the Intelligence Unit and even Voight smiled.

"My Dad wasn't perfect. He always said what was on his mind, good bad or indifferent. Often his filter was turned off. I think many people here found that out the hard way. Despite that he was as loyal as dog. He taught me that too. He taught me to be loyal to those you love; sometimes they do things that disappoint you but that doesn't mean you should turn your back on them. Always stop to pick up someone you care about if they fall, always stop to pick someone up if they need it." For a brief moment he felt like he was just talking to Kim. From the corner of his eye he could see staring at her hands.

"He worried about me everyday just as I worried everyday of my childhood and even as an adult that one day he wouldn't come home. A couple of days ago that became a reality, he's not coming home. So now I am left to walk through life without my Dad beside me. He won't get to hold his first grandchild." Somewhere he heard a gasp. "Not that there is any news there, just to let you all know." He added quickly as he smiled a little in Kim's direction "There are a lot of things he won't get to do and there are a lot of things I'll miss sharing with him. But there is one thing that he'll always know is that I love him, and I am who I am because of him. Pops." His eyes glazed over a little as he looked at the casket, draped in the Chicago PD flag with his service hat sitting atop and a single red rose from his garden. His voice hitched in his throat and he choked out his final words. "Thank you for teaching me how to walk like a man."

It would lucky if there was a dry eye in the house. Certainly as he sat back down beside Kim she was crying. He leant on her while he listened to his Uncle talk about their childhood. He watched as his Dad's partner folded the flag before he handed it to him. He passed it to his Aunt before he stood up and took his spot at the front of the casket and took his father's weight on his shoulder one last time.

Kim stood back as Adam's family followed them out of the church. She was flanked by Intelligence as she exited the church and they joined the gathered crowd of Police in forming a guard of honour as the hearse left. Bob's desire was to be cremated privately and Adam stood silently and watched him leave.

Erin linked her arm through Kim's. "He did so well." They were watching Adam talking to some of his father's colleagues and they could tell he was trying hard to be stoic. They had seen that look on his face a lot lately; he had always tried to put on a brave, stoic face when Kim was around especially since she hooked up with Roman. It was a well-rehearsed mask and he had it on today.

"He did. He was so nervous and wrote so many drafts and then I don't think he even looked at it."

Rather than go back to his father's house the wake was being held at Molly's. Thanks to Herrmann, Otis and Gabby they had offered up the bar. They had no idea how many people were going to turn up and at least they didn't have to worry about running out of booze. They had organised some catering and they had made sure that Adam didn't have to worry about a thing.

He asked Kim to come with him in the car. They hadn't really had a moment alone all day and he had only talked to her early that morning before she went to work.

Adam leant into her and kissed her as soon as the door closed. "Thank you." He rested his head on her forehead.

"You did so well. That was perfect. Your Dad would be so proud of you." Kim's hands on his cheeks were comforting. "It was beautiful."

"There were a lot of people there, hey?"

"Yep. Your Dad was pretty popular, like you."

"I know I was asking a lot of you, I know I have asked you for so much in the last few days but I couldn't do it without you. I couldn't imagine being alone right now but please let me know if it gets too much for you."

"Adam. Whatever you need. Whenever you need it. You've been there for me, through so much. Let me repay the favour. Let me pick you up for a change." They way he looked at her she realised that perhaps he didn't really remember what he had said standing up at the front of the Church about picking people up that you care about. "You are not alone. Not anymore."

The crowd was already pretty big and the noise hit them as soon as they opened the door. Adam got lost in the throng as those who hadn't the chance to talk to him at the Church sought him out. Kim made her way through the crowd to where Intelligence were gathered. "How's he doing?" Al slipped an arm over her shoulder and kissed her temple.

"He's okay. He's pretty overwhelmed with how many people are here."

"And you?"

"I'm okay. It's hard watching him go through all this." She smiled sadly. "I'm just trying to be there for him like he was for me."

"You're doing good."

It wasn't until the crowd started to thin out that Adam made his way over to his team and thanked them for coming. He looked a lot more relaxed with them they he had all afternoon. His Aunt came over and whispered in Adam's ear, Kim saw his face darken and he excused himself quickly.

She grabbed Kim by the elbow and told her quietly that his Step Mother was outside. They found Adam on the pavement and the exchange was far from friendly and it was starting to draw a bit of a crowd. His Uncle was trying to get him to come back inside but Kim could see by the wild look in his eyes that he was having none of it.

"Adam." She placed her hand on his arm and he snatched it away roughly making Kim jump a little. "Adam." Kim reached for him again. "Baby come on, come inside."

He paused for a moment and looked at Kim. "Come inside. Please."

"Not until she leaves." He seethed before turning back towards the woman. "Get the fuck out of my life. You made my life hell, you tried to turn my Dad against me so don't come here acting all fucking sorry now."

"I loved your Dad."

"I don't fucking care. I don't want you here; I don't need you here. I don't need you to care about me now, I needed someone to care when I was twelve."

"Adam Baby." Kim tried again when she could see him getting more and more agitated. "Adam, you're scaring me."

Suddenly he stopped, he turned his head and he saw the look of fear on Kim's face and bought him back from the edge. "What?"

"Come on, come with me." She talked softly to him, touching his face gently and could see that she was finally getting through to him. Kim put her arm around his waist and pulled him closer and she led him away although she could feel the agitation and tenseness coursing through him. He didn't want to go back inside just yet and face everyone so they walked down the street in silence. Kim held his hand tightly until he stopped fighting against her.

They found a low fence and Adam sat down heavily, Kim stood between his legs and let him fall against her, burying his head into her stomach as he wept. "Baby, it's okay." Kim cradled his head.

"I'm sorry." He lifted his head and looked at Kim. She wiped the tears from his cheeks with her thumbs.

"I'm sorry if I scared you."

"I wasn't scared of you I was scared for you. I know how much you are hurting."

"I feel like everyone I love either doesn't love me or leaves me." As he spoke she could feel the physical pain he was in, it was seeping out of him. "What's wrong with me?"

"There is nothing wrong with you. Look at all those people in there." She pointed back towards the pub. "They are all here for you."

"They are here for my Dad."

"The entire Intelligence Unit is not here for your Dad Adam, they are here for you. Do you think 51 are here for your Dad? They didn't know him; they are here for you. You're high school buddies are here, for you. Half of the 21st are here for you. So many people love you. Don't forget I had your phone the other day, I know how many people want to help you and care about you."

"You left me."

"Oh Sweetheart, please not now. You know that I love you, so much."

Eventually he nodded. "I do." He stood up and wiped his hands over his face. "We should get back." He grabbed her hand. Kim doubted that this conversation was over, but it was for now. He was reeling and she was determined to hang on.

Al pulled her aside when they got back to the Pub. Adam seemed to shake off the incident and tried to get through the rest of the afternoon. "Is he okay?"

"Al, he really needs people to step up for him right now. He's so lost and thinks that people don't love him or are always leaving him. I hate this for him. Can you spend some time with him? He looks up to you like a father."

"You don't even have to ask." He enveloped her in a hug. "We are all in this with him."

"I know that. He doesn't right now though."

Al promised her that they would all catch up with him over the next few days. She was back on Afternoon shift tomorrow for the next couple of days so they hatched a plan to surround him for the next little while just until he got his feet back under him again.

It was late when they finally made it home. Adam had pulled back on the drinking later in the afternoon, much to Kim's surprise. She was fully prepared to be wrangling a very drunk Adam into bed later that night. "Can you stay?" he asked her as they left his Dad's house. Once everything had wrapped up at Molly's they had headed back with his family for dinner.

"If you want me to."

"I know I was a little bit of a dick today. I shouldn't have laid that on you when you were just trying to help."

"I've already forgotten about it."

"I'm sorry." He closed his eyes as she drove. "I am shot to bits."

"You look tired." Kim slipped a hand behind his neck and massaged it lightly. "You did good today."

"Yeah. Can't say I ever want to do it again." He rolled his head to the side so he could look at Kim. She was watching the road and for a moment he just drank her in. She looked tired too and he wanted to make sure when they got home that she got a chance to rest also. Kim had been everything he needed lately. "It was good to see so many people hey?"

"It was."

"Al has invited himself for dinner tomorrow night." Adam chuckled. "He seems to have forgotten about my limited domestic ability."

"Hmmm…" Kim turned the corner into his street. "That's good."

"I feel like a special needs project. Did you have anything to do with that?" A faint hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth.

"Maybe."

"Well I am not sure if I should feel offended or grateful."

"You should feel loved."