Chapter 5 - Interrupted

Knowing she was in the locker room, Adam jogged down the steps from Intelligence with purpose. He had one thing on his mind and one thing only. He wanted to kiss her. He pushed through the locker room doors, a smile spreading across his face the moment he saw her. Adam took Kim by the hand and led her behind the lockers where they wouldn't be seen. Even though their relationship wasn't a secret, they still liked to keep the public displays of affection at work to a minimum.

"Come here," he said. "I got a genius idea."

"Yeah?" Adam kissed her hard and fast. "What?"

"Come over for dinner tonight."

"I can't. I have to see my sister. Her cat is touch and go."

"Again?" Adam asked, not believing the story. "Come on, that cat, he's faking it for sympathy, I'm telling you. Come on over, I'm going to cook for you."

"Since when do you cook?"

"You ever had fetuccine alfredo?"

"Not since high school."

"I've got a secret recipe."

"Ok," she said, letting the word linger in the air.

"Extra cream." He said. Kim laughed, not quite sure if he was joking. "See, I like that smile."

"Yummy."

"You coming over?"

Kim began to back up, knowing she had to get back to work. Adam couldn't help but feel like she was trying to get away from him, even though he knew that she had a job to do. He would have liked a few minutes of privacy with her.

"The cat," she said. "I'll call you."

"Don't call. Just come over."

Adam watched her walk out of sight. He headed back up to Intelligence, determined to have a quiet, romantic evening with Kim even if he had to drive to her sister's house and drag her out with him.

Adam stood at the stove in his apartment, and dipped his finger into the alfredo sauce he was making. He tasted it. It was perfection. He did a little spin, pumped that his meal was turning out better than he planned. He started slicing small tomatoes to throw into the salad he was making. He stopped when he heard a knock at the door. He smiled. After not hearing from Kim for the rest of the afternoon, Adam wasn't sure if she was going to show up or not. He was very glad that she did. After taking off his apron, he went to the door and opened it.

"Hello beautiful lady," he said. He stopped when to his surprise, he saw Olinsky standing there at his door and not Kim. "Hey Al."

"I need a place to crash. Just for a few days."

"Oh…ah…"

"Thanks man."

"Yeah," Adam said, not sure what was going on. He was even more surprised when a teenage girl followed Olinsky into his apartment.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," Adam replied.

"So…ah…where do I sleep?" She asked.

"Ah…well…"

"How about Michelle takes the bedroom? You and me can rough it on the couches," Olinsky suggested.

"Yeah, there's only one couch."

"We'll figure it out," Olsinky said.

"Is this fettuccine alfredo?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah," Adam answered. He didn't know what was happening. One minute he was waiting for Kim and the next minute he had two house guests.

"I love fettuccine alfredo."

"Oh," Adam said. He didn't know how to politely say that it wasn't for them to share.

Adam turned when he heard the sound of high heels coming his way. Kim appeared in the doorway, a bottle of wine in her hand. She looked incredible in a sleeveless black dress with her hair and makeup done. She was drop dead gorgeous.

"Oh," she said, startled as she walked into the apartment.

"Hey baby," Adam welcomed her.

Kim looked around, not sure what was going on.

"Hi," she said.

Adam walked over to Kim and put his arm around her. She eyed him suspiciously, not sure what she had walked into.

"You're hot," Michelle commented.

"Michelle," Olinsky scolded.

"What? She is."

"Let's go get you settled," Olinsky said. "We'll give these two a minute."

Olinsky picked up Michelle's bag and walked off to Adam's bedroom. Michelle reluctantly followed.

"What the hell, Adam?" Kim asked as soon as Olinsky and Michelle were out of earshot. She put the wine she brought on the kitchen counter.

"I'm sorry, they just showed up. Like literally just showed up. Olinsky said they needed a place to stay."

"And you say yes?"

"Well, not exactly. I didn't really say anything. They sorta barged in, but he's my partner, babe. What was I supposed to do?"

"So you'd be totally cool if Roman showed up at my door and asked to crash at my place?" She questioned.

"Well, that's different."

"How is that different?"

"Because he's a guy and you are a very attractive woman."

Adam tried to snake his arm around her waist, but she pushed him off.

"This is not happening," she stated.

"What's not happening?"

"You, me, Olinsky, and…and the mystery teenager having dinner together. It's not happening."
"Ok. But the mystery teenager is right…you are smoking hot."

Kim rolled her eyes. She would love to say that Adam's flattery wasn't getting him anywhere, but it did feel nice to be complimented. It was rare that she got all dressed up and she was glad he noticed.

"I'm going to go to my sister's," Kim said.

"No. The cat is fine. I want to spend tonight with you."

"Not with them around."

"Then I'll…I'll tell them to get lost," Adam told her.

Kim sighed. "No. Don't. You're right, Adam he's your partner." She took a step closer to him and put her hands on his chiseled chest. She pouted her lips and looked into his eyes. "I just…I got all dressed up and I was hoping tonight would be…you know…special."

"You are killing me, woman."

She smiled devilishly, her bright red lipstick making her that much more sultry. If Adam could have taken her right there in the kitchen, he would have, fettuccine alfredo be damned.

"Let's go to my place," she suggested. "We can leave them here and pick up takeout on the way."

Adam shook his head. "No."
"You really want to sit down and have dinner with the four of us?"

"No. With you looking like that, I'm taking you out."

"And then?"

"And then…we'll figure something out."

Adam wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss. Olinsky cleared his throat from behind them. Adam and Kim immediately broke apart like two caught teenagers.

"Sorry if we ruined your night," Olinsky said.

"No sweat," Adam said. "Look, why don't you two get yourselves settled. There's dinner on the stove. Kim and I are going to…ah…go out."

Before anyone could say another word, Adam grabbed Kim's hand and they practically ran out the door.

"Where are we going?" Kim asked once they were in the hallway.

"Anywhere away from them. Besides, I've got an idea."

Adam didn't say a word as they exited the building and got in Adam's car. He drove them into the city. Kim didn't question him. She kind of liked the spontaneous side of Adam.

About twenty minutes later, Adam pulled up in front of a fancy Italian restaurant. He got out of the car, handing the keys to the valet. Before he could make his way to her door to open it for her, Kim climbed out of the car.

"Adam, this place is really nice. They're not going to be able to seat us on a Friday night without a reservation."

"Trust me," he said. He took her hand and they walked in together. The concierge was an attractive twenty-something blonde. She smiled a little too broadly when she saw Adam walk in.

"Welcome to Andino's," she said. "Do you have a reservation?"

"No," Adam answered.

Her smile immediately disappeared. "Oh, I'm sorry, sir, we are completely booked tonight."

"Look, I invited my fiancé to my place tonight for a romantic dinner. Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. So, here she is, looking beautiful, and all I want to do is spend some time with her with a good meal and a good drink. Think you can help me out?"

"I'm sorry, sir," the hostess apologized. "We're booked. Perhaps you can try the Olive Garden down the street."

"Come on, Adam, let's go," Kim said, tugging on his hand.

"We're friends of Hank Voight."

The woman's smile immediately returned. "Just give me a minute." She walked away.

"How did you know to use Voight's name?" Kim asked.

"Voight always said he helped out a guy in this place years ago. Said if you mentioned his name, you'd get top-rate service."

"Then why have we never been here before?" She asked.

He shrugged. "I was saving it for a rainy day."

The woman returned. She picked up two menus.

"Right this way," she said.

She led them to a small booth in the back of the restaurant. It was dimly light with two candlesticks glowing in the middle. Kim slid into the booth with Adam right behind her. The woman handed them each a menu. Before they even had a chance to open them, a waiter appeared with a bottle of wine.

"We didn't order any wine yet," Adam told him.

"Gift from the manager," the waiter explained. "He told me to tell you that any friend of Hank Voight's is a friend of ours."

"Thank you," Adam said as the waiter poured them the wine. He left the bottle at their table in an ice bucket. Kim opened the menu and began looking it over.

"So…how long do you think Al and the mystery teenager will be staying with you?" Kim asked.

"I don't know. He didn't say."

"Oh."

"I told you, I can have them make other arrangements."

"No, it's ok. Here's your partner. But any idea who the girl is?"
Adam shook his head. "No. And it wasn't like Al was very forthcoming with information. But, let's forget about them and just celebrate having this night to ourselves."

"Ok," Kim agreed.

"Cheers," Adam said, picking up his glass.

"Cheers."

"So, can we talk about more important things? Like how hot you are in that dress."

"Well, it was either wear this and see you or throw on sweatpants and go to my sister's."

"I'm very glad you chose me."

"Me too."

The waiter came and took their order. They each ordered fettuccine alfredo. They spent the evening talking about enjoying each other. Adam couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was constantly reminded how lucky he was.

"What?" She said as they were finishing their shared dessert. It was tiramisu.

"What what?"

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful," he said. He leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"You really are hoping you'll get laid tonight, aren't you?"

"I'd be lying if I said no," he said with a smirk.

"You are really something, Adam Ruzek."

"Come on, let's go out of here."

After paying the bill, Adam and Kim left the restaurant. Adam drove down the road a few blocks before pulling into a parking lot.

"What are you doing?" Kim asked. "This is a hotel."

"Exactly."

"Adam, I have a perfectly good apartment where we can…"

He leaned over the center console and kissed her long and hard. When they parted, they were both left wanting more.

"I don't think I can wait that long, can you?" He asked.

They scrambled out of the car. Adam quickly gave his name to the man at the front desk. Kim was surprised to find they had a reservation. She was even more surprised when the man congratulated them. If the fact that they had no luggage was surprising, he didn't show it. Kim had no idea what was going on, but she didn't care. They made their way to the room on the fourth floor. When Adam opened the door, they were greeted with rose petals on the bed and a bottle of wine chilled on the desk.

"What is going on?" She asked.

"I might have called ahead from the restaurant and told them we were celebrating our first wedding anniversary," he said.

Kim laughed. "This is too much."

"Yeah, well, the owner of the hotel is another friend of Voight's."

"I guess Voight's a good man to know."

"Mhmm."

They walked into the room together holding hands. Before the door even closed, Adam had swept Kim off her feet.

Author's Note: I always wish they had done more with the scene of Kim walking in on Olinsky and Michelle crashing at Adam's. Anyway, I hope I did the scene justice!