What was that?

Hope?

He wasn't sure because he hadn't felt hope for a long time. His skin still tingled and he closed his hand, trying to hold onto that feeling. If that's what it was.

Even if it was an accident, it still gave him hope. It had too because that was all he had. Surely if he felt that lightening bolt she did too. He wanted to ask her, chase her down the stairs and ask her but he couldn't. They had a job to do, and they were about to head out and he needed to gear up and get his mind back on the job.

Adam took a deep breath, shook his head and turned his focus to the job in front of him.

It was one of the longest days of his life. The energy it took to focus on the job sucked the life out of him and he barely made it through one beer at Molly's before calling it a night. Mouse, god love him grilled him on his inability to snap out of his funk. "Mouse, just fuckin' drop it." He growled. "It's not happening any time soon."

Especially now, because he had the faintest sliver of hope.

But she hadn't called. Checking his phone for what seemed like the thousandth time. Adam had told her that she needed to figure out what she wanted and when she did she had his number. How long did he wait until he called her? How long did she need?

Perhaps Kim was already sitting with Roman, in his corner of the couch laughing at how pathetic he was. He shook his head, trying desperately to dispel the image that had infiltrated his mind of them together.

Adam looked at his hand, the hand that she had brushed past today as he tried to recall the feeling that rifled through him. He had felt that before, that feeling of being hit by lightening. It was the first time they had sex, when finally all the dancing around, flirting and lusting had all crashed together. That night he felt like he had been struck by lightening and he knew she did too.

He had to hang onto that hope.

He grabbed a beer from his fridge. Cocking his head to one side he smiled slightly. He really did need to do some shopping; beer and half eaten pizza shouldn't be the only things in a grown man's fridge. Well there was that damn packet of Tim Tam's but he couldn't bring himself to eat those either. He'd driven half way across town looking for those.

Finally he found a game on TV and for a while that allowed him to tune out. Until his phone rang. Grabbing it quickly his face fell when he saw it was Voight, he was needed back a work. They'd caught a case. At least it would take his mind off everything. It would take his mind off Kim and why she hadn't called. Hopefully it would stop him losing that faintest sliver of hope.

He was rifling through his locker for a clean shirt. He knew that he had left one in here at some point. They had been out all night and he'd grabbed a shower and was quickly getting dressed again before heading back to his desk to continue with this case. Halstead was out picking up some breakfast for them. It had been a long cold night and the bone chilling cold had seeped into him but he didn't mind that, it proved to him that he could still feel something other than heartache.

Kim stopped in her tracks as she barrelled through the door, she was already late. Adam was just pulling on his t-shirt and she caught a glimpse of that body that she knew so well. That small little scar on his back and her hand twitched slightly at the thought of running her fingers over it. She contemplated sneaking back out before he saw her but then she was already late and Platt would ream her if she didn't get downstairs.

Adam caught her out of the corner of his eye. "Hey." He tried to sound casual, but he felt anything but. "Morning."

"Morning." she repeated, ducking behind her open locker door trying to hide the faint smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Adam closed his locker and zipped up his hoodie. He paused for just a moment, not knowing whether to speak or not. "Have a good day."

Kim looked at him and he noticed the bruise on her face, just below her left eye. A lump caught in his throat. She was hurt, when did she get hurt and why didn't he know that? "What happened to your face?" Before he could stop himself he took two quick steps and was in front of her. He rested a hand on her cheek and his thumb rubbed lightly over the red mark. "You okay?"

For just a second she let the feeling of him touching her face wash over her before taking a small step back. "Ah boxing class."

Adam chuckled. "You always worried that someone was going to miss the pads one day."

Kim smiled lightly at him. "Yeah. It's not too bad though."

The silence was deafening and comforting. "Ruzek." he heard Halstead call down the hall.

Adam squeezed her on the arm lightly before leaving.