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A/N: Thanks for everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter, it means a lot to me. So this chapter we're still going to see Adam struggle with all the decisions that the loss of his father created. There's going to be a little bit of struggle and chaos still but the sun should come out of the clouds soon, Enjoy.

It had been a few weeks since Adam's meeting with the bank manager and he was now sitting at the kitchen table with a variety of legal documents, trying to wort them out.

"Need some help with those?" Kim placed a mug of coffee in front of him and kissed the top of his head.

"I just need some sort of filing system and a place to store them really." These papers were important and he didn't want to lose them.

"I have an old filing box that's been sitting in my office that you can use." She left to get it for him and less than thirty minutes everything was set. "Any other plans for today?" She took a seat next to him and sipped on her coffee.

"I was thinking of going to the house and try to make some sense of all the chaos."

"Want me to help you?" She wasn't sure if he wanted to do it alone or not.

"You don't have to but I'd really like that."

"Let me go change." She smiled at him. The drive was quiet for the most part but Adam talked when he felt the need.

"I'm not even sure what to do with everything."

"You can bring what you don't want at goodwill. I'm sure there's a lot they can do with it."

"Thats's a good idea." And the rest of the ride was quiet again. Adam parked behind his father's truck and he looked at it a few long seconds before he got out of his own truck. "I need to put his truck for sale."

"I can clean it up for you if you want."

"Nah, it's good, I'll do it." She figured she would be greeted with some resistance when it came time to help him out but she hoped it wouldn't be too hard to depart himself from the things. They walked up the stairs and Adam took another moment before walking inside. He hadn't stepped foot in the last time when Kevin had found him on the front porch. Kim linked her fingers with his and gave his hand a gentle squeeze, giving him the strength to unlock the front door. The walked through the mud room and directly in the kitchen

"Where do you want to start first?" She questioned.

"Here is good." She knew he was struggling, his short answers a confirmation of that. She let him go as he opened ever single cupboard door. The pantry was easy to clear. The opened boxes went and everything else was boxed up to bring over to a shelter. Where Adam was having trouble was with the silver wear and dishes, some he remembered from his childhood that were still good.

"I'm sorry this is so hard for you." She wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed between his shoulders.

"It wasn't always easy and pops did his best. There's so many damn memories in here." He banged his hands on the counter out of frustration and Kim simply held onto him tighter.

"We don't have to do everything today Adam, we're in no rush." She wanted so badly to take that pain away from him.

"It's not going to get easier Kim." The sadness was briefly replaced by anger. She took a slight step back but kept her hands on him.

"I know baby but I'm here if you need help, lean on me, get angry at me, cry it out, I can take it, it's okay."

"You shouldn't have to." He turned around to face her, tears in his eyes and anger on his features. "He left me with a big fuck you and I have deal with all of this shit." He yelled.

"It's okay to be angry Adam. It was unexpected and you weren't prepared for any of it." She cupped his cheeks.

"I just want it all to go away, I want to forget about everything." He pulled her to him and his lips were on hers in a second. He pushed his tongue past her lips and guided her so she now had her back against the counter.

"Adam." She panted between two assaults on her lips, Adam sitting her down on the counter and running his hands under her shirt. "Adam stop." She finally managed to get her head to start working, her body simply too weak to push Adam away.

"Please, I need this." He tried kissing her again but she placed both hands on his chest, preventing him from kissing her again.

"It's not going to help you forget Adam, you know that I'm right." She pushed his hands down from under her shirt.

"But pushing me away isn't helping either." He finally fulled away from her out of frustration. "I'll be outside if you need me." He walked away before he said something stupid. Kim jumped at the sound of the front door slamming shut but she took a few deep breaths and hopped off the counter. She pulled her cell out and called the one person who could have some words of wisdom for Adam. "Hey it's Burgess, Adam could really use your help. Yeah, we're at the house. Thanks a lot."She watched Adam through the kitchen window as he moved around driveway, trying to get everything he needed to clean his dad's truck. Kim decided that she would tidy around and make a few loads of wash, figuring she would fill her time while Adam blew off some steam.

Adam walked outside, slamming the door shut behind him. He knew deep down that Kim was right to push him away, his motives not in the right place but he needed to escape the chaos and uncertainty and she had always been a good source of distraction to calm him and wanted no part in it. So he decided to get his distractions elsewhere. He walked in the garage and went in search of something to get his dad's truck in order. He dropped everything unceremoniously next to it and then grabbed plastic bag to empty the contents of it. Some things he kept on the side and other he just threw them out. Then he got the vacuum cleaner and started working on cleaning the inside.

Five minutes had passed when something caught his eye from the side. He turned the vacuum off and looked who it was. Voight's black Escalade stopped in front of the house and he watched him walk towards him and he cursed under his breath. He knew this was Kim's doing and he didn't want to get the lecture that was surely coming.

"Ruzek." Hank smiled at him.

"Boss." He let the vacuum fall on the ground and crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "Whatever you came here to say you're wasting your time."

"Just came to see how you were doing." He pulled his hands out of his pocket and raised them in a sign of peace offering.

"I'm pretty sure Kim told you that already."

"Kim didn't tell me anything. I just know what you're going through and I came to see if you wanted to talk."

"It's not a secret there was bad blood between the two of you, I doubt we have anything to talk about." Hank could see what he was doing but he sure as hell wasn't going to let him get away with it.

"We might have not seen eye to eye on a lot of things Adam but he was damn proud of you and so am I."

"I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be proud of me right now. " He dropped his arms to the sides and leaned against his dad's truck.

"What makes you say that?" He leaned against the truck next to him and slipped his hands in his pockets again.

"No one knows about this but one of the first times I came back here after he died, when we didn't know anything about his wishes. I was starting to feel like it was hopeless but then I found an envelop with my name on it. I was so damn scared to read what was in there but you know the one thing he asked me? What he knew for sure?"

"That he trusted you to do the right thing."

"He wanted me to find Kim and get her back, to fight for her and never let her go."

"He was a wise man." Hank chuckled.

"Well I haven't exactly been an upstanding man with her lately." He looked towards the house, knowing she was in there, trying to sort some things he knew that he couldn't just yet.

"She get's it Adam and I know for a fact that you're probably mad as hell with yourself for acting like less than a man with her but whatever you're feeling, you'll keep feeling that way for a while."

"I just want it to stop hurting and I want to go back to my life and just move forward."

"You have to go through all of the emotions that you're feeling right now Adam, you can't hide from them." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. What he was about to tell Adam he hadn't breathed a word of it to anyone since Camille's funeral. "When Camille died, I fell to my lowest. I had lost the one person I loved more than life itself and I didn't know how to deal with it. I could barely take care of Justin and I kept pushing away every person who tried to help. But you know who didn't give up on me?" Adam had an inkling about the answer but shook his head and he waited for his sargent to spill it. "Alvin and Trudy." He sighed. "If it hadn't been for them, I would have fallen in the abyss and drowned in it."

"And what did they do to pull you out of it?"

"They never gave up on me and refused to let me push them away. I see them in Kevin and in Kim."

"I'm just afraid that she'll get tired of it and walk away."

"Than you don't know Kim Burgess as much as you think you do." Voight clapped his hand on Adam's shoulder.

"I know she's pretty amazing but I'm know she had her limit too."

"You know Adam, you don't have to be married for better or worst to start. Give yourself a chance to grieve and your friends are there to have your back no matter what, never forget that."

"I won't." He extended his hand and Voight shook it.

"My door is always open if you need anything."

"Thanks Sarge." He watched him go and he finished working on the truck while trying to figure out how he'd apologize to Kim yet again.

When Kim was done with what dirty clothes she found, she washed the bed linens in both rooms and she hung the blankets on the cord outside. That's when she noticed Adam and Voight leaning against his father's truck, talking. She watched them a few seconds in silence and then returned inside to continue some cleaning. She refused to throw anything out but trying to put a bit more order would no doubt help Adam down the road. She was in the living room when she finally heard the front door open and close.

"Darling?"

"In here." She yelled, continuing what she was doing. Adam walked towards the centre of the house and found Kim putting order in his dad's living room. He knew she didn't have to do that but Voight's words were stuck in his head.

"Thank you." He leaned against the doorframe, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"No need to thank me baby." She folded a blanket on the back of the couch and smiled at him.

"I do." He took a deep breath and let it out. "For still putting up with my crap and my roller coster emotions from the beginning."

"It's going to take much more than that to push me away Adam Ruzek."

"For better or for worst."

"That's right." She grinned, walking towards him. "I'm glad he could help." She ran her hands against his arms.

"You have a crystal ball I don't know about?" He pulled her to him.

"Maybe." She winked at him. "So what do you want to do next?"

"I want to get out of here." He looked over her head. "I'm not quite ready to do this."

"I can work with that. So what do you want to do?"

"Grab a lunch and relax with you at home."

"I can work with that too." She kissed him. "Now come on, I'm starving." She pulled him with her and let him walk through the door, locking behind them. Adam put the car in reverse and he and Kim went on with their day, just the two of them.

A/N: So I've been toying with the idea of using Voight more in this story because I've seen a relationship evolve between him and Adam this season (although not always healthy) and I want to be able to work with it and create another someone he can lean on. I hope you guys liked it and please take a few seconds to review before you go, your thoughts mean a lot to me. - Sarra