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"is that . . . are you calling me old, detective?" he blinked at the cop once, twice, three times before shaking his head. "we're the same age. —we're the same age, right? isn't a senpai like a sensei? someone older and wiser that you look up to? you know what? i'm just going to take it as a compliment. thank you kim burgess, i am wiser than you, thanks for noticing. —but whatever you want, the answer is still no."

watching anna and lilly run around on the soccer field, she was happy their kids were out and about. active and loving the same sport she did, lilly even scored a goal earlier. she is however, a little less happy about the weather. after playing soccer herself for so many years, one would think she was a little better about it. or at least knew how to dress herself, and not just the kids before going to a game. but her raincoat was hanging in the dry hallway at home, and an umbrella . . . did they even own one ? if they didn't, they should definitely get one. or two. there is a small sound as hand curl around her biceps, pulling her and suddenly the rain isn't hitting her anymore. a little bit of relief, looking over at kim, and she really can't help the kinda sheepish smile. maybe she didn't know her in college, or generally earlier in life, but even as a mom she never really got everything worked out. she didn't have all her ducks in a row. they were kinda scattered, all over the place and without direction. " thanks, " it's a low murmur, shoulder lightly bump against hers before eyes drift back to the kids on the field. " i didn't think it was gonna get this bad today. hopefully they won't be coming down with a cold after the match, "

the ambulance is taking the girl away, scared, beaten and bruised, but alive. and the coroner is taking the guy away. beaten and bruised, a bullet through the heart. sometimes, there was a way of talking them down. to get everyone out of the situation alive, but sometimes, sometimes it just turned out this way. sometimes there just wasn't anything more they could do. they saved a life however. something good came out of it, and that was the most important part. bringing some form of justice to the four girls before this one, it felt good. " you know, " her voice is soft as she looks over at the brunette, hint of a smile upon features. she really like her. not just because she seemed to be good at her job, but she had heart. drive. good instincts. " if you ever find yourself curious, you should give me a call. we could use someone like you in washington, "

ruzek and burgess were the only two left in intelligence that morning. atwater and upton were undercover, halstead and lindsay took mouse to follow up on a lead, decotis was on breakfast duty for platt, the dawsons were . . . well, adam didn't really know what those two were doing. the urge to makeout with his fiancé was strong, but he had too much respect for the intelligence unit for that. so he placed his hand on kim's knee instead. "hey," he said, pulling her out of that pretty little head of hers with a kiss on the cheek. "as soon as al gets here, we'll head out."

anguish    feels    as    vast    as    the    ocean  .    it    feels    murky    and    rough    like    the    crush    of    the    waves    at    high    tide  .    it    feels    bloodcurdling  ,    it    feels    harrowing  ,    like    a    swift    bullet    is    lodged    in    the    center    of    your    heart    —    your    most    vital    organ    resisting    to    beat  .    digits    quiver    over    the    keyboard  :    kim    got    shot  .    it's    still    touch    and    go  .    the    beat    of    your    heart  ,    the    curve    of    your    smile  :    snatched    from    the    team  .    stripped    from    you  .    it’s    midnight    and    you’re    still    at    the    district    ,    you’re    still    heaving    yourself    into    your    work    to    avoid    going    back    to    the    hospital  ,    to    avoid    the    fear    that    grows    in    the    pit    of    your    stomach    like    mold  .

sigh    escapes    maw    at    the    sound    of    heavy    footfalls    ascending    steps  .         it’s    probably    trudy  ,    again  .     baby    blues    shift    and    bottom    lip    hovers  ,    quivering  ,    at    the    sight  .    brunette    stands  ,    still  ,    hand    aiding    stitched    gunshot    wound    in    torso  .    stupefied    look    occupies    features    for    a    moment    and    she    remains    frozen  ,    for    only    a    moment    .

arms    slender    and    strong    envelope    the    woman    who    means    everything    to    her  .    the    woman    she    nearly    lost    in    the    mere    blink    of    an    eye  .          ❛ ❛      what    are    you    doing    here  ?    you    should    still    be    at    the    hospital  ,    you    should    be    —         ❜ ❜              words    fail    her  ,    they’re    not    enough    to    convey    how    she    feels  .    but    affection    is  .         but    lips    in    a    firm    press    to    hers    conveys    everything  .         hands    move    to    cup    cheeks  ,    tongue    flicking    against    bottom    lip  ,    begging    for    entrance  .          ❛ ❛      i    didn’t    think    i    was    ever    going    to    see    you    again  .     ❜ ❜              she    is    breathless  ,    forehead    against    forehead  ,    breath    warm    against    maw    before    the    need    for    another    kiss    commands    actions    again    —    the    tilt    of    her    head  ,    the    curve    of    her    lips  ,    the    soft    embrace  .    this    is    love  .

earthquakes  rarely  happened  in  chicago  &  even  when  they  did  it  was  never  on  the  type  of  scale  los  angeles  was  running  on.  minor  property  damage,  a  few  shaken  residents,  an  uptick  in  calls  to  911,  some  non-life-threatening  injuries   ──  never  this.  the  city  that  often  bounced  back  on  its  own  was  left  in  darkness  &  disorientation  as  night  rolled  in  &  the  remnants  of  the  latest  aftershock  faded  to  nothing  but  a  distant  nightmare.