𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

xxxix. adam ruzek. [r.] 💫

requested.
long.
Y/L/N: your last name.

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"You know, you really could just buy an already made salad instead of the individual ingredients?" Adam questioned, holding the door open while you walked under his arm. You both entered the district, deep in a random conversation. They were normal for you two. "Yes, but it's cheaper to buy everything separate. Then I can make more than one salad," you countered, greeting Trudy Platt at her desk as you walked past. "That's true, but if you're lazy, it doesn't matter," Adam said, causing both of you to laugh. You knew he was right. You and Adam had known each other for a few years now, and while you had strong feelings for him, the chemistry you shared as partners was far more important. You both knew you could trust each other. As you settled at your desk, Voight filled everyone in on the tasks for the day. You and Adam had been plain clothes for this case, posing as a couple who owned a nightclub, looking to get into the drug business to boost your location. All you needed from the dealers was a confession, which you were close to getting. You'd set up a meeting with them today and, if all went well, you would be closing the deal.

"'Rach and Ruzek. Get in there and finish this so we can cuff 'em," Voight barked his orders, which used to scare you, but you got to know him so well that it didn't phase you now. You both hopped in an undercover car, making your way to where the deal was to go down. You were confident in your team's ability, but knowing Adam was going to be in there with you gave you comfort on another level. When you arrived, a man outside patted you both down and you entered the building. Your communication earpiece went through undetected. As you both spoke business with the men flashing their guns, you could feel something wasn't right. Adam fought the instinct to ask you what was wrong. He knew you well enough to see it on your face when something bothered you; the telltale sign of you chewing on the inside of your lip showed for only a second. "Take the woman with us, we'll talk to 'em separate. See if their stories line up," one man said, showing you the back room. You had your earpiece, but you didn't have your weapon, so you were going to rely on your hand to hand combat if anything were to go south.

"What are you really doing here? Because you don't look like the kind of person that would want that kind of product in your place," he questioned, his suspicion of you growing. "Look, if you don't trust me and my husband to grow both of these businesses, then we can walk," you told him calmly, keeping yourself from showing fear. He nodded, turning around then leaving. It alarmed you that he still didn't seem to trust you, but you knew Adam would hold his own. "Adam, I think he's--" you noticed your earpiece was missing, and you cursed under your breath. Maybe you didn't put it in all the way and it fell out. You tried to find it in a rush, but your search was unsuccessful. The bad feeling in your stomach grew, and you took out your phone. You and Adam had a code word outside of work that you used for emergencies: amphibian. It was stupid, but it was a long standing joke between you two. "AMPHIB--" before you could finish, you heard the door open, so you sent what you could and put your phone in your pocket. "Your partner is with it, but you have to try some product first," the man told you with a smirk. He knew you would be the real deal if you snorted the cocaine, so you looked to make a decision fast. "I only sell product, I don't do it," you defended, and at that moment, he knew.

"You must think I'm stupid," he pulled his gun from his waistband, and you immediately knocked it from his hand. You both struggled and fought loudly in the room, and could hear Adam yelling for you from outside the room. The man threw a punch so heard it stunned you, making your lip bleed. You wrestled, reaching for the gun weren't close enough to grab it. You grabbed the lightweight chair, hitting him with it before he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. Your head hit the wall so hard, knocking the wind from you, and giving you an instant concussion. You fell to the floor, and your vision caused the room to spin as you saw him pick up the gun. Before he could pull the trigger, the door opened and Adam came to your rescue. You rested on the floor, trying to steady your breathing and focus on not passing out. As the team arrested everyone involved, Adam ran to your side to make sure you were okay. "Berachah, are you okay?" he noticed the blood on you and helped you sit up against the wall. "Adam, thank you," you breathed, the pain making your speech short and quiet.

Outside in the back of the ambulance, you sat on the outside trying to breath with your bruised ribs pushing against your ribcage. Adam came to sit beside you, and you rested your head gently on his shoulder. "I'm starting to get a little sick of always saving your ass," he joked, and you laughed, but said, "ow" immediately after. "But I did it because I care about you so, so much," he confessed quietly, and you felt your heart flutter. "You only did it because you would lose your job if you didn't," you tried to redirect his feelings. You didn't want to mistake his kindness for anything more. Adam took your hand in his own, placing a soft kiss on it. Now, that was the only confirmation you needed. "I'm just bummed we didn't get the confession--" "Berachah, don't worry. I got it on my camera. They got it all."

+ a very long imagine for adam ruzek, because i absolutely love the man w/ my hart & sole. please vote for more!

-a.🦋