After his father's death, Jay starts forgetting which way is up.
Riley wants to be there for him, but is overwhelmed with her fears and the uncertainty of their future together.
Will their relationship be strong enough to overcome all the obstacles...
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Riley had been tossing and turning every night for weeks, unable to sleep. At this point, she barely even remembered the last time she got a good night's sleep. The detective left a note on the counter for her husband, letting him know she went to work as their one year old was still sleeping and she didn't want to bother her.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing here?" Adam asked from his seat as his desk when he saw her walking in.
"Ah, couldn't sleep. What about you? It's 2:00 a.m." She answered, putting down her coat against the back of her chair before walking over to him.
He showed her a stack of paperwork, "The arrest packets from the drug case. Which, luckily for me - maybe you could help me with." Adam spoke hopefully, sending her a small smile.
She rolled her eyes playfully, "Hand 'em over."
"Thank you." He sighed in relief, handing it to her. She walked back to her desk, settling down before he spoke again. "What's going on? Jay snoring? Please tell me he's got some sort of weird thing where he walks in his sleep, some sort of flaw."
Riley chuckled, "Nope. Nope, he's out. Dead to the world. This one is all on me."
"Well, welcome to your evening." Adam cheerfully spoke, earning a low chuckle from Riley.
The two worked on paperwork for most of the night, eventually turning on their radios for some background noise - or maybe they were even hoping to have a reason to head out into the city at night.
"That male, nude, has been spotted at State and Eighth. 22-62, are you in the area?"
"Regrettably, yes, a block over."
"You think that that's that, uh, Tommy J? You remember him? He used to eat Quiznos, strip down, try to break into Harold Washington." Adam asked her, laughing at the memory.
"Only on Wednesdays." She pointed out, laughing along with him.
He pointed at her, still laughing. "I forgot about that part. Only on Wednesdays."
"Fourth request for any available area four detectives. Patrol is still requesting that assist at 53rd and Ada."
"34-20, we got a body on scene?"
"Jesus, the Homicide dicks are lazy." Adam complained, but Riley couldn't help but agree.
"I know, right?"
"That's a negative. No body."
"22-52, can you radio in details from 53rd and Ada?"
"22-52? What do you think? You wanna go get some fresh city air?" Adam asked, grabbing his radio as he stood up. Riley did the same, putting on her coat and grabbing her things to head out.
"I really do."
"22-52, come in."
"Yeah, 50-21 Ida, hold us down on that assist." And with that they were off into the Chicago streets.
