EDIT: This has now become a collection of one shots about the lovely pair, Ruzek and Burgess. If you want, you can suggest any prompt for them in the reviews. I can't promise I'll write them but I'll sure try!
In which a single Adam Ruzek meets for the first time Kim Burgess, who's new in town, at Molly's.
One shot based on The Lumineers' song "Classy Girls" because I love them and I'm obsessed with this beautiful song! If you want to check it out: /IPuYitzNpag
It's not proofread because I was so eager to upload it (lol) and English is not my first language so there might be mistakes. Sorry in advance!
I DO NOT OWN CHICAGO PD NOR ITS CHARARCTERS. ALSO, I DO NOT OWN THE SONG.
Classy Girls
After her second shift of her new job in Chicago, Burgess decided she had to try and make friends. She would have to call Chicago her home now, since she moved from her hometown, Milwaukee, the week before. She knew no one in the city, and few of her new colleague had mentioned to her they usually hung out at a bar, called Molly's if she remembered right, so there she was in the ladies' bathroom of the precinct, getting ready to go there and make friends. She put on a light layer of mascara and eyeliner, loosened her hair, brushed them with her hands and stared at her reflection in the mirror for a while, checking everything was okay. Then she put her things in the purse and got out, finding her was to the main exit. She said goodbye her Sergeant, Ms. Platt, and got out, adjusted her scarf and coat so that they fully covered her neck. It was only the end of October but it was already cold outside and, even if she was used to the weather of the North, she also got sore throats easily.
When she finally found the bar, she stopped outside for a while, now not sure it was a good idea. She cursed under her breath for being always so insecure, inhaled deeply and pushed the door open.
Adam Ruzek was the typical Chicago cop striving to become part of the Intelligence Unit. That night he was driving his was to Molly's, just like many of his colleagues. The bar hadn't been opened a long time before, but he'd heard voices about it being run by some Chicago Firefighters, one of them being Detective Antonio Dawson's sister. The Detective's presence was one of the reasons why Adam was there in the first place, the others being the good price of beer for both firefighters and police officers, and the massive presence of friends.
When he entered the bar, he noticed many familiar faces and waved at them. Then her saw her standing near the counter. He didn't know her and by the way she was glancing around like a fish out of water he could tell she was definitely new in the bar and maybe in town too. He was inexplicably drawn to her.
"Hello, how do you do?" Adam tried as she went next to her. She gave him a quick, shy glance and then looked away.
Right then, the bartender came and put her order before her, interrupting the conversation between the two strangers before it even started.
Adam figured he might order something as well, so he smiled at the girl and pointed at her drink.
"I'll have that, too" the bartender nodded and just as he disappeared, the mysterious lady handed him the beer.
"Take it, I'll wait for the other one!"
"Thanks, then" she smiled as Adam took the beer from her hand after a moment of hesitation. He grinned back and tilted the bottle a little, so that he could read the beer's brand without spilling it. There was a red kangaroo on a blue background. He recognized it immediately as Foster's Lager. Well, she has good taste in beer.
"I'm Adam. Ruzek. Good choice, by the way" he lifted the bottle.
"Kim. Burgess. Nice to meet you" she said, smiling back at him. He was handsome, she noticed, really observing his face then for the first time.
"What brings you here tonight?"
"Work" he laughed, took a sip of his beer and watched as the bartender returned with another beer for Kim. She rummaged for the money in her purse but Adam put a hand on her arm.
"Drink's on me. Here" he paid the bartender for their beers. Kim smiled at him, not knowing what else to tell.
"So are you like a beer tester or something?"
"Definitely not!" she laughed "Are you a cop?"
"How did you guess it right?" He was genuinely surprised.
"I think your badge makes it pretty clear" Adam widened his eyes, looked down at where his badge was attached to his belt. He cursed. "I'm pretty sure cops shouldn't drink on the job".
"And how would you know?"
"Well, I know plenty of 'em" Kim shrugged and took a sip of her beer.
"Uh. Anyway, I'm not on duty, I just forgot to take it off".
"So, you're an irresponsible cop" she joked "they're the worst".
"And here I thought you were a nice person" he played along "you're too cocky, instead".
"No, I'm a classy girl".
After a while, Adam asked her to tell him something he didn't know. She laughed and told him she could say anything, because they'd just met so he knew nothing about her, so what was the point of his question?
"What I was trying to say is, let's talk about something unusual" she nodded, fully understanding what he meant.
"I have traveled a lot these past years. Not like, in the US. International countries. I've been in the South of Africa, and Madagascar, North Korea, Australia to name a few".
"I've never been overseas. Actually, I've never been abroad except from Canada. But I'd love to" he smiled and asked her what country she'd loved the most.
"That's tough. I visited so many great places, though I think Australia was the one that amazed me the most. I'm a sucker for seasides and reefs".
"That's where you started drinking Foster's beer?" He guessed.
"It's an international brand, you can find it anywhere now" Kim pouted but then smiled playfully "but, yeah, I tried it there for the first time".
They'd been talking for half an hour or so, she spoke of places he had never been and he listened carefully. They joked and laughed and told stories.
As the old jukebox started playing a new song, Adam turned to Kim and took her hand, a challenging look on his face.
"Come on, let's dance. I love this song".
Surprisingly, Kim accepted and they slow danced along to faster tunes, alone.
Being that bold wasn't usually her style. She was more of an introvert, at least in the matter of relationships, while she was definitely more cheeky at work. She was surprised by herself and by him. She didn't even know him till two hours before, and he was already able to make her burst into laugher, which, she noticed, she didn't do much those days. Maybe it was all the changes she'd had to go through, maybe it wasn't. She knew moving to Chicago was the best choice she could make then, but what if it wasn't what made her happy? She had to leave her family, her friends and her colleagues behind, to start a new life in a new city, find new friends, maybe, someday, start a family. Until then, she'd thought she couldn't feel okay again so quickly. But now, considering how fast things were happening...
Adam made a pass and leaned forward. He disentangled his right hand from hers and raised it so that she could see it. He showed her his half-dollar ring.
"My father made it for me".
"That's pretty cool" she said as he moved closer, their chests touching "but classy girl don't kiss in bars, you fool".
"I wasn't-".
"I'd never seen one of those before" she changed the subject, taking his hand in hers to better observe the particular ring.
Later on, the crowd in the bar had calmed down, many of Adam's friends had left, giving him a pat on the shoulders as they went to the exit. No one, instead, told Kim goodbye. He figured she was new in town, or maybe she didn't live in the neighborhood. That made him wonder why she was there at Molly's. He realized he didn't even know what she did for a living. The girl was full of mysteries. Yet, as he walked her to the door and out of the bar, he sensed there was something that drew him to her.
They walked for a few minutes in a general direction, their arms touching, their hands really close to each other but not actually touching, if not briefly. As she turned to him to say goodnight, he felt again as if he was drawn closer and closer to her lips.
Adam stared at her in the eyes, then moved his look to her lips, gently licking his in the process.
He tried to lean in for a kiss, again, but she just smiled and turned her head down, quick. Gently taking her arms in his hands, he decided he had to at least ask.
"Why?" she smiled again, wider this time.
They remained silent for a while, then she stood on tiptoes and put her mouth close to his ears.
"You're doing nothing wrong, it's just what it is" she whispered "but classy girls, they don't kiss in bars like this".
With that, she said goodbye and walked to her apartment.
"So us boys, we're just destined to break our backs and our hearts!?" he asked loudly so that she could hear him from the distance. She turned to him and he raised his arms, waiting for an answer.
"It's all right... the hardest part is through!"
Fin.
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