AN: Well, this is it. A loose string and Platt. Can not think of a better way to end this one. :) For those of you that follow my stories... I have updated Stages of Grief this morning and that will be my only active story as of right now. I have no other plans currently. Unusual for me. Normally before I finish a story... ideas start popping up for another one. I figure my brain just needs some reset time. Thank you all so much for the responses and the follows for this story. Has been quite amazing! To think this all started with me having a fever. LOL! Enjoy!

Wedding Present

A few days later

I am currently sitting at my new desk in Intelligence. The department was finally able to get one up here that would fit and not block the flow of the bullpen. It had required rotating Erin's desk to the side. We are now facing each other, but she doesn't seem to mind. I'm working on some of the paperwork from our last case when suddenly a small gift bag gets dropped in front of me. I look up and Atwater is standing next to my desk. He sits down on the edge of it and just looks at the bag and then back to me.

"What's this?"

Atwater crosses his arms and smiles.

"Call it a wedding present. Or a thank you for not letting Adam and Roman get in a fight at my engagement party. Open it."

I pull out the tissue paper and a DVD case. The front of the cover has the cheesiest little wedding chapel on the front of it with a cartoon bride and groom. Atwater is grinning so big you would swear that his face was going to break. Then, he starts laughing.

"We followed you two that night."

"W…what?"

Atwater covers his mouth because I know he is trying to stop laughing. When he gets control of himself, he explains.

"When you went running out of the club and Ruzek went flying after you. I knew we needed to make sure that you two were ok. That was quite a fight. We held back to make sure that you guys didn't get arrested in the middle of the strip. You know…would look bad for CPD. So, when you two started to make up the boys were all like 'let's go party'. I knew better. I knew that look in both of your eyes. I knew you were going to do something crazy. I convinced them to follow you and after you both left…I bought that."

"This is our wedding video?!"

Atwater just nodded.

"Have you watched it?"

Atwater really starts to laugh now.

"Yes. How could I not? Don't worry. None of the guys saw it. I waited till I got back. Alex has seen it though. She thinks it is sweet. You are both amazingly articulate when drunk. I am quite impressed. However, you might have both been holding each other up. Through the whole thing."

I am now turning the thing over in my hands wondering if I will ever have the courage to watch it now. Who am I kidding? Of course, I will.

"So, who married us?"

Atwater gets serious now.

"Just a regular minister. When I asked the lady at the front, she said that you both were quite adamant that it had to be a minister."

I don't understand. He really seemed shocked that we got married and he never let on that he had seen the fight.

"But, Kevin… you were surprised. I don't…"

"It's called acting, Burgess. I couldn't steal your thunder. Plus, you guys had to figure this out yourselves. I just figure now…. I can help you both out with the last detail."

I am sitting in Adam's arms as I go to turn off the TV. I look back at him and wait for his reaction. He is rubbing his lips with his hand and then shakes his head.

"Well, it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. I honestly thought we would be slurring."

I start laughing and then shake my head.

"I actually think I am with Alex. I think it's sweet. We weren't holding each other up, we just didn't want to let go."

"You know, Atwater. He exaggerates."

I nod in agreement. Leaning back into Adam's chest, I let him hold me and I just enjoy now knowing what our wedding was like. It wasn't perfect. I wasn't wearing a white dress with our family and friends all surrounding us. It wasn't a big party and we didn't go on some extravagant vacation afterwards, but you know what? It was perfect… For us. It was just the two of us throwing caution to the wind and promising to be with each other for the rest of our lives. That sounds pretty perfect to me.

Platt has the Last Word

It's Monday morning and Adam and I are making our way into work. The weekend was amazing. No crazy incidents to call us in. Just a weekend for us. I'm not sure we even left the apartment. I'm smiling now just thinking about it. Before we go in the front door, Adam pulls me back to him and wraps his arms around me.

"Before the day gets crazy, I love you."

I thought I was smiling before. This man is going to make my cheeks hurt.

"I love you, too."

The kiss he gives me takes my breath away and I savor every moment. Cause who knows when we will get done today. We pull apart and walk into the district. We are almost to the stairs up to Intelligence when Platt's voice rings out.

"Ruzeks, get over here."

Adam turns to me with an eyebrow raised.

"I'll see you upstairs once she is done with you."

I turn to head on when Platt yells out again.

"Hey! Did I use the singular? Get over here, Short stuff."

What did she call me? I turn slowly and I can see Adam looking back at me… waiting in anticipation. We both make our way up to the desk and Adam speaks first.

"What's up, Sarg?"

Platt sets down her coffee mug and glares down at us.

"You know, Burgess. I'm hurt. You get an invite to my wedding which was quite exclusive I'll let you know and you don't even feel the need to tell me yourself that you two got hitched."

Oh crap. I was going to tell her. I really was. Life had been a bit hectic.

"Sarg, I'm sorry. With everything going on…"

"Save it. You both have paperwork to submit. Don't think that the commander hasn't heard. She has. Has already been giving Voight grief about both of you being up there and how it's against regulation. Fill these out and get them back to me by the end of the day. You both have benefits that will be owed to you when you want to take it. Extra paid time off for getting married and all. I'd take it soon. I give you two a year…"

What the hell?! I was mad. Furious. I went to take a breath to give her a piece of my mind, but Platt wasn't finished. She points to me as she is still talking.

"…till that one is barefoot and pregnant and then you guys won't have time to take a trip anywhere."

I'm flabbergasted. No words. I'm just standing there with my mouth hanging open. Adam chuckles.

"From your mouth to God's ears, Sarg. If we could only be so lucky. We'll get this done. Thanks."

Adam takes my arm and begins to escort me towards the stairs.

"Snap out of it, Kim. That's as close as we are ever going to get to a 'congratulations' from her."

Got to love Platt.