Chapter 1: Confused to the point of Loving it
Adam could not help but stare. The movement of the individual a more foot away from him was very sharp but graceful. Swift and almost fluid-like was this person's movements carrying evidence from table to table. This person's shoes clicked, and Adam noticed a dip in that formed in their back and longed to rest his own arm there. Adam noticed these things as well as the victory shown on this person's face, once they turned around. After that Adam's face stood still once he became face to face with his subject.
"Adam, are you alright?" Sheldon Hawkes asked, his almost ageless face changing back to a stoic expression. Adam stared a few moments, then looked around a small smile on his lips and nodded his head from side to side. Sheldon satisfied, turned back to what he was doing, to which Adam continued staring. Adam took note of how fitting the lab coat Sheldon wore on him was, and how his shoulders were broad enough for it. How his steps, and strides were so proportioned. To Adam's surprise, he saw Hawkes turn back to face him returning the mesmerizing stare.
"Adam…" Sheldon started moving slowly towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder looking curiously into his eyes.
Just then Danny Messer, in his white lab coat came into the lab carrying bags of evidence to which Hawkes' hand floated away from Adam's shoulder, and evidently sidestepping Adam to the direction of Danny. "So what've you got?" Sheldon asked a slightly excited Danny who proceeded to spill news from the crime scene he just came from.
Adam looked on and swiftly moved to the nearest computer to him and began sifting through various DNA samples, putting them on the computer for analysis. While comparing DNA Adam wistfully tugged at his sleeve absent mindedly, and then trying not to draw attention to him from the two men who were still chatting it up by the doorway. Danny Messer to Adam was without a doubt the most annoyingly handsome, brave, funniest person he's come across. But no, he wasn't jealous; he just hated how he could be the center of attention one minute, and then dump all of the slack onto Adam.
To his own surprise Adam grunted, drawing the precise unwanted attention he was trying to avoid. He felt Danny's eyes; he was sure on him but didn't dare look up from the computer. Adam, then to his horror heard Danny's footsteps coming further into the lab, turn around the table Adam occupied and step behind him onto his heels. He gulped audibly, trying his hardest o focus on what he was doing. The last thing he needed was to be reprimanded by Mac for now paying attention to what he was doing. Especially DNA comparisons which usually break the case wide open in hard to crack cases. Danny coughed making Adam jump.
"Heya Adam? You get a hit on that hair follicle I gave ya earlier?' Danny asked moving to stand by side of Adam. Adam remembered earlier that day, from the first crime scene of the day Danny had went to, he handed over various scarf's, and on those scarf's were hair follicles.
Both Hawkes and Danny had been called out to Manhattan where a college freshman was found with stabs in her head and stomach in a dumbwaiter. The dorm adviser had found her there, tied up with the college's official scarfs for the winter. Thirty-two scarfs' to be exact were accounted for, that were tied around her neck, arms, legs and face.
Adam stared blankly at the computer screen, and saw a young teenage girl with brown hair and black eyes which was pretty usual to him. "Um yeah, there was also this white, sticky stuff on it too but... Here you go" Adam said stepping away from the computer and twisting the monitor over so Danny could get a better view.
"Monericia Picoult…she looks familiar I think she's the roommate of our Vic, I saw her earlier at the crime scene" Danny remarked pushing his glasses up on his face. "Hawkes and I found that hair on the Vic's body…" he continued looking to Adam. "Oh and there's something else…here" Adam started pulling something else up on the computer.
"The hair follicle belong to Monericia, but that white sticky stuff I talked about earlier was saliva" Danny looked at him in shock, and motioned for him to continue. "Well I was able to find out that it was also mixed with semen too and here's the male donor too, along with you Vic…which sounds pretty confusing I know but that's what I got" Adam said noting the look of dread and panged annoyance on Danny's face. "Okay so who's the lucky bastard?" he asked point blank, studying the computer even harder than before.
But there was also excited in his eyes, to which Adam also noticed making him smirk a bit. This one possibly one of the only times he liked being around Danny. When he was excited about something he couldn't hide it, and seemingly spread it to whomever he came in contact with. Adam knew Danny was going to have a field day once he gave him the other name listed on the computer. He pressed a button;
"Does the name Philip Martin ring any bells?" Adam said chuckling to himself after think about what he just thought about, to which he soon would regret.
"What's got ya so happy about cupcake?" Danny asked not looking away from the man's profile on the computer. Adam knew he was addressing him and put on a straight face. After a few moments of silence Danny turned to Adam, and then walked out of the lab.
Adam sighed in relief knowing the worst was probably over with, it was his lunchtime.
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Adam was in the break room, sitting at a small wooden table where the coffee's aroma on the nearby counter waft throughout the entire room He was the only one there on his break, and was almost too glad of the loneliness hat became a part of him. This was Adam's first break of the first half of his double shift, which made the day seem to go by a little faster filling him with a bit of solace.
In front o he sat a partially eaten Oat and Cranberry bar, which was part of his diet this week. He thought about the other ridiculous diets he would go on to lose that baby fat on his face that women in bars seem to go crazy for. Adam placed his hand on his face feeling the chubbiness of his cheeks, moving downward to his neck. Adam sighed, picking up his Oat Bar, biting into it unhappily, but giving into the thoughts of not having to see Danny again. He hadn't seen him for hours after their encounter and was almost too glad as to not have a repeat of it. In other words Adam could do without seeing Danny's face at this particular moment.
Just then there was a clicking of shoes on the marble floor, coming to where Adam was who then looked down in worry at the table. But to his surprise he heard a cheerful voice ringing in his ears.
"Room for one more?" Stella Bonasera asked holding out a takeout bag shyly with a small smile playing on her lips. Adam slowly nodded, gulping down some of the dry Oat Bar he was chewing. and enjoying the little bouncing curls on Stella's head. Those curls, to his further amusement seem to move without her moving her head. She pulled up a chair across from Adam placing her bag on the table, and then looked down in pity at the nearly finished Oat Bar in front of him.
"That's all you're eating Adam? On another diet?" She added furrowing her eyebrows. Adam looked up shyly this time.
"Um-yeah not really I mean-sort of" Adam almost stuttered and mentally socked himself in the head. He looked up to a sound coming across from him, and saw Stella's hand covering her mouth as her shoulders were shaking. She was laughing. Adam looked down again at his Oat Bar, and began to think of how pitiful it looked compared to whatever goodies Stella had n her takeout bag. HE started laughing, which gave the okay for Stella to laugh along with him.
Moments later after laughing, Stella wiped tears away from her eyes and took out two salads, forks, and two boxes of chicken tenders from her takeout bag. Adam eyed the contents greedily; smelling the aroma that dispersed after Stella removed the food from the bag. Then he glanced down at the bar in front of him sadly, before looking back at Stella.
"I'm fine with-"
"Oh Adam…" Stella sighed harshly effortlessly knocking the darned cranberry bar out of sight and hopefully mind, and swiftly pushed on salad carton and box of chicken tenders across the table. She gave Adam a stern look that said "." and that's precisely what he did, causing a look of satisfaction to come upon her elegant face.
Adam was glad he had some real, well almost real food in his system for the first time in a week of that Oat Bar diet. Although he wondered what he was going to get rid of the crapload of Spring Farm Oat Bar's back at his apartment.
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To be continued in next chapter… :D
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This is my first Adam Ross, and CSI NY fanfiction. I haven't come across many fanfiction's about him and decided to write my own.
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