Title: Perfect

Author: Lilvior

Rating: M

Warnings: Slash, rape, language, violence, stalking.

Pairings: Adam/OC (non-con), Adam/Mac

Summary: Adam is perfect, and Edwin Carver has decided to claim him.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Seriously.

A/N: This is my first CSI:NY fanfic, I probably need to watch a few more episodes to get a better feel for the characters. Let me know how you feel about the story, but there is no point flaming about the content because I have warned you in advance that this contains potentially disturbing material. I've reposted this first chapter as I forgot to put a disclaimer in the original (I'd say 'sue me', but I am actually concerned that someone might), and it wasn't in a format I was happy with.

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Detective Mac Taylor had officially finished his shift over two and a half hours ago, but he held in his hand an evidence bag containing the gun that he was convinced had been the murder weapon in his current case. If this turned out to be the gun, then he was facing another couple of hours writing up the paperwork, but at least then the case would be solved. If it turned out not to be the murder weapon, then he could go home to bed and return to face this same case again tomorrow. The lab was quiet, it was always quiet at changeover; his team had all packed up and gone home already, and the next shift were all still in briefings.

Mac had always felt a mild sense of distaste at the fluorescent overheads, despite their artificial effulgence; they seemed to serve to highlight just how dark it should be; like a torch shone down a dark alley. But tonight there was a deeper feeling of danger, the potential of shadows and the demons lurking within them. Shaking off childish fears, Mac continued to the ballistics lab, going over the steps of the experiment in his head. He opened the door, flicked on the light switch and was just about to place the bagged gun on the work surface when a high, surprised whimper caught him off guard and he instinctively dropped the bag and drew his own weapon.

"Who's there?" He called, cautiously side-stepping the central island and making his way towards the origin of the sound. There was no response and no further noise; could it have been a mouse? No, it had definitely been human, but the sound had come from low to the ground.

A naked body was curled, completely still, in the foetal position, half under the bench, hands possibly gripping the bench-leg although Mac couldn't be sure as they were obscured by a white cotton material he knew to be a lab-coat. Mac recognised the victim instantly as Adam. His chest wasn't moving.

"No…" Mac dropped to his knees by Adam's face. "Adam!" He reached forward and touched the young man's shoulder.

Adam shuddered at the contact, whimpering again.

"Adam, it's me." He glanced over the body, looking out for injuries, some kind of evidence of what had happened. "It's Mac." But Adam held his eyes tightly closed and pressed his forehead against the back of his hand. There was blood; the majority of it was on the lab-coat and looked as though it had come from his hands, but as Mac moved around to view Adam's back, he saw thick smears of blood streaking his inner thighs. Mac's breath caught in his throat, he was suddenly torn between fury and despair. "Oh god." He muttered, returning to kneel back by Adam's face, he tried to untangle the lab-coat and pulled it back down his arms and tugged the body of it over Adam's shaking form in an attempt to restore a little of his clearly shattered dignity. Once the material had been moved away from his hands, Mac could see that they'd been restrained; his arms were either side of the bench-leg and tied tightly with a cable tie that had been cutting into the flesh of his wrists. The wounds weren't life-threatening, but would probably require stitches. Anger flared up again; someone had dared to commit a crime in his crime lab, had dared to rape one of his guys. Hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Mac pulled out his cell phone and demanded EMT support immediately.

"Puhns…" Adam slurred, his eyes opening a little.

"Adam, are you okay?" Mac lowered his face towards the younger man's, whilst simultaneously pulling out a pocket knife and slicing through the cable tie. Adam's wrists fell limply away from the bench-leg.

"Puhns, pehs…" His lips were dry, his pupils looked dilated: he'd been drugged - That meant that this had been planned. Adam's eyes rolled towards a dark heap under the bench.

"Pants?" Mac asked, he mentally slapped himself, of course Adam wanted more clothes on before the medical team arrived.

"Plehs." Please. Adam's politeness even in this situation made Mac's heart hurt, he grabbed the clothes and moved them to Adam's hands, but short of heavily laboured twitching, Adam didn't appear to be able to move.

"Do you want me to put them on for you?" Mac asked, already separating the underpants from the jeans. Adam gave a barely perceptible nod, and Mac set about dressing him. It wasn't as awkward as it should have been, Adam couldn't move and Mac performed the task so clinically that there couldn't be any emotions involved.

Once his jeans were on and his lab-coat fastened, Adam looked significantly less fragile, and Mac felt it safe to try to get him into a more comfortable position. Sitting on the floor next to him, Mac pulled Adam up onto his lap and held him gently.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you." He couldn't find the words to express how he was feeling, that burning combination of rage and misery. Adam didn't deserve this; he was a good kid, he worked so hard for Mac's approval and as far as Mac was aware, he didn't have an enemy in the world. Maybe that was what someone else had seen in him. "Do you know who did this?" He asked, knowing that whoever it was had had access to the lab, probably an employee, and had thought the act through; striking when he knew no one would be around, somehow drugging his victim, bringing the cable tie as a restraint. Had Adam been the original target? Or had he just been in the wrong place at the wrong time?

Adam frowned.

"Seen him around." His words were a little above a whisper and had no real voice to them. "He was watching me." His shoulders jumped with an involuntary sob and he turned his face and pressed it against Mac's chest, gripping his coat and crying silently.

Mac gritted his teeth, he was sorely tempted to forget about writing a police report and just go after this son-of-a-bitch himself. Absently, he began stroking Adam's hair, thinking about what he would do when he found the bastard.

After a few moments of heavy silence, the EMTs finally showed up; an older man with receding hairline, and a young blonde woman. The man promptly knelt beside Mac and asked him to tilt Adam's head so he could shine a little torch into his eyes, Mac complied while Adam lay limply against him, a far away look in his eyes.

"Can he move?" The medic asked Mac, automatically assuming Adam was incapable of speaking for himself.

"Not much, he's been drugged." Mac watched as the woman crouched down on his other side and prised one of Adam's hands out of his lapel to examine the damaged wrist.

"He was restrained?" She asked, swabbing away some of the dried blood. Mac nodded.

The older medic seemed to digest this information, putting it together with the distant, broken expression on the young tech's face, his bare chest and the socks and shoes discarded a few feet away.

"This was a sexual assault?" He asked, the slightest hint of suspicion in his voice and his eyes narrowing at Mac.

Adam's free hand clenched tighter in Mac's clothes; didn't these people realise how hard it was to pretend something hadn't happened when they're talking about it in front of you?

"I believe so, there appeared to be some bleeding." Mac held Adam tightly against himself, his expression almost daring an accusation out the old man.

"Then he needs to go to hospital, they can perform an SAE on him." He stood up and started filling out a form whilst the woman moved around to clean up the other wrist.

"He's not going to need stitches, we can just butterfly these cuts, he'll have some scars but hey, girls love emo-boys!" She let out a nervous laugh, clearly incredibly uncomfortable with the situation "Sorry. That was inappropriate." She lowered her head and stood up, letting Adam's hand fall back against Mac's chest.

Mac gave her a pitying look, her youth meant that she was probably new to this job and she didn't seem to possess the emotional competency required for dealing with delicate cases such as this one. She chewed on a nail and asked her partner if she should go get a wheelchair, he responded with an exasperated sight and asked if she really thought a wheelchair was suitable, had she considered the patient's discomfort? Eyes widened in realisation, and she apologised again.

"I don't want to go to the hospital." Adam muttered, his voice beginning to return, "It's wearing off, I'll be fine."

Mac started to feel bad; this was going to be the hard part.

"Adam, we have to go to the hospital, there's evidence on you, and I need it to catch the person who did this to you."

"No." Adam started trying to twist off of Mac's lap, "I don't want anyone else touching me." His voice had taken on a determined tone, but his sniffing and inability to fully control his muscles made him sound like a child.

"It's okay, I'll be there with you, no one's going to hurt you." Mac watched with concern as Adam reached up to the work surface and tried to haul himself up onto his feet. "We can't let him get away with this." Mac closed his eyes briefly and gripped the bridge of his nose; in all the drama he hadn't noticed a migraine coming on, and now the lights were too bright and the medics were arguing over some paperwork, oblivious to their patient possibly hurting himself. Mac stood up and grabbed Adam's arm. "Can you even feel your feet?" He honestly didn't mean to shout, and the frightened, wounded look on Adam's tear-streaked face made him want to just slap himself. "Here." He put an arm around Adam's waist and let the younger man lean against him. Adam continued using both Mac and the work-top for support as he tentatively lifted his left foot up and down.

"I can feel them, I just can't control them." He bent his leg at the knee, hoping that movement would increase the blood flow and work the drug out of his system quicker. "My arms work." He let go of the work-top and tried to balance but his knees wobbled dangerously and he had to make a grab for it to keep from falling against Mac.

"Well, we're ready to go." The older medic stated, "Are you coming with us, or driving?"

Mac looked at Adam, but the tech had lowered his head and was holding tightly to Mac's coat.

"Please, Boss, don't make me go." He begged, quietly, his lips moving against the fabric of Mac's shirt. Mac's migraine was getting steadily worse, the thought of driving was making him nauseous, but he couldn't bring himself to send the poor guy off somewhere he didn't want to go, with two strangers.

"I'll take you in my car." No response. "I promise it will be as quick and painless as possible." He sighed with relief as Adam grudgingly nodded and started shuffling his feet in a forwards direction.

They were almost out of the room when Mac spotted the bagged gun still waiting just under the light switch. He cursed under his breath and fumbled his cell out of his pocket with his free hand and called a rather disgruntled Danny, instructing him to process the gun after he'd processed the ballistics lab itself and Adam's coffee cup.

End of Chapter 1.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it, the next chapter will be what happened before this, so if you don't want to read the details of the attack you can skip it. I apologise in advance for the sporadic chronological gaps between the posting of chapters, I hadn't actually meant to post this one at all, I wanted to post the complete story when I've finished it, but I got drunk and when I'm drunk I crave praise and I was hoping for instantaneous feedback…