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A/N- I have more of this story written and if people like it, I'll continue

I walk down the hallway until I see a desk. It takes me longer than I suspected because of the sharp pains in my stomach. I try hard not to let anyone see, I can't let people ask question. I don't really want to talk to anyone, I just need his help. He's the only one who's every truly cared about me for as long as I can remember.

I am so into my own thoughts of not being notice that I didn't notice I was already at the front desk. I look through the doors and see a lot of people moving around. The lady at the desk has to ask me her question before I finally notice her saying something

"I'm sorry, what did you ask me?" I ask her, as politely as I could.

"I ask if you had a pass of some sort." She asks, although she sounds rather irritated

"No, but I need to speak to Detective Taylor." I ask her, getting mad at her tone to me.

"I'm sorry, but he's busy. If you would like me to have him call you when you can have?" She asks, not really caring what about me, just wanting me to leave.

"Well, it can't wait. I really need to speak to Mac. May I borrow your phone?" I ask realizing begging her won't work. I decide to call Mac instead

"Taylor"

"Hey Mac, I'm at your front desk, but I can't get in. Will you help me out?" I ask him sweetly.

"Lyss?" He asks confused, not really sure if it is me or not.

"Yes, now, will you please come get me so I can get into your office, I need to talk to you about something important."

"Yeah, sure, I'll be out in a minute, just sit down." He says and with that, we both hang up. I can the receptionist just staring at me, with wide eyes and gaping mouth. I just give her a smirk and slowly sitting down so I don't hurt myself. As soon as I sit down, I see Mac coming and I get back up.

"Lyss, what are you doing here?" he asks me as soon as he sees me.

"Mac, can we please go to your office? I really need to talk to you." He doesn't argue with me, I can tell her senses the panic in my voice. The receptionist just glares at us as we walk into the Crime Lab and straight toward his office. He begins asking questions again as soon as I shut the door to his office.

"Okay Lyss, why are you here? I know it's not just a friendly visit because you call first and I heard you got adopted."

"Mac, it's not a friendly visit. Yes I did get adopted and that's why I need help." I tell him, he has a bewildered look on his face and I know it's going to be a long afternoon with him.

"How do you need my help?" He asks, not at all sure what I mean.

"Mac, my adopted dad, he, well, um, he has been hitting me since I've been there." I say, finally saying it in all one breath.

"He does what!" Mac yells, attracting attention from the lab.

"Mac, I want out of the house and I need your help. No one else will believe me but you." I tell him and I lift up the shirt I have on, grimacing as I do because I accidentally touch the growing bruises. My stomach has become an array of colors in just one short week and I know if I'm there any longer that I could die.

"Oh, Lyss, why didn't you ask me earlier?" He asks, and envelopes me into a hug that a lot of his co-workers see, but I didn't even notice anyone else as I start sobbing quietly into Mac's shirt, slightly damping it

In the Lab

Stella looks up from her evidence to see Mac hugging a young mystery girl who starts crying into his shirt. Mac just stands there and comforts here like there's odd about it. Stella is too busy staring at the scene that she doesn't notice Lindsay coming up to talk about the case to her.

"Hey Stel, Stella, earth to Stella?" She asks, finally getting her attention. "What were you staring at?"

"Mac and this mystery teen he's with in his office." Stella tells her, not taking her eyes away from Mac's office. Lindsay, her curiosity getting the better of her, decides to look also. She is also confused by the teen nobody in the Lab has seen before. Finally, both of them come out of their staring trances, realizing they are being rude, and they had work to do. They get back to work, not noticing anymore between Mac and the mystery teen.

Mac's Office

I quickly stopped my crying because I didn't want people watching me cry. I move away from Mac and put my head in my hands. Mac puts his arm around my shoulders, he hesitates at first, but then gives me a hug and tells me everything is going to be okay. I break down again, I know not everything is going to be okay.