CSI: New York
"Paroled"
Disclaimer: I own nothing, just a fan showing some love. This is my first true CSI: NY fic, I've been a Adam Ross fan from the start of his role. I hope you like it.
He stepped off the elevator and into the crime lab. "Hey Adam," the receptionist called, waving him over. As Adam came over he noticed a young man standing there, which he assumed was a messenger.
"What's up?"
"Mr. Ross?" the messenger asked as he turned to him.
"That's me," he chirped.
"I have a letter for you," the young man replied, handing him a letter and receiving Adam's signature.
Adam looked down at the letter, no, his mind raced. Already, it hadn't seemed to be that long. Adam opened the letter, Adams mouth went dry, he needed to sit down, but Adam was already sitting down. This can't be happening, he told himself.
Get ahold of yourself he told himself, you are not a kid anymore. And he doesn't even know where you are. He took a deep breathe, folded the letter and stuck it into his lab coat. And began work.
He stood in front of the gate, freedom finally.
"Good luck man," the guard told him.
"Thanks."
"What are you going to do from here," the guard asked.
The man shrugged, he knew what he was going to do, the truth of it all. But he can't tell anyone that. "Guess I'll find work, get back to be a part of society," he lied.
The guard nodded. The gates opened and he stepped foot on free soil. Took a deep breath and got into a waiting cab, and vanished.
Adam morning had been complete crap, his mind raced with what ifs, he had hoped that they would have heard his side, his story, of how this man could be Dr. Hyde one moment, and then Dr. Jekyll the next. To tell them how he could be what they needed him to be and then change just like turning a light on. But nothing a stupid letter, a letter!
Flashback:
"State your name for the record," the prosecutor asked?
"Adam Ross."
"What is your relationship to the defendant," he asked?
"He's my father."
Adam shifted nervously, avoiding looking at his father, looking into those cool dark empty eyes. He had never been more scared in his life, even living with his father, this moment this very moment scared him more than anything.
"Mr. Ross, does your father have a violent behavior?"
"Yes he does."
"Have you ever been on the end of that violent behavior?"
"Yes."
"On the night in question, did your father…