Fanfiction is rated M for language and later for sexual content

Chapter 1: Hot

She was about to tear her hair out. The petite blonde with striking blue eyes that made most men melt was in a dilemma. Never had this Irish beauty ever had a problem she couldn't tackle. But now, she suddenly had no idea what the hell was wrong with her. It wasn't the job: even though at the moment she felt completely overwhelmed by all of the DNA samples she had to run on the fifteen ongoing cases. She had started her new job four months ago, transferring from the beloved greenery of Ireland to the concrete jungle that was New York City, but she had no regrets there.

No, that wasn't what was causing her madness. For Samantha Adair, for the first time in her twenty-five years, she had a problem with a guy. He was what was causing her overwhelming anxiety, and she hadn't seen him in three days.

She met him the very first day she started at the Manhattan Crime Lab. The first thing she noticed about him was his smile. Sure, he may not be as cute as Flack, as resourceful as Hawkes, or as brilliant as Mac, but for some reason he was the one that drew her in. And now that she hadn't seen him for an extensive period, it made her antsy.

"Hey, Sam! Need some help with those samples?" In walked the very person she had been thinking about, with a huge smile on his face, lighting up her entire day. Adam Ross was the one person she knew she could count on, although she had just met the twenty something lab tech. His quirky charm and brilliant personality, combined with his boyish cuteness and an innocence that was almost childlike, was what put a smile on her face every single day. Too bad he had a girlfriend, and had no idea how she felt about him.

"Hey Adam, long time no see. Yea, I really could use some help. Mac has me working about five different cases, not to mention the ones Stella and Danny just dropped off. I'll be at this all day," she said with a sigh.

"Well, that's what I'm here for. What do you need me to do first?"

"You can start with the Alexander murders. We have two foreign samples of blood and hair that don't belong to the victims, which need to be analyzed. I'm just finishing running the blood samples of the triple homicide on Tuesday. Mind if I play a bit of music while we work?"

"Depends. Is it going to be that whiny crap you're always blasting? Cuz there is only so much of that I can take in one month, Sam. I still don't understand how you can listen to that stuff. It's so…so…"

"Awesome? Ha! It's better than the stuff you listen to! I can't even understand your music. And P.S., my lab, my rules, and my music. You don't like it; you can just go ahead and walk away."

"Uh, hello? Who's doing you a favor here? Oh, yea, that's right, it's me! So, you want me to help you or not?"

"Yes, but we're listening to my music!"

"Fine, I'm too tired to argue with you."

"What, your girlfriend keep you up late last night?" Sam said, trying not to sound jealous, as she opened the music player on her computer. The sound of Avril Lavigne's "Hot" filled the small room.

You make me so hot,

Make me wanna drop

You're so ridiculous,

I can barely stop

I can hardly breathe

You make me wanna scream

You're so fabulous

You're so good to me

Baby, baby…

Adam didn't answer, and the two worked in comparative silence for a while, which made Sam realize that something was definitely bothering Adam.

"Look, Adam, what I said before, it really is none of my business. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad." Sam said as she turned to the Mass Spectrometer and put the samples in the slots.

"No, it's okay, we just had a stupid fight last night, and I feel really bad about it. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. You know, she is the only girl that has paid attention to me, long enough to find out that I was an okay guy. She's the only one that listens to me, the only one that understands me, and now, because of this stupid little fight, I'm afraid I'm going to lose her. And I don't think I could cope with that," Adam said with a huge sigh.

"And what the hell I'm I, invisible?" Sam thought to herself. "Hello! I'm sitting right here! I care about you! I listen to you! I think you're an okay guy, hell, better than okay! I think you're pretty damn awesome!"

"I'm sorry Adam. I'm not sure what to say about that, just that if you did something wrong, then you should definitely apologize. But if it was her, give her a bit of time. She may need to cool down a bit. Then try and talk to her. And if nothing changes, then maybe she wasn't worth it in the first place," Sam said with the slightest hit of hope in her soft voice. But Sam could tell that this wasn't something that Adam wanted to discuss at the moment, so she decided to drop it. "Hey, what did you get Danny for his birthday? I was thinking of getting him that CD he wanted, but I feel like that's too cheap. Any suggestions?"

"Well, he was saying something about wanting to go to the Killers concert next month, so I thought I'd ask everyone to chip in and get him two tickets so he can take Lindsay and they can take a much needed break from the hectic life of being parents."

"That's a great idea! Let me know how much you need, and I'll help you out with that," Sam said enthusiastically.

"Wow, that's really weird," Adam said a while later as he examined the samples the Mass Spectrometer spit out.

"What is it?" Sam asked curiously.

"This. There's a really high level of gamma hydroxy butyrate. Are you sure this isn't the victims' blood?" The smart tech looked puzzled, which didn't happen very often.

"GHB? That's a date rape drug. What is GHB doing in the killers' blood?" Sam stated as she compared the printout of the victims' blood to the printout that Adam just handed her. "No, the victims are A+ and B+, and this blood sample is AB+. It can't be. This is so weird. We found it in both of the victims, in really high levels in fact," Sam stated. This was a mystery. But something about it bothered her. "Adam."

"What?" said the cute lab tech.

"Mac got reports that there was one person leaving the scene of the crime, which doesn't make sense, since there were four different types of DNA, and two belonged to the DBs, so we speculated that maybe there was a second attacker that none of the eye-witnesses saw. But what if we were wrong? What if this sample wasn't from a second attacker, but a third victim?"

"Wow, I think you should call Mac and let him know what we found and what your theory is. I'm officially off the clock, so I leave you to it," Adam said as he pulled off his latex gloves and gave Sam a huge smile. "And by the way, thanks for the advice earlier. I really do appreciate it. I think I'll go over to her apartment and talk to her. Thanks for listening to me Sam." Adam walked away without another word, and Sam watched him go, silently cursing herself for opening her big mouth.

Sam sighed, wondering what could possibly be going through his mind right now. Men weren't usually this frickin' complicated for her, but she couldn't even begin to comprehend what to do with what she felt for Adam. But right now, that wasn't the most important thing. Finding a third possible victim was more important than figuring out what to do about her wayward co-worker.

Sam decided to run the blood samples again, and this time she came up with something that concluded her theory might be true.

"Taylor," Mac answered when she called him.

"Mac? It's Sam. I have something that might interest you. You know those DNA samples you found at the Alexander murder scene? Well, I ran all four of them. There was something weird about one of the samples we thought belonged to the killers. There were high amounts of GHB in the blood, just like the other victims. I also ran the samples against each other, and found that each of the victims' samples had thirteen alleles in common with the sample from the unknown blood sample."

"The blood belonged to their child," Mac stated, " But the Alexanders' didn't have any children. I'll call you back, I need to do some more digging."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that Mac would find an explanation to this, and then she could concentrate on what the hell she was going to do about Adam, because the longer she waited, the more he slipped away.

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