Thanks for the comments about the last chapter, I know it seemed a bit harsh but I don't think it would have worked otherwise, I'm kinda making this up as i go along, scratch that, I AM making it up as i go along! Hope this is better than the last chapter (unlikely)!
AGAIN I DON'T OWN THE CHARACTERS!
Chapter 5
Mac was on his way home, he couldn't shake of the feeling that he was missing something, something big. The letters were like they were only part of the conversation, as if there was another side he didn't know about. More importantly, why had this man started to kill people, what was he trying to do. Questions continued to circle round his mind, trying to come up with answers. The biggest question was of course why Adam? What had Adam done? The time in the car read 4.35am, he would have to be back at work in a few hours, but for now he welcomed the rest. Reaching his home he got out his car and yawned, he most definitely wanted to get some sleep. As he placed the key in the lock a casual thought crossed his mind again, what were the letters talking bout and how come Adam… Oh no, retrieving the key from the door he hastened back to his car. How could he have been so stupid.
He had been drifting off quite nicely, comfortably relaxed in this position. He couldn't understand why his brain was so persistent in trying to keep him awake, he wanted to sleep. There was a pounding at the back of his head and slowly he reached his hand up to touch where the pain was coming from, something sticky met his hand. Alarms in his mind started to go off, what was the sticky substance. He tried to move, but suddenly he was filled with agony, he was rooted to the spot, panic spread across his whole body as he tried to find a way to move.
Meanwhile Mac was racing across town, trying to remember where Adam lived, he remembered dropping him off there once, after a very bad new year's eve party, but he couldn't remember exactly where. Why had he left him, it was a rookie mistake. Stella should have known better as well, but he couldn't blame her, she hadn't really known. To let him go without any protection, why? Mentally hitting himself, Mac finally found where he was looking for. Hardly bothering to make sure the car was parked somewhere where it wouldn't bother others he raced inside. What apartment was it, he was sure it was the second floor, yes apartment 7, the second floor. Taking the stairs by twos, Mac reached Adam's apartment. He couldn't shake off the worry that something was wrong. Why had he let him go home alone, of all the things to do. "ADAM! ADAM OPEN UP NOW!" He was hammering away at the door, not caring if the screaming awoke the neighbours. "ADAM I NEED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR!" There was no answer.
Adam was still trying to move, still unable to get his body to obey his instructions. There was banging at the door. It was Mac, he could hear him, was his mind playing tricks, what was his boss doing here. He wanted to open the door but he couldn't move at all. "Mac…" As he tried to speak he realised hw dry his throat was and started to cough instead. Outside the door Mac heard a faint whisper and then coughing, what was wrong? Without a second thought he slammed into the door, pulling it off the hinges. It took a second to adjust to the scene in front of him. Quickly he found Adam pushed up against the wall, blood all around. "Oh God, Adam." Racing over he found most of the blood was coming from the head wound, taking of his coat he moved Adam forward and held it in place over the wound, with his free hand he phoned for an ambulance. "I'm sorry Adam. I'm so sorry." Adam was slipping out of consciousness again. "Adam I need you to stay awake. Please you need to listen to my voice and keep your eyes open, you can sleep in a minute but you need to stay awake right now. Who did this Adam, Adam stay with me." He was trying he really did want to stay awake, but it hurt too much, when he closed his eyes the pain went away.
Five minutes later an ambulance had arrived and, after stabilising him Adam was taken to the hospital, Mac following behind. On the way he debated calling one of the team, and after deciding the best person would be Stella, he rang her to tell her to meet him at the hospital.
"Mac, what's wrong?" Stella had come quickly nervous at why she was being called to the hospital so early in the morning. "Are you okay, you look fine?" She patted him down to check all his limbs were there and that there were no cuts or bruises.
"I'm fine Stella, its not me, its Adam." Removing her hands from him Stella stood in shock.
"What happened, Mac?" Mac had turned away from her towards the doors into the surgery.
"I don't know, I went to his apartment and he was lying in his own blood. We will need to get a team in there soon, but for now I need to make sure Adam is okay. I can't believe I left him Stella. He never should have gone home alone, I was so busy with everything else, I forgot a about him." Stella still stood wide eyes.
"Oh God, I left him to go home by himself, I ordered him out of the office, I didn't even think." Both were caught up in guilt, knowing that they should have done more to keep him safe. Then a doctor came from the door into the surgery.
"How is he doc." Mac voice showed tension.
"He is stable, but he does have a concussion and many broken ribs. Luckily there is only one major break in his right arm, just below the elbow, it shouldn't be too difficult to mend. He's asleep right now and I would like him to stay that way please." The last was said in an almost menacing tone ,but they understood what he meant.
"Can we just check he is okay." The doctor nodded and Stella and Mac followed him to where Adam was resting. He had a bandage around his head and was hooked up to a few different machines, mostly to measure heart and brain activity, there was a cast across his right arm. Mac couldn't stand to watch, after all it was his fault that he was in here in the first place, a stupid thing to do, to leave him in that apartment, with a killer on the loose who seems to have an interest in him. Shaking his head Mac left the room, closely followed by Stella. "I need to get to the office and call the team, we need to process his apartment, it may hep who did this to him and who our murderer is as well." Stella nodded.
"I think I will stay here, make sure he is okay, you have the rest f the team anyway." Mac agreed and left her there with Adam.
Pulling up a seat next to him, Stella watched the steady rising and falling of his chest. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. Adam had a way of making himself look so much more capable than he actually was. To look at him one would thing he was slightly mad, yeah, but still have the ability to look after himself, yet here, lying on the hospital bed, Stella sighed. Sometimes it was easy to forget that he was barely older than a kid, he was smart, no denying that, but not really that good at looking after himself, but then again, he would have been fine if it wasn't for the fact they had left him with a lunatic. Mac was right, they had been idiots to let him leave without protection, anything could have happened. Correction anything DID happen.