I sat in the break room of the New York crime lab. I was working on IB Chemistry with my music playing. I had to write a study guide on chapter 4, bonding. My teacher, Ms Hall, I think she's trying to work us to death. I sighed and laid my head in my hands; I just wanted to sleep.
Caffeine, I decided pulling a dollar out of my purse. I walked out of the break room to the vending machines. Someone I didn't recognise was standing at the snack machine next to the soda machine. He was younger, in his mid twenties. He had curly hair, pale skin, and was wearing a leather jacket. He wasn't anyone that worked here.
"Sorry, I'll just be a sec," he said pushing in a number for his snack.
"No it's fine I'm getting a soda."
"Aren't you a bit young to be working here?" He asked.
"No.. I don't work here..."
"Oh... Me neither. I'm Reed, Reed Garret."
"I'm Flyte. What are you doing here then?" I asked retrieving my Diet Coke.
"I'm looking for Detective Mac Taylor, we have an annual coffee break once month." He said.
"Really? Why?" I asked.
"He's my step dad. I found him when I was looking for my birth mum, who I found out died in 9/11. Since I found Mac we've kept in contact."
"I didn't know he had a step son."
"Well, he didn't either. My mum, Claire, put me up for adoption before they met."
I nodded. "He never told me."
"Enough about me," he said smiling. "What are you doing here?" He asked opening his chips.
"I'm uhh. Macs niece. He sort of adopted me a few months ago. Claire, she was my dad's sister."
"He never told me. We haven't talked in a while but wow, so you're like my cousin." He said. I nodded.
"Why did he adopt you?"
"After I uh, left the hospital I guess my dad didn't want me anymore. So Mac took me in. Wow, I thought he would have told me."
Reed smiled. "Well I guess we both best find Mac. I suppose you could come to coffee with us."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Asked Reed patting me on the back.
"Her and I lost contact, I don't know."
"It's cool Mac I got like a little sister now," he said laughing putting his arm on my shoulder.
"Maybe now are coffee breaks will be more then once a month," said Mac smiling.
"How old are you anyways Flyte?" Reed asked.
"16, you?"
"24."
They ordered coffee, I a diet coke, and sat in a booth, Mac next to me and Reed across from us.
"What do you do?" I asked Reed.
"I'm a journalist, have a blog. Things are going well with that."
"What college did you go to?"
"Chelsea University, are you thinking about college?"
"Yeah, NYU hopefully."
"Oh what do you want to major in?"
"Biochem. I wanna be apart of the crime lab." Mac smiled.
We had small talk, school, work, Macs newest case, TV, and more. I like Reed. It'll be nice to have someone like an older brother. I just am afraid for what will come when he finds out more about me, my past, and my fucked up self. I'm going to end up hurting him, because I can't live without hurting myself.

*again, sorry for small typos, all my fanfic is written on my phone . lol. This one was kinda short but more is coming! R&R? Plz be nice*