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"How old are you?"
"old enough," Danny smirked.
"No, seriously," Marcy sighed, "What's your birthday?"
"febuary 17."
"No, what year?"
"Every year." He quipped.
"I friggin' hate you Messer." She glared and walked away from him, and he quickly followed suit.
"Come on, you can take the night off. You promised Flack you'd come out with us one time this week."
"I meant like, weekend, and you both damn well know it."
Danny shook his head, grinning. "You didn't say that, and we need some one to play winner."
"Take Aiden."
"No, she's sick of us."
Marcy pulled bag closer to her body as Danny attempted to grab it. "Can ya blame her?"
"Come on…."
"No." she shook her head and pushed the elevator button again.
"Come on."
"Damn it, no."
"Please?"
Marcy turned looked at his puppy dog like eyes and glared. "I can't go 'til ten thirty."
"Why?" he tilted his head to the side and she looked at the stainless steel doors.
"I've got work."
"You're already at work!" his voice raised slightly and the girl lifted a brow at him.
"I'm a grad student, you know what that means?"
"You have to do everything Sid tells you without complaining?"
"Yes, and…" her voice trailed off and he leaned a little closer to respond.
"You're poor?"
"Exactly."
"You could always bunk with me." Danny gave her a cheeky grin as she stepped into the elevator, where Adam and Stella stood.
"I like men Danny, not boys."
"That hurts right here, babe." He put a hand over his heart as the door closed. "Ten thirty!"
"Ten thirty?" Stella asked.
"Friggin' Messer and his friggin' guilt trips. I hate it when he uses Flack against me!"
She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall of the elevator.
Closing her eyes, Marcy continued. "I'm gonna put them both on an autopsy table one day, I swear to god."
Adam gave her a once over before looking at her in the reflective steel.
"Oh, and I'm undecided between Awesome Adam and Adam the Amazing."
She opened her eyes and looked at Adam. "Which makes you more uncomfortable?"
"Uh," Adam blinked and looked at Stella for help, who promptly took interest in her finger nails, "um…"
"I take it I'm on my own for this one." She shook her head and smiled at him.
"So…I hear you've been trying to put me outta business, babe."
His eyes widened as the door dinged. "What?"
"Trying to replace people with machines." She smirked and shook her head, following Stella out, "they'll never be as good."
She winked at him, and Adam blushed slightly. Standing there until the elevator doors closed, alerting him that he should have gotten out.
"You need to stop teasing that boy."
"I've never teased that boy in my life."
"Have to," Stella quipped.
"Have not." Marcy glared.
"Have too."
"Have not."
The two continued like this for a moment before Marcy sighed. "I should just call him Awkward Adam. It's the most accurate one I can think of."
"See?" Stella smirked, "teasing."
"I don't mean too, but, he's…" She stopped in mid sentence and stared at the woman.
"He's?"
"Annoying, but cute."
Stella's brows shot up, "you think he's cute?"
"Well, yeah, look at him."
"But you don't call people cute; you say things like attractive or good for breeding."
Marcy blushed, "that was one time. And what's wrong with that?" She shrugged and went on, "It's not like I took an interest in him for anything other then sex."
"But you take a different interest in Adam?"
"Not sure yet. If he'd talk a little more, I could feign an interest in what ever the hell he was talking about.
"You're awful."
Marcy grinned, "Can't spell awful with aw."
"Stella?"
Marcy's eyes widened, "how do people do that?"
She looked at Adam. "I'm gonna make you and Messer where a bell."
"Oh, um, okay, I guess." He furrowed his brows slightly.
"You needed something?" the two looked at the older woman.
"They said the samples you got from the cop weren't a proper match," he smiled, "but, they were a match to someone related to him."
Stella beamed. "Good, thanks Adam." She shot the girl a look.
"I'll play nice."
Stella gave a noise of disbelief as she walked off. "Don't let Danny win."
Marcy quickly turned her attention to Adam. "So, you're you doing tonight?"
"Uh…" his face heated up as he tried to think of something he was doing. "Um…x-box?"
"What the hell is x-box?"
"It's a video game."
Marcy nodded in understanding, "oh, well, if you get tired of your…x-box," she looked at him to make sure she got it right, and he nodded, "you should come with me."
"Come where with you?" No way she was talking about hanging out with Danny and Flack.
"With the boys, I'm tired of their whining when I wipe the floor with them." She smiled, "It'd be nice to hear someone new whine."
Adam blushed, heavier then before, but nodded none the less. "Okay."
"Okay, you'll go, or okay, you understand?"
"Both, but I'm not very good at pool."
"That's fine, the boys ain't as good as they think they are." The two grinned at each other a moment and he nodded.
"Where at?"
She gave him directed and winked a blue eye at him. "Ten thirty."
He nodded. "Ten Thirty."
The minute Marcy was out of sight he began dancing.
"Adam, you're scaring the interns." He stopped promptly at Mac's voice.
"Sorry, sir."
"Hmm."
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