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"How is it going?" Mac asked Jo.
"Terrible, we've got anther DB, same as our first Vic, and not a lot of evidence.
"No fingerprints?" Mac asked.
"Nothing," Jo responded. "He had to have worn gloves, no one leaves prints behind." She added.
Adam was only half listening, "Adam," Mac called.
"Huh?" Adam replied joining in on the conversation.
"You alright?" Mac asked.
"I'm sorry boss; just I don't know there is something." Adam shrugged, "Maybe I'm just tired," Adam sighed.
"Go home; get some rest, if you need to take tomorrow." Mac told him.
"What is with him?" Jo asked.
"What do you mean?" Mac asked, leaning back into his chair.
"The first scene he I don't know, zoned out. And this second one he barely flinches?" Jo observed.
"Adam isn't use to all of this," Mac told her as he held up the file. "Now go home, get some rest. See you tomorrow." Mac finished up and grabbed his jacket and headed out himself.
Jo wasn't sure if that was it or not. But she respected Macs' conclusion, but if he did that again, she would talk to him about it.
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Adam drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind drifting to the past.
"Dad, please," he cried.
"Charles you're going to kill him," she pleaded.
"Shut up, I'll teach him," he sneered as he continued to hit him.
He was trying to block each blow with his hand, but he couldn't. Each blow was coming too fast.
"Charles!" the woman screamed.
He stopped in mid kick and swirled around to look at his wife. "Don't you raise your voice to me," he growled as he back handed her. His mind switched gears from the young man that lay in and out of consciousness to the woman that dare raise her voice to him. "I'll teach you to go up against me, I'll teach you to defy me," he roared.
"I'm sorry, Charles, I'm sorry," she tearfully cried as she tried to back up from him.
"Too late for sorry, you won't dare raise your voice to me ever again," he sneered as he back handed her again.
He lay off to by the corner unable to help his mother. He heard her cry, heard his rants, and heard her bones crack and heard her silence.
Adam bolted straight up out of bed, sweat beading on his forehead; his heart racing. That was what was bothering him that what was in the back of his mind. The night his father beat his mother nearly to death, though he can't imagine being in a coma was being alive. Those two women died because of him, the man behind the beating death of two survivors of domestic violence, died at the hand of Charles Ross. And if he couldn't stop him he would continue to kill.
He quickly got dressed and headed to the crime lab, but not before he made a phone call, he needed the criminal file of Charles Ross.
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Adam," Cheryl greeted with a smile.
"Hey," he replied back.
"You are here awful early," she commented.
"Insomnia," he coolly replied. "Hey did a fax come for me?" he added.
"Just came in," she handed him the folder, "didn't expect you so I put it in a file for you."
"Thanks," he replied.
Once Adam reached his station, he began reading the file, "it was him," he muttered grossly.
Adam reached for his phone, "come on." He drummed his fingers on his table.
"Hello, Uncle Doug?" Adam answered. "Have you talked to him?" He couldn't even call him dad, he couldn't even call him anything, he was nothing more than a monster.
"What!" Adam exclaimed, "Is she going to be okay?" Adam croaked. Tears running down his face. "Uncle Doug I am so sorry," he cried. "I know, but I shouldn't have told anyone, maybe this wouldn't have happened." He replied. And hung up. His Uncle didn't hate him, though he had good reason. His father had nearly killed his sister-in-law. "No one could have known he was getting out," Adam Uncle voice echoed in his head.
He needed air; he looked up at the clock, and realized that his Boss would be there in half hour. He walked out of the lab, and watched as the people walked up and down the sidewalk. All of the sudden the only thing Adam wanted was to be alone, to hide he was good at that, hiding he spent most of his childhood hiding bruises his father gave him, hiding when he could to escape his father wrath. He walked to the parking garage, he loved being this high up, he would sometimes come up here to watch the sunset but today he got to watch the sun come up.
The sounds of the city floated up to him, he had come to New York to escape his past, to start fresh. What he had found was a job he was good at, friends that had turned out to be family. He was content with how things were going. He just wishes that he could lay his past to rest. He looked down at his watch and realized Mac would be in, time to face some things. He thought to himself.
"Well, well, well," a cold steely voice echoed from behind him.
He turned to see him standing behind him, No! His mind raced, he had just let down his guard for a minute. A minute! That is all it takes he guessed.
"Honestly didn't think you would figure it out," he boasted "Although have to be honest I didn't think you where that smart. "They even looked like her," he cooed.
Adams' jaw tightened, "no, you don't get to talk about her." That's when Adam took a step.
"Not so fast," he said as he pulled out a gun from his waist.
"So what, you're going to shoot me?"
He laughed, "No, that's too easy," his dad hissed.
He waved Adam to come towards him, "nice and slow," he warned him.
"If you shoot me right now there will be so many cops on their way up here you wouldn't make it out alive," Adam bravely replied.
Charles laughed. "Boy get over here, I think we need some bonding time, just like old times." He sneered.
Adam sighed he'd be alive if not for a few hours, so he did what his father wanted. He just hopes that Mac and the team would figure this out before Charles Ross would kill him. Adam stood nose to nose with his father, which in turned smiled at his son, and brought the handle of the gun down hard on Adam head. He tried to fight against the blackness, tried to fight hard, but it took him, but in the end it would win, and Adam would lose. In the end his father had gotten him. In the end Adam was alone. Or at least that what he thought….