Sorry its been almost like two weeks or however long, but i've had alot of drama going on and stupid stuff and boys and blah blah so heres chapter 12! And I'd like to say that I wrote this chapter and they fall in love so quickly because I honestly dont believe in love. So I'm writing what I wish could really happen but wont
Falling in love was something she wasn't good at. She was terrible at it, and it seemed like it was getting easier and easier to do when he was around. He had comforted her when she told him all of her secrets. He held her when she cried, and he was always willing to do absolutely anything for her. He made her feel like a princess, and in his eyes she was. She never thought that she would say it; she was planning on running when she started to feel it. This wasn't like her, to get this emotionally involved with a guy, but it was happening and she had no clue what to do about it.
He was there for her last week when Mac put George Dunkley in jail for the murder of Marine Denis, and the mugging of herself. He held her as she re-called the terrible memories on the stand the night before, and he never once complained about the memories that were stirring up for him self as he comforted her. They had been dating for a month and he had to admit it was the best month of his life. She had been seeing a shrink and ever since then she had been sleeping better. She still tossed and turned but the psychiatrist had prescribed her Rozerem and it helped.
They had been sitting on the couch watching a re-run of Law and Order. She never thought that she'd say it but it just happened. She didn't understand how she could love him after just a few weeks of knowing each other, but the truth is it was happening.
"I don't get how you can watch this stuff." He chirped after a few moments of silence through a commercial. She was lying on his chest and she had almost fallen asleep, but jumped at the sound of his voice.
"Because." She said simply. "I just can."
"Okay." He sighed, running his hand through her hair.
"I love…." She stopped for a second and then spoke again. "When you play with my hair like that."
"And I love playing with your hair." He smiled. She couldn't see it but she knew he was.
"Mmm…" She said closing her eyes again.
"You do that a lot." He said.
"What?" She asked.
"You go 'Mmm' and then you close your eyes and smile." He had stopped running his hand through her hair at this point, and she lightly picked it up and set it on her head again.
"I don't know it's just a habit." She said. She had fallen asleep after a few minutes of Adam running his hands through her hair. He watched her sleep for a while and then finally dare to wake her up so they could sleep in her bed. She made her way to her room and pulled back the covers while Adam used the bathroom.
When he came back she looked at him climb into what was now known as his side of the bed. "Adam." She said simply. He turned and looked at her. "You can talk to me." She said to him.
"My Dad wasn't my sister's real dad." He blurted out. "My mom told him after they found out Steven had Autism. She figured they could get child support money for him so we'd stay on our feet. And we would have if my dad didn't get piss drunk every night." He closed his eyes for a second and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"My Dad used to molest Emma… and he'd beat me when I tried to stop him. He'd beat me when I helped her out with her chores too. Like when I did the laundry for her one day. The night before he broke her arm and she had taken so much pain pills she passed out. So I did the laundry for her and he caught me."
Kylie pulled the covers up over her, but never took her eyes off Adam, listening as he recalled his horrible childhood. "He called me a faggot, and told me if I wanted to be a girl he'd show me what a girl was, and he burned me with the iron my mom had been using. He just set it on my skin and left it there. I couldn't get away from it. I squirmed but I couldn't get away."
"Is that what the scar is on your back?" She asked. She noticed the scar but never asked him what it was or how he got it. She had figured it had something to do with his father; he had scars all over his body from him.
All he did was nod his head, and blink so that he could stop his tears from coming. It was almost as if he could feel the pain all over again. Feel the heat from the iron sting his back as he yelped in pain. He never truly forgave his mom for just watching. He loved her still and to him that was enough. He didn't think he owed it to her to forgive her apologies. He couldn't accept them, not when he knew she did nothing to try and stop his father from beating on her son. She just watched as he pleaded for her to help him.
He was so busy in his thoughts he hadn't realized that Kylie had set his head in her lap. He was crying and she was pushing his hair back as he wiped his tears. "Oh God, Kylie." He managed to say. "The things he did to us."
"Shhh." She said, rocking him. "Your safe now. He's dead, he can't hurt you."
"I know." He said. "I just still have nightmares sometimes."
"I know you do." She said. She had no idea what else to say because she knew she couldn't say she was sorry. Things like that just made it worse.
"I'm sorry." He said, finally sitting up. "I'm embarrassing myself."
"No your not." She said, as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
"I haven't cried like that in years, and t was because of him then too."
"Adam, it's fine. I don't mind. Now you need to get some rest, okay? Good night." She smiled and kissed his cheek. She then crawled under the covers and waited until she was sure he had been sleeping. "I love you." She whispered before she had fallen asleep herself.
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Kylie had woken up late and was running out of the apartment, coffee in hand when she left the next morning. It was a Saturday so Adam was off and had promised her he would clean up so she wouldn't be late. He hadn't told her that he heard what she said the night before that he wasn't really asleep, and he didn't think he was ever going to.
"Well look who decided to join us." Flack beamed as he watched his sister crawl under the crime scene tape that was wrapped around a house in Queens.
"Morning stubble, Donnie?" She asked him in return. "I was in my bed last night. Whose bed were you in?"
"Now, now, children. Let's play nicely." Danny smirked.
"What do we have, Flack?" Stella chirped. She seemed extremely cheerful as she entered the crime seem.
"Your not gonna insult her being late?" Kylie asked.
"Nope." Flack shrugged. "Cara, Caleb, and Charley Feuerstein. This boy is a John Doe, but I'm going to guess its Cara's boyfriend. The oldest brother, Chris came in this morning to pick up a few things and found them. The youngest, Camille, hasn't been located so I took the liberty of calling an amber alert. Charley is the mother, 36 years old. Chris' father died before he was born and as far as I know Cara, Caleb, and Camille's father is also missing."
"You think he could be our prime suspect?" Stella suggested. Usually Flack would laugh at Stella's stupidity and say "find the evidence and I'll find him", or "My gut says so but the Judge's gonna say hell no to the warrant."
Kylie was expecting a smart remark from him, but when he opened his mouth he simply said, "I hope it is. I wouldn't mind a douche bag going down, but hey what do I know?"
Kylie raised her eyebrow but said nothing. She turned to Charley Feuerstein and started to process her lifeless body. She never knew what was the hardest part of her job. Having to tell someone that their loved one was deceased, or having to invade the privacy of someone who had no say because they were dead.
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"Hey." Lindsay sang as she welcomed Kylie into the lab. "I heard you were late today."
"Last night I told him I loved him." Kylie replied. "I mean, he was asleep and he didn't hear it, but I said it."
"Did you mean it?" Lindsay asked her new close friend.
"I have no clue! I mean it just came out. I don't know how I feel."
"Well at least you didn't say it to him actually. Like he didn't hear it. Don't worry about it, until you know for sure."
"Yeah." Kylie smiled. "Thanks."
"Your welcome." Lindsay smiled.
"So about last night?" Kylie asked.
"God." Lindsay sighed. "We broke up, and you know what? I'm glad we did because he is honestly like the worst man alive to be committed to. I mean he's great at sex but that's it."
"Get a young one." Kylie smiled. "They are easy to train and listen very well. Oh! I know the perfect person. His name is Dexter, he is 30."
"Im 35 that's way to young."
"Adam is 30 and the sex is great, Linds. Trust me we haven't had a boring time yet, and we've had a lot of times."
"But you're like 31."
"32, but I appreciate the year taken off. And I'll be 33 in two weeks. Seriously, Lindsay just try it."
"I'm not ready to date yet. I'm still hurting."
"I know it hurts." Kylie said, as she reached over the table to start examining the evidence that she had collected earlier. "But it's life, and its real, and sometimes it fucking hurts. I won't lie, it does, but it's life. And its pretty much all we've got. So we deal with it." She opened the seal on the bag that contained a brown shoe. It was possibly the killer's shoe, seeing as there was no matching one.
"Fine, one date." Lindsay said, truly inspired by what Kylie had just said.
"Great. I'll call him tonight and we'll work something out."
"What's he like?"
"Hot." Kylie smiled. "Blonde hair blue eyes, super tall, nice built, taller than Don. He's a professional skateboarder."
"Damn, at 30?"
"Yeah, he's gonna quit soon and open up a skate shop."
"How did you guys meet?"
"We used to date back in college." Kylie explained. "We're still good friends, because it never got serious. We both were super busy and never had the time."
"How would Adam feel?"
"He knows. He met him a few nights ago we all had dinner. His sister came too." Kylie shrugged, before continuing her work again.
"You're gonna tell him tonight aren't you?"
"Probably not." Kylie sighed, knowing that she couldn't hide how she felt bout Adam.
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She sat down at her table and smiled as Adam lit the two candles in the center. He had cooked her dinner and made sure that it contained no red meat, as that was her new rule for herself. No animals beside seafood and poultry. She said that animal killing was torturous and until they found a humane way to do it she wasn't going to eat animals. Thanks to Oprah's show the day before, Adam had to throw out all of the ham in the fridge, and the beautiful untouched steaks that lie in the freezer. Then she made him go out and buy tofu burgers. Now he had cooked a meal of tofu burgers and vegetables for her. He knew it would be something he never understood, but it was something that she had wanted to try, so he was willing to help her.
She never took her eyes off him as he hurried back to the counter and brought back a plate for her and himself. "I love you." She blurted as he finished pouring her wine.
He sat down and said nothing, causing her to panic. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it." She started.
He smiled before he looked at her. "I love you too." He said.
She let out a breath that she had no clue she had been holding. It had felt good to say it. A heavy load lifted off her shoulder, but as she realized that one load came off another plopped down on top. She was in this now. She was in it for the long run, and that was something she was never good at. She didn't like the idea of her feelings being put at risk, but she figured that Adam was worth the risk.
"Good." She finally said, knowing Adam was waiting for a response. "I told you last night." She admitted, pushing her bangs from her face.
"Well I didn't, I kind of said it to myself and then I thought about it and I do. I mean I know its fast, but seriously, I have never had a relationship this long, well once in like 10th grade. That last until I was a senior, but he was a real jerk. He was like…17 when I was 15, and we dated until I was 19 and he was 21 and then it all went down hill, and stuff."
"Kylie your rambling." Adam laughed.
"I know I always do that when I'm nervous." She whined.
"I know." He said. "Kylie I'm just as scared as you are."
"No I'm more scareder." She said.
"Scareder isn't a word."
"It is now." She sighed, setting her head in her hands.
"Why I you more…. scared." Adam laughed.
"Because I'm old and your young!"
"Your 32, and I'm 30." He said, offering her a hand. "It's not that big of a deal. Really."
"I know its not, but I just…" She stopped. "Let's eat dinner so we can go to bed." She smiled.
"That sounds good enough for me." He returned the smile, and watched as she took a bite into the veggie burger.
Her face scrunched up and she spit out the food. That would have been a turn off for Adam normally, but he didn't mind at the moment. Somehow he found it funny. "I think it's safe to say that this isn't going to work out." She said in disgust.
"It can't be that bad can it?" He asked taking a bite of his own burger. He made the same face that she had made.
"Let's skip dinner." She laughed.
"Deal."
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It's never good when you get a phone call in the middle of the night. Kylie knew it never was. So when her phone rang at one in the morning usually it meant someone in the city was dead. However, Adam's was the one that rang this morning. He had only ever been called in once when Clay Dobson had gone on his first killing streak, so he freaked out when it started buzzing.
"Adam!" Kylie finally said as she awoke to the continuous ringing sound. "It's not mine, answer it."
He turned to the nightstand on his side and picked up his phone. He didn't bother to look at the caller i.d. "Hello?" he grumbled into the phone. Kylie threw the pillow over her ear in attempt to drown out the noise.
"Oh my God…is she okay…how…yeah, yeah I'm gonna look at flights right now…. love you, bye." Adam jumped up and reached for his boxers.
"What's wrong?"
"My mom and step-dad were in an accident." He started. "Emma was already there with Steven it was his birthday. I'm gonna fly out."
"I'm coming with you." She yawned as she reached for Adam's shirt and threw it over her head.
"No." Adam said. "You don't have to I don't even know how long I'll be there."
"You've been there for me, I'll be there for you." She said, standing up to use the bathroom. When she came back she walked to the computer were Adam was working as fast he could to find a flight to Phoenix.
"You sure you want to meet them?" He asked her.
"Sure. I loved Steven. What makes you think I wont love everyone else?"
"I just…" He ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. "I'm warning you now, my family isn't the sweetest family like yours."
"Why didn't you mention it was Steven's birthday?" She asked changing the subject.
"I usually take him out when they come back." He explained. "I hate going out there unless I have to."
"I'll call Mac in a few hours, let him sleep. I think he went home with a girl last night. We don't want to wake her up."
"Okay." Adam sighed. Kylie squeezed his shoulder before going to the kitchen to make coffee for them both. She sighed as she reached for two mugs, not knowing what was going to happen next.
