"Green."

Ella moved the cootie-catcher accordingly. "Number?"

"Twelve." Marcy sighed, bored, as Adam dozed curled in a ball on the couch next to their seat on the floor.

The teen opened the slot. "You've lied to the ginger boy on the couch."

"It doesn't say that!" her sister snatched it from her hands and read it over, "you've lied to the gin- No I haven't!"

"Yes you have." Ella insisted.

Marcy shook her head, "not mentioning isn't the same as lying."

"Yeah, I know, it's worse. The wanton disregard of information. That's a government thing, not an Allerdyce thing."

"Good thing I'm going to be working with the FBI then." The tone was harsher then she'd meant, and she apologized for it.

"No biggie. We should go soon." Ella glanced at the clock on the VCR, "My plane takes off in two hours."

"Yeah," Marcy gave Adam a light kiss on the forehead and tossed a blanket over him.

Ella tilted her head slightly, "He's drooling on your pillow."

"I know."

-

"You gonna be okay in the big city all by your lonesome, Sparky?"

The older girl grinned, "I think I'll fair okay."

"Good." Ella gave her a one armed hug. Before holding her at arms length, tearing slightly, she gave her a weak smile, "I'll be seeing you, right?"

"'Course."

Neither of them was entirely sure that was the truth, so the next embrace was considerable tighter. As they separated Marcy brushed some of the teen's tears away.

"You tell the folks I said, wuddup, okay?"

Ella chuckled, "okay. Love ya, Marce."

"Love you too, Fitz." Waving good bye, Marcy's heart sank as her little sister got on the plane. She's all grown up now-Ella flashed her the devil's sign and stuck her tongue out as she boarded-Marcy smiled, okay, maybe not.

-

Adam awoke to an empty apartment. Standing, he wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. He managed to blink the sleep from his eyes as they examined the room. A smirk fluttered across his face, he was alone. She'd never find out…it was perfectly okay for him to snoop-respectfully of course. He'd stay out of her bedroom and all…but that cabinet on the other side of the room was just too tempting.

"Marcy?" His voice carried through the empty apartment, "if you're not home but give me permission to go through the filing cabinet don't say anything!"

Silence. 1. 2. 3-

He popped the first drawer open, smiling at its contents. She sure had a lot of Disney movies. Adam's first assumption was that they were, of course, for Cara. But after noting that there were at least three Muppet movies, he began to doubt that. Putting Muppet Treasure Island on, he went on to the next drawers. The next one was also filled with cluttered DVDs, and crumpled papers. These movies were more 'age appropriate' with documentaries, and a few dark comedies. Growing bored with it he moved to the last one, discarding the blue woolen cloth on the floor. This one was all files.

Mostly case files, with names he didn't recognize. Renaissance death- 1600s, Torture Victim-Dark Ages, Last-

Adam's hands shook as he picked it up.

Last Will and Testaments. Wearily, he opened it and checked the name. His eyes darted down to the name.

Amarcia Cerys Allerdyce.

Definitely her. He blinked and slowly dropped it back into its spot. Adam's mouth was suddenly dry and his eyes suddenly wet as he made his way to the kitchen.

The TV behind him continued to drift in and out of his mind as something sparked at the words.

"I'm sorry your present didn't work out." A young boy's voice echoed.

He leaned over the sink, letting his head drop. She wouldn't-nothing was going to happen to her. Adam's own reassurance did nothing to ease his paranoia.

"Please don't drop it! It's all it's all I have-" The front door opened and he quickly wiped his eyes.

Marcy glanced at the screen. "Adam?" She called.

"In here."

Spotting his back, she ducted into the kitchen, smiling dimly as she wrapped her arms around him. "Everything okay, love?"

He shook his head and she tightened her hold on him as he spoke. "Why did you write your will?"

"Just a work hazard is all." Marcy smiled a little to herself. "Is that what all this foolishness is about?"

He turned sharply, "It's not foolish! You could die, doesn't that bother you!?"

She jumped slightly at his outburst. "Of course Adam but you don't need to be a spazz about it."

"Why do you always have to be such a fucking spazz, Jesus Christ Adam, grow up!" Adam flinched at the memory. Marcy raised a hand delicately to his face.

"Adam?"

He jerked away from her, chuckling falsely, "sorry, I –um. Sorry."

"It's not nothing, if it's about the whole dying thing; I rewrite my will whenever I fly. Or take road trips. Or have Nikki visit." She stared into space, "but that's more incase I murder him and end up on death row then anything else."

Adam rested his head on her shoulder as she leaned against him. "You really shouldn't worry yourself over stuff like that Adam. It's out of your control."

"I know." He sighed. "Ella, get off okay?"

"Yeah. Fine."

They stood in silence a moment before Marcy tucked herself into the crook of his neck.

"My sister hates me." She whispered.

He tightened his grip. "My dad used to beat me and my mom."

"I know." She placed a soft kiss on his collar bone. Then his throat. Then his mouth. Letting it linger a moment she pulled back, stroking his beard coyly. He leaned into her, taking her hips in his hands as he brought her closer to him. Rubbing his fingers on the pale exposed flesh on them he stared down at her as she ran her hands up and down his arms. Marcy fiddled with his sleeves a moment. She glanced up at him through her lashes.

"You know, Adam," She brought her fingers up to the top button of his shirt, snapping it open. Then the next. Her cool hands fluttered under the fabric, running across his shoulders as she lifted her hips to rest against his. "I really like you bare-chested."

"Miss Allerdyce." He smirked, resting his fingers just on the inside of her low ridding jeans, "You're trying to seduce me."

"Uh-huh." She admitted, tilting her head and biting her lip, "Is it working?"

"Uh-huh." Adam smiled, mimicking her tilt as he placed a welcomed kiss on the small area of her neck that wasn't covered by her black sweater. Pulling the zipper down, he smirked. "You didn't change before you left."

He toyed with the hem of her Muppet shirt as she dropped the sweatshirt to the floor. Feeling bold he slipped his hands under it, running them up and down her sides. She wasn't spectacularly thin, her ribs didn't poke out of her sides nor did any of the bones in her body. He came to the edge of her bra and trailed a finger along the outline of it. Marcy shuddered. "Adam…"

"Mmhm?" He moved to her neck, leaving light nips and kisses as he brought her back against him.

"Why the hell aren't we naked yet?"

He chuckled. "I don't know."

Continuing up to her lips, Adam let out a quiet moan as she kissed him roughly on the mouth, boring her hips into his. Squeezing his broad shoulders Marcy slipped her tongue into his mouth as they backed into the counter top. Gripping her ass, he hauled her up onto it as she looped a leg around his waist. Tugging his shirt off, she smiled into the kiss as she raked her nails lightly down to his jeans.

He gasped quietly as Marcy broke the kiss to undo his pants, leaving feathery touches in her wake.

"Condom?" She asked.

He blinked at her. "Huh?"
"Do you have a condom?"

"Shit." He yanked his pants back up. "In my wallet. Which is in my coat, just a sec."

Marcy grinned, laughing a little as he stumbled back toward the coat rack. Holding it triumphantly over his head he reentered the kitchen.

"Got it!" He announced and Marcy grabbed his hand, pulling him into the bedroom.

A/N: that one was kinda steamy. Sorry for the long wait and I hope my awkwardness didn't translate on to the page.