FOR: Mary Anne

Fandom: CSI: NY

Prompt: Adam OR Danny/Mac, Hangover at work

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"Yo Adam," Danny Messer called out, "Wait up."

"Don't yell Messer," Adam Ross pleaded when Danny finally caught up with him.

"What's the matter with you," Danny asked quizzically, "You sick or something?"

"Or something," Adam groaned, leading the way into the lab, "You got some aspirin on you?"

"Do you see me carrying a purse?" Danny demanded, raising his voice slightly. He didn't bother to hide his smirk when his friend winced, "Seriously, what's the matter with you?"

"Yell again and I lose your results the next time you need me to test something," Adam glared before he answered the question asked of him, "I was talked into trying some new drink…it was stronger than I thought."

Danny's eyes widened and he looked around frantically, "You came to work hung over? Are you nuts or just plain stupid? If you're lucky Mac will just kill you outright."

Adam winced yet again; he really didn't need to be reminded about how Mac Taylor would react if…no, when he found out that he was hung over. The lab tech remembered vividly the only time Danny had ever come to work with a hangover.

It had started when Danny had gone out on a work night. Danny had gotten slightly more enthusiastic then he'd intended while hanging with some of his old high school friends. The CSI's only words to anyone for the first part of his shift was to mutter that he was "just glad I can stand." Mac hadn't been happy when he'd found out.

"Hey doc," Danny yelled, pulling Adam out of his thoughts.

"I hate you Messer," Adam groaned, holding his hand in his hands, not caring how it looked so long as his head would stop throbbing.

Danny ignored his friend in favor of going to talk to Sheldon Hawkes. He came back in the lab few moments later, "Hawkes has some Tylenol in his locker; he's gonna go get it."

"Oh bless you," Adam responded, sitting down in his chair, wondering if one couldn't in fact die of a hangover induced headache. Seconds later, when another voice joined the waiting duo, Adam suddenly found himself wishing he were dead.

"Three Tylenol, two pieces of toast, dry, and a bottle of water," The voice of Mac Taylor intoned into the room.

"D-dad," Danny started.

"M-Mac," Adam started at the same time.

Neither boy seemed to realize that they were speaking at the same time as they finished as one, "It's not what it looks like."

"So Adam's not hung over," Mac asked with a pointed look at Adam before turning the same look towards his son, "And you two aren't lying to me?"

"This is your fault," Danny growled to Adam under his breath. He looked up at the older man, "You see…"

"You really want to try son?" Mac asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No sir," Danny gave him an apologetic look before turning to Adam and giving him a worried look, "Sorry, man."

Adam gave him a small shake of his head, silently telling him not to worry. Danny waited until he got a nod of dismissal from his dad before high tailing it out of the lab; having been in Adam's shoes once before he was sure glad he wasn't there again.

Once Danny left, Mac turned his attention to Adam, "Do I need to tell you that are to go straight home after your shift is over?"

"No sir," Adam bit his lower lip. He knew that 'home' Mac wasn't talking about the apartment he rented himself but Mac's apartment; the same place he and Danny both called home.

"Do I need to inform you that your shift is over now?" Mac's voice was firm.

"Mac, I…" Adam gave his best version of puppy eyes.

"This was your one free card," Mac informed the younger man. "You shouldn't be here while you're sick. Go home and straight to bed, I'll check up on you during lunch. We'll talk when I get off work."

"Yes sir," Adam took the Tylenol before heading out of the lab.

He was stopped by Mac who put the toast in one of his hands and the bottle of water in the other. Mac then walked him out of the building and put him in a cab, handing over some money to the cabbie.

"I'll check in on you in a couple hours son," Mac informed Adam with a small comforting smile.

Adam could only nod, feeling safe despite the fact that when Mac got home from work he wouldn't be sitting comfortable for a day or two at least.

THE END

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WRITTEN FOR: 5/23/11

WRITTEN ON: 5/26/11