Adam woke up before her. As usual. He peered down at her sleeping frame, curled into his side. Her arm were draped limply on his chest, the other was resting on the pillow above her. Twirling a piece of her dark brown hair between his fingers, He carefully reached over to his night stand.
The couple had stumbled back to his apartment (it was closer to the Square than Marcy's) around one a.m the night before and had…had relations. It was nearing eleven a.m now, and Adam's phone had been ringing, or rather vibrating for the past half hour.
He plucked it off the night stand, and checked his voice mail. Most of them were Mac, asking if he was available to work that night.
Adam sighed, he really didn't feel like it. He had to work the following day, and than the next, and than the next. He continued to twirl the strand, as he pressed call. He really didn't feel like leaving his bed.
"Hello, you've reached the office of detective Mac Taylor. How may I help you?"
Adam sighed at the receptionist's shrill tone, "This is Adam Ross calling for-"
"I'll patch you through."
Annoying music more suited for elevators than humans followed.
Blue eyes blinked up at him, smiling he watch Marcy move, setting her hands on his chest she tilted her head. She rested her head on her hands, as her fingers tapped rhythmically on his cool skin.
"Adam?"
He jumped at the sound of his boss voice, "Mac! How-uh, how's it goin'?"
"Good. Vacation went well?" Mac's tone was impatient, obviously not enjoying the small talk.
"Great." Adam purred, brushing his finger tips along Marcy cheek. They left a soft pink blush in their wake.
Across the city, Mac's brows shot up, "oh?"
"Yep."
"Well, um," He cleared his throat, not quite knowing how to respond to that. Remembering that task at hand, he asked, "are you free to work tonight?"
"Yep." Adam replied, not really listening. He'd tuned out after Marcy began running her fingers up and down his beard.
"Great, see ya at seven."
*click.*
Wait what?! Adam's eyes shot from the girl to his phone. Damnit.
Marcy continued stroking his beard, watching his brow furrow at the small silver machine before setting it back down. "You got suckered into work…" She sang playfully.
Smirking down at her, he was quick to roll her on to her back. "We'll just have to make this time count then, won't we babe?"
Marcy giggled as he squeezed her sides sharply.
-
"You know how I feel about cell phones, Bumble."
Marcy's eyes trailed down to Adam's butt as he continued to play Guitar Hero. "I know."
"Hmm. Well, I'll make this quick, you're good?"
"I'm good." Marcy chuckled, "and you?"
"We're good. Everyone. All of us as a whole…well, except Nikki. Half a brain isn't a hole." Robert Allerdyce chuckled at his own joke as his daughter giggled over the receiver. "Works going well?"
"Uh-huh, you?"
"Uh-huh. Boyfriends good?" He probed, wondering if Ella's lie was true. Marcy didn't have boyfriends…she had relations. That's how Robert knew he was related to her.
"Yeah, he's good." Marcy couldn't help but flush at her own double-entendre as Adam plopped on to the couch next to her. She smiled at him; she really did love him bare-chested.
Robert sighed, "Well, kitten, it's been fun. See ya in a couple months?"
"Yupyup." Marcy nodded, pulling Adam closer to her.
"'Kay, love ya."
"Love ya."
*click.*
"Other boyfriend?" Adam questioned, nuzzling against her.
Marcy rolled her eyes, "We've been together a day, Beaker. That makes you the other boyfriend."
"Hmm," He ran his hands up her pale arms. She was in one of his shirts again. Boxers, too. "I'm not hearing a no, there, Amarcia."
"My dad-and don't call me that. Only Bones calls me that. I hate that." Said Marcy, as Adam cupped her face. "What'cha doin' there, Ross?"
He gave her shortish hair a light tug. Her eyes lit up as he moved down her back.
"Oh." She muttered, leaning into kiss him, "I get it now."
-
The day came and
went, and Adam found himself tapping information into the computer in
front of him. Techno beats flooded through his ears as he bobbed his
head along with the music.
There was shuffling behind him, and he felt his ear-bud get pulled out. "Adam?"
"Huh? Oh!" He grinned at the site of Mac, "Whaddup, boss man?"
"Feel like going out in the field, Adam?"
The lab rat lit up. "Totally!"
"Okay, come on, you got a scene to process. You know the warehouse up in Queens Flack did the bust in earlier?"
"You don't mean…" Adam's voice trailed, and Mac smiled at the man's enthusiasm.
"Yep. Lindsey'll meet you there." Before he knew it, Mac's hand was being shaken vigorously.
"Oh, thanks man! You won't regret this, I swear! I won't screw it up! I-I-" Adam beamed, "I gotta tell Marcy!"
"Hmm." Mac chuckled as Adam ran off to the basement.
-
"Guess who got field work?"
Marcy looked up at him, "I don't know, probably Danny, isn't he-oh."
She grinned; "oh!" she hopped into his outstretched arms, Squeeing at him. "Oh, Adam!"
"Yeah, actually I gotta go, but we'll celebrate later, right?" He kissed her, blushing when she gave his backside a stern smack.
"You bet you're
sweet ass we will."
-
"Hey," Stella grinned, watching as Marcy rocked back and forth on her heels. "Everything alright?"
Marcy glanced at her, tearing her eyes from the flickering screen of holograms in front of her. "Oh, yeah. Fine."
"You look kinda…dazed." The older woman leaned against the makeshift podium as the New Zealander sighed.
"Just a little worried. Adam's in the field." Marcy rolled her eyes, "with New Aiden."
Stella shook her head, sending curls back and forth. "No, Danny took her shift, he just left."
"Oh." Marcy smirked, "guess I wasn't the only one who got some over Christmas."
The woman chuckled as she continued, "a very merry Christmas indeed."
-
"Adam, what'd they do to you buddy?" Danny looked down at Adam's hand, littered with cigarette burns, that quivered against his chest.
"i-They we're gonna kill me, Danny, they-they-" He watched Adam as he bit back a sob. "They got everything."
"What'd you mean everything?"
Adam sighed frustrated as he banged his head back against the wall. "My i.d, my notes, i-I gave them the pass codes to the lab." He looked at Danny, dazed, "Marcy's there."
"Don't worry, buddy, we'll get you back to your girl in no time. Where's you're kit?
Adam jerked his head over to the box, "over there."
"We'll get you back to Marce, but first you gotta do me a little favor." Danny bit the tourniquet, pulling it tighter on his hand.
"O-okay."
"I'm gonna need ya to go get it."
Adam watched Danny run off, "wait what?!"
-
"This is so lame." Marcy sighed, huddling in-between Peyton and Sid as she tried, for the third time, to contact Adam.
Peyton patted her arm, attempting to comfort the pale girl, "I'm sure he's fine. Lindsey's with him-"
"Hey guys, what's going on?" the three looked at the Montanan.
Sid furrowed his brow, "I thought you we're with Adam."
"No, Danny took my shift." Lindsey rubbed her hands together as something came over the radio.
Peyton was quick to question Mac's whereabouts, but Lindsey wasn't paying attention. She and Marcy locked concerned eyes as the crossed the street.
"-hostage situation. Repeat we have a hostage situation."
Peyton and Sid shared a knowing glance, before turning to watch the girls hail a cab.
"You don't think…" Sid's voice trailed, before shaking his head, "nah."
-
