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Marcy was up first. As usual, well, actually she had never been one to get up earlier, but insomnia had made her its bitch. So she was up early. The room was dark and she quickly scrambled to flick the light on-she didn't sleep with it off any more. Nikki must've turned it off. She sighed as she rested against the door frame. The woman crossed her arms and retreated to the kitchen. Plucking a carton of milk from the fridge she poured herself a bowl of cereal. Everything as of late tasted like cardboard. Bland.

The first time she had eaten something she's eaten it too fast and made herself sick, and ever since she ate slowly. But still in large portions, but nothing seemed to put the weight back on.

Absent mindedly, Marcy trailed her fingers along the out lines of her ribs, counting each one as she went. The apartment was warm, but the woman shuddered regardless. Every touch left a cold pang , and she briefly wondered if she'd ever get herself back from him.

Her mind drifted away from the basement and back to Adam. He seemed so…sad. She didn't like that. Didn't suit him. He should be happy all the time. Marcy mused, spinning the milk in her bowl. He would be, too, without her. Putting the bowl in the sink, Marcy retreated to the bathroom for a shower.

-

When Adam woke up, Nikki was sitting on the coffee table, staring at him.

"Oh good, you're up." The young man chirped, quickly moving to help the still half dozing other to a sitting position.

"How long have you been like that?" He asked, groggily rubbing his eyes with jeweled fingers as Nikki dropped on to the couch next to him.

"About fifteen minutes, look, I'm not gonna bullshit ya," Adam strained to understand his accent as he spoke rather quickly. "I need to get out, like back into the world, just for a little while. Not that I don't love my little Baby Ci, but this girl, Harper-"

"Ella's friend?"

Nikki nodded, "yeah, she totally wants me. But first I have to buy her."

Adam blinked, "buy her?"

"Yes, women, although they claim not to be whores, tend to make you pay for things before they let 'cha get at 'im." Nikki said, pulling a shoe off the ground and tugging it onto his foot. "You should know, you've got like four of 'em."

The older man rolled his eyes, and silently wrapped himself in the blanket he had been sleeping in.

"So, I'm taking 'er out to breakfast, and if all goes according to plan….dirty things will happen before lunch." Nikki said, happily, standing as he pointed toward the hall. "Marcy's in 'er room, if ya need 'er. But she'll probably ignore you…" his voice trailed off for a moment and he eyed Adam, "ya know, because you have a penis."

A disgruntled croak came from the man's throat, but Nikki paid him no mind. "If ya need me my number's by the phone."

Giving him a harsh, but heartfelt, slap on the back, he gave the lab tech a bid goodbye.

Adam cleared his throat and stood. His legs were stiff and he found himself off balance, cursing his stupidity. Damn it, why'd I have to sleep in my jeans?! No one would've cared if I'd been in my boxers! No one! Leaning back on the couch, he cocked his knees a couple times, working to kinks out. He winced and made his way to the bedroom.

-

Marcy on the other hand, had been up for hours; completely unaware of the man who had been sleeping so soundly on her couch, was now in her door way.

"Hey, Marce?"

Dark blue eyes snapped from her book to him for a second, before dropping back to the book. So he tried again, "Marcy?"

This time she offered him no indication to have heard him. "Marcy? Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall. To the left." She said, so low he barely heard her, but he nodded his appreciation and ducted out of the room. Marcy went back to her book, fingers the pages, but not really reading the text. Closing it, she scooted back against the brass headboard of the bed, and dropped the hard cover on the night stand. Her dark brown hair starting to curl, she leaned her head against the board, and waited for Adam to come back. Which he did. Once again, he peered at her from the door way.

He hadn't really noticed the scars last night. He supposed he was too relieved to see her ya know, okay, to really notice. Most were healed, or at least mostly. But her lip wasn't, a crack down the left side distracting him as he trailed his eyes over her features. The most noticeable other was a slice that went from her temple to the curve of her jaw.

He met her cool gaze, and blinked back tears. The other nicks and cuts seem to be healing up nicely. His eyes left hers to move down her bare shoulders, and finally to her wrists.

"How're you feeling?" Adam never took eyes from her bruised and welted wrist as she crossed her arms.

Marcy shrugged, "okay."

"Can, can uh I sit down?" He asked.

The woman hesitated before nodding, and Adam took his place on the edge of the bed. Motioning toward her, he held out a hand, carefully. "Can, I uh, see them? Your wrists?"

"Why?" Marcy held herself a little tighter, and moved her leg so it could boot him off the bed at any moment. Don't think Adam didn't notice that, either. Gently taking hold of her ankle, he ran his thumb over it a moment. He felt her tense, but didn't look up. He shuffled a little closer and turned to inspect the room. It was nothing like hers.

"Because…" Adam started but couldn't finish when he met her eyes. A few tears had rolled down her cheeks and she was pressed painfully against the head board. He let go of her ankle, and winced as she sighed with relief. "Maybe I should go."

Marcy looked him in the eyes, "maybe."

"Do you want me to?" Adam tilted his head and watched her expression carefully.

"I…" Shrugging, she went on, "I don't know." Marcy had never been so torn. She loved Adam, but…she couldn't bring herself to trust him. And that scared her more than anything. Dropping her gaze to the floor, she pulled her legs to her chest. "I guess, maybe you could stay, if you didn't…"

"Didn't what?" Adam asked, moving a little closer as he smiled.

"If you didn't try to…be anything, to me." She murmured, turning to look at him as she rested her chin to her knee. Blinking lazily at him, she offered him a weak, stained smile as he blinked back, confused.

He tilted his head, "what?"

"I'm not yours anymore, Adam," Marcy along the hem of her shorts, focusing on them instead of his saddened features, "and I don't to be."

"I-I don't understand, Marce, what-why not?" His voice cracked, as he stumbled hopelessly over his words.

Dark blue eyes closed as she sighed, "I can't give you what you want anymore."

"And what do I want Marcy? Sex? 'Cause if it's sex you know I don't care about that!" Adam was pleading now, and he moved to the ground. "Look at me." When she ignored him, he snapped. "Look at me!"

Dirty finger nails sliced through her cheek as he threw her to the ground, "next time I tell you to look at me, you look!"

Marcy's eyes snapped open and she quickly jumped off the bed. Quickly back away from him, she stumbled back against the wall. "Don't!"

"Marcy, look, I'm sorry-it, it was an accident." Adam put his hand up to reassure her and she quickly flinched away.

"Don't!" Her voice echoed as she hollered, and he stared at her. Rubbing the back of his neck, he watched as she became to hyperventilate, roughly scraping her palms along her welted cheeks.

"Marcy, don't, don't do that." Adam said, gently as she slid to the floor, hysterical. Watching her rake her hands along her face, he briefly wondered where Marcy went. His Marcy. The girl who spun in chair, and ate cereal from a box and wasn't afraid of anything. Much less himself. For a moment, he wasn't sure he could do this. Wasn't sure he loved her enough. Then he caught wind of what she was whispering.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Marcy murmured, rocking herself slightly as her breath struggled in her chest, "I'm so sorry, Adam, I'm sorry."

A few tears strayed from his eyes, and he moved a little closer to her. When she didn't seem to notice, he moved closer still. Tilting his head, he carefully place his hand on her knee. Marcy tensed instantaneously.

"Don't apologize Marce, not to me." He ran his thumb over the exposed skin and leaned back against the bed.

She watched his thumb with great interest, and her rapid stroked slowed. Finally, she put her hands down and wrapped her arms around her legs. Adam pulled his hand away, and she put her head on her knees.

"I…" Marcy started, but couldn't find the words. Sighing unhappily, Adam put his hand back on her knee.

"Did-did Booth saying anything about…"

A small smile played on her face, and Adam grinned. "What?"

Marcy met his eyes, and gently lifted a hand to his face. Cupping it softly, she spoke. "You found me."

Leaning his face into her warm hand, Adam nodded. "Mac helped."

"Ella called." Marcy told him, the smile never leaving her face, as panic rose in his blue eyes. "I'm real happy for you, Adam."

"It's not what you think!" He said, "she was just cleaning my apartment!"

Marcy ran a loving finger down his beard, stopping at his chin before she dropped it. "I think you should go for it."

"What?" He stared at her passive features as she shrugged.

"It was Kendall wasn't it?"

He nodded and she went on, "I like Kendall, she's hot and awesome. I think she'd be good for you."

"I don't want any one but you." He murmured, eyes once again wet with tears as she stood.

"You should go back to her." Marcy said, moving to get back on the bed.

Adam's brows furrowed, "I don't want anyone but you."

You won't after you find out what happened to me. She thought, before saying, "I just think it'd be for the best."

"Until you're ready, right? For the best until you're ready?" Adam's worried gaze was returned with a watery smile.

"No, Adam." Wrapping her arms around herself, she shook her head. "Just go."

He stood, and brushed some of her hair back from her face. "You want me to go?"

Want? No. Need? Yes. Marcy nodded, "Yeah, I do."

"Fine." He dropped his hand, and gave her a light kiss on the forehead as he left the apartment.

-

"How'd it go with, Marcy?"

Adam didn't take his eyes off his hoho, but couldn't bring himself to eat it. "She told me to date Kendall."

Danny's jaw dropped, "get the fuck outta here."

"Swear to god."

"You know she doesn't mean-"

"Yes she does!" Adam snapped, standing. "She wants me gone, then fine."

He tossed his snack cake in the garbage. "I'm gone."