Here's the next chapter! We get to see Adam's point of view this chapter, hope ya like it! Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, reviews always make my day!
The day had started off so normal for Adam James Holmes. He had woke up a little late like usual, was in a rush to get dress before his mom decided to ground him for being late, ate breakfast and then had his morning talk with his father. Afterwards he gave his phone to his mom, once again like normal, so she could talk to his dad while he went and got his stuff ready. The differences started when his curiosity finally won out and he snuck downstairs to listen in on his parent's conversation. He knew it was bad to listen in on someone else's conversation but he wanted to know if his mom and he were ever moving back to London with his father.
So he snuck downstairs, being light on his feet and skipping the third step from the bottom because it squeaked whenever a certain amount of pressure was put on it, (one of his experiments proved that the lightest object that caused said stair to squeak was a soccer ball being dropped from one foot above the stair) like his father had taught him. He then put his back to the wall once he reached the last stair and slid along it until he was an inch from the entrance to the kitchen and breathed slowly in and out so he could hear better through the adrenaline rushing through his veins.
The first thing Adam hears is "I never know if the times that you call to talk to Adam if you're high or not. Bloody hell, Sherlock! Sometimes when the phone rings I expect it to be Lestrade calling to tell me that he's found your body in some alley somewhere dead from overdose."
Adam used some words that he knew his mother would berate him for then correctly deduce he had heard from Uncle Tony. He hated not having all of the facts! He had no clue what his mom was talking about. If you don't understand, break it down. Adam heard his father's voice say from a past memory. Taking a deep breath, Adam started to break it down: "if you're high or not"- high is usually referring to using drugs. "Dead from overdose"- overdose is death by too much drugs in ones system at one time and the body is unable to break down the drug fast enough.
Adam shook his head slightly. It still didn't make any sense! His father would never use drugs, he was a smart and logical thinker and using drugs was so…stupid. He couldn't understand why his mother would think that his father would be high whenever he called Adam. Adam would have heard it in his voice because his dad would have acted differently and he knew his father. His dad was his hero along with his mother. There was no chance that his father would do something like that!
This all went through Adam's head like the speed of light and he broke out of his thoughts when he heard his father answer his mother. "I've been clean for over a year. I have a clean apartment and a roommate moved in with me a year ago. I work cases with Lestrade almost all the time now, Riley. I don't know what more I can do to show you that I've changed." The boy frowned. He then leaned forward a little bit more, thinking he wasn't hearing correctly, and overbalanced. He put his foot out to stop his fall and hurried to straighten himself back up and held his breath to see if his mom noticed.
He heard a chair screech as it was pulled out then footsteps moving toward the back door. Adam closed his eyes and hoped that his mom was just looking outside and not planning on…
The sound of the sliding glass door opening then closing a moment later had Adam cursing once again as he slowly peaked out into the kitchen. The kitchen was empty! His mom had heard him and had gone outside. Adam huffed, 'Great! I didn't get anything from what little I heard.' Adam glared down at his gangly legs. He hated that his legs were too long for his body. Uncle Tony and Dad had told him that he would grow into them, that they had the same problem when they were growing up, but it still sucked.
He then turned and stomped back up the stairs to grab his bag. He went back downstairs, still trying to figure out what his parents were talking about. His mom was back in the kitchen when he returned; she was grabbing her things for work as he watched her gracefully move around the kitchen with practiced ease. She grabbed a case file that she had put on top of the refrigerator before heading toward him. That was one of the places that he couldn't reach even with his long legs, his mom was correctly wary of his want to reading case files since one time when Adam was six he had been found reading through it with the gory pictures spread around him.
She handed him his phone and lunch before leading him out the door and to her BMW. They both got in and they started their drive to his school in silence. Halfway there, Adam finally decided to speak up, "Mom, when are we going to go back to London?"
Adam watched in the corner of his eye his mother tense. She seemed to argue with herself for a moment before she said warily, "I don't know, Adam."
"Why not?" He asked stubbornly.
"Because I just don't Adam," Her tone was telling him that the questioning was over.
But he was the son of Sherlock and Riley Holmes and his genes gave him a double dosage of bull headed stubbornness, and he continued despite the clear warning, "Are you still mad at Dad?"
His mom sighed, "Adam, please,"
"Why can't we go move back to London?"
"Because we can't." His mom was starting to sound stressed and upset. Normally Adam would have stopped and would later make it up to her for making her upset.
But today was different. "Why not? You never tell me what's going on! I want to go back to London and live with Dad!"
"Adam! Watch your tone!" His mother admonished.
The younger Holmes narrowed his eyes at his mother and clenched his fists. "You don't love Dad anymore, is that it?"
There was a sudden tense silence and Adam thought he may have gone too far. The car suddenly stopped and Adam noticed that they were in front of his school. Adam glared at his mother and grabbed his backpack and opened the car door. He stepped out and slammed the car door and started for the entrance to the school with anger boiling in his veins.
Distantly he heard a car door slam behind him before his mom's voice said, "Adam!"
He debated ignoring her but decided in the long run it was best if he didn't. In slight rebellion, he only paused in his walking and didn't turn to look at his mom. He could almost see her sigh before she moved toward him.
She came around to stand in front of him and she bent down to his height. She cupped his face and normally Adam would have been so embarrassed to be seen with his mother doing this but today was not a normal day and he was too angry to care.
His mom lifted his face so he would look her in the eyes. He glared at her with his angry dark blue eyes as her eyes stared back at him with sadness and regret. She stared at him for a moment before she spoke, "Adam, my feelings for your father are not the reason why we can't move back to London. The reason is complicated and not something you need to know."
"Then un-complicate it!" Adam told her.
She shook her head, "It's not that simple, AJ." Adam paused and studied her closely. She hadn't called him that since he was 7 and he told her that he just wanted to be called by his actual name because he wanted to be treated with respect like Uncle Mycroft was. Though she looked a little put out when he told her this, she had grudgingly complied with his request.
"Why isn't it simple? I don't understand!" Adam ignored what she called him for a moment and decided to ask in frustration.
"I know you don't. But you will when you're older." She simply told him as she ran a hand over his head. He pulled back from her with a glare and crossed his arms. He didn't care how childish he was acting, he hated when people told him he would understand when he was older. He found that that just really meant that people didn't want or have the answer and used that reply as a way to shoo children away. He clenched his jaw like he saw his father do when Adam had spent the month in London with him the past summer after Anderson had made a moronic comment.
"Im going to be late," Adam told her sharply. His mom frowned but seemed to decide to allow his tone to go for now as she nodded and leaned forward to kiss him gently on the forehead. She straightened from her crouch and told him, "I love you,"
Adam didn't reply and simply walked past her and continued into the school.
He regretted not saying he loved her back throughout the day especially since his mood grew worse and worse the longer the day wore on. Once school was finished the only thing Adam wanted to do was head over to NCIS and ignore everyone except Auntie Abby and Uncle Ducky. He was almost out the door before he was stopped by his teacher who wanted to know how he was. He was pulled into a conversation with his teacher for 20 minutes and by the time he headed outside, his bus and come and gone without him. His mood grew increasingly sour as he thought on what he should do.
Should he call his mom to ask her to either pick him up or have someone else on the team pick him up? He started to reach for his phone before he remembered his mom's words from this morning, you will when you're older. He'll show her he was older, he will find his own way to NCIS on his own. He lifted his head up determinedly and turned and started in the direction to the Navy yard.
He walked a few blocks from the school, remembering each turn he would have to make from the many times he rode the bus and started to smile. He didn't need anyone to hold his hand, he could take care of himself no problem. He was a block away when he heard the sound of a car coming toward him from behind. He glanced back and noticed it was a nondescript black van and it was suddenly slowing down. The window passenger side window rolled down as the van came to a slow stop. That's when Adam noticed he had stopped walking to watch the van.
A woman with dark, shoulder length brown hair and dark blue eyes smiled at him from the passenger seat. In the driver seat sat an equally smiling man with short cropped black hair and brown eyes.
"Hi," The woman said with a soft smile, "Do you happen to know what street the White House would be on?"
Adam observed them warily; he backed up slightly and said, "Im sorry, I can't help you. Im not supposed to talk to strangers."
The woman nodded in understanding, "I know your parents told you that but we just really want to head over to the White House. We're travelling from California you see and our navigation broke." She lifted up a GPS that had a cracked screen for emphasis. "My husband dropped it when we were leaving the hotel this morning and it's stopped working since. Can you just tell us the street?"
Adam bit his lip and glanced up and down the sidewalk, hoping someone else would come by so they could answer the woman. Seeing only a man talking angrily in his cell phone farther up the street from them, Adam sighed and took a small step closer to the van and looked at the woman. She kind of reminded him of his mom with her dark blue eyes because Adam loved when they went that color because that usually meant Mom was thinking of Dad and he remembered that her eyes were that color just this morning when he was talking to his Dad.
"It's on Pennsylvania Avenue. If you go to the end of this street and turn left you should hit it in around five blocks then you just have to turn right on Pennsylvania and it should be on the right side of the street." He told her.
She smiled at him before glancing at her husband and saying, "See, Jim, I told you he could help us."
Adam's head snapped toward the man when he replied in a British accent, "Yes you're right, dear." Adam slowly looked back at the woman as she replied, "Thank you for all of the help. You made it so much easier Adam."
The boy started to nod before he froze suddenly, "How-how do you know my name?"
The man leaned forward toward the passenger window and his smile was now evil as he replied, "All in good time, dear Adam. All in good time," As Adam made a move to run, an arm came around his chest and pulled him back against a lean chest. Adam started to struggle against the hold, turning his head and noticing it was the man that had been talking angrily on his phone earlier. The man's other hand came up and he Adam jerked his head away from the cloth in the man's hand. He had performed enough experiments to know the bittersweet smell of chloroform. The hand followed his face though and the hand around his chest pulled tighter, crushing against his ribs. The boy moaned at the pain and paused for just a second in hopes of making the arm loosen around his ribcage and that was all the hesitation the man needed.
The cloth came over his mouth and nose and Adam's eyes widened and he tried to move his head away but he had already inhaled some of the chloroform and became sluggish. The man pressed the cloth closer to his face and Adam weakly reached up a hand to pull the arm away from his face but his arm didn't even make it to the halfway point before his eyes closed against his wishes and his arm weightlessly fell to his side.
Adam groaned in protest as he felt his body being lifted. He heard voices but could not comprehend them as he fell more and more into the darkness beckoning him. He felt himself be put down on a solid surface and felt someone tying his feet together.
He felt soft hands grasp his wrists and pull them together in front of him; duck tape was wrapped tightly around his wrists.
Adam finally gave in to the darkness and didn't feel the cloth be removed from his face or the woman giggle and run a hand through his hair.
Today was different and it was going to continue to be different from this day on.
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