A/N: See the first chapter for the disclaimer. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and please review!

Chapter 10: "I Screwed Up"

Upon answering his phone, much to his body's chagrin, he was met with, "I screwed up."

Greg sat up and rubbed his face. "What'd you do?" he asked.

"I… I gave my ID and pass codes to the Irish mob," Adam whispered.

Greg sighed, readjusting his position in bed and knowing there was more to the story. "For the hell of it?"

"What? No! Not for the hell of it. I was scared. They were going to kill me!"

"What made you so sure death was imminent?"

Nothing from the other end of the phone.

Greg fought to keep back the gut reaction of tired annoyance. "Am I gonna have to call Danny to get the details?" he threatened gently.

After a moment, he was rewarded with a quiet, "no."

"Alright, then. Let's start with, where are you?"

"Hospital," Adam replied quietly.

"Are you okay?" Greg asked as he shifted a little more upward against the pillows.

"No. I messed up."

Greg covered the mouthpiece before sighing, reminding himself to be patient. "How bad are you injured?"

"M-my hand is b-burned. S-some bruises. Some c-cuts. Not sure yet if anything's br-broken."

Greg inwardly flinched at Adam's stutter. Adam hadn't stuttered when talking to Greg for years, unless Adam was really upset. "So, not too bad then," Greg reassured softly.

"N-no. Not too bad then. J-just… I'm g-gonna be in s-so much tr-trouble."

"I'm sure you'll be alright."

"I d-don't th-think s-so…"

Greg's landline rang, and he silently cursed whoever was calling. "Can you hang on one minute, Adam?" he said into the receiver. "I'm sorry."

"It's o-okay," Adam replied.

Greg put his cell phone down to answer his landline with, "hello?"

"Hey man," he heard Nick's familiar drawl. "I just wanted to check in with you."

Greg furrowed his brow as he made sure he was covering up the mouthpiece on his cell phone. "Why?"

"To see if you'd heard from your friend in New York."

"Why?" Greg repeated.

"The news said there was an explosion at the crime lab there."

"He's okay. He's on my cell with me. Can we talk about this when we get in tonight?"

"Sure. Let him know I'm glad he's alright."

"Will do." They hung up, and Greg picked up his cell phone and said into it, "I'm sorry about that, man."

"It's ok-kay," Adam replied. "The doctor came in."

"So, what's the verdict? Anything broken?"

"Cracked some ribs."

Greg nodded to himself. "So, you're okay. Physically, I mean. You don't need me to fly out there or anything?"

"No," Adam said.

Greg scoffed. "That was a quick answer," he teased.

"Well, I don't."

Greg furrowed his brow. "I was only kidding, Adam."

He heard Adam sigh. "I-I'm sorry. I'm not in the m-mood for jokes. Mac's g-gonna k-kill m-me."

"Pretty sure he has more to worry about," Greg said. "That other call I got was from Nick. He wanted to see if I'd heard from you, because there was an explosion at your crime lab. He said he was glad you were alright."

"Oh, no," Adam sighed sadly. "Is anyone hurt?"

Greg shrugged. "He didn't say, but I would think that you'd might know, considering you're at a hospital."

"True. No news is good news, right?"

"Right."

"Oh, no," Adam whispered. "Mac's here. I-I have t-to go."

"Okay, man," Greg said. "Take it easy, and call me later."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

A/N: Episode is Snow Day (CSI:NY).