unprofessional
title: Office Romance (1/8)
with: Adam, Stella, Mac, Hawkes
rated: PG (NC-17 overall)
herein: oh, it’s such a pretty pretty lab :)
disclaim: they own me, not the other way around
note: a round robin pov series, each piece prompted from goddess_loki’s csi:ny generator
Okay. Okay.
Adam’s fine. He does this all the time, every day. He has the GCMS results, everything’s clear, he just needs to walk into Mac’s office and deliver the printout. Just like a thousand times before.
Through the glass wall, he can see Mac bent over a file. Stella paces in front of his desk, talking with her hands. Mac looks up as Adam enters, and Adam’s-
Heart. Stops. Beating.
If Adam were melodramatic he’d say he dies a little every time he talks to Mac. But he’s not melodramatic. Really.
He clears his throat and holds up the printout. “Trace beneath Sarah Myer’s fingers is printer ink. Not industrial, just the generic black ink found in most computer printers.”
Mac takes the printout from Adam’s hand, and maybe he shouldn’t have said generic. Maybe he should’ve said inkjet printers. Mac likes specific. He likes specific, and he doesn’t like assumptions, so Adam tries not to make any. It makes an ass out of you and me, his granddad always used to say, and really, Adam might make assumptions if he thought Mac would say that, too. It would be so worth it to hear Mac say ass.
“Anything else?” Mac raises an eyebrow.
It’s really a good thing that Adam’s not melodramatic. He shakes his head and beats a hasty retreat. Mac takes his job very seriously. Mac doesn’t like when people are unprofessional.
Adam suspects having a crush on his boss is very unprofessional.
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thanks for reading; feedback always appreciated
with: Adam, Stella, Mac, Hawkes
rated: PG (NC-17 overall)
herein: oh, it’s such a pretty pretty lab :)
disclaim: they own me, not the other way around
note: a round robin pov series, each piece prompted from goddess_loki’s csi:ny generator
Okay. Okay.
Adam’s fine. He does this all the time, every day. He has the GCMS results, everything’s clear, he just needs to walk into Mac’s office and deliver the printout. Just like a thousand times before.
Through the glass wall, he can see Mac bent over a file. Stella paces in front of his desk, talking with her hands. Mac looks up as Adam enters, and Adam’s-
Heart. Stops. Beating.
If Adam were melodramatic he’d say he dies a little every time he talks to Mac. But he’s not melodramatic. Really.
He clears his throat and holds up the printout. “Trace beneath Sarah Myer’s fingers is printer ink. Not industrial, just the generic black ink found in most computer printers.”
Mac takes the printout from Adam’s hand, and maybe he shouldn’t have said generic. Maybe he should’ve said inkjet printers. Mac likes specific. He likes specific, and he doesn’t like assumptions, so Adam tries not to make any. It makes an ass out of you and me, his granddad always used to say, and really, Adam might make assumptions if he thought Mac would say that, too. It would be so worth it to hear Mac say ass.
“Anything else?” Mac raises an eyebrow.
It’s really a good thing that Adam’s not melodramatic. He shakes his head and beats a hasty retreat. Mac takes his job very seriously. Mac doesn’t like when people are unprofessional.
Adam suspects having a crush on his boss is very unprofessional.
……
thanks for reading; feedback always appreciated