Megan leaned into her desk wishing that the pounding in her head would stop. She was looking over profiles of suspects, trying to figure out who was the most likely to join a terrorist organisation; their latest case, but her focus was astray. She wished that Charlie could use some his math voodoo to make the process go quicker. Looking at the coffee sitting on the edge of her desk that David had brought earlier made her want to throw up. Her head felt like it was going fall in, the pain was going so intense she felt like crying. Her muscles ached and she had closed the blinds to keep the light out, the sunny day was a little too much for her. Slowly opening her desk she pulled out a bottle of extra strength Tylenol and took two with the usual bottle of water she kept in her desk. She closed her eye and leaned back in her chair for a moment of rest when Colby came in, without knocking. "Don was wondering if you've come up with…Megan?" Megan lifted her head and looked at her co-worker wishing he could be quieter. "Are you okay?"
"I have a headache," Megan announced resting her head on her hand. "I'll be out in a moment." Megan picked up the files on her desk and heading out behind Granger, she wanted her Tylenol to kick in yesterday. She paused and held onto the doorframe as her stomach wrenched. "Oh crap," she managed to get out before she lost her stomach contents in the garbage can just outside the door.
"Whoa! Where did that come from?" Colby asked looking back at Megan who was leaning on the doorframe. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Megan stood up and brushed her hair back. She took a deep breath in, calmed herself and headed into the bullpen. "I think we're going to have to get Charlie to go through these, there isn't anything distinct about any of them." Megan took a seat fearing that she might fall over or throw up in front of her team leader.
"Nothing? You've been in there all afternoon, Megan what have you been up to?" Don asked in frustration, they were getting nowhere in their case, he wasn't angry with Megan just the situation. "We need something!"
"We'll go back to the scene see if we can find anything new," Colby suggested trying to take the focus off of Megan. He was worried about her and as soon as the meeting was over he intended to force her to go home.
"We don't have time to do that. We have to find these terrorists they've threaten a chemical attack, we've got to get on top of these guys." Don paused as he passed out papers to his team. "David get Charlie over here, Colby go check out the scene try and find something that could lead us to another cell. Megan go through the profiles again." Everyone nodded and got out of Don's view, he was on the warpath.
Colby found Megan back in her office cracking open her bottle of Tylenol. "How many of those have you had today?"
"Two every four hours but I threw up the last bunch are in the trash and Don needs me to get something." Megan downed the pills and turned back to the files.
"Megan you need to go home."
"No I need to focus and you need to go and look at the scene before Don comes in here and fires us both."
Colby knew not to fight with Megan even if she was sick she could still kick his ass and it was true that they needed to solve the case so he headed out without another protest.
After Granger left Megan found herself back where she was before the meeting: nowhere and with a headache that was only getting worse. She folded her arms and placed her head on top as her exhaustion took over and she fell asleep.
Don glanced into Megan's office to see her putting her head down on her desk. He decided to investigate, he needed everyone on their game and was also concerned due to the fact that she hadn't seemed like herself all day. Knocking briefly he let himself in. "Megan?" he asked when she didn't move he crouched down beside her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Megan lifted her head showing Don her deep, sunken, tired eyes. "Megan you look like crap."
"I feel like crap," Megan admitted putting her head down.
"Why didn't you say something?" Don sounded angry. "I need you on your game, I need a suspect."
"Don I've gone through these files a hundred times. I'm on my game but there is nothing here." Megan was in no way exaggerating there was truly nothing to set any of the suspects apart and looking at the files over and over again wasn't making any difference.
"Why don't…"
"If you suggest I go home I'm going to shoot you, my gun is right here," Megan said lifting her head up and pointing to her hip. "You've just got to give me something else to do." Megan knew she needed a distraction they were facing a chemical attack, she couldn't go home and even if she wanted to Don needed her to pull her weight, and he knew it.
"Well we've got Charlie working on finding us some suspects. I was going to go down to the docks; Charlie gave us a list of containers that are most likely to contain drugs, weapons, and general illegal substances. We find the weapons and the attack can't take place." Don knew he needed backup anyway it was department policy. This way everyone else could work on other leads and began didn't feel completely useless. "I already know you're ready, you've got your gun." Megan smiled and stood up, she was feeling a little bit better and the fresh air could improve her condition. "How long have you been feeling like crap?" Don asked getting in the drivers side of the FBI vehicle.
"I get migraines every once in a while. They usually occur when I fighting off a cold or something."
"Have you seen a doctor about it?"
"It's just a headache." Megan tried to play down the pain she was in, the Tylenol was kicking in she had also put her sunglasses on which was helping.
"I think you should," Don said driving to the port. "Are you going to be okay?"
"I'll be fine."
Megan and Don walked around the port looking in the containers that Charlie's search had kicked out. All they had found were cheap plastic toys and electronics. They took turns; one would open the container and the other would stand with their gun ready. After several hours the number of containers began to shrink and they were still getting nowhere, but Megan was feeling better. Don opened the container as Megan stood watch. "I think I've got something," she said walking into the container.
"Yup, that's a case of grenades," Don said looking at the containers. "And…that looks like Anthrax, C4, wow M16's. Looks like we hit the jackpot." Don turned and looked at Megan who was calling in for re-enforcements when she hung up the phone he spoke again, "There is enough material in here to level the city. Do you think there are others?"
"If they are this highly organised they will," Megan said walking in observing the contents she tripped over a wire. "Shit!" she yelled as she watched a timer count down. "RUN!" she and Don barely cleared the explosion and both lay unmoving on the ground.