A/N: This is something that I was working on while my writer's block was wearing off…

Note: My first Body of Proof fanfic!

Disclaimer: I don't own the show! Dur…

Megan shut her car door behind her. She led her daughter, Lacey, across the parking lot, over to the rec center. Lacey had been taking lifeguard training courses for the past three weeks, and Todd, Lacey's father and Megan's ex, had finally allowed her to take Lacey to class.

True, it wasn't real, loving quality time, but it was time nonetheless.

Megan walked behind Lacey, down the halls that led to different sports arenas and such. Lacey pushed open a thick metal door with a sign that said "POOL TWO", along with a long list of warnings about drowning, running and the dangers of chlorinated water.

Megan didn't pay attention, really. She just worked on her phone while Lacey swam, occasionally looking up to see two other moms pretending not to gossip.

An hour or so later, Lacey had changed out of her swimsuit and into her comfortable spare clothes from her gym bag. As the two headed back to the car in silence, Megan continued to play with her phone.

Lacey stopped abruptly.

It wasn't until she ran into Lacey and dropped her phone that Megan stopped. Megan let out a very unflattering word and picked up the phone. Placing it back in her purse, she looked at Lacey.

"What's wrong, Lace?" she asked.

Lacey turned to her right, towards a door marked "POOL ONE", which was cracked open slightly. Lacey began to walk toward it, ignoring her mother's question.

Like mother, like daughter.

Lacey pushed the door open just a bit farther, earning more questions from Megan. Megan walked over and heard what Lacey must have, also - muffled grunts and shouting.

The sound of assault.

Megan pulled Lacey back and slowly entered the pool-room. She had been right-it was assault. A man in gangster clothes- baggy jeans and a hoodie- punched a much smaller, more average-looking man in the stomach. Megan pulled out her phone and dialed Det. Sam Baker. She would get here faster than most policemen. Backing up slowly, Megan put the phone to her ear. That's when the attacker looked up.

Directly at her.

Megan bolted from the building, dragging Lacey along with her. Thankfully, the gangster guy didn't follow. Sam picked up the phone after exactly two rings.

"Baker. What's going on, Dr. Hunt?" The detective asked over the phone, either recognizing Megan's number or just expecting the call.

"Sam! There's an assault in progress at East Philly Rec center, off of Grey Street! Hurry and get your ass over here!" she yelled in response, trying to start her car while Lacey buckled her seatbelt, clearly shaken.

Sam didn't even hesitate. "On my way!" And she hung up.

Megan put her car in reverse and was about to slam her foot on the pedal when Lacey spoke.

"We're just going to leave while some guy's getting beat up in there?" She asked, stupefied.

Megan gulped. "Well…yeah. Frankly, I don't want to join him on one of my slabs at work, thank you very much. And the guy saw me. I'm not gonna risk it."

Lacey dropped her jaw. "You're not gonna risk it? Since when do you NOT risk it?" Megan considered this. It was true.

"Wait a minute...what makes you think I take risks all the time?"

"Peter. He went on and on forever about you when I interviewed him for my project. Sweet guy, but he's really talkative." Megan blushed a little bit at the thought of Peter Dunlop rambling about her.

Lacey snapped her fingers in front of her mother's face. "Hello? Earth to Mom!"

They both snapped their heads to the right at the sound of a police car coming. That was fast, Megan thought. Sam Baker climbed out of the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, running over to Megan's familiar-looking car. Megan rolled the window down. "Pool One, two guys, looked like there was gonna' be some blood." She immediately said, and Sam ran inside, followed by her fellow detective, Bud Morris.

They came back out a moment later, looking defeated. "Too late?" Lacey asked. Morris nodded.

"Do you think you could describe the guy, Dr. Hunt?" Sam asked, bringing out a pen and notepad.

Megan nodded. "Yeah, definitely. "

This sounded sarcastic to Bud. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"The guy looked right at me-I can definitely remember his face."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "He saw you, too?"

Megan nodded. Lacey slumped back in her seat. She was definitely going to be late for her riding lessons.