Little Body of Proof story I've got going on.

Love any shows with 2 strong female leads, shame they cancelled this one.

Strong Kegan - Mature rating for later chapters


"If I don't kiss you now I think I'm going to lose my mind" the blonde woman though to herself. But she didn't kiss her, she turned away and busied herself, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, counting to ten before taking another, to calm her rapidly beating heart and try and steady her strung out nerves.

She knew her body was reacting to the woman opposite her, she felt arousal burning it's flame and flushing her chest, neck and face, but she had to maintain discipline, control. It wasn't the time of the place to lose her composure, to let anyone see how much she was affected by the look of her colleague, the sound of her voice, the click of her heels on the corridor, the lingering scent of her perfume in the elevator. And much less the woman herself. She took another breath and pushed down on the desire she could feel bubbling up inside of her.

She turned round with a stack of paperwork in her hand, "Megan" she said, forcing her tone to remain steady, the tremble out of her voice. The other woman looked up and made eye contact and she knew she was very close to losing herself in those eyes, the spark and life that danced there seemed to pull her in and taunt her with what could be.

"Please update me on the case, I haven't seen you this week. Are you avoiding me? Is there something I should know about the deceased?" It all came out too rushed, there were multiple questions, where usually she would be straight to each point in turn, but her thoughts were muddled and this showed in her haphazard questioning of her member of staff.

Megan looked away, Kate suspected something wasn't right with this case, but her own feelings for Megan were simmering just under the surface and she no longer felt she trusted her own judgement in regard to Megan and her behaviour.

"Megan, is there a problem?" Kate pushed.

Silence greeted her, "Megan will you look at me?" she asked.

Megan turned towards her, and Kate was shocked to see there were tears in her eyes. "Kate, please take me off this case" was the reply, as she let out a shaky breath.

It was obvious to Kate that something wasn't right with Megan, something wasn't right with the case and with her own problems, something wasn't right with her either. Was her whole department going to fall apart over this one case?

"Can I ask why you want to be removed from the case?" she asked. Megan had used the word please, it was a request but not in the usual Megan Hunt style of confidence and arrogance. It wasn't a rhetorical question, it almost bordered on pleading and Kate wanted to reach out to her but knew that was inappropriate. Kate needed to ask the question in her professional capacity, but she was also curious, Megan never walked away or gave something up, this was just not like her.

"It's personal, I don't want to discuss it" was all she got. The tears had been replaced by fire, Megan had made her decision, she had finally made up her mind and voiced the words that had been gnawing at her for the last few days and now she was challenging Kate to disagree and to argue about it.

"Ok Megan" Kate responded, "I'll take you off the case, and you know my door is always open if you want to talk…" she said to the receding figure and closing door.

Megan stalked to her office and closed the door, she sank into her chair behind her desk and rested her head on her hands. That had actually gone better than she had envisioned it. Kate had asked her to explain, she knew she would, but she had not probed into it, she hadn't blown up in an argument, she had very calmly let Megan walk away.

Megan didn't understand, that wasn't the Kate she knew but things had been off for the whole week. Since the preliminary ID on the victim Megan hadn't been able to concentrate and maybe she just wasn't reading Kate properly because of her own uncertainty and fragile state. The tears that threatened to come in Kate's office hadn't been a ploy, they were real, Megan knew she was in danger of losing herself if she couldn't get a grip on the emotions and deal with the feeling the body on the slab had brought back to her.

And as Megan sat quietly in her office trying to sort through the mess that had become her head, she was avoiding closing her eyes and remembering. She wouldn't go through that door in her mind, the one that lead to the past. It was done, it had happened, but she refused to let it affect the present or her future. That door was going to stay shut, she wasn't going to open it, she was Megan Hunt, she was determined and she was strong.

Even as she tried to convince herself the silence in her office span on, and her mind wandered unbidden. She felt the metaphorical hand of her mind reached out to the door knob and twist, pulling open the door and exposing the memories hidden behind. Sighing wearily the redheaded woman gave up fighting her subconscious and hung her head, resting it on the desk.

Behind Megan's closed eyelids, in her memory, she was suddenly back in her college dorm room. The sun was filtering through the blinds and slanted on her jumper, the fabric tight against her flat stomach and rising breasts, making her feel warm and sleepy. The door latch turned and her room mate walked in, hello's were exchanged round beaming smiles, her friend dropped down on the other bed with a contented sigh. The young Megan sighed too, she was beginning to drift, she didn't really have any plans, so let her eyes close and gently let sleep claim her.

In her office her hand was grasping the edge of the wooden desk and turning white from the exertion of the grip. She remembered the face of her friend, saw how pretty she was with her blonde hair tied back in a messy ponytail and soft blue eyes. Eyes that resting on her relaxing body but didn't distract her, they soothed her and her friend watched her fall asleep with a half smile on her face as the beautifully young redhead slipped into dreams.

The young Megan had not known that a camera had slipped from her friends hand and snapped her whilst she was fully relaxed and far away from the real world. Her friend smiled, knowing the beauty in front of her had been captured on the roll of film, seared onto the film just like the image had been seared into her memory. Megan was just so pretty, and the gazed lingered far longer than was appropriate. Not that Megan knew any of that, not until the photo of her younger self asleep had been found in an old wallet tucked inside a purse during the recent investigation.

Megan pulled a different file from her office drawer, she had taken the file on Brianna Miles into Kate's office and left it for her to re-assign. She actually felt a weight had been lifted from her, and she smiled a thank you to Kate when she passed her in the corridor.

Cutting into her old room mate and friend had been one of the hardest autopsies she had done. Dani had been difficult, but Megan hadn't known her quite as well as she had known Brianna, even if they had drifted apart and not spoken in years.

When Sam came into Autopsy in her FBI flack jacket and pulled Megan to one side, saying this wasn't a criminal investigation but a federal one and she wanted the reports to be sent to her office, Megan had agreed far easier than she would usually do. She had missed the other woman, her wit, intelligence and straightforward way of talking and knew she would feel easier telling Sam about her history with the deceased. She didn't need to tell Sam anything, as the Agent had found the photo in Brianna's possessions and only came to check that it was actually a younger version of Megan. Sam left the photo behind, even though it was evidence, because it was obvious it wasn't connected to the case, rather to Megan's past.

Sam believed her completely when she said they hadn't seen each other in years, she recognised the redhead's genuine surprise about the photo's existence. As was procedure Sam had to ask whether there was a conflict of interest at all, but Megan assured the other woman she was fine. As Sam left she dropped her voice and said to Megan,

"I'm sorry for your loss, it might have been years, but you were obviously close at one time."

The redhead had been honest, she hadn't feel a conflict of interest, but as the days went on and she found it harder and harder to ignore the past, she began to lose focus. The body was still in the Morgue, because the circumstances were suspicious, the family had been told they were unable to release Brianna to them. Until the FBI has a suspect identified or a confession gained they might need the MEs Office to keep going back to re-assess their findings and double check the body.

Megan knew she wasn't doing her best work and wanted to give her old friend the best chance for justice. Giving up the case and file had been the right choice. She would still take an interest, but didn't want to have to look down into the pale skin and dead eyes that she remembered filled with such life.