A/N.: Hi! This is my first fanfic ever and I'm not native, so please be kind. :D I always found the story of Megan's father who committed suicide interesting, so I thought I might write something about how she deals with his death and how it is still affecting her.

Disclaimer: I don't own Body of Proof

Unexpected Return

It was a sunny day in Philadelphia and everybody was enjoying the warm rays of sunlight, except for Megan Hunt. The current case was really getting to her as she had had to examine the body on the graveyard where her father was buried. All those painful memories were brought up again, but more painful than those memories were the questions that still ran through her head: Why? Was he sick and wanted to spare us? Was it my fault- did I disappoint him? Was it really suicide?Megan couldn't help wondering, though she knew she would never receive an answer-all she could do was to think of possibilities and it was freaking her out, ever since she was a child she always wanted to know how things worked and she hated giving up, but in this case she had no options.

She finished putting away her utensils and changed out of her scrubs. As she was heading to her office thoughts of her father's death kept coming back to her, she couldn't stand it and if she didn't reach her office fast enough, she thought, she would end up crying in public, so she fastened her pace and slammed her door shut.

Sitting at her desk she let a few tears fall silently and closed her eyes to force the tears back that were threatening to spill.

Peter was on his way to inform Megan of their latest lab results, when he passed her office and saw her sitting behind her desk, crying. That was new to him, because Megan usually acted very cold, only sometimes, when they were alone he would get her to open up a little and catch a glimpse of her true personality, but never had he imagined to see her this broken. He quietly opened the door to her office and closed it behind him.

Megan still hadn't noticed his presence when he walked towards her. He knelt down in front of her and comfortingly took her hands, she was startled and opened her eyes in shock but the second she saw Peter she relaxed. Peter pulled her to her feet and wordlessly took her in his arms and began to soothingly rub her back. At first Megan was a little unsure about what to do, but after a few moments she hugged him back and let the tears fall freely. Peter continued to whisper comforting words in her ear and after a while Megan had calmed enough to talk to him.

"Thanks Peter, you really didn't have to do this." she said, her voice still hoarse from crying. Peter smiled at her: "You're welcome. Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. "There's not much to say, it just kinda freaked me out to examine the body this close to my father's grave, you know he didn't leave a note or anything and ever since I've been wondering about the reason." Peter stroked her arm: "I'm sorry. Maybe someday you'll find out, but these wounds will never heal if you keep looking for answers all the time. I know it sounds hard but you have to try to focus on other things, don't let it control you." Megan sighed "Thanks again. I think I'll take the rest of the day off." Peter smiled: "It's going to be okay and think positive, it's Friday, so you can take some time for yourself at the weekend. But if you're not feeling well, just call me, anytime." Megan smiled "Alright, we'll see. Bye."

By the time Megan arrived at her apartment, she was extremely exhausted and decided to go to bed straight away. After taking a shower and changing into her nightwear, she went to try to get some rest. Sleep came easy to her, but it was definitely not the peaceful slumber she had hoped for.

Once again she was 12 year old little Megan Hunt, coming home; expecting to spend her afternoon the way she usually did. But something was not right, there was a police car in front of her house and a few paramedics, she assumed, were entering her house at a hurried pace. She thought of her father who had a day off today and was staying at home and ran after the paramedics, who didn't notice her. After going upstairs the paramedics went into her fathers study and Megan followed, afraid of what might have happened and then she saw him her daddy lying on the floor with a lot of blood pooling around his head where he had a gunshot wound. The gun lay next to her father, Megan knew he couldn't have survived this, but she couldn't believe her beloved daddy was gone, dead, in the morning everything had seemed normal- she screamed...

Megan woke up screaming, her whole body was shaking and tears were running down her cheeks, this dream was different than her usual nightmares, where she kept dreaming about the actual happenings of the day her father died: herself coming home and then the policeman telling her about her father's death. But those new images frightened her, never had she seen her father's dead body, yet it had all seemed so real.

Not really thinking, she grabbed her phone and called the one person, who somehow always managed to calm her down.

"Megan? Are you alright?" he asked concernedly. "...Not really." she said, her voice shaking. "Alright, give me 15 minutes and I'll be there." "No, no, it's okay. Sorry for bothering you, I don't know, why I called. Did I wake you?" she asked. Peter knew, that she was definitely not okay "No, you didn't, it's not that late. But seriously, you're not okay and don't try to argue, I'm already on my way. See you in 10." With that he hung up. Megan gave an exasperated sigh,got up from bed to freshen up a little and looked at her alarm-clock; Peter was right, it wasn't that late- it was only 11p.m.