Missing scene from The Janus List after the episode ends. Megan's POV.
Quietly she closed the door behind her, her back leaning against it as her heart pounded in her chest. With her jacket draped over one hand, she released a deep breath almost as if it were a sigh of relief, but could in no way be just that as she turned so her forehead and forearm were now resting against the cool wood.
Letting her head rock back and forth, she closed her eyes then opened them. Her thoughts of not being able to do this anymore, her job, what she did best everyday of her life, that defined her for who she was, made her rethink her whole life.
Who she was, how much she trusted the team that she was on. It had only been a few days since she had returned and yet, the day she came back, she was stubbornly inclined and most unwilling to make light of everything she had been through the last few months.
Especially after what had happened after tonight, her knowledge of it had been set behind closed doors until a further time. That and it was never something she wanted to think about, ever again.
Her body wavering, she opened her eyes almost feeling drained. Although something inside of her made her stop and turn around as she tossed her coat over the couch and paused shortly in front of a closed door to the left of her bedroom.
Opening the door, she reached around the corner flipping on the light, revealing slightly blue gray walls, a slightly empty room; besides a desk and computer in the far corner, and a kicking bag suspended from the ceiling, slightly in the middle but towards the corner of the other part of the room.
Stepping in, she felt a release as she began punching the bag, her breathing was becoming ragged and the punches became more rapid and harder-and when she had finally stopped, she walked over to her desk and turned on her CD player, skipping over songs until she had finally settled on Alphaville's 'Forever Young' and decided to begin kicking the rest of the tension away until she was gasping for breath.
And when she couldn't take it anymore, she backed against the wall, the bag still swinging, and there she sat against the wall with her head in her hands, panting deeply. Finally she was breaking, and the tear she felt trickle down her cheek was a relief for something she couldn't even explain.
Ever since she had returned she couldn't help but still feel slightly off. The way she had just left abruptly hadn't been fair. She remembered returning back here, to her apartment, her tears almost mirroring the frustration she had felt of the assignment as she did now, and yet she still felt alone and unable to slide past the façade she had always known.