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Present Day

Megan sighed, leaning back in her chair. Today was another hard day, training the recruits, and trying to make order of this chaos. Thinking of how things used to be in LA, she started to take a nap. Just as she started to fall asleep, a disturbing image startled her. As long as she tried, she couldn't help but see that image over and over again. It was there every time she shut her eyes, whenever she started to enjoy life again. Ever since she had moved to the training center in Texas to get away from LA and the killers there… She soon stopped thinking about it, feeling drowsy and knowing it would keep her up. She slowly drifted into oblivion, a soft cry sounding just like her former friend helping her along the way.

Megan was running. She didn't know where or from whom, but she knew she had to run. Not even thinking about it, she turned the corner. Amita, one of her friends was there. But she was urging her to run, not talking at all. In the distance, Don and the rest of the rest of the FBI crew were waving. When she got a closer look, she saw herself already there. She tried to talk, but couldn't. Failing at that, she tried to reach herself, but the harder she ran, the farther they got. Soon she felt someone grab her. She looked over to see Amita on the ground, someone pulling her away. Turning to this new person, she couldn't believe what she saw, and started to scream.

With a bolt, Megan woke up, sitting now. She had this dream so often, most would think it a reality, or a memory. But no matter what she saw, she couldn't believe it. "Every time..." She muttered. There had to be something missing. One of her co workers came in. "You alright Megan? I thought I heard something." He glanced around, but soon his eyes were upon her again. In a scary, almost taunting way, this guy reminded her of her old friend Don. He had worked with her in the FBI, but things had been, well, difficult for her. "Yeah I'm fine," She responded with a shake of her head. She glanced at her clock. It was only seven in the morning, and she wouldn't have to teach today. "Ok, I'll see ya later then." With another glance back, the man walked out of the room, leaving Megan alone with her thoughts. These days were hard, because she could do little without being reminded of her life in LA. The one she had left behind. Megan went to pick up a book, but decided against it, because it was a book on the stars and the universe. She gave a laugh, but it held none of her old humor. "Well, that's ironic," she stated. Larry, her unofficial boy friend, had loved the universe. He was probably in space by now. NASA had offered him a job, going into space. Though she didn't want him to go the first time, she encouraged him because it was his dream. He was supposed to leave a message for her once he got up into space again, but NASA insists that he is up there already and has been for a few months. "Maybe he just forgot. That must be it. This is what he wanted, after all. He must be caught up." She had been telling herself this for longer then she could remember. Well, longer then she wanted to remember. To her, it seemed like years, when in reality, it was only a few months. She hoped that Larry would be able to find her when he got back from space.

Getting up off of her bed, Megan decided to take a short walk. It was hard, seeing all the FBI agents to be, but she got over it. There was one group of kids, though, that always hung around her building. They reminded her a lot of her old friends, with two guys and a girl. She had dubbed them Amita, Charlie, and Larry behind their backs. The only thing different was their looks. They had most of the same interests, and 'Amita' and 'Charlie' looked like a couple. They held hands often, and she wondered if they would eventually become boyfriend and girlfriend. They were outside of her room again today, looking as though they were on their way to the library. "Hey, Agent Reeves!" They all said, happy to see her. "Hey guys. What's new?" 'Larry' took a step forward. "I was telling these two how your old team was. Not that I knew them or anything." He looked a little caught when it came to that, she noticed. "But I've heard a lot. Hey, can I talk to you?" He motioned for 'Amita' and 'Charlie' to walk away. When they were out of distance, 'Larry' started to talk. "Hey, you haven't been yourself lately. You alright?"

Megan was a bit taken back. Either this guy was psychologist material, or she was losing her touch. She tried to avoid calling him kid, because he was about as old as Megan, maybe a bit younger. Come to think of it, so were the other two. They must be taking extra courses, she thought.

"No, I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, I thought since the incident back in-"

"No. That has nothing to do with anything, ok? It was all a misunderstanding." She didn't know how he had info on that case, but she didn't want to talk about it. Her gray eyes that usually held much joy and enthusiasm now were detached as she tried to forget all the memories that came with that fateful case.

"Look," he stated, looking at her in the same way Larry used to, or so she thought. "Just go see someone to help out ok? You really look like you could use it." She laughed, but it held no humor.

"Yeah, ok. Guess even shrinks gotta see another shrink eventually. Guess that's all I am huh? Another shrink?" She knew in the back of her mind she was starting to lose it, but she didn't really care right now. The guy in front of her had struck gold. He looked up at her, and suddenly she thought to Larry. She missed him so much, and this didn't help at all.

"Look, just try it. If it doesn't help, then forget about it." She couldn't say no right now. Not when her mind had put Larry in this guys place, playing tricks to try and get her help.

"Fine. I'll go make the call right now." She walked away, not looking back, incase she did something wrong. In case she broke down again. Of course, the minute she closed the door to her room, she did just that. She could barely walk, let alone call someone in this state, so she sat down a cried a bit. Well, more like cried a bit, for a long time. She was lucky someone was taking over for her today. When she had finished, she got up and walked over to the phone. It was harder then she had thought it would be. She had never gone to see someone for these kinds of things before. After all, she was a psychologist. She picked up the phone, held it next to her ear, and paused. She really didn't want to do this, but she had already promised. Calling an operator, she asked for the nearest office. The minute she had connected, however, she started to doubt the whole thing. She tried to reason with her self, thinking that she had the training and she could evaluate her self. But every time she tried to get out of it, her words to the guy popped back up in her head.

"Hello?" She hadn't hung up, and now she didn't want to be impolite.

"Yeah, I was wondering what times you have open. I'd like to make an appointment."
"And it would be for?" She paused again, not wanting to give her name away. She finally gave in.

"Megan Reeves." She could tell that the person talking was shocked, but didn't say anything about it.

"Ok. We have a time tonight, around seven. Is that ok with you?" She thought it over, and decided that the sooner she got this over with, the better.

"Yeah, that's perfect. See you then." She hung up and stared at the wall for a moment. She thought about what she had just gotten her self into, and how she could get out.

A/N - I have alot more done, sorry this is a bit of a short chapter. Most of them will be, but a few will be longer. Also, there will be Megan/Larry later on.