Unprocessed Evidence
1x01 - Golden Parachute
by Bookwormdragon
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Well, this was awkward. Too many bosses in the workplace was like too many cooks in the kitchen: the stew always ended up being over-salted.
Megan was used to being in charge, he could understand that. And it would be easy to fall back into their old patterns of interaction: she as the boss, he as the stubborn and independent subordinate.
But things had changed. While she had been away, grieving for what she had lost, the world had moved on. He hadn't asked for this job, it was true, but it was his job now.
Megan was afraid of her instincts, afraid that they would betray her, but he was not. Instincts alone were not sufficient, but they weren't something to be disregarded, either. On the bomb squad, he had learned to hone his instincts into a precise and useful tool, and for the past six months he had reveled in the freedom to finally use that tool as it was meant to be used.
He wasn't going to go back to the old way of doing things just to please the woman who used to be his boss. He respected Megan for what she had taught him, and cared for her as a person, but it was time to spread his wings and step out of her shadow. He liked standing in the sun.
Right now, his instincts were telling him that they needed to process the scene immediately, before vital evidence was lost forever, and he was going to listen to those instincts, regardless of the rules.
She was wrong, it was his call now, and he was going to make it: rules were important, but they shouldn't be allowed to prevent Justice, the very thing they were intended to protect.