Disclaimer: I own nothing except the storyline

A/N: So, I wanted to try to write about a different Megan. I wanted to capture that moment when her walls aren't raised and that she deep inside still likes Tommy, but doesn't want to show it (the mixed feelings)

Chapter 1: Piercing eyes

Megan sat at her desk in her office going through the blood results from their latest victim. It was late, almost 11 pm, but somehow she didn't want to go home. She glanced out the window, admiring the city at night. It was so much more beautiful when the moon was high on the sky than when the sun shined, it struck her every time and she wondered if she would ever get used to it. She turned her full attention to the window and got lost in her thoughts, her index finger playing with a red curl.

A light knock on her door made her jump, her gaze shooting to the doors direction. Curtis stood in the doorway ready to go home.

"Just wanted to say goodnight" he said and waved a little.

"Night" Megan said before turning her attention to the window again. Curtis shook his head at her. She shouldn't be here this late, she should be at home, he thought as he left the building.

Megan sat like that for a while, mentally going through today's autopsy. There was something that wasn't right, she just couldn't figure out what it was. Soon her thoughts drifted away from work to Tommy, the fact that he was working with her irritated her but at the same time she liked to have him close. She thought about maybe someday being able to forgive him. She closed her eyes for a second and opened them again. No, she was sure she wouldn't be able to forgive him, ever. Not after what he did to her. Her mind drifted off to all the good moments they had had, all the giggles he had made escape her lips. The loving and warm expression in his eyes that was just for her, when he looked at her. Megan knew that he sometimes still gave her that look when he saw her. It melted her to see that he still had so much love for her, and at those rare moments when Megan's walls threatened to fall or did fall, she had no defenses, if he got too close to her she was sure she wouldn't be able to stop herself.

Megan heard a light knock on her door again, but didn't bother looking away from the window this time.

"Forgot something?" She asked thinking it was Curtis.

"Not really" a familiar voice said. He had stood there a little moment before he knocked on the door just taking her in; clearly he had interrupted her daydream. Megan looked away from the window and met ice blue eyes.

"Tommy." She said surprised. Tommy noticed that he had caught her off guard, given by her surprised expression, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "What are you doing here?" She asked as he took a step into her office. He had black pants, a black jacket and a light blue shirt on, his eyes a warm expression that she knew all too well. Megan tried to collect herself, raise her walls, but she found it impossible with his gaze on her, that gaze that melted her, drove her crazy.

"Just wanted to see if you still were here." He smirked "Its 12:15 am after all" he said and took another step closer to her desk as Megan stood up. What? It was 11 pm a few seconds ago, she thought. She must have had daydreamed longer than she thought.

"Really, then I better get going" But she didn't make any efforts in packing her things so that she could leave. She just stood behind her desk, watching him. He thought she looked so… pure without her walls raised, so much like the Megan he had been so close to years ago. The happy, trusting Megan that loved him.

"You look nice" He said calmly nodding at the green blouse she was wearing. Megan looked down at her clothes as if she had forgotten what she was wearing, not quite sure what to do or what to say.

"Thank you" She decided was the best answer.

"No sarcastic answer? Wow I'm chocked!" He smiled at her making her giggle. It was a long time since he had made her giggle like that. The giggle that was pure amusement and happiness. It suited her so well he thought.

"No not this time" Not really a typical Megan Hunt answer either, he thought. As she looked straight into his blue eyes Megan noticed that something in his gaze changed. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She tilted her head a little to the left, hazel eyes studying him as her brain worked to figure out what he was doing here. Shouldn't he be at home sleeping? Did he just come to my office to see if I was here? That makes no sense, maybe he couldn't sleep? Megan thought.

Tommy walked over to her, stopping in front of her desk, daring her to make a move. His eyes on her that way made her blush a little, she bit her lower lip but couldn't look away. He hadn't even said a word, yet she understood the meaning of his gaze. He was challenging her, and she couldn't say no.

Without thinking she walked around the desk in his direction. Something in the way she moved her body, in soft and fluid movements, almost as she was dancing, made him realize how much he had missed it, how much he had missed her.

Megan stopped barely a feet away from him, giving him a look that said what's next? He smirked at her move and took a small step away from her, waiting to see if she would follow. The look he was giving her made a thrill of excitement run along her spine. Megan surprised herself by liking the feeling. She took a step in his direction standing closer to him than before. He could smell her sweet perfume in the air around her. If he leaned a little closer the gap between them would close. It would be so easy; she wouldn't be able to resist the desire and temptation. But he wanted to do this the right way, not create something from the heat of the moment that she definitely would regret later.

"Megan…" Tommy said, his voice low and husky, saying her name in that special way, the way she loved, as he took her hands in his. The sudden contact made her jump a little, but she didn't try to get him to let go. She liked the closeness and warmth he was generating. "I'm-" he started but got cut off by a phone ringing. Megan let go of his hands and reached for her phone on the desk.

"Megan Hunt" she answered, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Sorry, wrong number." The person on the other line said and hung up. Megan turned back to Tommy again, phone still in her hand, pressed against her ear. The call had made her realize what was happening, it had snapped her out of his spell and back to reality. She slowly let her hand fall to her side after placing her phone back on the desk. Tommy noticed that something in her eyes had changed, her walls were up again.

"Megan-" he begun but she cut him off.

"Just go." She said coldly, angry at how far she had let the whole thing go and the fact that he still could make her forget about reality just by looking at her in that special way with his loving blue eyes that tore apart her walls. He tried to protest but she hushed him and pointed at the door. He looked at her one last time before he walked out of her office, closing the door behind him. It was like closing the door to the Megan he fought to get close to every day, the Megan that still loved him. He had been so close, closer than ever to get through to her. Getting her to realize that they belonged together and how much he had changed of love for her.

When Megan saw the elevator doors close behind him she breathed out and sat down on the edge of her desk. Her hands cupped her face and she asked herself what that was. What had just happened? But she couldn't come up with a good answer, because deep down she knew that it wasn't just Tommy and his piercing eyes that had made her react like she did, it had also been a part of her, a part she had tried to hide and forget about that had had something to with it.

So she began to pack her stuff down in her bag, leaving her office with her mind full of questions.

What if that phone hadn't ringed? How far would I've gone? Would I have been able to stop, or would I just stay in his spell, his blue eyes looking straight past my walls?

Okay, that was it. I don't know if I'll continue with the story, we'll see how it goes.

Constructive criticism and reviews are always welcome.

- Rae