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A/N: A new Meter story on the rise. Hope you guys enjoy this journey with me.
Heading for a relaxing nightcap down the street from her job, Megan realized that today had been hell. She had two bodies in the morgue that were part of a mob of the most wanted fugitives in the tristate area. The entire day all she heard was barking from Kate and snapping from Bud and Sam. "Megan how long is this going to take? Have you gotten any results back from the toxicity samples you took," asked Kate. "Was he the shooter or was he being shot at?" chimed Bud. "Did the bullet kill him or was he dead before our shooter shot him?" Sam grilled. They all three wanted this case to be an open and shut, but it wasn't going to be that easy.
Taking a seat in her favorite spot, Megan looked out the window watching life pass her by. It was something about the people who strolled the night streets that made Megan wonder what she had done with her life. It wasn't like she didn't have a life but she didn't have a normal life as her daughter would say. She lived for her job and after years of hearing it from family and friends, Megan finally stopped fighting it. It was true; this was all she had to show for her use to be successful career and it hurt like hell.
"Dammit." Megan mumbled to herself. She hated when others were right about herself.
Taking her drink from the waiter, Megan cheered to herself and tossed back her apple martini. Lifting her hand to get another waiter's attention, Megan watched the room as it filled with couples and families. She longed to have that again. Lacey was eighteen and headed to college, Todd was dating Kate, but what was Megan doing she asked herself.
"May I get another apple martini," Megan asked.
She watched as the gentleman walked away to put in her order. Taking the second glass from the waiter, this time Megan sipped languidly. She needed to be lucid to make it home and from the looks of it, she would be going home sooner than later.
"Thank you so much," Megan grinned as she slid a twenty to the man.
An hour passed as Megan continued to occupy her table. A few stragglers were making their way through, some giving her an eye or two. Sometimes she missed being in a relationship. It was sense of security, love, hell just a commitment that made her content in life. Instead of her focusing on that, she had given it up for her job. She learned the hard way and now as she sat alone in the restaurant; it finally dawned on her that she had truly missed out. Deciding that drinking herself to oblivion wasn't a good idea, she rose and headed for the door.
Taking in the atmosphere again, Megan's face saddened. What had she done that was so wrong? Why couldn't she have this life style with the two people who meant the world to her? Letting her mind wonder, Megan wasn't paying attention to her destination. She was almost there when she bumped into a couple. Apologizing quickly, she continued on; adamant on getting home and drowning her sorrow in sleep.
"I am so sorry. I- sorry." Megan mumbled as she backed away from the couple almost colliding into a table behind her.
Apologizing to the woman sitting at the table, God this was embarrassing and she wasn't even drunk. Subconsciously she looked around to see if anyone was staring. She needed to get out of there and quick before she made a fool of herself. Before she knew it, she was out the door into the cool summer air rounding the corner for the parking deck of the morgue. Arriving at her car, Megan hopped in and sighed. She had really messed up, not just with her marriage but with her life in general. Thinking back, she had really screwed up but there was no turning back now. She had made her bed and now she was lying in it. Slowly turning the ignition, Megan buckled herself in and headed out of the deck into the dark night.
What's the deal with Megan? What's going on with her? Review and I'll soon tell you!