Okay, so a few houses down from me a guy just murdered his wife. Seriously. And I live in one of those small towns where stuff like this isn't even dreamt of, so it's a tad unnerving. So what am I doing to burn off my nerves? Writing, of course. Anyway, this is my first Body of Proof. Sorry if it's not in character, and sorry it's so short, and it's DEFINITELY not my best work but I'm kind of shaken up right now. I know their kids, too. Anyway, here you are. Sorry for the longest AN ever.

Disclaimer- I invented BOP, I own Dana Delany, I own Megan Hunt…and I'm dreaming. If you recognize it, it's not mine.

Peter just couldn't get enough of her. He didn't want to be cliché, but she really was his personal drug. Her gorgeous, long, ginger locks, her bright green eyes, the self – assured way she moved, her brilliant mind, the pain in her voice when she mentioned not seeing Lacey, the way her hands freeze up…He loved it all. He couldn't go back to the way he was before. He was hooked, and happy to be so. He could see the real Megan that few people bothered to get to know. He couldn't imagine that anyone was unable to resist her after they met the real her.

Todd was an idiot.

He pondered this as she stirred and stretched. She woke up with a sleep – laden, goofy grin on her face. The sheets fell farther down her body when she stretched, not that Peter minded.

"Good morning, handsome. Sleep well?"

His face split into a wide grin. He adored this side of her. When she had just woken up and her brain wasn't fully functioning was one of the most adorable sights he could imagine. Her tousled bed hair, the sleepy look in her eyes, everything. He would have never imagined this before becoming intimate with her. He always assumed she was always alert. Well, she wasn't, and he was grateful for that.

"Well, I woke up to find a sexy, naked woman in my bed, so yeah I slept fantastic. Better than anyone else in the whole city I bet."

It seemed her face would break if she smiled any more, but he didn't care. He adored it and wished she'd do that more. She was radiant. And lovely. And although she was far from perfect, she was perfect for him.

No, Peter contemplated, he couldn't ever go back. But he wouldn't want to even if he had a choice.