A/N: Thank you for my wonderful reviews! I'm glad you all enjoyed the first chapter and now I've decided to continue this story thanks to you all.
The conversation Megan had had with Peter a week ago was still haunting her. She couldn't get the last statement that Peter whispered to her out of her head. Was he teasing me or was he serious she thought as she leaned back in her recliner chair. She continued to tap her lips as her cell phone beeped, signaling she had just received a text. Megan leaned up, grabbed her phone off of her desk, and read the message. What have I done now she thought as she got up and headed to her boss's office.
Kate, Megan's boss, never texted anyone unless something had happened or she needed immediate information. It had been a rough two months for Kate and Megan. From Kate accepting Megan as being one of her greatest assets to the team to Megan finding out that Kate was sleeping with her ex-husband. They both had some big adjustments to deal with, but so far they had dealt with them and there had been no further animosity.
"Yes Kate," Megan asked as she leaned against her boss's door.
"Come in Megan," Kate motioned for her to have a seat. "I need a favor and frankly, you are the only one I trust."
Megan rolled her eyes as she took a seat in front of Kate's desk. She usually never went into Kate's office unless it was official business or she needed something important. Being her third time in there within two months, she took in the site of the office. It was quite bigger than hers; she was definitely fashionable in furniture with her plush and ivory decorations in her office. Megan scanned her desk as she saw a picture of Kate and another woman, probably her sister or best friend, in a beautiful oak wood frame. Megan returned her gaze back to her boss as she watched her trying to prepare herself for the conversation.
"Megan…what's your relationship with Peter Dunlap?"
Megan gasped as she tried to find some air. Kate had totally thrown her off guard and she didn't know how to recover.
"Are you serious Kate? That's my partner, the one you put me with."
Nodding her head, Kate locked her hands together and moved closer to her desk. Kate had noticed the friendly way Peter and Megan acted toward each other, both inside and outside of work. The little side glances and the inside jokes she had walked in on or encountered didn't surpass her.
"Are you sure? He doesn't act like he's single when you two are together."
Megan fell back into the chair and covered her forehead with her hand. She couldn't believe Kate was questioning her about the way someone should act if they were single. Moving closer to Kate's desk, she eyed her boss as she pursed her lips together tightly.
"Kate, What are you trying to ask me…is Peter single? Is that it?"
Megan couldn't believe her ears. Her boss was asking her about her partner who had just hit on her a week ago, she thought. Why of all people would she ask me? They never hung out after work, the only time they saw each other was at work. They hardly ever talked about significant others, except for when Peter had asked about Kate and Todd.
"I can't answer that. Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Kate sat back and frowned. She thought her and Megan were past the hardship, she thought they were at least cordial to one another. What was the problem with her finding out if the man was single or not?
"Megan, I have a friend and she wants to know."
Nodding her head, Megan sighed, "He is single. I know nothing about his personal life, all I know is he doesn't have women calling him when I'm around…is that enough?"
Kate threw a smirk Megan's way. Finally something good had come out of their conversation. Let's just hope Megan's info was accurate.
Megan nodded and walked out as she headed for the lab. She began working on a young man of about thirty two or thirty four years old, which had died of liquid cyanide at his apartment two days ago. The body landed on Megan's slab this morning and she had yet to examine the body. Just as she was about to make an incision into the man's chest, her hand begin to throb. Moving away from the body and dropping the scalpel on the table, she started swearing as the pain shot through every digit. She began rubbing roughly trying to calm the painful surges shooting through her left hand.
As soon as another curse word flew out of her mouth, Megan heard large footsteps drawing closer. The harder they hit the cement, the quicker her mind registered who had walked into her lap. She didn't have to look up and she didn't have to look around the corner to know Peter had walked in on her.
As Peter strolled in, he knew Megan was stashed in the lab; he just had to find her. It wasn't like her to go off half-cocked or at least not without him anyway. He continued through the lab as her perfume permeated the air. He could smell her fresh scent of lilac and lavender that surrounded him every day. There she was leaning up against the counter rubbing her hand furiously.
"Megan, you alright?" Peter asked as he headed her way.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just need to work," Megan told him keeping her eyes ahead.
She couldn't look at him. Not after what had happened, not after that statement that left her lost and emotional in the mind and the body. Moving back to the body, Megan could feel Peter behind her, staring at her, thinking about her. God she needed an escape and the one place where she went to escape had no become a trap.
"Megan…you alright? You seem a little off," Peter asked hesitantly.
"I'm-I'm fine. I just want to work is that alright?" Megan asked as she picked up the scalpel again making her incision.
Megan cut through the top layer of skin and pulled back a little until she felt the lump in the man's upper right breast. Making a note of the finding, Megan continued her work as she cut him open completely. Swelling on the abdomen and a few fractured ribs concurred her first hypothesis.
"This man was either beaten or tortured before he died," Megan said over her shoulder.
Petered stood adjacent to Megan, glancing at the ribs, as he noted it on the chart. They recorded everything they found wrong with the gentleman making sure they didn't overlook the real cause of death. Peter's thoughts wondered from the patient to his partner. The way her hair was swept over her shoulder exposing her bare neck. He wanted so bad to run his fingers through her long red hair and kiss her tender neck. He was so mesmerized by her that he didn't hear Megan calling his name.
"Peter, earth to Peter," Megan called sarcastically. "Did you id the victim yet?"
"Um…what-no." Peter stumbled nervously.
He quickly whipped out his phone and called Sam, one of the homicide detectives, asking had they found any other leads on their current victim. He continued talking, giving and receiving information trying to narrow down the search.
Megan was glad Peter was preoccupied. She was able to escape and get a hold of herself. Megan, get your head in the game. From the conversation, she could tell that the detectives hadn't gotten much info so she took the opportunity to duck out of the lab. She could feel herself practically running down the hall until she reached her office. Opening the door and shutting it quickly, Megan made it to her desk and sat down. Face in palms and elbows planted firmly on the desk, Megan sat and sighed in her hands. What was she getting herself into? Why was she letting these weird feelings get to her? She had gone nine years without feeling passion, love, and desire so why was she letting them affect her now? Jumbled thoughts and too much work to on her hands, Megan pushed back her chair and stood as she heard her office door close. She couldn't get away from him no matter how hard she tried. Space was all she needed at the moment, but her partner wasn't getting the message.
Megan walked around the front of her desk shaking her head as she headed for her door. Before she got half way across the room, Peter extended his arm stopping her dead in her tracks. This was the moment she was trying to avoid. As she felt his arm wrap firmly around her waist, her stomach dropped and her breath quickened. Why was he doing this to her? How was he doing this to her? She had been around a lot of men and never got so much as a blush feeling, but Peter made every nerve in her body twitch.
Leaning back as he looked down at her face, Peter understood what was going on. This was all about last week, that's why she was acting so weird he thought.
Peter kept looking at her, but Megan never looked up at him. He had to break the tension or it was going to suffocate both of them. Breaths quickened, hearts raced, but they never moved. Everything stood still; they stood still afraid the next move may cost them. It wasn't until the door to her office opened, that they pulled away quickly and immersed themselves into doing something. Caught red-handed. There was no defending themselves; she had seen it with her own eyes.
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