As she drove to the psychologist, she wondered what kinds of questions they would ask. They would probably want to know about her life when she was a kid, which she would keep to herself. They was also the chance they would ask her why she had moved to Texas in the first place, and what happened in LA. Nobody knew about it so far, and if they didn't know there, they definitely would know here. She had finally reached her destination, knowing that she would keep some things back if she could. Walking in slowly, but with a confident posture, she walked up to the front desk. "Megan Reeves, here to see Dr. Smith." The clerk nodded and took her into a back room. She saw that the doctor was sitting behind a desk with a look of determination on his face.
"Hello. You must be Megan. Sit, please. Don't worry, we don't bite," He said, motioning to a chair and smiling. His hair was jet black and looked like he had his hand go through it one to many times. She smiled back, though it looked a bit forced. "So let's get started, then. Shall we?" He looked up, not because he didn't want to start, but because he wasn't sure if Megan was.
"So, what do ya wanna walk about first?" She looked at him, expecting him to say something about her early life.
"Let's start with your childhood. That seems like a nice place to start." She nodded, knowing that he was going to ask that.
"Well, I had a pretty normal life. Good school and education. I had great friends, and my parents were great to me. Not much to talk about there." She knew that if he was a competent psychologist, he wouldn't accept that as an answer, but she hoped that he wasn't. He gave her a sort of odd look, a mixture of annoyance and worry.
"Are you sure, Megan? Because I have some of your records here, and it seemed like you had quite a different life then the one you just told about. Starting with running away at about sixteen and ending with your FBI training, it would seem that you had quite an interesting life." She didn't say anything, knowing he had hit the nail on the head. But how had he gotten that information? Not even Don and the team had known about that. The only other person who knew was Crystal, but she died in crossfire during a case.
And good riddance, she thought. Crystal had kidnapped Megan in hopes of her boyfriend getting out of jail. She had only told her about her running away in hopes that she would shoot her.
"Megan, you there?" Dr. Smith's voice had a bit of worry in it, probably because she hadn't responded. She couldn't keep a bit of annoyance out of her voice when she responded.
"Yeah. Everything you said was true, so it seems that you had this info before. Why did you ask me if you already knew?" She heard him sigh.
"Don't play stupid, Megan. I know what you do, and that before that, you used this all in fieldwork in LA. So you know as well as I do that I wanted you to say this out loud and admit it. Will you stop playing dumb?" This was the closest she had seen to someone like her, a psychologist that is, show emotion. This guy is good! She let that thought sink in for a minute, in awe. He was probably better then she was currently. But that wasn't saying much since she had gone through all this. She sighed, knowing that playing dumb now was useless.
"Fine. What else do you need, I'll cooperate."
"Much better. Now what exactly happened that made you leave LA."
"Well," Megan started.
I know this is another short chapter, but like I said, most of them will be somewaht short. I'm kind of stuck with how I want to get this moving (and I am farther then this, but this is all that I have done the Beta for.) I still have a few chapters left, though, before I ask for suggestions. Also, things may be kinda slow. I lost the flash drive that held the main part of my story, so some things may seem off later or little things like that. Bare with me here for a moment.