I'm too nice to you guys. I really am. Actually, I'm just addicted to my own story, so I keep procrastinating about my stuff (ex, the writing project that's due tomorrow) and writing this.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed and liked it! I love you guys! This is, once again, for Cora...and she'll get another soon if she updates any story!
Don got to his office a little bit later, still a tad disturbed at what he'd witnessed. He was glad that Charlie had finally come to his senses, but walking in on your brother making out with his girlfriend was akin to walking in on your parents. It just wasn't something you even wanted to happen.
He ended up standing in front of the elevator, caught up in his thoughts, when Megan Reeves arrived. She noticed the slight smirk on his face and nudged him to get his attention. "You look happy about something," she noted.
"Holy—Megan, don't do that!" Don scolded, taking a deep breath to calm his racing heart.
"Glad to know I've finally risen to a goddess-like level in your eyes," Megan teased.
"All right smart ass, what do you want?" Don asked, rolling his eyes as the elevator doors finally opened and the two agents slid in.
"Did David catch you with those papers from D.C.?" Megan pressed the button for their floor and watched the doors slide shut.
"Yeah, and I got them to Charlie," Don said, trying to stifle another smirk as he thought of his brother.
"Don..." Megan scrutinized her friend closely, "what's up with you and Charlie?"
"Nothing," Don said as the doors opened to reveal their floor. "Nothing at all."
"You're no fun, Eppes," Megan pouted.
David Sinclair's sudden appearance halted further complaints from Megan. "Don, the D.C. agent got here while you were gone," he said, trying to balance three large boxes of files in his arms. "She wants to look through all of these."
"Let me help you," Don relieved the younger man of two boxes before turning back to the woman beside him. "Megan, find Colby and drag his ass in here if you need to. Agent's here ten hours early, so we have to get a move on things now. David, lead the way."
"I swear they said seven in the evening, Don," David said as he led the way to where the D.C. agent was waiting. "Instead, she showed up here at nine-thirty with luggage and a thirst to start work."
"Funny, that sounds just like--" Don backed into the conference room and immediately froze when he turned around and saw who had flown in from D.C.
"You know Don, your face could freeze that way," Terry Lake smirked at her friend and former partner.
Don dropped the two boxes of files, narrowly missing David's feet, and swept the petite blonde woman up into his arms. "Terry!" he cried, twirling her around. "I should've guessed the D.C. agent would be you!"
"The assistant director mentioned an L.A. link, and I immediately requested a transfer out here," Terry whispered into his ear.
"You, my dear, look fabulous," Don said as he pulled back to look at Terry. The short jeans skirt, tank top, and slightly faded jeans jacket made her look much more youthful than before.
"Freedom can do that to a girl," Terry said, shrugging out of her jeans jacket and tossing it onto a nearby chair.
Don's gaze automatically went to her left hand, and he quickly noted the bare ring finger. "Terr, I'm sorry..." he began
Terry waved him off. "Don't be. It's all for the best, Don," she said firmly.
"Don?" Megan poked her head into the conference room. She noticed Terry right away, and acted oblivious as to their proximity to each other. "Oh, hi there."
"Megan Reeves, meet Terry Lake," Don introduced the women quickly. "Terry used to be the profiler on my team before she moved to D.C. last year."
Megan could feel the territorial waves radiating off of the other agent and decided to make a quick escape. "Granger's not answering his phone, so I'm off to give him his own personal wake up call," she announced. "Cell's on if you need to reach me."
Don noticed the curious look on Terry's face as Megan scampered away. "Yeah, we needed two to replace you," he said. "They're both fairly fresh, so David and I have had our hands full."
"Speaking of me, I'm going to see if we have any other files that might be useful," David said as he exited the room, shutting the door behind himself.
"So Terry," Don sat down and motioned for Terry to do the same. He waited until she'd obliged until he continued. "We haven't talked for quite a while."
"No, we haven't," Terry looked Don directly in his eyes, knowing better than to look away from him.
"Terr, what happened?" Don asked softly, leaning forwards slightly. "I thought you were going back to reconcile?"
"Don, could we not talk about this here?" Terry hissed. "It isn't exactly conference room talk."
"All right then," Don leaned back. "Let's bring up the topic of where exactly you're staying. I take it from the suitcases sitting on the floor behind you that you didn't get a hotel room booked before you left?"
"The AD said he'd do it, but he forgot," Terry muttered.
"You'll stay in my apartment with me, then," Don said firmly, leaving no room for argument. "Don't even think about saying anything different. You've done it before, and this time you don't have anywhere else to go, do you?"
"But I don't want to kick you out of your room!" Terry protested.
Don shrugged. "I got a far more comfortable couch. This one actually pops out as a bed. I'll be fine Terry, really. Besides, Dad and Charlie will be ecstatic that you've come back."
Terry, just as Megan had, noticed the smirk that graced Don's features as he mentioned Charlie's name. "All right Eppes, what was that smirk for?" she demanded, switching into full agent-mode.
Don swallowed, knowing that there was no getting out of telling Terry what was going on. "I, uh, walked in on Charlie and Amita making last night," he said quietly.
Terry shrieked, and quickly covered her mouth. "I can't believe it!" she squealed quietly. "Took them long enough."
"Well, apparently they liked doing that, because I walked in on them going at it again in Charlie's office this morning," Don said.
"A lot has happened since I've been gone," Terry commented, running her fingers through her hair.
"Yeah, a lot has happened," Don echoed wistfully, eyes locked on Terry.
David stopped just outside the conference room door, arms full of several file folders. He noticed the intense staring contest his two mentors seemed to be in, and deemed it unwise to go barging in. He turned on his heel and hurried away, telling himself that he'd come back in ten minutes to make sure they hadn't killed each other or anything. With Don and Terry, you could never tell what was going to happen.