So, this is it ladies and gents! This is the beginning of Karaoke Night! So, basically it's part 1! Every show is doing a two-parter right now, and so am I! (Only I won't make you wait 3 weeks to read the next chapter.) I apologize infinity times for my late updating, but college life is nasty and stressful, so drinks on me! :]

Disclaimer: I do not own BoP or the song that you are about to read below…(just to be clear) NO Copyright infringment here!

Megan was so frustrated right now. She couldn't sit down and do any paperwork for 10—no 5 seconds without someone walking into her office to tell her something important. First it was Ethan; he had come in with some lab results on their latest case. Then, it was Curtis. Apparently Ethan hadn't told him about how short-tempered Megan was becoming because she certainly was short with him. Then her mother called, asking about Lacey, and then miraculously, Lacey called, asking about staying with Grandma. Then, Todd called about keeping Lacey that weekend…Megan thought her head just might explode.

Then, the icing on the cake happened. Dr. Kate Murphy walked in and asked how Megan's latest report was coming, (which was what she had been TRYING to work on for the past half hour) and Megan just put her head in her hands and sighed.

"I…I'm sorry…I'll leave" began Kate, starting to leave for a moment. "No, no…it's alright Kate. I'm sorry." Megan was now looking up at her boss. "That's just it though, I've been trying to work on that damned report for over 30 minutes now, but I can't seem to get anything done with everybody walking in and calling me to know…whatever."

"I see…" Kate said, nodding. "Well I'll let you get back to work then. Please have it on my desk when it is finished." Kate then left the room and Megan just sat there for another moment; her head in her hands once again.

So for the next hour, Megan able to have pure uninterrupted silence; it was just her, her computer, and her cup of coffee…

"Megan, are you busy?" Megan nearly spit her coffee out when she heard the sound of another person's voice…the voice of a man at that too. Megan looked up, and was staring at her partner in fighting crime Peter; the man she had the biggest crush on, but she'd never admit to it. "Yes, Peter?" Those seemed to be the only coherent words Megan could make out in her mind to say other than curses and gibberish.

"Oh, well if you're busy I don't want to bother you…" Peter sounded so innocent…Megan felt her face blushing. She was busy, and she sure as hell wanted to get this damn report finished, but she figured she could take out five minutes to talk to Peter.

"No, it's ok. What's up?" Megan asked, moving her coffee mug to somewhere she couldn't spill it.

"Oh, I just wanted to know what time you wanted me to pick you up. I figured we could go to dinner together. What do you say?" Peter seemed like the most confident man to Megan right now, but she had to get this damned thing finished!

"Oh, about that…um, I'm sorry Peter, but I won't be able to do dinner. I have entirely too much to do here. Can I meet you at the bar tonight and we'll just do drinks and…karaoke I think is what you said you wanted to do?"

Peter sighed lightly. "Ok, that's fine. Here is the address—*jotting stuff down* just meet me there when you get finished. I'll probably get there around 9:00-ish, I got to help my buddy set up some stuff."

Megan nodded in agreement and took the small piece of paper from Peter. She was so excited about this, but she knew she needed to set her priorities straight and finish that report…but she wanted to go to dinner with Peter so bad!

9:00 came around and Peter had just arrived at the bar. He parked his car and went inside, saying 'hey' to the bartender before heading to the stage to help set up for the karaoke.

Everything was set up by about 9:45 and they decided to test out the microphones with the speakers. "Hey Peter, why don't you do a test drive on this thing and sing the first song?" Peter's friend asked, and Peter only shook his head. "If this thing messes up, I don't want it to look bad on me." Peter smiled at his friend and went over to the bar for a moment. He spoke to the bartender and gave him a brief description of Megan, saying, "If you see her before I do, tell her to wait here at the bar for me".

Peter then ordered himself a regular coke, and watched as some of his friends did a test run on the microphones. About 15 minutes later, Peter noticed Megan still hadn't shown up, so he decided to go ahead and sing a number in her honor, even if she wasn't here to hear it.

"Alright Mike, hook me up; the crowd's coming in and I don't want to disappoint them." Peter said it with a laugh and his friends began to play his song.

Peter didn't know why, but he chose to sing "What was I thinking" by Deirks Bentley. He figured it seemed the most appropriate for him and Megan. As the song played, Peter began to sing…

Becky was a beauty from south Alabama, her daddy had a heart like a nine pound hammer, think he even did a little time in the slammer, what was I thinking? She snuck out one night and met me by the front gate; her daddy came out wavin' that 12 gauge, we tore out the drive he peppered my tailgate; what was I thinking? Oh I knew there'd be hell to pay, but that crossed my mind a little too—late!

Cause I was thinking about a little white tank top sitting right there in the middle by me!

Peter continued to sing, but from the stage, he was able to see his beautiful redhead walk into the bar. As luck would have it, she was wearing a white lace tank and dark jeans, complete with a pair of heels to match. Megan saw Peter up on stage singing the chorus, and went over to the bar to order herself a drink.

By the county line the cops were nippin' on our heels, pulled off the road and kicked it in four wheels, shut off the lights and tore through a corn field, what was I thinkin?

Megan almost choked on her drink…

Out the other side she was hollerin' faster, took the dirt road had the radio blastin', hit the honky tonk for a little close dancin', what was I thinking? Oh I knew there'd be hell to pay, but that crossed my mind a little too—late!

Megan sipped on her drink with ease, enjoying the taste of it, and listened carefully to Peter sing. She'd had no idea he could sing so well.

She spit out her drink when he started the next verse…

When the mountain of a man with a born-to-kill tattoo tried to cut in I knocked out his front tooth, we ran outside hood-sliding like Bo-douf, what was I thinking? I finally got her home at a half-past 2 and her daddy's in a lawn chair sittin' on the driveway, put it in park as he started my way, what was I thinking?

Oh, what was I thinking?

Oh, what was I thinking?

Then she gave a come-and-get-me grin, and like a bullet we were gone again! Cause I was thinking about a little white tank top sittin right there in the middle by me, I was thinkin' about a long kiss man just gotta get going whether it might not lead, I know what I was feelin'! Hey, I know what I was feelin',

But what was I thinkin'?

What was I thinkin'?

Megan had almost died laughing when she heard the last chorus of the song, mainly because she had on a white tank top, and she didn't exactly know that Peter had felt THAT way about her either…She was going to need another drink now…

Megan was ordering her second cosmopolitan as Peter finished the song, and she had just gotten it when he finished, and she nearly spit out her first sip when she saw him bow. He then looked her way as he headed over to the bar. He hugged Megan lightly, (not awkwardly) and asked her,

"So, how'd I do?"

MORE TO COME LATER! :}