Chapter 4: Coffee & Voices

So that was what she meant by changing the past. Don sat in his apartment later that night, or early morning rather, pondering what Megan had revealed to him. He had seen a very vulnerable part of his friend he hoped to never see again. Not that far at least. He had seen Megan distracted on a case before, but not like this. Last time had been about a psychic knowing that she hadn't spoken to her dad in ten years. He only knew that much because Charlie told him.

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Megan woke the next morning to an unfamiliar feeling. Her bed wasn't this comfy. As she looked around the room, she still didn't have a clue as to where she was. That was until the door to the bedroom opened and she smelt warm Folgers coffee. Don came in and handed Megan a cup. Yes. Just what she needed to wake up. Wait. How did I get in Don's apartment? A million possibilities ran through her head, 99.9 of them completely out the picture because there was no way that any of them could have taken place.

Don must have read her thoughts because he answered her question. "You were in no shape to drive anywhere last night so I let you crash here."

Megan sat up in the bed, wearing a large tee-shirt and very comfortable pants. She realized that they were Don's. God, she must have been a wreck last night. She accepted the coffee with a quiet thanks. "I feel like I have a hangover. Big time." They both laughed and silence settled between them. The two agents sat, wrapped in silence for a few minutes before Megan asked, "So, what happened last night?"

Don smiled and Megan knew that what ever did happen, he wouldn't et her live it down anytime soon. His smile faded as he began to speak. "I think I pushed way to hard for answers that could have been given when the person that had those answers wanted to give them. That certain person practically crashed down like an old POS computer when I asked my question."

Megan smiled and took a sip of the coffee. Wow. Just how she liked it. With milk and sugar. It gave her energy. Don also took a sip of his own and looked at Megan. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Pushing."

"You didn't push." Don raised his eyebrows in question. "Okay, maybe a little. Look, it's not a big deal." She looked away from his dark, sincere eyes.

"Yes it is."

"No it's not. I-"

"It is a big deal."

"You're stubborn. I had to tell someone eventually. I hadn't planned on keeping it a secret for the rest of my life. Hell, I admit, I thought he was done when he got away. I don't know why. Obviously he's not right?" Megan looked at Don. He was startled to see tears in her eyes. Now he definitely knew how Megan forgot to mention anything of the original case. Not because of how long it had been, but what had happened. She had wanted to forget and he had unknowingly, carelessly even, torn the emotional wounds open. "So," Megan tried to break the silence between them while wiping her eyes dry with the back of her hand. "We working today or not?"

Don stood and looked down at Megan. "I am but you're not." He walked out of the room.

Megan jumped out of the bed and followed him. The pants and shirt she was wearing were incredibly comfortable for some reason… She'd think about that later. "Why you and not me?"

They two made their way to the kitchen. The smell of food woke Megan up even more then the coffee had. "I thought you could use a day or two off." Megan almost objected when Don said, "Payed of course."

"Works for me." Megan leaned over his shoulder to see what he was cooking. "Okay. Two questions. What're ya fixin'?"

"Eggs and sausage mixed."

"Cool."

Pause.

"You said two."

Megan walked over to the small table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "You actually cook?"

"Nope. It's stuff Dad cooks and I freeze. Then I warm it up."

The friends locked eyes and then burst out laughing.

The eggs and sausage mixed turned out to be good. Don turned out to be a good cook. He must get it from Alan, Megan thought as she took another bite.

"So," Don started, in attempt of conversation. "You taking one or two days."

"One."

"Okay." He stood up and put his plate in the small sink. Megan realized that he was already fully dressed. He had on one of his black long-sleeve button up shirts and blue jeans. Damn he looked good in jeans. Dammit. She shouldn't be thinking like that. No, bad Megan. Stop.

Another voice in her head said, But it's true.

Maybe. But don't think that. Think he looks bad. The other voice, the sensible one, argued.

No. He looks good. Not bad. Don't think that.

Yes.

No.

YES.

NO!

Megan slapped her head with her hand. Don looked at her. "You okay?"

Megan looked up at Don. "Uh… Yeah… I'm fine." She knew she didn't sound convincing and she hoped Don wouldn't notice.

He did but didn't say anything. "Alright. I'm leaving. You can do whatever you want. Eat whatever you want, if you can find anything." Megan smiled. Now two voices in Don's head were arguing. Nice smile.

No. Can't think that.

Yes you can. Just make sure she doesn't find out.

No. don't think it at all.

But, when she smiles, her eyes light up and- and-

Stop. Don't think that.

She won't know.

Okay, keyword- SHE. Woman. She's a woman. They figure anything out.

Yeah but I can easily hide my feelings.

Like you do with anything and everything?

"Shut-up." Don told the voices. He realized as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he said them aloud. He felt his face heat up.

"What did you say?"

"Uh… I gotta go. I told David and Colby I'd be in early." Don grabbed his gun, keys and phone off Ihis coffee table and walked out the door.

Megan still stood in his kitchen. "That was definitely weird."