A/N: Since we don't know where Megan comes from, I made something up. :)

Megan

I was kind of scared to meet him at first.

I had been working at the Boston FBI department for years, and now I was going to work in Los Angeles, in the team of Special Agent Don Eppes. I had no idea who he was, knowing only the name, but still I managed to be scared.

I had no idea why.

It couldn't be the fact that he would be my direct boss. I had worked for several bosses before and I knew that I would be working with other bosses in the future.

It couldn't be the fact that I was moving to LA. I didn't have any strong ties to Boston anyway, and Los Angeles had always sounded interesting to me.

It could be the fact that even in Boston the name Eppes meant something. The team of Special Agent Don Eppes had been explicitly mentioned in the annual overall FBI reports, and my own boss had decided to make sure that we would remember him and his team. The top percentage of crimes solved in the past year.

And now I would be joining that team.

Of course I was proud, I was very proud. When I decided to apply for a new position in the Los Angeles office, I didn't even realize that that was the office where this Special Agent Eppes worked. And when I heard I would be working in his team I was thrilled.

Only on the way over I realized that working in the best crime solving team in the US might be a bridge too far for me. What if I wasn't good enough? What if was supposed to replace someone amazing, what if everyone, especially this Special Agent Eppes would compare me to that person?

Never before had I been this insecure about myself. I had worked so hard to get where I was today, and I knew I was good at my job. But now I wondered whether for Special Agent Don Eppes that would be enough.

With clammy hands I walked in the building. I was given directions to go up in the elevator and I would report on the second floor.

When I got out of the elevator I saw that the layout of the room was very similar to Boston. The atmosphere however was very different. The same professionalism here was decorated with something else, something I couldn't quite place. Something nice.

I slowly began to walk forward, taking in my environment, when suddenly a man came up to me from one of the cubicles.

He was about 35, with short dark brown hair and some lines around his eyes telling me he had seen a lot of stuff in his life so far. He appeared to have been studying me, and I could see a smile forming on his face.

'Hi, you're Special Agent Reeves? My name is Don Eppes, welcome in LA.' He extended his hand.

I slowly came out of my reverie and shook his hand.

From the moment I walked into this office it felt like I had belonged here all my life, and I could feel the same comfortable feeling radiating from the man in front of me.

I suddenly knew that I had nothing to worry about.