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This story will now be rated M for violence...amongst other later things...
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Danny's steely words cut through the parking garage like a blade, but Megan didn't realize who she was talking to until she felt a forceful shove turn her around. "I was talking to YOU, Bitch!" Danny said, punching Megan in the lip one good time.
Megan was taken aback and tasted the metallic blood as it dripped into her mouth. She spit at Danny for a second before pushing her back. "You have a lot of nerve doing that young lady!" Danny pushed Megan back against her car, before saying, "You sure as hell deserve it! After you stole my man!" Danny went to punch Megan again, but Megan grabbed her wrist and twisted it, locking Danny in a hold she couldn't get out of.
"What…are you talking about?" Megan said, bending Danny over her car. She then threw her out of her grip, and ended up tossing her a good 5 feet. When Danny regained her composure, she charged at Megan's solar plexus, causing an 'oomph' to come out of Megan when she had the wind knocked out of her.
Before Danny could drive her back into the car, Megan firmly planted her feet and pushed Danny away, but not too far before kicking her in the stomach, most of her heel digging into her flesh.
Danny groaned at the pain, and landed flat on her ass. Just before leaving, Megan pushed Danny back on the ground, and planted her foot firmly on Danny's chest. "I did NOT steal your man Danny. He told me what happened. He told me how you broke things off with him. How…" she stomped on Danny harder as she squirmed beneath her stiletto. "I was there to help him, Danny. I needed to make sure he didn't do anything to hurt anyone…or himself!" With that said, Megan removed her foot, and proceeded to head back towards her car.
When Danny got back up, she pushed Megan against the car once more, so she was facing her, and dug her knuckles into Megan's stomach. Megan cringed, but listened to Danny for a moment. "I saw you! I saw you last night at his apartment! You even let yourself in bitch! I stayed their all night, and so did you! So, tell me!" Danny dug her fist into Megan's stomach harder. "Tell me you didn't sleep with him!"
Megan had had enough by now, so this time she kicked Danny in the knee, and threw a low blow to Danny's lower abdomen, finally getting rid of her. "I did no such THING!"
Megan then got in her car and drove home, mad with rage and determined to forget this had happened.
Danny stood there a moment longer, holding her stomach in pain, and then smiled a wretched smile, before limping to her car and driving to the police precinct.
"Look what that bitch did to me! I swear, you should arrest her for assault, battery, and aggravated assault! Maybe even assault with a deadly weapon! She dug her heel into my stomach! See the bruises?" Danny lifted up part of her shirt and showed a small black and blue bruise to detective Sam Baker. Sam was taking notes and listening to Danny's statement. "I totally want to press charges on that bitch!" Sam told her to calm down, and that she would file the charges into the system as if it were a normal assault case, and then she said, "I want to hear Megan's story too."
The next day, Megan was just cutting open a fresh body when she felt a cold presence step into the room. "You're either my mother; or my boss" Megan said to the person, still cutting her Y-incision without looking up to see who it was. "It would be the latter" said Kate, watching Megan cut with great precision. "I know" began Megan with her normal smart-ass comments. "I smelled your perfume." She then stopped cutting for a moment and looked up at her boss with a smile. "What can I do you for?" Megan asked, peeling back the skin and muscle from her corpse and beginning to look inside.
"I would like to know why our driver Danny called my office this morning ranting about you getting in a fight with her in the parking garage, and something about how you stole her man." Kate said; her tone indicating full bitch mode. As soon as Megan could look up and roll her eyes, Sam walked in and said, "I would like to know the same thing. She pressed charges on you yesterday."
Megan's parasthesia began acting up all of a sudden and she dropped her scalpel. As this happened, Sam went for her gun, out of cop instinct. Megan left the scalpel where it was, careful not to move near it, and rubbed her numb hands.
This whole time, Kate was confused, so she cocked an eyebrow, looked at Sam, and asked, "What was she pressing charges for?" Sam looked at Megan, who was looking at the body and said, "That's what I want to know…Megan, do you have an answer?"
Megan stopped what she was doing and removed her gloves. She tossed them in the trash and grabbed one more to pick up the scalpel she had dropped. When it was properly disposed of, she removed the last glove and tossed it before escorting Sam and Kate to her office so they could have a little bit of privacy.
"She shouted at me in the parking garage, punched me in the face, (hence the busted lip) and proceeded to accuse me of stealing her man." Megan began, leaning up against her desk. "Who was 'her man'?" Kate asked, curiosity taking the best of her. Megan and Sam then said in unison, "Peter" and then looked at each other. "Well, did you take her man?" Sam asked, wanting to know what went down that involved Peter.
"NO!" Megan nearly shouted, "I merely went over to his house yesterday evening to see if he was feeling alright because he had gone home early!" Kate nodded to Sam at this and said that Megan did ask about Peter before he left.
"So how did you find Peter when you got to his apartment?" Sam asked, taking every last note down. "I found him drunk off his ass, and he had several cuts on his arms and knuckles, mainly from throwing and handling broken glass…" Megan was looking at the floor now, remembering hearing the shattering sound as she walked into the apartment. Both Kate and Sam looked at Megan with eyes as large as quarters, as if hanging onto every word, wanting to know what happened next. "So I got him cleaned up, let him take a nap, and then I put him to bed."
Megan was now looking up, and Kate was still slightly confused. "So what gave Danny the indication you stole her man?" She asked, Sam nodding with her. "I stayed the night." Megan said, looking back and forth at Kate and Sam. "I wanted to make sure he didn't hurt himself in the morning, and apparently Danny stayed, watching my car to see if I was going to leave."
Sam was writing rather fast in her notepad, and when she stopped, finally said, "I'll have a look at the security tapes in the parking garage and see what truly went down, but for now, I'm having to put these charges in the system, and I'm going to ask that you Megan, stay away from Danny, and you probably just want to stay home for these next few days until we can sort things out."
"But, I just got a new case! You can't take that from me!" Megan said, her arms flailing. Kate put a comforting arm on Megan's shoulder. "You let me take care of the case. You need to take care of yourself, and probably need to let Lacey stay with Todd these next few days…"
"So…let me get this straight." Megan said, standing up. "First, Danny files assault charges on me, when she came after me first…You take away my job, and now you want to take away my kid?"
Sam sighed. "It's better than taking your life Megan." With that statement, Megan couldn't agree more and began to pack her things to leave. She called Todd and told him what was going on, and asked him to pick up Lacey and keep her for a little while until they could sort things out, and then, she went home and took a long hot bath.
(In the local FBI building…)
"So…Special Agent Ames…" one of Derek's fellow agents said, sneaking into his office along with another fellow agent. "Yes, special agent McGee?" Ames really wasn't in the mood for their games, but he had nothing better to do, so he decided to listen to what they had to say anyway.
"We have some dirt on your girlfriend…" Special Agent McGee began. The other one nodded and just confirmed with a 'mmhmm'. "She has recently had some assault charges filed against her."
Derek sat completely erect in his chair, and was utterly shocked. "What? Megan? That…How is that possible? Who filed the charges?" Ames was now standing, as if demanding to know who could or would do this to Megan. "Some driver at the M.E.'s office named Danny. The charges were just filed today." The special agent showed Ames his Ipad with the information on it, and his jaw hit the floor. "You guys…I…You'll have to excuse me…I'm going to need to take the rest of the day off."
Ames left the building in a flash, and was instantly calling Megan's cell as soon as he walked out the door. He was getting worried by the third time she didn't answer, but decided to head over to her apartment anyway. Megan heard her phone vibrating on the counter, but she was too comfortable to get up and get it. She had just felt her body relax completely as she soaked in the bubbly tub, and she had no clue it was Ames who was calling her, frantic about what was going on.
About 5 minutes after his phone call, Megan stepped out of the bathtub and dried off, and then checked her phone. She had 3 missed calls and two new text messages, and all from Ames. "Where are you? I called like 5 times!" was what the first one read, and the second shattered her heart. "I heard about the charges. I'm on my way over."
How was Megan supposed to tell Ames how all of this went down? It was over a man, yes…but…it wasn't over Ames. It was over Peter, and Megan knew Ames didn't really care for Peter too much. She thought maybe Ames saw how closely Megan worked with Peter, and it made him jealous. Either way; Megan didn't know and she didn't care. All she knew now was she needed a stiff drink…
Thanks to all my reviewers! I absolutely love you guys! Stay tuned for the next chapter when Megan tells Ames what went down, and Peter ends up turning the tables and returning the favor for Megan…[Let's just say Curtis spills the beans…] Things might get a little steamy, so keep your pants on! (or off…whichever way you prefer…)