A/N: Glad you guys are still keeping up with the story. It means a lot! Apologize for any misspelled words. This is a quick update for my girl, ElleJMuse who is amazing. Thanks for the tips! *wink wink*

Megan sat on her couch with her arms wrapped around her legs. She was anxious and rattled that they had actually found her gun and it had been her gun that shot Tolson. The past was the past and that's where she had left Tolson, or so she thought. Watching the clock tick, Megan's senses heightened concentrating on everything around her. She was trying to put the pieces together of how this had all come crashing down into her life after all these years. The light knocking drew Megan from her thoughts as she stood and opened the door. Sleep still evident in her partner's tone, Megan smiled as she found his voice to be lower than usual.

"Thank you so much Peter," Megan quipped as she closed her door.

"Not a problem. What's wrong Megan?" Peter asked sprawling out on her couch.

Megan wrapped her arms around her body again, not really wanting to think about the evidence that could put her behind bars, but she had to. Slowly she moved around the kitchen remaining quiet as she heard Peter clear his throat. Not making eye contact, Megan asked if he would like a cup of coffee.

Peter frowned as he realized that Megan was avoiding his question. Why did she do this he thought? Sitting up, he watched as she moved throughout the kitchen before saying 'yes.' The house was pitch black besides the side lamp on the corner table. Peter could see her back side glowing in the light as it cast a low glow on her face. Slowly, Peter stood and walked toward the kitchen. He wasn't sure what was up with Megan but he didn't want to alarm her in any way possible.

"Megan…you need any help?" Peter asked leaning against the counter.

Megan turned around, finally looking him in his eyes. She wasn't sure what he wanted from her. He needed to be beside her, near her, just close enough for her to feel safe, but his continuous questioning was getting annoying. She turned the coffee pot on, poured in her French vanilla coffee grains, and closed the lid as the machine began speaking soundly throughout the room. Just as she turned around, there he was; chest and all right in her face. Megan gasped before she realized that it was him.

"Peter what are you doing?"

"Talk to me. You woke me up and told me to come over for coffee? I don't think so, spill now or I'm going home."

"I'm-scared. My life is about to be ruined and I'm scared."

"I know Megan. I'm trying to do everything in my power to prove that you are innocent, but things just aren't adding up."

Megan chewed on her inner lip and sighed. Things weren't adding up and for once she couldn't come up with a logical theory to support the evidence. She hated this. She hated that she had somehow become a part of a crime and the only damn suspect was her.

The buzzing of the coffee machine grabbed Megan's attention as her eyes drifted from Peter's to the counter. Opening the cabinet doors, Megan grabbed two mugs and poured each a half of the liquid sludge. Motioning toward the fridge, Peter grabbed the half and half, handing it to Megan as he watched her dumping loads of sugar into her mug.

"Let's sit, I don't feel like I can stand much longer," Megan announced to Peter as she led the way to the couch.

Plopping down on it, they both sat in silence for a while. Neither knew what to say or how to say it. Catching glances from one another, they begin to feel at ease with each other, letting their guards down.

Peter continued to watch Megan skeptically. She wasn't herself and he knew that. Yes this case had gotten to her, but something else was nipping at her conscious. Was she afraid for her life? Was she having second thoughts about actually being a suspect? He needed her to talk or his trip to her house was entirely pointless.

"Meg, talk to me. I'm here for you just let me in." Peter pleaded as he sat his mug on the coffee table.

"Peter…I apologize for how I've treated you throughout this whole thing. I know you were just looking out for me." Megan swallowed, "Do you think I'm guilty, do you even believe me anymore?"

Peter slid closer to Megan and wrapped him strong, gigantic arms around her small frame pulling her into a hug. There was no way he didn't believe her, Megan stood for the truth and he was going to do the same to get her justice.

"You never have to ask me that question. I always believe you…even when you don't believe yourself," smiled Peter as he let his statement sink in.

Megan nodded then froze. It was clear to her that Peter was serious about everything he said. Knowing that she could confide in him made her feel more at ease. As her feelings began to surface for her hot partner, Megan couldn't control her emotions and the adrenaline that propelled robustly through her veins. Slowly, Megan turned to look at her partner. Both sharing an intense stare, Megan shuttered at the feeling of Peter's breath covering her lips as he exhaled. Her heart raced and her endorphins were on full blast. She needed a release, but the only thing that could cool down her lust filled body was the one thing that had made her feel this particular way. Giving in to temptation and letting all conscious thoughts fall astray, Megan slowly extended her neck as her lips moved closer and closer to Peter's. Feeling the hairs from each other's lips, Megan gazed into his eyes one last time for the final ok.

Lips collided and arms flailed as they pressed their bodies into each other. Peter gathered Megan's hair in his hands as he rubbed gently on her neck, pulling her closer to him as he felt the heat of their bodies practically blistering each other. Megan found him neck, wrapping her long, lean arms around him for support. As air became a necessity, they broke a part, breathing heavily. Neither was sure what the other was thinking. It was too much thought and not enough logic, making both Megan and Peter a little shocked.

Slowly, Megan made her way back to Peter's lips as they brushed against each other. Nudging his lips with her tongue, Peter eagerly granted access letting her explore every depth of his mouth. Rubbing her hands down his back, Megan's stomach began doing flips as her heart rapidly raced. She could feel his fingers rake through her hair pulling her towards his body.

Peter couldn't believe it. It was like he was in a time zone. She felt so good in his embrace. The way her body lay completely in sync with his was just magical. He felt her heart beating against his chest as he realized she was just as shocked. Deciding he didn't want this to end, Peter pulled Megan toward him as he fell back in the corner of the couch. She practically lay on top of him as his hands move lower down her back and over the curvature of her ass. God she was beautiful and the way her body felt turned him on even more. He could've ravished her at that very moment, but his conscious got the best of him. Peter didn't want Megan thinking all he wanted was sex from her; he was more of a gentleman than that. Gently, Peter lifted Megan onto his lap making her straddle him. He moved his hands back to her hair as he pushed it to one side as he began placing soft delicate kisses along her neckline. He felt her moan vibrate against his lips making his bulge become excruciatingly tight. Peter was just about to flip them when a scream interrupted his thoughts.

"What the hell mom?" Lacey hollered coving her eyes.

Megan jumped out of her skin as she heard the shriek from Lacey's startling voice. Pushing off of Peter abruptly, Megan covered her mouth as she gave her daughter a blank stare. There was nothing she could say. She had just chewed Lacey out about making out with Chad and now she was repeating her daughter's teenage actions. First word in Megan's mind…hypocrite.