Okay, before I start, I'm going to do some replies. I'm not exactly sure what you call them, but okay. Haha. I am only going to reply to a few of them, because I don't want to take all of your time up in just reading replies :D. And I am no longer going to be doing recaps like I did before, so that means... more room for the new chapters!
AgentEppes08: I think that I will use that idea, thanks so much for your ideas! Hopefully I'll be seeing some more of your reviews in the future!
Natti: Well, I was going to do that at first, but I'm going to do it a little differently. I'm not going to like have her take advantage of her, but just have him in a sticky situation of sort. Thanks so much for your helpful ideas!
Ari-Moon: I am definitely going to do that, but I am going to have that a little bit later in the story. Thanks so much! :D
"Well, that's about it." Colby said, walking back over to Megan's cubicle and sitting down in the chair. Megan had seemed to like the place a lot. In the corner of his eye, Colby could see Don and David staring at them suspiciously. What's up with them?
"This place is really nice." Megan said, smiling, and she also noticed the suspicious looks coming from Don and David. She looked down at her shoes, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Umm... Colby, I think that they notice something's going on."
Colby looked over at them, who immediately turned away. "What are you talking about?"
"Do they know that we're..." Megan trailed off.
"Oh!" Colby exclaimed, finally remembering. "No, umm... they don't know."
"Don't you think they should?" Megan wondered.
Colby scratched his head. "How about we tell them later. They don't have to know now."
Charlie and Amita entered the FBI office, spotting Don and David standing next to each other in David's cubicle. Don looked up, noticing both of them standing next to him and David. "Hey, Charlie, hey Amita."
"So how did the interrogation go with Dave?" Amita asked Don.
He shrugged, but by the look of relief on his face, Amita knew that it had gone well. "He seemed pretty nervous, and I think that with me yelling at him didn't help that much." He looked over at Amita. "Can I talk to you for a second? It's about Megan."
Amita gave Charlie a look before nodding to Don, following him a distance away from the group. "What about Megan? Is something wrong?"
"No, no. It's just..." He looked over at Megan and Colby, who were laughing heartily. "I think that something's going on with Megan and Colby. Did she say anything about that to you?"
Shaking her head, Amita glanced over at the pair before looking back at Don. "It doesn't look like anything's going on. They just look like two colleagues sharing a good laugh." Don was about to say something, but was interrupted by Amita. "Look... she's with Larry. And Megan would never betray Larry by going with another man... especially her colleague."
"But-" Don was interrupted once again.
"Just let it go for now, Don." Amita said to him, and walked back over to Charlie.
Colby, Megan and David sat at a table in the cafe that they always used to walk to before work began. It was a small cafe about a block away from the bureau. It was particularly known for its mouth-watering frittatas and scones that they would buy every time they went there.
"So, Megan, how did you like the bureau so far?" David asked her as he popped a piece of his blueberry scone into his mouth.
"It's great. A little confusing, but I'll get used to it." Megan exclaimed.
David chuckled. "Yeah, you had trouble when you first joined us here. You'll be fine."
Megan nodded, a light smile forming on her face. "So, when do you think I'll be able to come back to work with you guys at the bureau?"
Colby and David gave each other an uneasy look before Colby replied. "Well, you see... the thing is... we're not sure if you're going to be able to come back for a long time."
"Why not?" Megan asked him, confused. It was obvious that she was upset about it.
"Because you may never get your memory back again. And it takes people years just for training for the bureau." David explained to her.
Megan sighed. "But what if I remember? Can I come back?" She was trying to think of all the ways that she could to come back into her life again. The one that she began to miss so badly.
"Well, we can't just leave the grenade to blow up the house." He told her. "It might release crystal meth into the air."
"Then bring it outside and have Charlie shut it off." Megan suggested.
Colby glared at her. "What, you don't think that I can do it?"
"I think you can do it, I'm just saying that Charlie can do it faster." Megan snapped back.
"I know how to do it Megan, if you'll just let me." Colby said.
Beads of sweat trickled down her cheeks, landing on her paisley pillow.
The force of the blow sent Megan flying through the air and onto a cop car, shattering the glass from the impact.
Her beat-up hand, bruised from the accident, constricted into a fist as she began to toss and turn.
She moaned and slowly got up in a sitting position to look at the house, the world spinning around her. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer, from all of the pain she was in.
The sepia-colored sheets stuck to her legs like static as her legs swiveled back and forth on her bed.
The house was now torn to shreds with flames coming out of it in every direction.
A low groan emitted from Megan's throat, showing her inner frustration.
She was slowly drifting into unconsciousness, but kept fighting to stay awake. She felt like she was dying. Her head was pounding and her back felt like it was on fire.
"Megan... are you okay?" Colby asked her, and held her shoulders to keep her steady on the car.
She could feel her soul drift into darkness.
Megan's eyes shot open, revealing the dilated hazel eyes that had tears beginning to form. Pure panic could be seen, but it immediately disappeared as her eyes fell upon the soft glow of the moon showing through the open window.
She heaved a big sigh. "What the hell was that?"
Glancing over at her clock, she read the numbers. 2:30 AM. She knew very well that she wouldn't be able to go to bed for a little while now. Whipping the now sweat-stained sheets off of her body, she rolled off of her bed, placing a shaky hand to her head as she felt dizziness pass through her. Walking slowly into her bathroom, her body immediately relaxed a little as she inhaled the scent of warm vanilla and cinnamon. The smell was strangely familiar to her, but she couldn't exactly place her finger on it.
Turning on the shower, she shut the curtains, waiting for the water to warm to the temperature that she wanted. Placing her hands on the edge of the vanity, Megan gazed at her image in the mirror.
Hair tousled in many places. Eyes now in their normal state. A light-emerald green, with a speck of yellow embedded near the pupils. Multiple scratches covered her face, but were now fading, having being able to heal from the accident. Her eyes immediately fell down to a large gash the size of a baseball in her stomach. She immediately knew that it must have been from the shards of glass that had impaled her.
The glass began to fog up with steam from the shower, signaling that the water was now heated. Pushing the curtains aside, Megan stepped into the shower, letting the steaming water run down her battered skin.
Equations covered the chalkboard that Charlie used daily in his office. His desk was cluttered with documents to look over and papers to grade from the students that he taught. Charlie scurried around his office, going back and forth between his computer and his chalkboard, erasing and re-writing things. He finally stopped pacing at his chalkboard, staring intently at everything written on it. His train of thought was interrupted by a ring, and he turned around to see his cellphone screen light up.
Grabbing it, he flipped it open. "Hello?"
"Hey, Charlie." It was his dad. "You forgot to take the rest of your papers from the table this morning."
Charlie smacked his forehead with his palm, immediately remembering that he had specifically written a note to himself the night before to bring the papers to the campus. "Yeah, I forgot. Thanks... I'll get them later when I have time. I already have enough papers to look over as it is."
"Alright. Call me if you're open for lunch. We can meet up somewhere." Alan told him.
"Okay. Talk to you later." Charlie said. "Bye."
Hanging up the phone, his attention immediately returned to the board.
"Ahh... the Percolation theory... very riveting for the mind." A voice behind him said.
Charlie turned around and almost thought that he was hallucinating. Standing in the doorway, was someone that he didn't expect to see for a while. "Larry."
Well, I hope that you guys liked this chapter! I am so sorry that I haven't written in a long time, it's just that I have had school, tests, homework, after-school activities and games to attend. I hope that you all understand. Please R&R, I would really like to hear your input, and I would gladly like to reply to it in the next chapter!