Author's Note: Finally came up with a sequel to my first Kegan story. Truth be told, I actually prefer this to the original installment. That said, it's still probably a good idea for you to read "Instincts" before reading this one, though not completely necessary. Thanks once again to the incredible writers and creators of Body of Proof for creating these characters, and to the unbelievably gifted actors for giving them life. Thank you also to my Beta, who inspired me even more than usual for this one. Enjoy, and please review!


Kate looked like she was ready to blow a gasket. She paced back and forth across the carpet, barefoot, still in the grey pencil skirt and cream colored blouse she'd worn all day. She gripped the phone so hard that even as she spoke calmly, it appeared as if she might throw it through a window at any moment.

"I understand," she breathed, feigning patience, curling her toes into the plush beneath them. "But the family won't cooperate unless we…"

She ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the roots as she leaned her forehead against the wall, trying not to kick her foot through it.

"Okay, Commissioner… I will… Thank you."

She hung up before she could be cut off again. After flinging the phone onto the bed, she crossed back to the desk in her hotel room and sat down, facing the woman staring at her nervously from her laptop screen.

"Well?" Megan asked hesitantly, propping her elbows on her knees as she sat on her bed back in Philly.

Kate pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath.

"She's insisting we find a different approach," she sighed. "Looks like I'll be here another couple of days."

Megan nodded slowly before leaning back and readjusting the computer. She'd come home a few hours early that day to take care of Lacey—who had the flu— and immediately changed into her pajamas. Still, she was far from rested. No matter what position she tried, she couldn't relax.

"You okay?" Kate finally remembered to ask.

"Fine," Megan told her. She sunk further into the pillows and swallowed before continuing. "Actually, that's a lie."

"Think you caught the bug from Lacey?"

"No, no, it's not that," she paused again sadly, almost shyly, as she flashed her green eyes at the screen. "It's just…"

"Just...?" Kate tried to coax it out of her. She was getting used to this routine.

"When you're not here," Megan began to admit softly. "I just…feel a little…lost."

Kate pursed her lips. Megan couldn't tell if she was trying to suppress a smile or…

"I'm not sure that's healthy," the blonde noted.

Megan's brow furrowed. She sat up a little straighter.

"I don't think it's unhealthy to miss someone you love."

Kate rolled her eyes.

"Missing, yes," she conceded. "Dysfunction…"

"Who said anything about dysfunction?" Megan interrupted. "I went to work. I came home. I took care of Lacey. I just said I feel a little…"

"Well, if you're feeling 'lost,' that implies…"

"Kate!" Megan raised her voice to a heated whisper. She didn't want to wake her daughter. "Stop analyzing and tell me how you feel."

Kate looked around the room, exhaling slowly, attempting to keep her composure.

"Alright," she said softly, before turning her glassy blue eyes towards the screen. "I miss you. It's been two weeks—not that long in the grand scheme of things— and I miss you, terribly. So much it makes me sick to my stomach. So much it makes me feel needy and weak, which makes me feel insane."

"You're not insane for needing someone," Megan soothed.

"Not someone," Kate swallowed before turning her eyes back towards the screen. "You."

Megan sighed, relieved. This was the longest they'd been apart since they started seeing each other a little over a year ago. Even though they were living together and things had been easier than either of them could have imagined, Megan still required a little reassurance every once in a while.

"I need you too," the redhead replied sweetly, in a voice she reserved only for Kate. "But not in a co-dependent way. I'm just so used to you being here, it feels…empty…without you."

Kate tapped her fingers on the desk and looked down at her nails. She really did miss Megan, more than she was willing to admit or dwell on. She needed to stay focused so that she could wrap up her consultation on this trial and get home as soon as possible.

"I was distracted when you sent those texts earlier," she almost scolded, though her soft smile gave her away. "Missed half the briefing."

"Talk about dysfunction," Megan teased.

Kate turned red and rolled her eyes.

"I'm gonna shut this thing off if…"

"Don't!" Megan smirked. "Not yet."

"It's getting late."

"It is," Megan agreed as she slid further beneath the covers. "But I'm not ready for bed."

Kate pulled a little at the collar of her shirt.

"What did you have in mind?"

Megan slowly slipped her hands below the sheets and scrambled a bit before pulling her night shirt over her head, leaving her topless. She kept the down comforter carefully tucked under her arms, covering everything she knew Kate wanted to see.

"You want to torture me? Is that it?"

"Commissioner Travers is the one torturing us," Megan stated defiantly, before burying her hands out of sight again. "The least we can do is take advantage of the situation."

"What are you doing?" Kate whispered.

"What?"

"With your hands…" the blonde tried not to stutter.

Megan raised an eyebrow.

"You wanna see?"

Kate sighed as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip before biting down and shaking her head.

"Then you're going to have to do something about it," Megan continued to tease.

"Like what?"

Megan leaned closer to the camera.

"First," she demanded devilishly. "I need you to be equally as naked as I am."

Kate huffed before staring into Megan's eyes. The camera was so clear for a moment she almost thought she could reach out and touch her. She let her fingers trail over the screen before standing next to the desk. As she took another breath and slowly unbuttoned the top of her silk shirt, she closed her eyes and laughed a little.

"I've never done this before."

"Sure you have," Megan retorted. "Plenty of times. Just never on camera."

"Exactly," Kate whispered.

Megan squirmed a little. Kate could barely make out the faintest movement of her hand beneath the white linens. Megan tilted her head back, letting her red locks fan out across the pillow as she gasped.

"Are you…" Kate's breath caught.

Megan stopped again, staring back into the camera.

"The longer you take to undress, the longer you'll have to wait to see…exactly…what….I'm doing," she trembled.

Kate looked up at the ceiling and cursed under her breath before more purposefully, almost aggressively undoing her blouse. She untucked it from her waistband and then met Megan's eyes again, smirking seductively as she allowed herself to get into the mood. She let the silk slip from her shoulders, her nude-toned bra almost making it look like she wasn't wearing anything underneath with how well it matched her suntanned skin. She watched Megan watching her with such intensity and anticipation she felt herself becoming wet, the thought of the other woman's desire for her driving her crazy. She pulled the skirt down her legs and kicked it across the floor before returning to sit at the desk.

"I thought I said equally…" Megan smiled as she reprimanded.

"Since when are you the one giving orders?" Kate arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, excuse me," Megan guffawed. "I didn't realize you felt like playing boss tonight."

"I am boss," Kate reminded her.

"Yes, you are, Dr. Murphy," Megan whispered as she slowly pushed the sheet down her body, revealing her gorgeous breasts, rising as she gently arched her back. "So what do you propose we…"

"Mooooom!" Lacey called from her room. "I threw up in my bed!"

As sick as she had been, she was shockingly still able to shout from the top of her lungs when she needed something. Megan closed her eyes and sighed, putting her hands over her face.

"Hey," Kate tried to pull her back for a moment. "It's okay. We can finish this another time."

"I should only be a few minutes," Megan tried to argue, both of them knowing it wasn't true.

"Maybe," Kate offered. "But I really do need to get to sleep if I'm going to be any use tomorrow."

Megan frowned.

"Promise you'll be back by the time your parents get here?"

She and Kate had been preparing for her parents' arrival just before the Chief was called to Pittsburgh. She told her folks they could stay with her, but had not told them about her relationship or living situation over the phone, thinking it would be better to do it in person. Now, there would barely be time to brace for impact after she returned home. Still, she didn't want to cancel. It had been far too long since they'd seen each other, and it was time to rid herself of the anxiety of facing them.

"I promise," she replied sweetly. "There's no reason it should take that long."

"You didn't think it would take this long," Megan noted.

"Trust me."

Kate grabbed the sides of the screen. She closed her eyes and kissed the lens of the camera before smiling reassuringly. Megan pulled her shirt back on and returned the kiss before shutting down her computer and heading across the apartment to help Lacey get cleaned up.