I know this is a short chapter and the story's a bit rushed but I knew I had to update sometime. Hope you all like it!

Chapter 3: Pit Stop

Megan felt like killing herself only an hour and a half into the drive to Sacramento. Don had insisted on driving. She would have preferred to but knew it was best not to argue. Now, sitting in the passenger seat watching cars on the opposite side of the road pass by, she was bored out of her mind.

Earlier that morning they had stopped at each other's apartments and got their stuff together. She had never seen anyone pack so much hair stuff.

She studied Don as he drove. He seemed tense. She decided to bring it up, more in attempt at conversation then to see why. "You okay?"

He looked at her. "Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know, just thought I'd ask." Silence filled the car again. Somehow Don had managed to get her keys from her and drive her car. Speaking of which… "So, how are we getting these suped up cars?"

"Don't know. I didn't think to ask. Maybe we'll be lucky enough to find one on the street… abandoned or something."

Megan rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. We're gonna find a street racing car on the side of the street. Abandoned."

That got a smile from Don. YES! I have succeeded! "Hey, ya never know what you're gonna find on the side of the road in California."

"Good point."

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As Megan started to drift off to sleep, she saw an exit sign and a hotel right off the exit. She was dead tired and Don himself looked like he was about to fall asleep at the wheel. "Let's get off this exit and crash at that hotel, Don."

He nodded. "Okay. Sounds great to me."

He switched into the lane on the highway that would take them to the hotel. Don parked the car near the doors and the agents stepped out. Don popped the trunk and met Megan at the back of the car. "Don't forget to put your gun in your bag or hide it in your coat."

"Okay." She did as Don said and pulled her needed bag out of the trunk. Don grabbed his overnight bag and a satchel. She guessed it had the files on all the guys. "That the files?"

"Yep. Thought it wouldn't hurt to look em over before we got to Sacramento."

"Yeah."

Megan followed Don into the lobby of the hotel which was only two floors. It wasn't fancy but it wasn't trashy either. It was mid class. That suited Megan just fine. Not that she cared what kind they were at, just that she and Don got sleep soon. Don took the position of speaker when they made it to the front desk. The woman sitting at the desk was reading a newspaper. The headline caught Megan's attention. It said something about street racers being caught and how the Bureau was involved. The woman put the newspaper down and smiled at Don. The smile was one that, in Megan's opinion, would attract any man's attention. She felt an emotion sweep over her that she couldn't explain.

Don seemed to look past the charming smile and said, "We'd like two rooms please."

The woman looked around the lobby and spotted Megan.

"Would you two like the couples suite? It would be cheaper."

Megan stepped in when Don gave her a look that clearly said he thought the woman was strange. "We'll take separate rooms. Please."

"Are you breaking up? A divorce? Argument during the drive?"

Simultaneously, Megan and Don said, clearly annoyed, "Just two rooms."

The smile faded from her face as she reached into a drawer and held out two keys. "They're on the second floor, next to each other." Don took the keys from the woman and handed one to Megan.

"Go ahead to your room. I'll pay."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Go ahead."

"Okay." Megan smiled at Don, thankful that he said he'd pay. He handed the file bag to her and she took it, noticing the look that the woman gave them. On her way the elevator and to her room, 215, she amused herself with what could possibly be going through the woman's head.

Opening the door to her room, she saw a full size bed, television, nightstand, and loveseat. The room had a horrible paint job. The color was some ugly, vomit green. Like someone had chewed peas and painted them on the walls. Before she shut the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Turning, she saw Don smiling at her. "What?"

"Turns out we're only a mile and a half from Sacramento."

"Really?"

"Yep." He followed her into the room. "God, this paint job's disgusting!"

"Yeah. I know." She threw her bag on the loveseat and plopped down on the bed with the files. "Wanna look at these before we go to sleep?"

"Sure." He sat next to Megan as she spread the files out. He grabbed one from the bag and opened it. "Dominic Diesel. Street name Dom. Wanted for grand theft auto. And attempted murder. Three times. On the same guy. Wow. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into, Megan?"

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Colby walked into the bullpen on the day that Megan and Don left and found David in a conference room, looking over what looked like thirty different files. "Hey man. What are you lookin at?"

David looked up from the file he was reading. "Files on the guys Megan and Don are going to investigate. They're gonna call us in two days and give us a report and we're supposed to relay that to Merrick."

"Well, that'll be fun."

"Yeah." He went back to the file. "Wow. Colby, look at this. Dom Diesel. He's wanted for three counts of attempted murder on the same guy."

The two agents looked at each other, eyebrows raised. "What have they gotten into?"

David just shook his head.

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An hour ago, Don had gone to his room and Megan layed in the bed thinking about why she suddenly felt lonely. There were too many confusing thoughts going through her mind. Like why had she felt a stab of jealousy when the woman at the front desk had smiled at him? He had been in her room for three hours, helping profile most of the guys they were going up against. The only question she couldn't get out of her mind was why she felt a sense of loss when Don walked out the door and shut it. She hoped against all hope that the feelings weren't what she thought they were.

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Now I know that this wasn't an update but I think I need more reviews if ya'll want an update. An important family member passed away and I haven't really felt the need to update. If you want more, please give me like two more at least…. Please????