Don was the first to come around, dust and debris surrounded them, Megan was not far away. The first thing he did was pulled out his phone, which thankfully still worked, and called Hazmat. He then turned his attention to Megan who was face down. "Megan?" he questioned not wanting to move her in case she had received a spinal injury. "Can you hear me?"

Megan let out a short moan and opened her eyes. "This is much worse then my headache," she said shifting onto her side. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have walked in I set off…" Megan paused looking at Don. "You're bleeding."

"So are you, and it's not your fault." Don sat up and helped Megan roll over, he lay down beside her and groaned, the adrenaline had worn off and he began to hurt. "You do realise we just blew up a container full of hazardous biochemical's."

"Yes. I heard you call Hazmat," Megan said not moving. "I was supposed to have a date with Larry tonight. Do you think we're going to be put in quarantine?"

"Yes, most defiantly." Don could hear the sirens coming towards them. This wasn't the first time he would have to be put in quarantine but the first time he was truly concerned with the idea that he could have been infected. "Are you still with me?" he asked, as he hadn't heard any grunts of pain from Megan for a few seconds. "Megan?"

"I'm here," Megan said. "My hand is numb," she announced trying to mask her panic.

"Don't worry, helps on the way, everything will be fine," that was the last thing Don said before he passed out.

Megan tried several times to get Don's attention after he passed out with no luck. Hazmat came and contained the scene including Don and herself. She couldn't remember much however she had the sense to ask if Don was all right and whatever the answer was she couldn't remember but felt that the answer was sufficient enough that she could rest. The next time she awoke she felt warm and sore. Opening her eyes she looked around, although she had trouble moving her head she did notice she was in quarantine and that someone was lying in a bed beside hers.

"Agent Reeves can you hear me?" a detached voice asked using an intercom system, or something to that effect.

"Yes," Megan said looking up at the plastic ceiling above her. "What happen?"

"Agent Reeves we believe you and Agent Eppes were exposed to a biological weapon and because of this we have placed you in a quarantined environment," the voice said. "Agent Eppes is recovering from a few broken ribs and a few deep wounds. We are still waiting to get your labs back, which is why you are still wearing a C-collar. It is nothing to get worried about please just try and relax."

'Relax,' Megan thought to herself shifting her eyes to where Don was relaxing was the last thing on her mind. She and Don were in quarantine and she may have a spinal injury all of which was her fault because she walked into the stupid container. "Okay," Megan said sheepishly.

"Reeves you should take the doctor's advice. I can feel your guilt from over here," Megan heard Don say from beside her. "Everything is fine, however I think you're going to miss you date with Larry."

"We've already informed him to expect to be stood up," the voice of David said over the intercom system. "We found a second container, it was also on Charlie's list. We got some prints off of it and are running them through INTERPOL," he explained. "The CDC wants to keep you two for at least 48 hours to make sure you weren't infected because it is hard to tell if the anthrax was vaporised in the fire or not. Are you two okay? Do you need anything?"

"We're fine, thanks David," Don said as he got out of bed carefully and stood over Megan. "Are you okay? Is your hand still numb?" he asked with genuine concern, he took a seat next to her bed.

Megan looked at Don's face, it was covered with cuts and bruises but he seemed okay. "I can wiggle my toes and my left hand, but I can't feel if I'm moving my fingers. Are they moving?"

Don looked over at Megan's hand and her fingers moving like mad. "They're moving."

Megan breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes. "Good. Now all we have to worry about is getting Anthrax." Don smiled glad that Megan's fears were taken away, well most of them. There was still no explanation of why she couldn't feel her fingers move, and the whole Anthrax thing was also a concern. "Did you have any big plans tonight?" Megan asked trying to keep the conversation from heading down a dark track of reality.

"Yeah," Don admitted. "I had a thing."

"A thing? What kind of a thing?" Megan probed

Don knew that even through his voice Megan was analysing him and his 'thing,' but answered honestly anyway. "I had a dinner but I doubt she'll believe my excuse for missing it."

Megan laughed, "Sorry I stood you up but I was quarantined by the CDC. At least it will be the most creative she's ever heard."

"Yup, if nothing else I'm creative." Don paused and turned as someone walked into the room decked out in full Hazmat gear. "It's like being in some creepy Sci-Fi movie in here."

"Agent Eppes, agents Reeves I'm Dr. Turnbull how are you feeling?"

A silence filled the room.

"I guess that was a dumb question," the doctor said putting a few medical supplies down on a nearby table. "Agent Reeves you have a pinched nerve which is why your hand is numb. You do not have a spinal injury." Megan sighed as the doctor removed the 'C' collar and put her arm in a sling. "We're going to start you both on an aggressive round of Antibiotics just in case you were exposed to any of the elements in the container," the doctor explained as he stuck Megan with a needle and hooked up and IV. "Agent Eppes we'd like you to get back into bed and rest as well."

"Sure thing doc," Don said giving Megan a reassuring pat on the arm before settling back on his cot. After the doctor put Don's IV in he left allowing silence to fill the room.

"Did you know that the fatality rate for respiratory Anthrax is close to one hundred percent?" Megan asked going to a dark place.

"Megan, don't…" Don said closing his eyes. "We are FBI agents, we're as close to Superman as you can get. We don't get Anthrax." Don knew that Megan was always realistic but if she wasn't positive then there was more of a chance she would get sick. "So things with Larry. How is that going?"

"It going slowly, but it's good," Megan said not fighting the subject change. "I was just wondering when the last time we slept was?" Megan couldn't remember, they had been working on the terrorist case for days she remembered going home and sleeping but she wasn't sure when, everything bleed into one.

"At least thirty six hours give or take the time we were unconscious."

"Maybe we should get some sleep," Megan suggested, she was incredibly tired.

"Good plan." Don closed his eyes and slept, he wasn't even worried about why he was so relaxed. He was experiencing the best sleep he had. He was on a tropical island with his twelfth grade crush, Missy Jones; he was happy and warm, very warm. Don didn't know how long he had been asleep for but he suddenly got the feeling that something wasn't right. He sat up, 'oh yeah' he said in his head, he remembered where he was.

Then he found the room spinning and his head hurting. "Agent Eppes?" the isolated voice asked. "Are you alright?"

"Don?" Megan asked. "What's up?"

"I'm hot," Don admitted putting his hand on his head. "The room is spinning." Don figured that this was it. He'd always figured that if he died due to something job related he would have gotten shot. Getting Anthrax and dying slow and painful was not a way he wanted to go.

"Don't panic agent Eppes," the doctor said. "You are experiencing one of the side effects from the antibiotic cocktail."

"Another is vomiting," Megan said smiling. She was sitting in a chair with a biohazard bucket on her lap/ "It's a party in here with you and me."

"Are you okay?" Don asked lying back into his bed.

"I'm fine, I think I've run out of things to vomit up, but I'm fine."

Don looked over at Megan; she was pail and looked even worse then she had in her office earlier that morning. "Could we get something to drink in here?" he asked.

"We'll see what we can do."

"How long was I asleep?" Don enquired.

"Six hours."

"Really? How much sleep did you get?"

"A little," Megan answered putting a lid over her bucket of heave.

Don noticed Megan was getting quiet, shrinking away, isolating herself from the situation. He had spent enough time with her to know that it was her favourite defence mechanism. He wasn't sure how long she had it but he guessed it had been awhile because she was very good at it. "Megan, talk to me," Don pleaded.

"When I was six I wanted to be a ballerina, my teacher said I was too fat." Megan spewed the random fact while pulling a blanket off her bed and onto her lap.

"You're kidding me. Really?" Don asked in shock.

"I quit right then and there and started working on getting my black belt." Megan closed her eyes as the room spun slightly and the doctor came in.

"Agent Reeves how are you feeling?" the doctor asked moving her bucket aside. Megan didn't respond as the doctor push a thermometer in her ear. "We've brought you some juice if you feel up to it later we'll give you some soup."

Megan looked over at Don with a look of annoyance causing him to laugh. "Doc you think you could get us a board game or something? I mean the accommodations are nice but we could something to do."

The doctor nodded taking the thermometer out of Megan's ear, putting a new tip on it and placing it in Don's ear. "It is important that you both remain patient." The doctor finished up and headed back out.

"I used to always watch Star Trek with Charlie when we were kids, he always ruined it telling me how none of the gadgets would work," Don said sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of his bed.

"Yeah I…" Megan began talking while she stood up but stopped as she tried to grab hold of her bed railing, missing it she tumbled to the floor before Don could even react however the split second after he was sitting on the floor next to her. "I lost my grip, that's all," she while Don helped her sit up. "I've got nothing in my stomach and a fever, I just lost my balance."

"I know, I know," Don said trying to reassure his friend who was almost in a state of panic. He knew tensions were running high everywhere and having a bunch of doctors watch their every move on the other side of a thick layer of plastic didn't help any. "Can you get up?"

"Yes," Megan said lifting herself off the floor and onto her bed.

Don stood up and made sure she was all right before depositing himself in the chair she had previously occupied. Megan had just started to close her eyes when she heard a familiar voice. "Donnie, you sure know how to scare your old man," the voice came from the other side of the plastic, it belong to Alan.

"Hey dad," Don said without an ounce of fear to his voice, he didn't want his father to worry.

"David called and told me what happened. They are all busy wrapping the case up and asked if I could come and check up on you two," Alan explain, also hiding his fear, it was an Eppes family trait. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, besides the side effects from the medication neither Megan or I have started to have symptoms."

"How are you Megan?" Alan asked.

Megan sat up in her bed feeling some of her strength return. "I'm doing…" Megan paused as she felt something welling up in her chest; she paused and swallowed before speaking again. "I'm fine," but Megan couldn't hold it in, after completing her short sentence she let out a small dry cough. Everything went silent. "I was getting a cold, I had a migraine," she said.

"Your right, nothing to worry about," Don said looking over at his dad for some encouragement.

"Megan is there anyone you want me to call for you?" Alan offered.

"You could call the YMCA and tell them I won't be in to teach class tomorrow." Megan didn't cough this time.

"Okay. Well I will come by later to check up on you two later." Alan said just as the doctor came back into the quarantine.

"She's just got a cold," Don said to the doctor. Megan noticed he had gotten defensive over her and stood beside her as he took her temperature yet again. "Listen it's been about twelve hours is there any chance…"

"No," the doctor said before Don could get the rest of his words out. "We are going to give you another round of antibiotics, something for your nausea and something to help you sleep."

"So Megan I've always wondered how you became such a good shot?" Don asked. He had always wanted to know and he figured the best time to ask was when Megan was drugged up.

"I just am," Megan said, Don couldn't see it but she was smiling. "How come Charlie is the smart one?"

"I'm the smart one," Don retorted laughing. "I guess it's time for another nap."