"Hey dad" Don opened up the fridge and took out a cartoon of orange juice, setting it on the counter. Alan watched his son's actions as Don grabbed a glass and poured himself some juice.

"What would make my son get up so early on a Sunday morning?"

Don eyed him and polished off his half glass of juice in one gulp, before placing his glass in the sink. "I was just about to go for a jog" He had on blue sweat pants and a dark brown t-shirt. His father gave him a cautious look."You know I have some things that I wanted to think about, so I thought jogging would be ideal."

"Are those keys I see hanging out of your pocket? You wouldn't happen to be going to be making a stop at the office." Don stuffed the keys back into his pocket and weaved past him.

He called over his shoulder. "Actually I was thinking about swinging by a different park not by here so I will see you later, okay?" In one fluid motion Don let the swinging door close behind him, nearly colliding into Charlie.

Alan shook his head as his oldest son mumbled some kind of apology and stormed out. "What has gotten into him?" Charlie inquired and set some files and books onto the table.

"I am thinking it has something to do with feeling like his team is falling apart."

"You give him one of your fatherly advice speeches again?" Charlie had an amused expression on his face as he sat down at the table.

"My usual advice" Alan corrected, standing up from his place and drained the rest of his coffee from his mug. "And you know I wanted to ask Larry a question--"

"The last time I heard, he was with Megan." Charlie interjected, looking over at his father from the paper he was correcting.

Alan raised his eyebrow. "They seem to be spending a lot of time together these days. Pretty soon we will be hearing that the two of them are engaged." Charlie made what seemed like a choking sound and ducked his head, before clearing his throat.

"How much of that conversation did you hear?"

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Megan had been up for almost an hour, and had just poured milk over her cereal and was about to retreat back to the living room when the doorbell rang. She knew that It couldn't have been Larry. He had left almost an hour ago after finally getting ahold of his father, and had borrowed her car.

With one hand holding her cereal, she walked carefully towards the door, unlocking each lock before twisting the knob. She stood there with the door half open. She took one look at the pouring rain, then at him. "Are you crazy Don, running in the rain?" She scolded. Setting her bowl on the table by the door, Megan ushered him inside. "How long have you been out there?" Her tone took on more of a concerned outlook.

"One thing--I drove here." He watched her shake her head at his half answer and retreated toward the hall closet upstairs and grabbed a towel.

"Are you sure? You look like a drenched rat." She looked almost amused as she came back down the stairs with a large brown towel in hand. "The bathroom is upstairs on your first right. It might be wise if you dried off before we talk." Grabbing her bowl, Megan retreated into the kitchen as he silently went up the stairs and closed the door.

He looked around her bathroom. Everything was neatly placed in the black and white form; salt and pepper counters, equipped with a toothbrush holder, a bar of soap, and face wash. Two towels were folded and sat on the rack behind him. The shower curtain to the right of him was drawn in and had a big print of the Eiffel Tower.

Five minutes later, he stepped out into the hall and found himself gazing at a few pictures that he had never seen before. But what caught his eye next had him down the hall. He usually wasn't one for prying, at least not on his own team. But the illuminated light on the framed photograph hanging above the bed, made her look as if she were an angel without wings. Even so as her hands protected a child so tiny but still welcomed to the world, nonetheless.

Quickly just as he had gone down the hall, he pushed himself back down the stairs, realizing the lack of footsteps and quiet atmosphere, he decided it was time to find Megan. And he found her sitting in the kitchen with her back to him as she casually flipped through a magazine.

"You get dried off?" She inquired. Not needing to turn around to know that he was standing behind her, she closed the magazine. He took a seat to the right of her catching the title of the magazine from the corner of his eye as she pushed it to the side of the table.

Good Housekeeping--I never knew she read that. He thought to himself. Don looked up to realize she now had her chin resting against her hand, observing him.

"Are you going to tell me why you are here?" Megan gave him a familiar look. Her smile had that hint of control that could hold attention, even if the attention was not needed to complete the process. Eyes like light sparkling emeralds, glinting with full emotion behind them.

Sadness was one. Perhaps it was the fact that she was moving on, considering that she was leaving her job and the people she loved. He had told her to think about what she was doing and her green eyes had swelled up with tears. Like behind the decision, she already knew that this was the right thing to do.

For one he had never seen her show this much emotion. She always had this facade of control that kept him in his place--all of them in their place. She was the centerpiece of the team, and it was all falling apart.

He didn't know what to say to that and the domino effect threatening to tumble in a moment's notice. It caught him in a silent act, not like him at all, and she knew it. Her tired eyes focused on his, still caring, putting all her worries to the side for the time being.

"How have you been doing?" Was all that he could pull out.

"I am pretty sure you did not come to ask me how I was doing, Don. We are all pretty stubborn federal agents, and we all put on an act at some point or another. We know how to twist the system like the back of our hands."

A smirk lifted the corner of his lip. "You can say that again." He thought about the picture upstairs and shook his head. He still had to wonder, who was that child she was holding? It had to be of importance if it was hanging on her wall, over her bed. Even the pictures leaning against the bathroom wall. Don wanted to talk about so much, whether it had been things he had been pushing away or questions that had constantly been going through his head, because some things just weren't adding up.

But this wasn't going to be easy. Usually he wasn't the one to admit the wrong. "I know these last past few months have been rough, for all of us. You know, you should be able to make your own decisions." Megan nodded, trying to follow along. "Without feeling like someone is breathing down your neck."

"We have had some pretty rough terrain." She nodded again in agreement. "But that wouldn't be the reason for my leaving." He then consciously started noticing the lack of coffee in his system. "I have some thing along the way, that I don't even know would work with handling with the demands of working at the Bureau." Megan laid her left hand softly on the table, and began twisting at the ring on her finger.

Don raised his eyebrow in question and decided to take the different route. "What exactly happened on that assignment?" Her gut wrenched and twisted at his inquiry.

She looked away, prepared to put up a fight. "What makes you think that I could tell you?" Her green eyes fell in his line of direction.

" I know you have a lot going through your mind right now, but you have to start letting someone in."

"And you have?" Her eyebrow raised sharply, which was a bad sign that he had gotten her started. The ring on her finger clashed against the wooden table. "I've hardly been able to get a word not related to work out of you. Let alone anybody else on the team. I come back and I no longer feel trusted or needed."