98. Trust Me, I'm Olivia Smith

A Chapter by halflives

SORRIE.

*In Quantico*

*Everything is pretty much back to normal. It’s been an entire week since Time almost ended, since the Master died, and since Megan was sent on a leave of absence. Finally, the morning of the week anniversary, Megan shoots up in her bed*

Megan: I’M GOING BACK TO THE BAU TODAY!

*Being the last one to wake up, Megan doesn’t disturb anyone. I’m at the coffee machine, making -- you guessed it -- coffee. What else would I be making? Jocelyn is checking up on her email, and Mayisha is loading and unloading her gun. Obsessively*

Me: That’s good, Megs. *hands her a cup of coffee*

Megan: *takes it graciously* I’ve had enough of moping around. He’s… dead, and that’s it. Right?

*Silence*

Megan: …right?

Jocelyn: Of course. Yeah. Right.

Megan: I’m tired of being sad all the time and missing him. The Master would never want me to be like this. He’d want me to remember him in a positive light, and continue doing what I was doing. I’ll still miss him every day, but it’s no good for me sitting around here and sulking all the time. I need to continue helping people.

Mayisha: Good idea Megan. Now stop rambling, ‘cause we’re gonna be late.

Megan: *checks her watch* Late? It’s only five.

Mayisha: Your clock’s wrong. It’s seven.

Megan: WHAT?! MY CLOCK IS NEVER WROOOONG.

Me: …

Megan: THEN WE HAVE TO GOOOO~ *runs out the door*

Jocelyn: Err, Megs?

Megan: *pokes her head back in* Yup?

Jocelyn: …You’re wearing pajamas.

Megan: *looks down at herself* So I am. *goes in the bathroom to change*

Me: *laughs* That’s the old Megan I know and love.

*Once we’re all dressed, we use our vortex manipulator to go to Quantico*

*I go to my desk in the bullpen, and everyone else does the same. Megan dodges everyone and heads to Hotch’s office*

Megan: *closes the door behind her* Agent Hotchner?

Hotchner: *looks up from his paperwork* Megan. I’m glad you’ve returned.

Megan: Yeah. Um, *mutters* ifeelreallystupidrightnow *mutters* Do I need to fill out any paperwork or anything?

Hotchner: Gideon’s been doing your paperwork for you all week, you might want to go to him to see if you can do anything that he hasn’t done. But I doubt it.

Megan: *smiles, a little* Do I--

Hotchner: You know, it’s not that I don’t care?

Megan: W-what?

Hotchner: *stands up and walks over to her* It’s not that I don’t care about you. I do. You’re my coworker, and I gave you those few days off to make sure that you were okay.

Megan: I’m okay now. The Master wouldn’t want me mourning him mindlessly. It’s been a week, I’m *winces* okay.

Hotchner: …you’re sure?

Megan: As long as I don’t think about it, I’m okay.

Hotchner: That includes this conversation doesn’t it.

Megan: It does.

Hotchner: *goes back to his desk* You’re okay. Go see Gideon.

Megan: *is nervous* O-okay. *turns to leave*

Hotchner: And Megan?

Megan: *turns around* Yeah?

Hotchner: …don’t let me find you and Jason making out in the office.

Megan: *eyes widen to their full extent* *door is open* How did you--

Me: *walks in just in time* Long story, Megs. Now go see the Gideonster, ’cause I’ve gotta talk with Hotchy.

Megan: *is scared* O-okay. *walks out*

Me: *shuts the door* There’s something wrong with you.

Hotchner: *without looking up* How so?

Me: Why would you say that to her?

Hotchner: *smirks* Well…

Me: YOU’RE BECOMING LIKE ME. WE’RE ALL DOOMED.

Hotchner: *stands up, walks to me* Oh goodness, anything but that.

Me: *tugs on his tie* Is this a new one?

Hotchner: How did you know?

Me: I saw you buy it.

Hotchner: …Are you my stalker?

Me: OF COURSE NAWT.

Hotchner: How do I know for sure?

Me: Trust me, I’m Olivia Smith.

Hotchner: …*grins*

Me: It’s a nice tie, by the way.

*In Gideon’s office, Megan slowly knocks on the door. Gideon’s deep voice calls out, “Come in!” and she opens the door slowly, and enters. He gestures for her to sit down, and she does, shutting the door behind her*

Gideon: You’re back.

Megan: *is dreadfully nervous* I am.

Gideon: How are you dealing?

Megan: I’m fine. Do I need to do any--

Gideon: There’s something wrong.

Megan: What’s wrong?

Gideon: You used to talk with me like there was nothing. And now, since you’ve been gone…

Megan: Please, don’t start singing on me.

Gideon: What?

Megan: I’m not an idiot.

Gideon: I never said you were.

Megan: IDIOT AND PROUD.

Gideon: …You’re not making any sense.

Megan: *stands up* Is there anything I can get to get out of here.

Gideon: *stands up as well* What’s wrong with you?

Megan: My boyfriend died. I owe it to him not to move on so fast.

Gideon: You moved on when he was alive.

Megan: I didn’t MOVE ON. I was, um, pressured into a relationship.

Gideon: “Pressured”?

Megan: *sighs* You know what--

Gideon: *walks around the desk until they’re practically touching, his face a few inches from her’s* You need a proper welcome back.

Megan: Jason…

Gideon: *brushes his lips against her’s* Don’t you--

Megan: *punches him*

Gideon: Ow! Ow! *falls back*

Megan: *stares*

Gideon: I, um, think you broke my nose!

Megan: No, I just maimed it. *kisses his nose* There. All better. *leaves shutting the door behind her*

Gideon: …What is wrong with that girl?

*From the bullpen*

JJ: Everyone, to the conference room now! We’ve got a case!

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Author's Note

Found the perfect Mideon quote: "I just want to hold you in my arms" from "Starlight" by Muse.
MUSE IS MY MUSE.
Sorrie about the looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong wait. WILL WRITE MORE SOON. I PROMISESES!