FIC: In Justice's Shadow
Title: In Justice's Shadow
Author: Valerie Vancollie (valeriev84 [at] hotmail.com)
Characters: Megan, (Don)
Rating: PG
Summary: After leaving, Megan ponders how she came to her decision.
Spoilers: Two Daughters, The Janus List, Power, Black Swan, When Worlds Collide
Note: This was written for the numb3rs100 word prompt New York.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Numb3rs characters, items or situations. I only lay claim to the original aspects of the fic.
Megan shivered, her eyes locked on the space where the Twin Towers had once stood. It was hard to believe that it had been years ago now; the horror and shock of it still felt new. She wondered if she'd still be with the Bureau if that day had never happened. Without September 11, there would be no Guantanamo Bay, no 'interrogations' of suspected terrorists and no special assignment.
Would she still be with the FBI?
It wasn't just her assignment that had caused her to leave, but it had been the trigger. Cases like Cleary's had played a role in it as well; ones that clearly showed the system wasn't perfect.
Then there was Don.
Megan almost shied away from the thought. That he didn't always play by the rules had been obvious from the start, but for the most part she'd admired it. He wasn't afraid to try new methods. When she'd been kidnapped it had been a comfort to know he would do everything to get her back. It wasn't until later that she'd discovered exactly what everything meant.
Even now Megan felt uneasy remembering. Yes, she was grateful for being rescued, but at what cost? She knew it wasn't the first time Don had tread down that dark path, but every foray counted. Each was another chance to get lost. Just like with Meechum; he'd been right, but what if he hadn't?
Megan was afraid that one day Don would go too far down that path and lose his way. The fact that he was doing it more and more truly concerned her. So far it had always been for good reasons, but where did it end? Where would he draw the line? It shouldn't be flexible to begin with; it wasn't his right to decide.