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As Don sat at his desk, Meghan walked up behind him, catching him going over the files of the latest case both they are Charlie were having trouble solving.
Then she noticed the deep red bruise that had been hidden by his shirt’s collar.
“Don? Have a good night last night?” Meghan asked, not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice.
The instant she said that Don felt a blush creep up his neck and he wished either he or Meghan would get called away somewhere.
He waited.
No such luck.
“So, anyone here? Or another department?” Meghan asked, having a field day at having caught Don off-guard and in an obviously semi-embarrassing situation.
“Neither.” Don mumbled into the rim of his coffee cup.
“Mmm, hmm.” Megan chuckled.
“Okay, well I’ve had my fun at your expense. I’m going to see Charlie, any new information I should take him?”
Don leaned back in his chair, “Nope, anything comes up I can run it to him.”
Don watched as Meghan walked over to the elevators, disappearing between the closing doors.
Slowly he raised his hand to his neck and ran it over the bruised flesh, chuckling to himself.
“Damnit, Charlie. I thought I told you, below the neck only.”