Under Pressure

Webb knew her too well. Meg had pasted on a smile for the rest of the weekend. But she'd spent every moment she wasn't occupied with Kara's move, fretting about the meeting with Peters. In the end, she was absolutely stumped about why Peters needed to see her. With only a few minutes to go until the meeting, she strode down the hallway toward Peters's office. Hawk, off leash and wearing his FBI work vest, heeled at her side. Stop stressing, you'll find out in a few minutes. Nothing to do for it either way. Good boy, Hawk. Let's find out if we're on the chopping block and then. She stopped dead and trailed off, as two figures turned the corner at the far end of the hallway. Her spirits jolted upward. She'd recognized the tall, dark-haired man and the German shepherd at his side anywhere. Brian, what are you and Lacy doing here? Brian grinned at her as Lacy broke into a half trot at the side of Hawk. Lacy, heel, we're at work. But he compromised and picked up his pace. Meg met him halfway with a tight hug. It's so good to see you. She pulled back and studied Lacy as she and Hawk happily greeted each other, bumping noses and circling excitedly. Lacy looks great. Meg abruptly remembered her meeting and why she was here, instead of on the fourth floor. What are you doing here? I mean, not in the building, she pointed to Peter's door, but here. Craig sent a text over the weekend saying he wanted to meet me here at nine. The weight resting on Meg's shoulders melted as all of her stress slid away, leaving only confusion. She might think she'd done nothing wrong, but Brian absolutely hadn't. He'd been on paid leave for several months at this point. I got the same text. She met his eyes. So now the question is, why are we here?