I'm Still Here: Learning to Fall

His mouth slacked, slightly. He couldn't say that she wasn't going to answer, but he was certain now that he had her closer. Taking in a deep breath he let his shoulders relax. Taking a deep breath herself, she realized her answer echoed back to her, yes… "I would love to be with you." Her eyes flickered up towards him.

"I'm not saying you have to make a decision right now" He put in. "I wanted to… and ask if you'd accept being with me, eventually." Clarifying, he opened his hand to reveal a beautiful ring.

A silver band, engraved with their names. Larry. Megan. "Larry, it's beautiful." Taking the ring out of his hand, she admired it. "And what would make you think that I wouldn't want to marry you? Of course I would…you know I would."

He nodded, appreciation underlying in his tone, "How did the talk go?"

"There were the moments, but we talked and she got through one of the hardest parts—talking to someone."

"You want to expand on that?" Megan inquired, walking the few steps and squatted in front of her until her eyes met Megan's.

Lindsey shook her head. "Not really." Her eyes darted back towards the tile on the floor then carefully leveled with hers again. "But then again it's better than talking to the school shrink."

"Careful about that… I'm in no way a shrink. I'm a psychological profiler."

"Oh I know" Lindsey put in quietly as she interlaced her hands together and letting her legs fall against the tile. "That's just what all the kids in the school call the counselors.

"That usually is." Larry nodded in agreement, seeing it many times in his own job, and when he helped out with the FBI.

"Yeah well, I think she's going to be alright. We talked quite a bit until the lunch period was over, and up to a few minutes before her next class started. And I feel this trip was sufficient to the apprehension."

Megan shot her a sympathetic gaze before standing up, glancing over at the thrown backpack "Looks like you had one with the backpack."

Lindsey's head shot up as she glanced over at her abandoned backpack. She shook her head, almost blushing. "Oh…yeah." Getting up she retrieved the backpack and sat back down beside Megan. "You must do this a lot."

Megan shrugged, "I do, but it's not every day that you get to find somebody to relate to." She noted, gazing towards the door and back to Lindsey.

"I know." Lindsey nodded her head almost sadly. "So is this why you decided to become a profiler?" Lindsey wondered, now setting her backpack beside her, as she wiped at her eyes.

"Yes, and no." There was a twinge of sadness as well as regret on her pending decision, making it much more clearer to her that she was going back to LA and then perhaps all heck would break lose. "I do it because I like helping people, reading the emotions that some times others can't see."

Lindsey let out a patented smile. "Well whatever it was you just did, it worked. Not everybody has the magic touch." She paused for a moment. "But you do, don't you?" It wasn't an actual question, it was a statement. Curling her legs underneath her, she looked up at the clock on the wall, then back over to Megan.

"What, magic touch?" Megan laughed. "I don't know if you would go as far to call it that...it's more like intuition." Lindsey immediately rolled her eyes up to the ceiling in a teasing manner in response, and shrugged, as she raised her eyes back to the clock.

With a sigh, "It was really nice talking to someone I could relate too." Lindsey revealed back to earlier talk. "But I'm afraid it's almost time for Algebra class. Not to mention that it's clear across the school." She started to stand, brushing herself off.

Megan stood with her, brushing her hand across her pants, and found it about time to give regards for her and Larry to get to the airport in time.

Larry checked his watch. Almost a half an hour had gone by and it was about time that he got situated before he got on the long plane ride home. Almost nine hours, to be exact. His flight was around one, so he calculated to be back home—well to Charlie's—by at least around ten.

Adjusting his carry-on bag on his shoulder-filled with notebooks, papers, a few pens, that he had brought along- he sighed, "Well my dear." He hated goodbyes, even if they were for a few days. He reached into his pocket and grabbed his plane ticket out so he was holding it in his hand. Together they stood—her admiring the ring, he turned and got on one knee. "I knew I'd have to do this before I couldn't stand it anymore. From the day that I met you I knew you were the one, so Megan Charlotte Reeves would you do the honors of marrying me? "

Megan felt a blush creep on her cheeks, and she couldn't help laughing in pure joy. All she could do was nod-and with that he softly took the ring from her grasp and shakily slipped the ring onto her finger.