A/N: This fandom is in some desperate need of Kegan, so here we go; based on the prompt 'Megan's musings about fashion' from jumblr-crumblr on tumblr.
Megan sat in the break room, her chin resting on her hand as she absent-mindedly stirred her coffee, not realising that it had long since gone cold. Under the table her leg swung backwards and forwards, her shoe slowly loosening.
It really is a very nice blouse, Megan mused as she stared at Kate while she spoke to Peter. And those pants look like they were made for her. Hug her in all the right places. Megan's eyes trailed down as she thought, resting on Kate's rear. A smirk formed on Megan's lips as she observed her boss. Her eyes continued their appraisal down to the heels Kate wore. I wonder if she keeps them on when she has sex…
Megan's shoe clattered noisily to the floor as it finally fell from her foot, causing her to jump guiltily. The hand stirring her coffee knocked the cup over, depositing her cold drink down Megan's front and into her lap.
"Oh, shit!" Megan swore quietly ask she pushed the chair back from the table. Hooking the back of her shoe with her toe, Megan then attempted to pull the shoe towards her while balancing on the other foot as well as picking up the not-quite-empty coffee mug. In four inch heels.
"Oh, shit!" was the slightly louder curse as she lost her balance and fell backwards into the chest of the gorgeous boss who had just entered, coffee going flying once more.
They crashed to the floor and Megan cringed, her eyes screwed shut tightly as she started a silent mantra to herself.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Kate groaned from underneath her and Megan felt a delicious shiver work its way down her spine at the sound. She rolled over and knelt on the floor, eying the other woman carefully and noting that the blouse she had been appreciating earlier was now stained with coffee.
Kate carefully sat up, muttering under her breath. "Megan?"
"Yes?"
Kate turned her head to look at her supposed subordinate. "What am I going to do with you?" she murmured, shaking her head and then pulling herself up and glaring pointedly at the stain. She rolled her eyes at Megan before offering a hand, which was willingly taken.
Megan stood once again before picking up the now-broken coffee mug and her shoe. She smiled sheepishly, embarrassed by both her fall and her reaction to Kate's groan. Using Kate's shoulder to steady herself she slipped the shoe back on before dabbing uselessly at the stains on her clothing.
"You know, clumsiness isn't like you. What had you so distracted?" Kate asked, crossing her arms and flicking her hair as she tried to figure out what was going on in Megan's head.
The words 'your ass' nearly escaped Megan's mouth before she could stop them. Clearing her throat she replied, "Todd's being as ass again."
Kate shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Megan's ex-husband and her ex-boyfriend. In an effort to clear the sudden tension she joked, "He's always been an ass."
Megan grinned at her, "Glad to see you're finally seeing things my way. Now I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to go change into some scrubs."
Kate nodded once and watched as Megan left the room. She vaguely wondered if the redhead's hips were swinging more enticingly than they usually do.
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Megan spent the rest of the day with a smirk on her face, as Kate had changed from a light pink blouse into a white one that she kept at work. Little did her boss know that when you got close enough under the bright lights of the autopsy table, you could quite clearly see the pink lace of her bra.
Oh yes, Megan mused, the boss certainly has a good taste in clothes.