So this is my first fic in english so please, take it easy. I love nice comments, and criticism even more, so feel free to say anything you want. :)
Just to be clear: I don't own 'Lie to me' or any of their characters, cause if did, I would know watch the 4th season and didn't give a damn about anythin else.
It was too much. She'd always putted up with his crap, but this time he had crossed the line – line they drew – and she was not willing to let that go. Who does he think he is? God? He doesn't have right to treat her this way, especially when she deserved to be treated with respect. She needed to be treated with respect by him.
Gillian looked at her desk and started to collect her papers. She was not going to cry because of him again. But again that was just an empty promise. Tears that were burning her eyes finally escaped and were streaming down her cheeks. Just by simple act, he could made her feel like she was useless and unwelcome here, like all of the work she's done here meant nothing to him. She looked at the papers she was holding and she laughed. She was pathetic. She deserved far more than that and yet, every time she tried to change something, she would find herself not strong enough to do anything. And Gillian Foster she used to know wasn't weak. The Gillian she knew was independent and bold woman that could do anything she wanted and get everything she wanted. So this time, when she yet again felt the need to change something, the need was so strong, she just couldn't repress it. She had to do something with it or otherwise she would go crazy.
And that brought Gillian Foster here, to this empty office in the middle of the night. Cardboard box lied in front of her and she was putting her things there almost without registration. She was filling the box with books and personal stuff until nothing more could fit. With a loud sigh she sat down in her chair and looked out the window. Rain started to fall when she left her house an hour ago and now it was pouring heavily, making city disappear behind the rain drops. She loved this city. Streets full of people, bakeries that were filling Washington's air with delicious smell, libraries with interesting romantic novels she would never be sick of. This city was a part of her and the thought of leaving it behind made her heart ache. She couldn't imagine life without D.C., all her friends she met here and, even thought she new she shouldn't think like that, she couldn't imagine her life without him. Yes, he was ignorant bastard that didn't obey any rules and lived carefree, but she loved him. Out of all the people in the world, she must have fall for that one. It hurt her so bad, seeing him living his life like it was fun. He was careless and reckless and she couldn't watch how he was destroying himself day by day. I deserve more than a ghost of a man he is, she told herself. But living in a lie every day was not what Gillian wanted, so she had to run. She had to escape this life and start all over again, no matter what price she would have to pay.
She heard footsteps on the corridor and she turned around wiping the millionth tear she cried this evening. Her heart skipped faster, cause she knew whose step it was and she hated herself for what she recognized, was longing to see his face. How could she ever gonna live without all of this? "What are you doing here, love? It's bloody midnight!" His voice sent her back to reality and she quickly looked down at the box that sat on her desk. This was not the way he was supposed to find out, she thought. She didn't say a thing and just stared at her hands. Why on earth did she feel ashamed? He did this. He made her make that decision and she was not going to back up. Not this time around. "Are you okay?" He asked and his voice was full of concern. She smiled a little at the irony of the situation. He always starts to care when it's too late. "Hey, love? I asked you if-""I heard, Cal" She whispered and she swallowed her guilt. How can she tell him that she's leaving? It was too much for her. "Foster look at me" he said with demanding voice that made her shiver. Silence between them was so heavy, she almost felt like it was burning her skin. This time he shouted. "I said look at me!" Her body flinched at his rough voice and she had no other option that to look at him. She met his gaze halfway but his stare was so intense she just couldn't take it, so she looked down again. And thought their eyes met for just a second, he new that something was up. "You were crying, love" he said and was met with her smirk. "Thank you, Captain Obvious" she hissed, anger raising in her by every second. It amazed her how quickly she remembered all the things that brought her here. "Oi, the irony creeping. I'm in big trouble, am I?" He tried the joke, but no one laughed. You can't even imagine, she said in her mind, stood up and put her hands on the cardboard box. "What's that?" he asked. Gillian looked at him just to see how puzzled he looked. And thought her soft side wanted to assure him that every thing was okay, the stronger part spoke. "I'm done, Cal" she said and continued just when he wanted to interrupt. "I'm sick of your attitude. You try to play God, but you know what? You are not Him. For seven years I putted up with your crap, but I had enough! You don't care about anything and anyone. The only thing that matters is you and your feelings. Has it occurred you even once that other people have feelings too? That I have feelings!" At that, tears started to fall and she didn't even care to hide them. He had to know that he crossed the line. "If you thought that I'm gonna stand by your side and watch you turn this company – our company – into a mess, then you're wrong. At this point I have nothing to say to you nor give you. I knew you were a troublemaker, Cal, but I've always stick by your side. And I've got nothing in return. That's the end, Cal, and as much as it pains me to say, it's the end for good" she wiped her cheek with sleeve of her red sweater. She must have looked like idiot that moment. He instead just stood there, too shocked to say anything. "What a hell that's supposed to mean?" his words were dripping regret, pain and disbelief. "You're leaving? Just like that?""Yes, just like that" she said and she reached for her purse. Just before she caught it, his hand grabbed her wrist and he spooned her around, their bodies inches away. Sadness in his eyes almost made her die right there. But she couldn't give up, cause she gave up too much already. "You can't do that" he told her shaking his head. "You can't leave this company, this is your life""No, Cal. I made it my life and that brought me here and made me who I am. Pathetic, lonely woman. And I deserve more than that." she said quietly. Cal looked for any sight of doubt in her eyes but there was any. She was determined and if she really wanted to leave this all behind, leave him behind, she would do it. He let go off her wrist and stepped aside, making her room to leave. "You right, love. You deserve more than that" She looked at him disappointed. At some point, she wanted him to fight for her. Instead, he did what he always do when it comes to really important things. He gave up on her. And that was the moment she gave up on him. She grabbed her purse then took the box in her hands. She gave him the last look and made her way to the door. Just as she was about to leave, his voice stopped her. "Gill?" Her name on his lips sounded so foreign. She stood there, in the doorway. She didn't turned around cause she knew if she will, she might not have enough strength to leave him. "You were never lonely, really" his voice was so sad it almost broke her heart. Instead she just took a breath and made her way out of this company and this life. She will not try to change him, cause he couldn't change. And some part of her never really wanted him to change. But she will certainly stop trying to change him. She gave up on him like he did on her, and that was something both of them couldn't change. One thing she didn't know thought, was that in this empty building behind her, stood a man that would never give up on Gillian Foster until the last breath he breaths.
So you like that? Should I countinue? *smiles sweetly*