Right, so this is my first Lie to Me fic. I got the inspiration because...well, our Cal is so popular with the ladies, so I thought I'd throw some conflicts in there to jazz it up some. The new character, Clara, is going to actually appear later this season (thanks to lietomescoop . com ) and I thought she'd really spice things up for a romance. While I've been writing fanfics for a while, this is my first romance one, so let me know how it goes. I'm going to try and stay as true to the show and their characters as possible, so let me know if I start to stray away. Feedback is wonderful, I really want this story to work out. This beginning bit is just a short warm up to see how you guys like it. Hopefully more will be up later today/tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I do not own the concept or characters of Lie to Me, they all belong to FOX, god bless 'em.
1.
He stood in the doorway of his dark and empty home for a moment, taking in the silence. He heaved a sigh and listened as it echoed throughout his home as he shut the door behind him. Normally, he would have been sad to not hear the chipper voice of his daughter to greet him.
Tonight, however, Cal Lightman was glad to be alone. A rare time for him to sulk and be alone with his thoughts. No masks here, he could simply be himself and let his emotions flow. Cal trudged into his kitchen and went for freezer where a full bottle of Crown Royale was waiting for him. He had bought it months ago during a particular difficult case, but had never gotten around to drinking it. He didn't like to drink when Emily was around anyway. But tonight she was at Zoe's.
Zoe...
Cal shook the memories of earlier that day from his head as he tipped the bottle to a short glass. He took a large gulp, then filled it back up again, this time to the rim. He thought about leaving the bottle on the counter, but decided to take it with him to the living room. He didn't bother taking his coat and scarf off, but simply plopped down onto the couch, setting the whiskey on the table next to him. He stared into the glass as his thoughts drifted.
Women. They were so damned complicated. He tried not to, but his mind began to drift through the days events. Their current case was going nowhere, his team was falling apart and so were his relationships. Yes, relationships, as in plural. Why can't I just be normal and have one functional relationship? A quick smirk crept onto his lips and then faded as he raised the amber drink to his mouth. Functional. That's the bloody key word there. Yeah, right.
He sighed and stared off in no particular direction. I've got three choices. The mother of my child, my faithful companion, and my firey passion. How the bloody hell do I choose? Who will make my life functional? Who do I want to be standing next to in the future?
Cal decided that now was not the time to make that choice. Things would unfold in due time. For the moment, he simply decided to spend some quality time with some whiskey and the silence of his home.
And from here, I'll rewind and fill in all the blanks. This is just the idea of the story. And a super cool case to go along with it, hopefully. I like to toss in as much action as possible, along with the mushy stuff. Lemme know whatchya think, luvs! And I'll try to have more up soon. That is, if I get the feedback that I should. If not, I'll begin writing my other story idea...s...