Lie to me

Hey lie to me fans and welcome to my first story of this particular TV show. I hope you enjoy and I would really appreciate your feed back. I'm only just recently discovered lie to me so I haven't seen all of the episodes. This is a Gillian/Cal Romance story and it includes Emily. Hope you enjoy.

Hostage

Chapter 1- This was not their day

Gillian Foster breathed deeply as she begun to come out of her sleep. She rolled over and hugged her pillow and as she moved her legs she felt them brush up against another pair. Groggily, Foster opened her eyes and saw Emily Lightman still asleep. Cal Lightman (Fosters partner in The Lightman Group and loyal friend) had asked if Emily could stay at Gillian's the night as he was busy with a client. Of course Gillian said yes. She loved Emily over and Emily enjoyed Gillian's company alot. Emily could of slept in the spare room but the two of them had fallen asleep while reading through magazines and talking about girl stuff. Gillian closed her eyes again and started to feel the pull of drifting off to sleep.

Her alarm clock on the bedside table let out a shrill beep, jolting Gillian awake again. Beside her Emily groaned loudly and curled up into a ball. Gillian stretched her body, her shoulder aching a bit. She remembered how she received it but and shuddered. She pushed the memory from her mind.

"Come on, Emily, time to get up. We have to get you too school," Gillian said.

"I'd rather spend the day lying in bed, watching movies and eating all the yummy sweets with you," Emil said, rolling over to face Gillian, sleep still evident in her voice. Foster grinned back.

"As fun as that sounds your father would kill me for, and in his words, 'corrupting you into my sweet tooth ways'," Gillian said, chuckling softly. Emily giggled.

A loud thump and crash stopped the laughter. Both shot up, leaning on their elbows, shock and confusion written on their face.

"What was that?" Emily asked. Something smashed in the kitchen. Emily jumped and turned wide eyed to Foster. Gillian put a finger to her lips, indicating to Emily not to make a sound. Silently, Gillian slid out of bed and made her way slowly to the door. Gillian jumped back in shock as the door flung open. There standing in the door, panting hard was a tall man, wearing black jeans, a t-shirt and an open jacket. Gillian gasped when he stepped forward. Gillian could see the gun in his jeans. He pulled it out and Emily whimpered, curled up in a ball, pressed up against the wall still on the bed.

"What-what do you want?" Gillian asked, fear pulsing through her body.

"I want Doctor Lightman's help and you are going to help me," the man said. Gillian nodded.

"OK, I'll take you there. Just me though," Gillian said. The man shook his head and mumbled no over and over.

"I can't let you take, her. You can only take me," Gillian said, fear making her knees wobble.

"I said NO," the man shouted, his hand flying out and connecting with Gillian's face. Surprised she fell to the ground. Emily whimpered and let out a gasp.

"Gillian!" Emil cried and scrambled off the bed and knelt beside her. Foster pulled herself up and gripped Emily's hand. They turned and saw the man had his gun pointed at them.

"Now, we are going to go see Lightman," the man said, anger still evident on his face. Emily and Gillian nodded.

"Get up," He demanded and Emily and Foster shakily got to their feet. Gillian squeezed Emily's hand.

"Walk to the car," the man demanded. Foster and Emily quickly complied.

"Just stay calm and do what he says. He really angry and we don't want him to go through with any threats he makes," Foster told Emily. She nodded and tears sprung to her eyes.

"Stopped talking and just walk," The man growled, tugging on Fosters hair. She gasped and he pushed her forward. Without a word they headed to the car.

"You drive," he said to Gillian. "You little girl get in the back."

They did as they were told and slid into the car. The man handed Gillian the keys and then put his arm around Emily's neck and held the gun to her head. Emily whimpered and closed her eyes, tears leaking out.

"Take any detours and I will put a bullet in her brain," The man growled. Gillian nodded and started the car, terrified, hands shaking as she pulled out into the street and headed to the office.

The Lightman Group

Cal Lightman strode through the building. He headed out of his office and made his way through the halls and towards the front desk. Out of the corner of his eye her saw Rai Torres and Eli Loker heading his way, a case file in their hands.

"Lightman, we have a missing person case," Torres said walking up to him.

"Is that so," Cal said, finally reaching the desk. "OK, Torres your with me while we go talk to the parents. Loker, wait until Foster gets here and then go over to the school and ask question," Cal said, reading over the file as he talked. It was a thirteen year old girl who was missing.

Suddenly screams filled the office and Torres, Loker and Cal looked around and saw employee's running. What Cal saw next made his blood run cold and his eyes open in fear. A tall man, wearing black jeans, a t-shirt and an open jacket had a gun pointed at Gillian Foster (his partner and loyal friend) and his daughter Emily. The man had short shaved blonde hair and he looked angry and was sweating. Emily had tears running down her face. She was still dressed in her pajama's pants (that had polar bears on them) and a t-shirt that had a penguin on it. Cal read the pure fear on her face. Gillian was dressed in a silk night dress that sat just above her knees and had a v-neckline. Her jaw was red and Cal knew that she had been hit as he could see a bruise forming. A few tears were rolling down her cheek and he saw the fear on her face too. Both where so white and trembling they looked like ghosts.

"Doctor Lightman?" the man asked.

"Yeah, that's me," Cal said, his British accent leaking out.

"You are going to help me or I'm going to put a bullet in these beautiful girls heads," he growled, cocking the gun and aiming it at Emily and then at Gillian. Cal put his hands up, showing his surrender.

"OK, let them go and take me. She just makes the tea, here and I can't let you hurt the girl," Cal reasoned. The man chuckled.

"I know very well the Gillian Foster is your partner and this girl here is Emily and she's your daughter," The man chuckled. "I did my research."

"What's your name?" Cal asked.

"Harry Joiner. Are you going to help me or am I going to have to kill them?" Harry asked, eyebrow raised.

"I'll help you, just let them go," Cal said, hands still in the air.

"No, you see I need your full co-operation and they give the perfect motivation," Harry explained.

"OK, ok, we'll help. Loker send everyone home and get them out of here. I need you and Torres here," Cal said. Loker nodded and immediately set off to get everyone out.

"If you call the police I will put a bullet in your daughters head," Harry said. Emily sobbed. Gillian was still holding her hand and squeezed it. Her eyes sought Cal's. He read the fear and sorrow on her face.

"OK, no police. No Police," Cal said, directing it at Torres. She nodded, shock clear on her face.

"OK, now why do you need my help?" Cal asked, his eyes darting between all three off them.

"We need a place to talk. Take me to your office," Harry growled. Cal nodded.

"Follow me," Cal said, reluctant to turn his back on Foster and Emily. His body felt cold and numb at the sight of them.

Harry pushed Gillian and Emily forward and they quickly walked to Cal's office. Once they were in, Harry shoved them both down on the couch, aiming his gun on them. Gillian held Emily close.

"I want to see the surveillance camera's," Harry demanded. Cal did what he asked and spun his computer around so that Harry could see.

"Now, what do you need our help with," Cal asked.

"My wife was accused of a murder she didn't commit and I want to prove her innocence," Harry growled.

"OK, who was she accused of murdering?" Cal asked.

"Our neighbor, Elizabeth Harrington," Harry spat out.

"I have to ask. Did she kill the neighbor?" Cal asked. Harry growled and Cal saw the anger building. He surged towards Gillian and Emily. Gillian stood up and pushed Emily behind her. Cal watched in horror as Harry grabbed Gillian, grabbed by the throat and pointed the gun in her face. Gillian screamed but it was cut off once he grabbed her by the throat. She gasped and chocked, struggling to pry his finger off her.

"Do you think I would be here if she did," Harry demanded.

"Did your wife kill Elizabeth?" Cal asked, eyes on Harry but darting to Gillian who was still gasping and struggling to breathe.

"No, she did not," Harry growled.

"OK, we'll help. We'll help, just let her go," Cal said, eyes pleading. Harry let Gillian go. She gasped for breathe and her feet gave out from under her and she fell to the floor. Cal watched concerned and made to move forward but Harry stopped him by aiming the gun at Emily.

"I suggest you move fast if you want them to live," Harry said. Cal searched his face, head cocked to one side, and saw he was telling the truth. He looked to Emily and took in her appearance. She was shaking and watching Gillian with wide eyes.

Cal turned to Gillian. Silently he communicated to say he was sorry. A tear slid down her face and she nodded.

"You'll be OK. I'll get you out of this soon," Cal said, moving to the door, his heart throbbing painfully.

"OK, I trust you dad. I love you," Emily sobbed, her face showing it was genuine.

"I'll be back as fast as I can, loves," Cal said and he backed out of the door.

Cal walked swiftly away from his office and headed swiftly to one of the conference room where he found Torres and Loker with laptop. He swept in and they looked at him with concern and sympathy. He came around and saw that Cal's office was on the screen. Gillian was now back on the couch, Emily behind her and hugging her closely. Harry was pacing.

"This guy is deranged. He's got such anger that he could explode at any moment. He will carry out his threats," Loker said.

"Yeah, I know. OK, Torres and I are going to the prison to talk to the wife. Loker I want you to get a tape from the interview with the police and find out where they live," Cal instructed, his mask back up on his face.

Loker nodded and Torres jumped up. With a heavy heart, Cal made his way out of the office and to the prison where Harry Joiner's wife, Kelly, was being held.

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