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Cal was sitting at the bar talking to the woman he had met at the single's mixer earlier that day. He touches her arm lightly and confesses, "I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry." He gets up off the bar stool, turns around, and walks out of the bar.

A little while later Cal walks up the steps to Gillian's apartment and knocks on the door. Gill opens the door and smiles when she sees Cal. Smiling back, Cal says simply, "Hey."

"Hey," she responds, she grazes her hand against her forehead and sighs.

"Zancanelli confessed to Connie's murder."

Gillian shakes her head in acknowledgment. "I heard." She averts her eyes down to the ground, sighs again, and looks back up at Cal, her eyes gleaming.

"I'm sorry I ran out like that," Cal apologizes.

Forgiving him in only the way she can, she counters, "Everybody's dealing with it in their own way."

Cal looks down.

"I'm just…" Gillian stops, sighs, and then continues. "I'm just glad you're okay." The pain is written all over her face. Her frown hints at the sadness deep within while she struggles not to break down and cry. "How's your head?" she questions as she reaches for the cut on Cal's head.

Cal upper body recoils quickly in pain as her fingers graze the sensitive area. "Oh! Uh, fine." He then steps up into her doorway. "Look, I was thinking about that whole account thing, the billing thing. We'd be working out of a shoebox if it weren't for you. It's all yours and I respect that."

" No, no. You're right. Cheating spouse cases - we're better than that." She shrugs slightly and slides her hands in her pockets.

Cal turns around to leave, but looks back as he steps out the door. "Well, whatever you decide."

" Okay," she responds softly, nodding and smiling slightly.

"Alright then," Cal says, as he starts to walk off. He turns around suddenly and reaches a hand out as he steps back toward her. Gillian has her hands on either side of the doorsill and is leaning out slightly. "Look, I just popped by really to see how you were doing," Cal confesses.

"I'm okay." She grins a little and cocks her head to the other side.

"Good."

"Where's Emily?" Gill asks, looking back behind Cal.

"She's at her mum's," he says while nodding slightly. "I haven't told her about all this yet." He licks his lips, and starts to step back, but halts, looking at her questioningly. "Can I sleep in your spare bedroom tonight, if it's not too much of a problem?"

Gillian smiles, "Of course." He steps back inside. She puts her hand on his arm to stop him. "Hey," she says as she puts hands on his chest. She then looks at him with tears in her eyes. They embrace each other tightly. Gillian sighs deeply in relief as more tears well up. They step back from each other; Cal walks into the house and Gill closes the door, looking out into the night as she does so.

After closing it, she leans her back against it. She closes her eyes and sighs deeply, trying to keep the tears in her eyes from spilling. Cal turns back around and notices her still at the door. He studies her face. He instantly detects the sadness etched in her expression and her lips trembling faintly. She opens her eyes to find him examining her in the soft light coming from a lamp across the room. She cocks her head to the side and whispers warningly, "Cal…"

"Yes, love?"

"Don't do that to me. Don't read me right now."

"I'm not. I was just looking at you. I really am sorry about today. I know I scared the bloody hell out of you, but I can't promise it won't happen again."

Gillian sighed deeply as a tear broke free and rolled down her face.

Cal was standing directly in front of her before she could even realize it. "Oy, love. Don't. Don't cry." Cal pulled her to him and held her tightly again. Gillian's body melted into his as she started to shake from sobbing. Suddenly ashamed, Gillian stepped back quickly, wiping away her tears with both hands. "I'm sorry. I…I shouldn't have done that. It's just…Cal…the line. I forgot just for a second."

"Oh, bloody hell, Foster! Why do you have to do that to me? I just don't want you to be upset."

"Why do I have to do what to you? What about what you did to me today?" Gillian said, angrily.

"Stop lying. You know I can tell you're lying without even being near you. And you're deflecting, love." Cal retorted.

"Cal…I could have lost you today. He could have shot you! I was completely terrified. But line or no line, I shouldn't have let myself break down with you like that even for a second."

"Love, do you think I didn't know? I saw and heard everything. I saw the looks of terror on your face and the tears in your eyes. I am terribly sorry. And about the line, I think we should redefine it." Cal ventured.

She looked at him, puzzled. "Redefine?" She pressed a hand lightly to his chest.

"Yes, love. Redefine. I am positive you know the definition," he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "Of course I know what it means. I'm just unsure about what you're implying."

"Oy, Gillian! You know bloody well what I mean." He looked her directly in the eyes, seeing not only the intrigue, but also the desire. "Let me make this up to you."

His implication finally dawning on her, she lifted her eyebrows in slight surprise. "Cal!"

Before she could refuse, Cal gently placed his hands on each side of her face and kissed her deeply and passionately. His desire was evident in the way he plied open her lips and slipped his tongue inside her sweet-tasting mouth. Lost completely in the moment, Gillian brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, kissing him back with equal passion. Out of breath, their lips came apart, both gasping for air. They pressed their foreheads together. "Bloody hell, that was…"

"I know." She kissed him swiftly again before she could talk herself out of not crossing the line like she had just done. She then gave in completely and let her body melt into his once more. She pressed her hips into him and, as a result, felt a little stir. "Mmm, Cal…" She grinned playfully. "Oh, to hell with this line!"

"I agree, love. To bloody hell with the line," he chuckled, kissing her again. With their arms locked around each other, Cal started stepping backward toward her bedroom. Upon reaching the door, Cal and Gillian both reached for the knob to open it. With her hand on his, he twisted the knob and pulled her along with him into her room. Turning her around, Cal lowered her to the bed, moving his body with hers.

Gillian scooted up the bed to rest her head on the pillow. Cal followed her, his knees coming to rest on each side of her thighs. They looked into each other's eyes as Cal pulled off her beige cardigan. Before coming back to rest on the bed, Gillian reached down and slowly tugged off her white shirt. Cal reached behind her back and unclasped her nude-colored bra. She gasped as the cooler air hit her nipples and they perked instantly. "Oy, so that's what the girls look like underneath it all, eh, love?" Cal teased. Gillian smiled sheepishly and playfully whispered, "Yes, Cal, and you have no idea how long they have been waiting for your touch."

Cal's eyes widened in surprise, a response to both her words and her boldness. "What? You never expected something like that to come out of my mouth, Cal?" she teased.

"Definitely not, love. But it sounded great." Cal responded. Gillian reached to unfasten Cal's shirt and he pulled it off as she undid the last button. He then leaned forward to kiss her breasts. She shuddered as Cal's cool lips made contact with her flushed skin. Moving slowly, he continued to kiss her breasts as he grazed his thumb over her sensitive nipple. She moaned in response and he moved upward to kiss her again. He shifted his body to lay down beside her, never breaking contact with her supple lips.

Cal traced his fingers slowly down her torso and he slipped his hand underneath her waistband. He was surprised to touch completely bare skin. "No knickers, eh, love? And you're completely bare." He growled with desire and kissed her again. She grinned mischievously and bit her lip. He inched his hand down further to find her entirely soaked. "Oy, Foster. I've got your revved up quite a bit, do I?"

"That's what you do to me, Cal. That's what you've always done to me," she whispered in response, closing her eyes. He cupped his hand over her wet pussy and dipped a finger into her folds. He slid the finger up to her clit. Reaching her most sensitive spot, he lightly traced his finger around it. She moaned loudly and arched her back. "Uhhh, Cal!"

He rubbed her clit faster, knowing she was already on the brink of exploding. Her breath quickened and her face was flushed. He knew she felt really good just by looking at her face. Sensing his eyes looking at her, Gillian opened her own and made eye contact. The lustful and loving connection was more than she could handle. She moaned loudly as one of the most intense orgasms she had ever felt coursed through her. Her body writing in pleasure urged him onward. He neither slowed nor decreased the pressure of his hand. Before even being able to settle completely from her first orgasm, Cal's persistence launched her into a second one. Her hips bucked wildly as the sensations crashed over her. "Oh…my…God…Callllll!!!" Gillian gasped as her orgasm peaked. Cal then slid his finger down and inserted it inside her, rubbing her clit with his thumb. The feeling of Cal's finger inside her pushed her over the edge for yet another orgasm.

Trembling and breathing heavily, Gillian's body collapsed on the bed with Cal's hand still touching her most sensitive spot. "I have never had multiple orgasms. Ever," Gillian said, gasping for air. "How did you do that?"

"I'm good at what I do, love," Cal said, smirking at his double entendre. "And there's more where that came from."

"Oh, wow. But wait, I think I might need a minute to recuperate, Cal," Gillian admitted.

"I've been waiting for years, love. A minute won't kill me," Cal responded, as he kissed her softly.