I don't own "Lie To Me" or its characters! T_T

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"How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

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Emily Lightman had never asked her father to use his abilities on anyone so when she begged him to, he said he would do it.

"Dad, please! You can't let Mom marry a loser!"

That had been enough to make his protectiveness towards both his daughter and his ex-wife to wake up.

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"Are you sure of what you are doing?"

It was a simple question and asked for an even more simple answer.

"Yes, I am sure of what I am doing."

If that answer had came without a facial expression he would have probably ignored it but there was a look that didn't last for more than ¼ of a second but that had been there long enough for him to consider it an anomaly.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so sure."

There it was. Just the reaction he had been waiting for. The almost invisible content smile covered by fake confusion and surprise.

"Is my wife here or not?"

People can be so bloody predictable. A psychological and emotional attack used as defense.

"I thought you were only getting married tomorrow…"

He raised an eyebrow cynically, hiding the grin that kept fighting to take over since the moment his opponent's face had became blushed and his breathing rhythm had changed.

"That's right."

He didn't need to look up to know who was standing at his office's door.

"What is my beloved ex-husband doing with my husband-to-be?" Zoe asked, leaning against the doorframe and crossing her arms.

"We were just talking about the wedding… Roger was telling me how excited he is about the whole ceremony tomorrow." Cal answered, finally looking up at her as he leaned back on his chair.

Roger simply nodded before walking towards his wife and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Are you ready to go? We have a reservation for 8:00 pm and it's already 7:30…"

"I loved this bonding time... we should definitely do this more often, mate." Cal commented sarcastically, causing Zoe to roll her eyes at him.

"We shall hopefully see you tomorrow." She stood straight again and allowed her body to rest carefully against Roger's.

She really trusted that man but there was something wrong about him. What was he going to do?

"If not sooner." He replied with a cordial nod.

He was left alone with his thoughts – but not for long.

There was a knock on the door and there she was leaning against the doorway just like his ex-wife had been about 30 minutes earlier.

"You wanted to talk to me?" She asked, walking further into his office.

"I always do, luv." He replied humorously. "I was wondering… do you have plans for tomorrow?"

"Besides work, I don't think I have anything else planned." She said as she sat down. "Why do you ask though?" She raised an eyebrow, crossing one leg over the other one.

"You have the day off tomorrow…" He stood up right after turning off his computer. "And you are coming to the wedding with me."

Gillian watched him moving across the room to grab his jacket.

"Tell me you are not talking about Zoe's wedding."

He put it on before turning around to face her.

"I will pick you up at 11 am." He was now standing by her side.

"Don't wear black." He leaned over a bit and kissed her forehead before abandoning the office, leaving her alone there.

Gillian was really disappointed with the situation as he hadn't really given her a chance to answer the invitation properly, meaning that he was sure she wouldn't say no to him.

She actually found the whole thing rather depressing as it made her wonder about what other people thought of her.

Was she the long black coat that is always at the back of the closet ready to be worn when needed?

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"Are you sure of what you are doing?"

It was a simple question and asked for an even more simple answer.

"I have no idea of what you are talking about." She replied, opening the door wider so that he could get inside.

Noticing the look of concern on his face as he walked by her, she sighed.

"Why do I think I shouldn't have opened the door?" She asked, closing it and following his lead towards her living room.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do with your life?"

Yet again a simple question that kept asking for an even more simple answer: yes or no.

"Cal… why are you doing this?"

"I just want to make sure you are fully aware of the step you are taking." He answered calmly, keeping his eyes on hers.

"Oh, hell Cal. Just cut the crap, will you? What have you seen?" Zoe's voice tone grew louder, meaning she was getting irritated.

"I asked him a simple question and he deflected… just like you did when I asked you the exact same one 30 seconds ago." He said matter-of-factly.

The silence that took over the room was everything but comfortable.

"Cal, I am going to ask you to leave… us alone… for the last time." She broke eye contact, meaning she was too exhausted to discuss the situation.

"Luv, I am just worr…"

"Cal, I am getting married again tomorrow. I moved on and I think you should do the same." She added, interrupting him.

"Something is wrong, Zo." He walked towards her, resting one hand over her shoulder.

"I don't want to hear it. I forbid you to use your little tricks with him. I can't afford to lose more people I love because them." Her eyes were now on the floor. "Just be there tomorrow… it will mean a lot to me… and to Emily too… but please, do not interfere."

"I am sure of it. I can't ignore what I see…" He complained, absently letting his hand trace circles over the soft skin of her shoulder.

"Yes you can, Cal." She took a step back and away from him. "And besides, you aren't always right about everything."

It was not that he wasn't expecting that sort of answer from her but the truth was that her words made him think of the day he had left the house late at night to buy a ring and ask her to marry him. He had thought he had seen the right thing… he had thought he had seen her sitting by his side fifty years later, commenting on their grandchildren's photos. But he had been wrong.

"Oh, I do know that, luv."

He planted a kiss upon her forehead and sighed softly.

"See you tomorrow."

He said in half a whisper before making his way down the hall and leaving.

Even though they had gotten divorced a few years back, only now he felt like they had parted for real and for life.

Stealing one last glance of the house, he put his hands on his jacket's pockets and started walking away.

If he was going to keep his mouth shut? Of course.

As it was time for renewal; as it was time to move on.

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Now that was quick, huh?

Did you miss me? LOL.

Anyway, this is the introduction to my second story.

I hope you like it.

It's going to be a little different.

Anyway, must run now before I start having second thoughts about not writing a second chapter tonight!

Thank you for reading!

R&R if you feel like it!

Love,

Reesa.