"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" Cal screamed at Gillian.
"I am trying to help you!" She yelled back, following him down the hall.
"I can take care of myself, thank you very much." He started to slam the door, but she threw up a hand to stop him.
"You need to let us help you!"
"I am perfectly fine!"
"You need to see a doctor! You are limping!"
"I. Am. Fine!" He yelled, limping over to his desk.
"It is just going to spread faster!" She warned him.
"I don't give a fuck!" He yelled, his veins showing in his neck.
"Why are you so mean?" She asked madly.
"Why can't you ever just mind your own bloody business? You meddle!" He yelled.
"You know what?" She asked.
"What?" He spat at her.
"I hope that you DO die!" She yelled.
He stopped where he was and stared at her, "What...?" He whispered.
"I hate working with you and all you ever do is put me down! I hope that you die so I can finally be over with all the sadness and frustration you cause me!" She screamed, her face red.
He stared at her and felt the throbbing return to his knee, "Gill!" He yelled madly. Why would she say that?
"No. I hate you." She hissed madly before she walked out and slammed the door shut.
10 Days Earlier
"What do you mean that flight left two days ago?" Cal asked impatiently, "I am an hour early!"
"Sir, it is the 15th today."
"That's bollocks! It's the 13th!" He yelled madly.
"Please calm down. It is not, we can schedule another flight, but you are two days late." The man at the counter said with a shrug.
Cal took a deep breath and yanked out his phone.
"Where are you Cal? We were there to pick you up on Tuesday." Gillian sad a little worried.
"It IS Tuesday!" Cal exclaimed madly.
"No... it's Thursday, Cal." Gillian whispered.
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Cal asked.
"Cal... what is going on? Why didn't you take that flight?" She asked.
"I am trying to get it now! It is NOT Thursday the 15th! It's Tuesday the 13th!"
"Cal, no it is not. You probably just lost track of time or something. Schedule another flight and call me when you get the landing time." Gillian said calming in a reassuring tone.
He sighed and nodded, "Alright." He whispered.
Cal rolled his bags over to a bench and sat down. He rested his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, searching for what had happened in the last two days. How did he miss them?
The Airport
Gillian smiled and took one of Cal's bag, "What happened?" She asked in a sweet voice.
He sighed, "I dunno love. I went to bed and apparently woke up two days later." He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.
"Whatever, it's over now. How was the trip? The conference?" She asked with a small smile.
He returned the smile and got into her car, "It was the usual boring shit. Nothing really interested me. I did do a little... nevermind." He gave her a mischief filled smile.
She stared at him and rolled her eyes, "You played." She said as more of a statement, rather than a question.
"I got money though." He said, his smile growing.
"Cal, you have a problem." She whispered.
"Nah, love. I'm just good at poker." He chuckled.
"Who let you go to Vegas alone?" She asked impatiently.
"Reynolds... I now remember why I hired that man." Cal said with a small chuckle.
"You are never going back there again." She hissed.
"Alright, mother. Calm down. You can come with me next time."
"There won't be a next time." She said in a motherly voice.
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night." He chuckled and winced.
"What's wrong?"
"Ow... just... a pain in my head."
"I think those are called headaches." Gillian said with a small laugh.
He glared at her and held his head, leaning forward in the car, "Wow..." He gasped.
"Are you alright?"
He cleared his throat and sat up, closing his eyes, "Yeah... I'm okay." He whispered.
She sighed and looked over at him, "How did you manage to lose two days while you were in Vegas?"
"I don't know." He said with a shrug.
She stared at the road and laughed, "Too much poker perhaps?"
"Naw, I didn't play very much love." He said, "I got a shit load of money though." He whispered.
"A shit load?" She asked, the words sour on her tongue.
"Yep..."
"How much?" She asked impatiently.
"Four million."
"CAL!" She screamed madly, "Do you KNOW how illegal that is?" She was quickly glancing between him and the road.
"Eh." He said with a shrug, "We could you the money."
"Cal!" She yelled again, "What if someone gets all mad and comes to get you? What if they know that you were cheating?" She yelled madly, "What if they try to get revenge?"
"Oh please. When did you start using 'what ifs' so much?" He laughed and dug a hand into his pocket, "I got you a present."
She laughed madly and looked to him, "Really?"
"Really." He pulled out a small bag and his smile grew from ear to ear, "It is a 2,000 dollar chocolate bar. Enjoy it." He laughed and set it on the dashboard.
"When the hell would it be necessary for a chocolate bar to be 2,000 dollars?" She asked, furrowing her brow.
He stared at her and shrugged, "I dunno, but I thought of you. It better be bloody to die for. Better than sex." He mumbled.
She laughed and smiled at him, "Oh I'm sure that it is."
The Lightman Group
"What the hell happened Lightman?" Ben asked impatiently.
"Yeah, we don't exactly know." Cal said with a shrug.
Ben shook his head and looked at his watch, "10 minutes late."
"Eh."
"Oh wait no... 10 minutes and TWO DAYS late! How do you just lose two days?"
"I have no bloody clue and I am done being asked that... ok?" Cal yelled at him.
Ben nodded and walked away.
"Bloody hell, that man sometimes. Where is Emily?"
"She went back to Zoe when you weren't here."
Cal scrunched up his face and sighed, "There it is again. I'm feeling dizzy." He whispered, "I'm gonna go lie down." He walked into his office and collapsed onto his couch.
The Lab
"Aw shit... this is bad... very bad." Loker whispered, staring up at the screen.
"Who wants to tell Gill and who wants to tell Lightman?" Ben asked.
"I'm not telling Lightman." Ria whispered.
"Alright, you go tell Gill and then I will tell Cal." Ben said, walking out of the lab.
"How do I tell her this?" Torres asked Loker.
He shrugged and played with a pen, "I dunno... just say hey... blah blah blah. And then she will freak out and run to Cal and see if he knows yet or she will pretend like it didn't faze her and we will both know that she wants to cry. I don't know. Just wing it." He gave her a reassuring smile and spun around to look up at the mixed up picture on the screen.
"Alright..." Torres whispered, following Ben's path out. "Try to clear that picture up." She said to Loker.
"Yeah, I'll do what I can, tell her before she gets pissed for not being filled in." He said with a small chuckle
What did my lovely readers think? Next chapter you find out what the problem is and WHO is in danger. I guess that's a bit of a spoiler but oh well :P