The usual disclaimer.They aren't mine..

A/N:
This is set during & Post- The Whole Truth.
I've take creative liberties obviously and lets just pretend the end of that ep never happened :P
It's rated T- for now. However it may turn M. You've been warned!
Thanks to the usual peeps :) Love ya!
(All errors are my own)

1. Revelations

He pressed her against the wall and grinned as he heard the distinct sound of her heels moving towards them. Cal immediately felt the penetrating stare of Gillian and Damien on him and Clara That had been the plan. They had wanted to gage Damien's reaction as Gillian and he 'accidentally' interrupted their little make out session; all in the name of scientific research of course.

'Right on schedule.' Cal smirked. He slowly turned his head when he heard a loud gasp beside him and caught expression on the man's face. 'Scorned lover my ass,' he mused silently.

He tilted his head in Gillian's direction, and was caught off guard by what he saw. He hadn't been prepared for the fleeting emotions that had flickered across her features, as she stumbled momentarily before fixing her mask back in place. Cal had seen the way her eyes had widened in surprise, the way her perfect lips parted slightly in shock before she clenched her jaw. He watched as a wave of jealousy passed over her delicate features. It wasn't until he held her gaze he had seen it; his heart beat violently in his chest.

Gillian Foster was aroused.

Cal watched as she tried to conceal it. To anyone else she was simply surprised, playing her part. But to him, her eyes had given her away. He noted her dilated pupils, the slight blush that had painted her cheeks.

He grinned impishly at her as he caught her gaze before she ducked her head and moved swiftly down the corridor in pursuit of Damien. 'He was definitely going to investigate that look further,' he thought smugly, as a slight smirk pulled at the corners of his lips

Gillian shifted uncomfortably on the couch. This wasn't exactly where she wanted to be right now.

To her left sat Clara and Zoe. She glanced to her right and caught Cal grinning down at her. She rolled her eyes dismissively at him, and turned her attention back to Clara. She sat silently and listened as Clara spoke. She couldn't help feel sorry for the poor woman. She genuinely loved her late husband.

Gillian almost choked when Clara confessed the secret that she had been hiding, was in fact a disk that contained a recording of a threesome, which she had arranged as a gift for her husband on his birthday. She concealed her shock quickly and hoped that they hadn't noticed. She was by far a prude. She just couldn't imagine a respectable sixty year-old man in that sort of situation, with women half his age, nor did she want to.

She ducked her head slightly as she was suddenly assaulted by a particular, vivid memory from back in her college days; a memory she hadn't thought about in years. Sighing softly, she cursed her fair complexion feeling her face warm, as a faint blush crept its way across her porcelain skin. She felt Cal's eyes on her instantly, but refused to turn and met his gaze. Instead, she tried to focus her attention on the conversation in front of her.

Nervously, Gillian ran a hand up the side of her neck as Clara turned to her expectantly. She offered the woman a look of condolence as she tried to offer her some sort of reassurance. Cal tossed a lewd comment about and she hadn't missed Zoe's bewildered look. She was sure her own expression would have been similar had she been paying attention, however she had been distracted by her own thoughts. She looked up and shook her head disapprovingly.

'Cal seemed to be enjoying this new development a little bit too much', she mused silently.

"Just leave the blackmail tape on the table, love," he told Clara and tilted his head in Gillian's direction. "Foster and I will go over it a little later." He grinned as his eyes danced with amusement as all three women turned and looked at him disapprovingly. He watched as Gillian's head snapped to meet his gaze, her eyes wide with surprise.

"Won't we, darling?" Cal smirked as his tongue snaked out to moisten his lips. He did little to hide his enjoyment as he watched her squirm uncomfortably for a moment.

"Cal, is that really necessary?" Gillian asked, her voice slightly elevated.

"Won't know until we've watched it now, will we?" he replied coyly. "We'll be sure to keep it confidential," he told Zoe and Clara as they headed towards the door.

He moved towards Gillian as she rose from the couch, coming to stand directly behind her. Dropping his head beside her ear, he lowered his voice as not to draw attention to them. "Don't worry, love. Nothing you haven't seen before," he whispered suggestively. He watched as she stiffened, her breath catching in her throat as she dropped her gaze to the floor.

"Aye, aye, darling." He growled lowly.

Gillian felt a slight pressure at the small of her back, and instantly knew Cal was trying to push her buttons. She shook her head lightly and moved away from him, shooting him an exasperated look as she escorted Clara and Zoe out of his office.

"What?" he grinned sheepishly back at her. He let his eyes linger on her backside as he watched her exit the room. He waited a moment before he walked. Leaning against the door frame he watched as they slowly made their way down the hall.

"Oi! Foster! Make sure you come right back, eh love? We've got a long night ahead of us," he called out after her He saw the way her steps faltered momentarily, heard Zoe's disgruntled sigh and saw Clara's amused smile

"How in God's name can you work with him? I'm amazed you've stuck by him this long." Cal could hear the jealousy in Zoe's tone as she spoke.

"You know what Cal's like," Gillian replied softly.

"So are you and he...?" Clara asked as she waved her hands in Cal's direction then back to Gillian.

"What? Oh no. We're partners," Gillian replied stumbling slightly as she tried to avoid Zoe's gaze.

"You mean you two have never...?" Clara replied somewhat astounded by Gillian's response.

Cal watched as they slowed to a stop just before the corner. Saw the way Zoe eyes bore into Gillian as she waited for her to respond.

Clara looked to Zoe, then to Gillian. "Oh God I'm sorry. I shouldn't have," she apologized quickly.

"No it's all right, Clara," Zoe assured her client. "Gillian's free to answer whenever she likes," she told her, amused at Gillian's discomfort.

Gillian looked at Zoe shaking her head slightly. "Zoe, you know the answer to that already." She spoke softly. 'How in the world had they gotten on to this, of all subjects,' she wondered slightly confused.

"Well Clara doesn't, and I wouldn't mind hearing it from you rather than my ex-husband," Zoe spat bitterly.

Gillian turned, looked back over her shoulder and found Cal watching them a smug grin on his face. She was going to kill him, she decided before turning to Clara and straightening her posture. "No, Cal and I have never been intimate," she replied.

Cal watched as Zoe rolled her eyes and let out an indigent laugh.

"Oh Gillian. You and I both know that there are more ways to be intimate with another woman's husband then by sleeping with them," she replied snidely.

Gillian stood in shock as she watched Zoe turn to an awkward looking Clara and lead her out of the building.

Cal couldn't make out what else was said, however he saw the snarl on Zoe's face, the way Gillian had gone rigid, dropping her gaze to the floor. He turned back to his office, making a mental note to ask Gillian what that was all about before the nights end.

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