She walks in; her clothes fresh and professional, her thoughts on only what she needs to focus on, her posture is perfect and represents confidence. She pushes the glass door of her office open and sets her purse on the white chair the resides across from her cluttered, but organized perfectly desk. She sits down behind the clutter and turns her computer to start her daily routine. Mostly junk filled her email inbox, a few things from Lightman, and one from Alec which she hesitated over for a few seconds, but decided to leave it for later. She knew Cal would be busting in with their next case, so she exited out of the window and tried to clear the thought of it out of her mind, and therefore off her face. In this environment, her face was her worst enemy.
A few moments later, Lightman was in her office, passing judgment at her working space, completely non-verbal of course. He sat down next to her purse as she finished checking her inbox and (not to Lightman's knowledge) mentally getting rid of Alec's presence on her computer screen. She grabbed a Twizzler before turning to Cal to engage in a conversation. Preferably not the conversation she knew she was about to have.
"What's on your mind Foster?" She was not going to get Alec off of her mind, whether Cal was asking about him or not.
"I've got a lot of emails to respond to. It's just a bit overwhelming." She said, not really lying, but not exactly telling the truth either. "Thanks for yours by the way, I didn't know you were so e-card savvy."
"I'm not really, Emily mentioned it was Labor Day, so she fiddled around with it." She nodded in response. "Haven't seen Loker around have you?"
"I haven't been here more the thirty minutes. Although if you're not paying him he can be late if he wants."
"If he's smart he won't be late." He said jumping up and grabbing a Twizzler. He took a bite and threw the remainder out. "How on earth do you eat these sweets all the time?"
"Keeps me young Cal." She poitned out of her glass door. "There's Loker." Who entered.
"Two things, one, I got a call from Princeton Plainsboro hospital up in Jersey who wants us for a case. Two, you didn't just waste a perfectly good Twizzler did you?" He said peeking into the waste bin.
"The both of you have the weirdest taste buds." Foster smiled at both Loker and Lightman, one being a little more sincere than the other. "You didn't accept this case in Jersey did you?"
"Left that up to you." Loker said dropping the file on Foster's desk and leaving her office. Lightman grabbed it before Foster could and began reading. Foster watched his face to see if the file interested him or not.
"Ever been to Jersey Foster?"
The lobby of the hospital was in a rare slumber. There was not more than five people moving around, so the five of them felt a little awkward just walking into the clinic where Dr. Cuddy's office was.
"Ugh I hate sick people." Torres gave Loker a nudge in the ribs. A patient gave them all a dirty look.
"Dr. Lightman!" Called a dark haired woman. "We were supposed to meet you in my office but this is close enough yes?"
"Of course." Foster already knew he was breaking down the situation in his head. They all proceeded into her office, which was much more organized than Foster's, which she noticed. There was a knock on the door. A young slim brunette entered and stared at Foster. After a few seconds, Lightman chimed in. "You two don't know each other do you?"
"Remy?" Foster moved towards her.
"Rem are you coming or not?" A young man said to her but petered out at the end. "No way. Where is Katie, she'd die."
"You're all here?"
"Foster who's the hot chick?" Again Torres nudged Loker in the ribs. The youngest walked up with an annoyed expression across her face.
"Remy and Cole you two suck at the game of leaving." She shook her head and looked to Cuddy. "Can she leave or what?"
"I'm thinking not." Replied Lightman. "Who's with me?"
She finally caught on when she saw Foster. "Aunt Gillian?" The five lie detecting specialists all saw Katie's face light up at the sight of her aunt. But only one knew why.