Lie to me
Hey everyone! This story you are about to read is about Gillian having a bad day and someone *cough Cal cough* makes it up to her. Is Callian all the way with Emily thrown in there too. Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I don't own lie to me.
Bad Day
Chapter 1- Bad day
Gillian Foster, incredible psychologist and scientist of the face expressions, woke up and new that something was off. She scanned her room and everything look the same. She frowned and then looked to the clock that was blinking 12:00 at her. She frowned.
12:00? But it's light? Gillian thought and she reached for her phone. She looked at it and gasped. Her phone clock read 9:30.
"I'm late," Gillian cried. She jumped out of bed, throwing the sheets in a mess and stumbled to her wardrobe. She threw the sliding door opened and it stopped with an almighty bang. She cringed but had no time to worry about what damage she may of done. She quickly scanned her clothes and pulled out a knee length black skirt and a white button up shirt that hugged her body. Quickly she button it up and slipped the skirt up her thighs and zipped it up.
She gasped in shock as she heard a faint clink and her hand went flying up, nearly hitting her in the face. She looked down and groaned. The zip on her skirt was broken and all her other skirts were drying. She hurried to the bathroom and searched for a safety pin. She found one and threaded it through her skirt to hold it together. After stabbing herself she managed to fasten it and her skirt held. Still dashing around she slipped on a pair of black heels and hurried to the bathroom.
She grabbed her brush and ran a brush through her hair. She was thankful that she had showered the night before but for some reason her hair would not agree with her.
It would not sit straight like she had intended bust instead it was fluffy and scruffy looking. Growling softly she did the best she could. The loud shrill of her phone stopped her failing attempts to tame her hair so she abandoned it and hurried to her phone.
"Hello?" She answered grabbing her purse and keys and hurrying out of the room. She went straight past the kitchen, having not enough time for breakfast.
"Hello luv, everything OK?" Cal Lightman's English accents floated into her ear. A smile graced her lips.
"I'm fine Cal," Gillian answered opening her front door.
"Well I had to check coz you're not here luv," Cal said and Gillian detected a slight tone of concern.
"My clock broke so the alarm didn't go off. I'm on my way now," Gillian said, opening her. She chucked her bag in the passenger seat and clutched the phone to her ear.
"Drive carefully," Cal said and Gillian smiled. She stuck the key in and turned.
"I will. See you soon," Gillian said and she hung up. She tossed her phone on the seat as the car sputtered and choked. Gillian turned the key again.
"No, no, no don't do this to me," Gillian moaned. She tried again and again but each time it died.
She huffed in frustration.
"This is not my day," She moaned loudly and grabbed her purse and phone. She slammed the car door shut and headed back inside.
She dialled the number of a cab service and asked for to get her. They said they would be there in ten minuets. Half an hour later Gillian was in the back seat of a cab heading to the office. The cab driver over charged her and she left feeling angry and stormed towards the building. Her phone gave an sharp shrill and she answered again.
"Where are you luv?" Cal asked.
"I'm in the elevator, I'll be in soon," Gillian said and she hung up. She ran her finger through her fluffy hair in agitation. The door opened and Gillian strode into the building.
She found Cal waiting for her and he fell into step with her.
He looked her up and down and saw the anger and frustration clear on her face.
"Don't read me Cal," Gillian said in annoyance as they walked into her office. She put her bag on the floor and turned to him.
"What do we have?" she asked getting straight to the point. Cal stared at her another moment and then launched into their latest case.
"We have a theft case that Loker and Torres have begun. I'm heading out with Torres to interview and the cops sent over some footage that Loker has begun to analyse," Cal said.
"OK, I'll help him with that," Gillian said , brushing a loose strand of hair from her face.
"OK, we still on for lunch?" Cal asked, cocking his head to one side and walking backwards to the door. Gillian's empty stomach rumbled. She grinned and nodded. Cal smiled and walked out. Gillian collected herself before she headed to the viewing room to find Loker.
"OK, Loker, what have we got?" Gillian asked, striding into the room. Loker turned and greeted her before telling her the same as Cal had.
Gillian sat down on the empty seat and the sound ripping fabric silence the room. Gillian let her head fall back and groaned. The safety pin had ripped the fabric of her skirt. Loker looked surprised and then grin.
"Loker, get me another safety pin, please," Gillian said tiredly. The look on her face made Loker keep his mouth shut and refrain from speaking. He found her one and she worked on keeping her skirt together.
She motioned with her hand to Loker to play the video. They watched it over and over again, trying to pick any small details and do voice analysis on some of the dialog by the time Cal got back. It had been a few hours and they had gone over every square inch of the tape. Gillian and Loker stood up with their notes in hand and headed out of the room.
"We will check with Cal and Torres to see if any of the suspects fits what we saw on the tapes," Gillian said, pushing the door open.
"And if they don't?' Loker asked.
"Then we keep- OH!" Gillian started but gasped when she ran into Heidi. This would have been fine if Heidi wasn't carrying a cup full of hot coffee. Gillian gasped as the hot coffee drenched the front of her shirt. Gillian hunched and desperately patted the front of her shirt, finger dripping with coffee.
"Doctor Foster, I'm so sorry," Heidi cried, eyes wide with surprise and apology. At this point Loker was looking lost, not sure what to do, Torres and Cal had returned and saw the whole thing and Gillian was trying to wipe away the coffee from her white shirt which was now stained.
"It's fine, it's fine," Gillian assured the assistant, holding her shirt away from her chest.
"I'm so sorry," Heidi said, biting her lip. Gillian smiled at to let her know it's OK and looked up to see Cal's amused expression. She glared at him and turned and headed to the bathroom. Making she was alone she shed her shirt off and grabbed some paper towel. She dapped the towel down her chest and across her breasts to get rid of the coffee. She sighed once she had done that and looked to her shirt. It was ruined.
She grabbed some more paper towel and ran it under some warm water. She then attempted to clean the coffee off. After half an hour of trying to clean her shirt a small knock on the door sounded and Torres popped her head in.
"Can I come in?' Torres asked.
"Of course," Gillian said and Torres came in. Her eyes quickly scanned her body. The top of her chest was red and Torres was sure that she had been burnt.
"I brought you some cream to rub on your burns," Torres said. Gillian smiled gratefully and took the cream and gently applied it to her chest.
"Lightman also sent me out to get you a new shirt," Torres said and handed over a bran new white button up shirt.
Gillian grinned, a twinkle in her eyes and put the new shirt on. It fitted perfectly and she thanked Torres. Torres smiled and was glad to see Gillian smiling again. When Gillian was dressed again they two women headed out. The coffee spill had been cleaned up and Heidi was nowhere to be seen. Gillian sighed, Heidi would avoid her now for the rest of the day. Cal was heading towards them. When he reached them Torres disappeared and left the two alone. Cal eyes skimmed Gillian up and down and a smirked.
"I like the shirt," Cal said. Gillian smiled.
"Thank you," Gillian said, touching his arm briefly. The two were interrupted by Loker coming towards them holding a file. They looked to him and he looked between the two of them.
"Am I interrupting?" Loker asked, eyebrows raised.
"What do you want?" Cal asked, annoyed.
"Torres and I ran through the interviews of the suspects but none of them matched what Foster and I saw but on the tape I caught a glimpse of officer that claimed to be on duty that night. There was a micro expression of fear on his face," Loker explained. Gillian looked to Cal, a silent communication going on between the two.
"Good work Loker. You and Foster go interview him, see if you can get anything from him," Cal said.
"Let me grab my purse," Gillian said and she left the two of them. Cal watched her walk away before turning his attention back on Loker.
"Do you need a invitation. Get going," Cal said. Loker rolled his eyes but left none the less. Cal allowed a small grin before heading to his office.
Loker and Gillian headed out together to interview the man.
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