Title: Purple Potato
Author: victorias7
Rating: K+
Summary: "A very P fic!"
Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to me*
Season: Doesn't really matter
A/N: This fic is brought to you by the letter P and was inspired by keywords from the evil _csiAngel_, and these words are in bold.
Gillian Foster was sitting at her desk with a mini picnic laid out in front of her. There was bread, potato chips, peanut butter, grape jam, sliced turkey, lettuce, apple pie and punch to drink. She couldn't decide where she wanted to start. She finally decided that she would like to eat a peanut butter and jam sandwich first. She methodically spread the peanut butter on the bread and then squeezed some grape jam on top of the peanut butter. More jam than she expected came out, but she decided to just go for it and make a peanut butter and lots of jam sandwich.
Just as she put the sandwich to her mouth and took a gigantic bite, Cal strolled into her office wearing parachute pants a la MC Hammer. Gillian started laughing at his choice of attire and a huge glob of purple jam dribbled down her chin. Cal walked into the room, pushed the vast amounts of food on Gillian's desk into the trash can and said, "Let's get out of here and have some real food."
"I'm not going anywhere with you while you're dressed like that, Cal" Gillian laughed.
"You know we're investigating that pyromaniac and this is how that crowd dresses. I had to fit in."
"Your nose is going to grow like Pinocchio's if you don't admit to liking wearing those crazy pants."
"Well, it's better than wearing the penguin suit that you would have me wear every day!"
"I only love you in a tuxedo because it makes you look sexy, like James Bond. Now go change so we can go get some dinner. I'm starving. And wear a tuxedo." Gillian winked at Cal before he turned to leave.
He came back a few minutes later wearing his usual jeans, dress shirt, and black suit jacket with the red button hole at the top and Gillian grinned at him. She got up and walked around the desk and started kissing his neck while pushing him backwards to her couch ATTHS and then they went to dinner. A girl's gotta have priorities, after all.