_ [This is my first fanfiction about Lie to me. I'm not bilingual then maybe this is not really good to readbut give me your impressions. ;) Good reading!] _
REGRETS
The Dr Lightman was in his office, adjusting some details about a case resolved in a short time. It was a case in a mechanical factory, an employee had an accident but the circumstances of the accident were somewhat blurred. Cal's talent and his familiar provocation made a formality of the investigation.
This is on this survey, however banal, that Cal and Gillian saw their friendly relationship deteriorate. Indeed, Gillian wanted this case to be submitted to Locker and Torres but, in its contradiction worthy of a teenager, Cal had preferred to take the case. Cal's methods started to weigh on Gillian's morale. He was taking too many risks for the truth and she had no doubt that the troubles would make an appearance soon if it was occuring too often. Cal, on the case, had interviewed the injured worker from his hospital bed. He was in bad shape, weak and the doctor had been insisting that the visit be calm and brief. Cal made his own way, provoking the worker so that he confesses his deliberate act, while Gillian was raising her voice to cease interrogation. The tone was so mounted between them that two nurses had come to remove them from the room. The dispute has ended at the hospital when Gillian refused to get into the car and preferred to take a taxi.
It was 7:15pm, the building was empty, Cal was still in his office when Gillian appeared in the group Lightman. She went straight to his office. Cal got up at once to join her:
"Hey ..." Cal had spent the lead in the opening of the door.
"Hi ..." Gillian was sitting at his desk and looked at Cal, her eyes full of sadness.
"What happens Honey?"
"…"
"Listen, I know it affects you when we argue and I do not want to see those eyes every time..."
"No!" Gillian had stopped Cal. "I can over Cal! I can not stand. All these arguments, always break the rules and the pleasure you take it too! No matter what I tell you, you listen nothing, I am tired of having the label of the mother who choke you!"
"... " Cal looked at her and nothing came to his mind for defense. He knew she was right and there was nothing wrong with that.
"I'm leaving."
"Very well. Take a few days off and we'll talk of it all, quiet, with a good meal that I will concoct to you."
"No Cal, I'm leaving. I'm leaving for good. At least as a partner. If you are looking for a friend she will be home."
"You're not serious Gil?"
"You see the expression on my face, you know very well that I'm serious ... I'm staying a little bit tonight to finish 2 reports not updated. I will come tomorrow for my stuff. I will table the keys in the mailbox of the group once I have taken all my stuff."
A silence between sat them for a while, they exchanged a look of regret.
"Ok As you wish. Bye Darling." He turned and went really bothered by the departure of Gillian. Not because he lost a partner but because he knew he was about to lose a friend, her friend.
Gillian was sitting at her desk, she wrote what appeared to be a letter. She put a signature and folded the paper in half. She rose, put his bag on his shoulder, took a box placed on a corner of the office where some stuff was intermingled and didn't forgot the letter. She turned off the light and went to the office of Cal. She broke free of the carton by placing it on the couch and walked toward the office where she filed the letter when she heard a noise in the next room. She made only 2 steps before a man exited of the room, flashlight in hand. Gillian froze, dropping his bag on the ground, while the man took out a knife from his pocket and walked toward her.
"You should not be here!"
Gillian wanted to run and turned. She felt the man grab her hand and a severe pain in her back. With a sudden movement the man drew her toward him and stabbed her again in the abdomen. Gillian collapsed immediately.
"Hurry to find what you're looking for! We're going to get caught!"
"It's good, I have it!" said a second man who was exiting the little room. When his eyes fell on Gillian we could read the terror on his face. "But what you got screwed?"
"Nothing! We gives off!"
Everything was becoming blurry for Gillian. She was there on the ground, his body smeared with blood, her breathing was difficult and her body trembled. In an effort that seemed superhuman, she reached out to meet her bag. She stood on the side and managed to root out his phone. She put it on the ground, and with a hand, press keys in a mechanical way. The tone was heard. On the line, he picked up:
"Hello"
"Cal... Help... help me..."
"Gillian? What happens? Gillian?"
"Cal... I'm dying..."
"Gillian! Gillian!"
"..."
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