A/N: I don't really know where exactly this will go... but recently I've read a lot of stories where like... Cal er Gill gets hurt and the other watches over them and they end up sleeping together... and I feel like thats EXTREMELY out of character. So this is my attempt to make it more in character. Shall we have a go?

"Cal, please," she begged, folding her hands in front of him.

"I'd really prefer that we didn't..." he mumbled, scrunching his face up.

She took a deep breath and hid her face behind her hands, calming herself. "Cal. Please. I really want to do this."

"But... Gill..." he complained, shaking his head.

"It'll be fun!"

"I'm not into that kind of thing."

"Please," Gillian pleaded, jutting her lower lip out.

Cal stared at her, feeling himself slowly let in. "That's not fair. Don't do that."

"Don't do what?" she asked, flashing a cute smile.

"No..." He wagged his finger in front of her and laughed. "You can't do that. Ah, ah, ahhh. Stop right now."

"I'm done doing anything," she said, smiling up at him innocently.

"Stop that!"

"Please, Cal?"

"I'm not soft like that... It'll never work." He smiled triumphantly and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on the edge of his desk.

She stepped towards him and rubbed her hand up and down his bicep. "Cal..." she said sensibly.

As the shivers went through his body, he pulled away and smiled angrily. "Stop it, Gill."

"I really don't know what you're talking about." She held the sleeve of his shirt between her thumb and index finger and continued to play with it.

He slipped away from her and shook his head. "No," he said firmly.

She slouched and bit her lip. "Alright..." she whispered, showing him the deep sadness.

"Really, Gill?" he asked.

"I just really wanted this... you're not even giving it a chance..." she mumbled.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Fine! We can have your stupid picnic thing!"

She flashed an excited smile and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Thank you!"

"Holy crap, you're just like Emily..." he whispered. "I'm such a softy."

"Deep down, Cal... Yes, you are. And I love that about you."

"I hate that about me."

She scrunched her face up and he stared at the adorable expression. "Thank you," she whispered genuinely.

"Alright... Go... plan er whatever." He waved to the door and sighed heavily, walking around his desk.

.:.

"So... Gill decided it would be brilliant to plan a-"

"A picnic? At the park! Yes!"

"Dammit, I should have known that you were part of this." He stared at her boredly and threw his hands in the air. "I'm surrounded by manipulators!"

"It'll be fun, dad." Emily smiled and nodded. "When is it?"

"Um... this weekend or something."

Emily raised her eyebrows and said, "Well... I think I'm gonna go do... homework or something."

"Whoa." He grabbed her forearm and dragged her back. "What were you just thinking about there?" He pointed to her face as an indicator.

"Nothing. I'm just excited."

"That's a lie."

"You're not supposed to be reading me."

"Aw, too late. What are you hiding?"

"Nothing..."

"You're still lying to me."

"We're gonna... play something.'

"Play what?"

"Soccer and Gill's gonna make you!" she spat out quickly.

His lips curled into a smile and he chuckled. "Oh. I see. Go do some homework."

Rolling her eyes, she jogged upstairs.

.:.

Cal had already awkwardly sat at the picnic table, refusing to do anything but sit there and eat.

Gillian tried to get him to go and walk in the creek with her and Emily, but he wasn't having it. She'd already used him and he felt vulnerable now, which was - granted - very naive.

"Cal. We're playing soccer and you must come and lay with us."

"I'd rather not. I'm feeling tired..." he lied, not even attempting to make it sound real.

"I'm gonna make you," she said simply.

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see that."

"Um... We'll... uh..."

"Yeah that's-"

"Tickle you," Emily offered.

"You're gonna tickle me?" Cal asked, laughing loudly.

Emily smiled. "Yeah. I know where you're ticklish. Should I tell Gill?"

"No," he said suddenly, standing up.

The girls laughed and took both of his hands. "Come on, soccer!" Gillian exclaimed. She then leaned back to Emily and said, "You'll have to tell me that later."

"Definitely," Emily said, nodding.

Cal stopped and looked at Emily. "If I'm playing soccer then you cannot tell her."

"Well... you so openly expressed the fact that you don't want anyone to know... Now I gotta know."

"No. That's a lie. Em, if you tell her... I'm gonna be angry."

Emily stared at him and shrugged. "Alright... I won't tell her..." She then added under her breath, 'in the next hour...'

Cal gave her a warning look, seriously concerned about Gillian knowing that information.

"What am I? I don't know the... soccer places," Cal mumbled.

"Be defense," Emily said, placing him in front of Ana, who was in goal. (It was an office picnic.)

"What do I do?"

"Don't let the ball make it to me," Ana informed him.

He shrugged and stood there. "Is anyone else being defense with me?"

"I dunno dad... look beside you."

Cal looked to his right and then realized that he was at the far right of the feild. He looked to his left. Loker. "Really?" he asked.

"Thanks..." Eli mumbled.

"Well, you're skinny. You can't do anything..."

"I have long legs... I can ran faster and farther than you," he bragged.

The ball was kicked down the feild by somebody and Eli and Cal both ran after it and - while running at full speed - crashing right into eachother.

Loker bounced back, holding his nose, but Cal fell to the ground and distorted his face with a yell. He clutched his knee and groaned. "Dammit!" he yelled angrily.

At first, Gillian thought he was faking it to get out of the game, but his face turned red and he sounded genuinely hurt. She ran over along with Emily and everyone else pretty much.

"Move your hand, Cal," she ordered, trying to get a look at his knee.

"Oh... God!" he yelled, rolling over slightly. "No... I'm fine." He winced and used his good leg to stand up. He started to take a step but grunted and fell right back to the ground. "Dear, God..." he whispered, giving Gillian scared look.

"Does it hurt?" Emily asked.

"No, Em... I'm just sitting her making pained noises because I feel like," he spat out angrily.

Emily backed away and asked, "Should we take him to the hospital?"

"No! I'm fine!" Cal insisted. "Just... help me up."

Gillian grabbed one arm and Eli grabbed the other. They both pulled him up and he took a step and crumbled onto Gillian. "Dammit," he hissed, closing his eyes in immense pain.

"I need to take a look at your knee."

He bit his lip, almost drawing blood as Gillian gingerly pulled his jeans up his leg. "Oh my goodness!" she said, showing disgust on her face.

"What?" He tried to lean down and see it, but it hurt too much.

"Cal... you must... have broken the bone or something."

'I knew you should be drinking more milk," Emily threw in.

Cal shot her an angry look and looked at Gillian. "Is it bad?"

"It's all..." She scrunched up her face and stood up, walking away from the site.

"Holy shit! Someone needs to tell me what the hell is wrong with my leg!"

"Um..." Loker pulled out his phone, took a picture, and then handed the phone to Cal.

"Oh, dear God," Cal whispered, his face distorting as he looked at the picture

His knee was looking disformed and out of place and already getting all purple.

"Touch it, Gill," he said, looking at her.

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"So I can know if it hurts or not..."

"Of course it's gonna hurt!"

"Loker, touch it."

Eli kicked Cal's knee, earning him a loud yell and grunt. "Dammit! I didn't tell you to... kick it!"

Gillian looked up at Ana. "Call an ambulance."

"No... we can drive there," Cal said with a shrug.

"Do you really want someone carrying you to a car? Because you obviously can't walk. And if it's broken as badly as it looks, then you shouldn't be walking on it anyway."

He sighed heavily and waved his hand at Ana. "Whatever... Call..."

She smiled and walked away, dialing three numbers.

Gillian couldn't help but let her eyes wander to his mutated knee. "My goodness, Cal... What the hell happened?"

"I dunno... ask Loker, here!"

Eli shrugged. "I just bumped my nose. And... my thigh sorta hurt..."

"Your thigh?" Emily asked.

"What does that have to do something with him?"

"Well..." Gillian cut in. "You two were both running as fast as you could... right into eachother. So... you kneed him, hurt you knee once and then slammed your knee onto the ground... hence the mud all over your jeans."

Cal hadn't noticed mud on his jeans. There it was. Right there.

Cal readjusted himself on the itchy grass and Gillian laid her hand on his thigh right above his injured knee. He immediately stopped moving and looked over at her. "What?"

"Stop moving... You're gonna make it worse."

"I don't think it can get much - Ah!" he yelled, now completely stopping. Even with her hand dangerously high on his leg, he continued to move and had really messed up this time.

Gillian gripped his leg, terrified of what may have happened.

Loker gagged slightly and turned away covering his mouth.

"What happened?" Cal asked, his voice high and scared.

"Um..." It was just Torres standing there beside the sitting Cal and Gillian.

"What happened?" Gill asked.

"Uh..."

"Tell us..."

She bit her lip, looking away from his leg. "It's really gross."

"What happened?" Cal asked through gritted teeth.

"Well, it looks like... the bone has maybe cut through the skin?" she guessed.

Gillian covered her mouth and closed her eyes.

Cal stared at her hand that was still tightly gripping his thigh. He looked at Loker who was standing far away but still looking uncomfortably.

"Bloody hell, this hurts," Cal moaned, leaning back on his arms and clenching his jaw.

"I'm sorry..." Gillian whispered, finally realizing her hand on his leg and pulling it away.

"For what, love?" he asked.

She could hear the pain in his voice. She didn't like it at all. "Emily and I made you play soccer..."

"Nah... Don't blame yourself for this..." He shook his head and looked over at her. "It's alright. I'm sure... Loker and I woulda ran into eachother in the office and it woulda happened anyway."

She laughed at his attempt to save her from guilt. "Yeah, right."

"The ambulance!" Eli announced, pointing to the large truck in the distance.

Cal looked back and then looked at Gillian. "This'll be interesting."

A/N: So this is a really long chapter... longer than expected but I wanted to get everything into the first chapter. What do you think so far?