Hey Guys! This is my first fanfic and I hope I do a great job. Enjoii!
He walked into his office door, only to be welcomed by the silence of it. Sighing, he slumped down on his chair and picked up a note. So working at the Pentagon wasn't the best thing on earth he had done but this threat wasn't a joke either. One of the bosses he'd worked for had placed it neatly on his desk and walked out. He had got it yestarday morning and wasn't planning on telling anyone about it. Especially not Gillian. He tried to get it off his mind and placed it on some papers nearby.
'Gillian would probably at home still…I mean its only 6 in the morning' He thought. Then added, 'with that damned Alec.' He wanted so much to be her knight in shining armor and save her from all the troubles and lend her a shoulder to cry on. But that wasn't gunna happen. He knew they were just partners and thought about that bloody line they drew.
He was working, or trying work, when suddenly his room burst with like and he shut he eyes at the sudden blindness.
"Bloody hell…" He trailer off, seeing Gillian standing there, her arms folded. She looked beautiful with her grey dress on. He quickly shook that out of his mind.
"You know, most people turn on the lights before they start working." She said in her Foster like tone. She walked by and sat in the chair opposite of his desk and stared at him.
Still squinting, Cal replied. "I didn't think of that." He smiled. "What are you doing here this early, luv?"
She shrugged and leaned forward a bit. "I couldn't sleep so I just decided to get some paperwork done." She smiled and picked up some papers from Cal's desk and started to look through them.
He knew it was a lie. She hadn't come here for paperwork. But instead of asking her what the truth was, he just ignored it, thinking it was none of his business "Alright then." He handed her a handful of papers near his desk. "Have fun. And call if you need anything Foster." He gave her one last smile before her disappeared from his office.
Gillian frowned while going through the papers. She'd been doing this for about an hour now. Cal said he'd stepped out to get to a meeting. She sighed and moved some of the papers but she stopped when she saw a post it note stuck on the papers.
'Remember what I said Lightman. If you don't come then we'll just have to get to Gillian. And you wouldn't want to have that would you? Be at the park near Kenny's at 12 P.M. sharp.'
Gillian put down the note with surprise and shock written all over her face. Along with the immense fear for Cal. 'He is not going there.' She thought. 'and certainly not at night.' She got up and almost ran to Cal's office. Then remembered he went to a meeting. She tried calling, but saw his phone buzzing on his desk. Sighing she went over and picked it up. On the screen it flashed 'Germone Johnson.'
"I know that name from somewhere." She thought aloud. Then it hit her. Geromone Johnson, age 43, director of a field back at the Pentagon. She recorded in her memory. Was he the one who sent Cal the letter? She answered the text.
'Just a reminder to come at 12. Her life depends on this Lighman.'
It was him. She gasped. What was Cal doing with that man again? She set the phone back on the desk and decided to confront Cal later.