So this idea came to me while listening to No Light, No Light by Florence + the Machine for the umpteenth time. I had a feeling if I listened to that song enough, a Callian fic would eventually come out of it somehow. So here it is, or at least an intro. I'm truly relying on reader feedback to determine whether I'll bother continuing this. Thanks to Nonnie88 for encouraging me to continue after I sent her the first half or so. :)

And so here we go...


"Gill. Please. Don't…"

She could hear the panic in his voice and it made her heart break, but she couldn't do this anymore. Her heart was already too broken to continue the way they'd been doing the past few years.

"Don't what, Cal? It's not me who's leaving. You left me a long time ago. You know that right? YOU left ME, over and over again. For Clara. For the jewel thief. For Wallowski." She spat out the last name with such disgust. "You first left me a long time ago, so you don't get to pretend like you're the victim right now!"

Cal stood there, mouth agape, like she'd just slapped him. Of course, she had really, verbally at least. He knew that he infuriated her, that he drove her to the edge time and time again, but she always came back. She always came back. What was he supposed to do when she finally didn't? He couldn't handle that prospect.

"Gillian…" he started.

"Save it, Cal. Save it for someone who's willing to listen, because I'm not anymore. I'm tired of your excuses. I need something more than you're clearly capable of giving," she said sadly, tears starting to form in her eyes.

And with those words, she turned on her heels, walked out of Cal's office and out of the Lightman Group building. She didn't look back once.


Cal stood there, almost as if his feet were super glued to the floor. His brain was reeling. Did that really just happen? Did Gillian Foster just walk out on their business, out of his life?

Her words were echoing inside his head. "I need something more than you're clearly capable of giving."

What the hell did that mean?

He didn't know yet, but he knew he had to figure it out and time was obviously not on his side.