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A/N: WARNING! Very serious subject matter. Contains fairly graphic rape scene. Please do not read if that makes you uncomfortable.
Summary: Cal and Ria are working late when a crazed gunman with a mission takes them hostage. Will they survive the torture he puts them through or will the trauma prove to be too much for their relationship to handle?
Closure
Gillian Foster yawned and stretched back in her chair. "Well that's it Cal. I'm done for the night. The rest of these files can wait till morning".
"All right love. I've had about all I can stand too," Cal replied standing and stretching his arms above his head.
Gillian smiled up at him sleepy eyed. She knew he only stayed at work this late to keep her company. He was doing that a lot lately. She had an assumption of why, but she would never ask him or tell him her thoughts on the matter. There were some things they didn't have to say out loud.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Good night Cal," she said, gathering her purse and walking towards his office door, smile still on her face.
"Sleep tight Foster."
Cal thought about walking her to her car, but he didn't want to be any more obvious than he already was. He didn't normally walk Gillian to her car. He normally didn't stay at work half past twelve either. But now that she had a boyfriend, Gillian wasn't around much. Work was the only place Cal ever got to see her so he wanted to make that time last. He felt bad putting a heavier work load on her but, hey, she wasn't complaining. He was sure she was onto him, but still, she didn't say anything.
They never had to say anything.
Gillian snuck a peek over her shoulder at him as she walked through the door and tried to suppress a grin when she caught him staring at her behind. She hoped he didn't notice the grin.
He did.
Maybe I should walk her to her car, he thought. Maybe he'd touch her arm and give her a quick peck on the cheek. Maybe she'd turn her head at the last second and he'd catch her lips instead. Maybe she'd melt in his arms and confess her love for him, attack his mouth with hers and beg him to take her right there in the parking lot. Maybe, maybe, maybe… There were always too many maybes and never enough time to think them through. And at least when it came to Gillian, Cal thought things through. Before he could come to resolve his dilemma Gillian would have already gone home, like she had the night before and the night before that.
Well that's for the best, Cal thought or tried to convince himself at least. She's not single anymore anyway. He had lost his chance with her. Again.
Cal loved Gillian. Gillian loved Cal. But there never seemed to be a good time for the two to come together. They each had their own reservations about taking their relationship further and always listened to their heads rather than their hearts.
Cal made to put on his jacket, second guessing his decision, when he noticed movement on the surveillance monitor. There was someone in the lab. Was that Torres? What the hell was she still doing here? He maximized the feed of the lab. Torres was now standing completely still and staring at something in the camera's blind spot. There was no need for Cal to analyze her body language or expression. She was clearly terrified.
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