There were no good Cal/OC fics! So here's the first chapter. I probably have 10 written so far, but I'm still going so please let me know if you like the character (I tried to make her so anyone could be plugged into her spot because c'mon, everyone has to find Cal that sexy. I will edit this again when I get home, but I wanted to put this up to share. Let me know if you like it!
I do not own Lie to Me or any characters therein.
A pair of warm honey brown eyes scanned the foyer of The Lightman Group skeptically. The eyes missed nothing as a young man with curly dark hair approached to greet her.
She shook his hand firmly. "Sophie Fatale, nice to meet you Doctor…"
"Cal Lightman, at your service," he supplied smoothly. Sophie kept her face carefully neutral, as always, as he gauged her reaction.
Forcing her voice to remain light, she asked, "Are we conducting the interview out in the hall, Dr. Lightman?" She knew perfectly well this arrogant pup wasn't Lightman. Anyone else might have been offended by the trick, but Sophie thought it was a fun exercise.
The conference room where he interviewed her was bugged, but she spoke clearly. This was a job she had always wanted and this test was here for a reason. After several questions about her education and qualifications, he asked if she had any questions for him.
Face calm, hands folded neatly in her lap, she asked, "Yes, I was wondering what your real name is?"
His mouth drops open. Shock.
"But I had you fooled! Your face…I didn't read…" He laughed suddenly. "Well, I'll be damned."
"You certainly are," a smooth British voice quipped from behind her. "You said you could convince her and read her, and you did neither."
Sophie turned to meet the newcomer and her iron-control slipped momentarily when she caught the man's storm-cloud blue gaze. As fast as it happened, it was over but the man tilted his head to the side as if he could unravel her with one penetrating look. Despite the intensity, she was steady with her return gaze.
After a few moments, she loosened her face and offered him the smallest micro-smile. Not fake or forced. It said, "Nice to meet you."
The man let you a huff of air and held out his hand with an awkward thrust.
"Doctor Cal Lightman. Nice to meet you too, luv." He didn't smile with his mouth but Sophie saw his eyes crinkle in amusement.
The first young man cleared his throat and introduced himself as Eli Loker, unpaid intern. "They said you were good."
"Then why the test?" she inquired, resting her penetrating gaze on Lightman. She wondered if he would see the accusation in her eyes, but if he did he wasn't letting in on it.
Instead of answering, he waved in a skinny brunette from the hallway. The way she stood intimately close to Lightman made Sophie dislike her immediately. She didn't want to focus on why she found him so alluring, but for now she blamed it on the accent. She could evaluate her feelings when she wasn't being judged and weighed.
The woman was Gillian, apparently. She was the other partner of The Lightman Group but her looks alone were enough for Sophie to dislike her.
Sophie's curls rarely behaved and therefore were piled unceremoniously in a bun at the nape of her neck. She didn't own heels or makeup, which she could tell was very anti-Gillian.
It was hard to determine off-hand how intimate the partners were, but she quickly decided it wasn't sexual. That was something, at least. Again, she chose not to dwell on it.