Disclaimer: I don't own Lie To Me. Just having fun with them for a while.

Author's note: This is my entry to McBreezy's 2013 LTM fanfic challenge. Category Cal/Gillian, prompt = Pink

Chapter One

Cal finished reviewing the tape of the suspect and turned to Gillian, saying,

'Did you see that?'

'Yes, he was lying.'

'Maybe,' said Detective Lyons dubiously, 'but we need more proof. I believe you but any decent defence lawyer will say it's just down to his normal hesitancy.'

Cal looked at Lyons indignantly but before he could say anything, Gillian said,

'Cal, he's right. Richards has his shy, hesitant persona down so well that showing him making a minor slip isn't enough. You can see that it's all fake but the jury won't.'

'And there's no history of violence?' asked Cal.

'No,' said Lyons, 'Not that we've been able to find.'

'No pets gone missing?'

'Impossible to say. His mother moved around so much that there's no way of telling. They were never in one place for more than six months when he was growing up.'

'Which meant constantly changing schools, always the outsider, never settling down and making friends,' said Gillian sadly.

'You can feel sorry for the bugger later, darlin', after we've got him locked up.'

Gillian shot Cal an irritated look but didn't rise to the bait since Cal was right. There might be reasons why Richards was how he was but it didn't excuse what he'd done, which was to kidnap other men, kill them and then use them for his sexual gratification. Richards claimed to be a shy heterosexual man and his persona was so perfect that after four hours in the cube all they had was one tiny slip. It wasn't enough.
Gillian turned back to the computer screen and Cal watched with irritation as Lyons checked out her arse. Gillian was looking as delectable as always in a business suit and the skirt was wonderfully tight but Cal hated it when other men ogled her. A little voice inside his head reminded him that he had no right to object to other men looking at her and he remembered Emily asking him why he hadn't done anything about the fact that he was in love with Gillian. Unfortunately, he still hadn't plucked up the courage to ask Gillian to go out on a date with him so he was stuck watching dickheads like Lyons ogle her.
Cal paced irritably as Gillian and Lyons discussed possible ways to jolt Richards out of his comfort zone. After a few minutes, Cal found himself gazing thoughtfully at Gillian, admiring her beauty, and realised that he knew the answer. Going over to Loker, he said,

'Are all the cameras on in here?'

'Yes, Doctor Lightman.'

'Turn the lights up.'

'Yes, Doctor Lightman.'

'Right. Lyons go and get him out here. I think I know what to do.'

Lyons looked relieved and went to get Richards and his escort. Cal casually chatted to Gillian whilst manoeuvring her so that Richards and his escort would have a clear view of her. He waited until they were all in the room then without a word grabbed the collar of Gillian's shirt and pulled it apart sharply. A button pinged off as her bra-clad breasts came into view and Cal found it suddenly hard to breathe. She was wearing a white lacy bra and Cal felt arousal surge through him as he stared at her. He was brought out of his reverie by a hard slap across his face. He looked into Gillian's furious eyes as she slapped him again, then she was storming off, holding the sides of her shirt together with one hand.
Cal casually rubbed his face, saying,

'Stick him back in the cube and let's see what we've got.'

Lyons blinked at him and said,

'That was a set up?'

'Of course.'

'Did Doctor Foster know what you were going to do?'

'Nah, but we often do things like this. She'll be back in a few minutes.'

Cal immersed himself in analysing the footage from all the cameras, smiling triumphantly as it showed him what he had known it would; Richards was not aroused by the sight of Gillian's breasts.

'See that look on yours and Loker's faces? That's arousal that is. And the two troopers are aroused too. Normal heterosexual male reaction to a pair of breasts. But look at Richards; he shows surprise and then amusement. No arousal at all. If he's heterosexual then I'm the queen of England. And that is proof that a jury will believe.'

'All right. Lets have another go at him,' said Lyons enthusiastically.

Cal followed Lyons into the cube and set about breaking through Richards' façade.

Gillian looked at her ruined blouse in the mirror. Not only were two buttons missing but the shirt had torn slightly where one of the buttons had come off with the force of Cal's yank. It would probably be impossible to repair it. As she used a safety pin to hold her blouse together, Gillian realised that she was the angriest that she could ever remember being. She was angry because Cal had exposed her breasts in front of a group of men, all of whom she would have to work with again. And she was angry because he hadn't apologised. But most of all she was angry because he had treated her like a piece of property, to be used in whatever way he saw fit. He hadn't even warned her, let alone asked her permission. Her body belonged to her and Cal needed to be reminded of this fact.
As she thought this, a glimmering of an idea came to her and she smiled coldly. Telling Cal things rarely worked, she needed to show him.
Gathering her belongings, she told Anna that she was taking the rest of the day off and, armed with the company credit card, she headed to her favourite shopping mall.

Cal exited the cube triumphantly. Richards had confessed to the killings, which meant another positive result for the Lightman Group and himself personally. Going over to Loker he said,

'Where's Foster?'

'I don't know.'

Impatiently, Cal strode into her office only to find it cleared out for the night. Puzzled, he went over to Anna and asked,

'Did Doctor Foster have an appointment?'

'I'm not sure, Doctor Lightman. She left a couple of hours ago and said she'd be gone for the rest of the day.'

'Something must have come up,' muttered Cal.

'She looked upset,' said Anna.

'Upset?'

'Yes and she had to get a safety pin to hold her blouse together. Did something happen?'

'Just a workplace accident,' said Cal casually, ignoring the voice at the back of his mind as it pointed out that it wasn't an accident at all.

Anna looked confused so Cal left before she could ask any more questions. Slouching on his sofa, he took out his phone and dialled Gillian's number. It went to voicemail and Cal forced himself to sound relaxed as he said,

'Just checking in, darlin'. Everything all right?'

Gillian looked Cal's name flashing up on her phone and let it go to voicemail before turning her phone off and putting it away. As she tried to decide where to go next, the display in a new shop caught her eye and she went over to take a closer look. Smirking, she realised that she'd found the perfect thing and in her favourite colour too. Opening the door, she smiled brightly at the assistant and said,

'I'd like to try that on, please.'