Disclaimer: I do not own the show Lie to Me or it's characters. I'm guessing you probably knew that, but, just in case you didn't. (:
"We have a case that we'd like you to look into," Agent Mitchell, the FBI agent seated across from Cal Lightman and Gillian Foster, stated. Cal shifted in his chair impatiently; he wanted Agent Mitchell to get to the point already. They already had a few other tedious cases to finish, and Cal wanted to get them over with before it was time to leave. "A millionaire was murdered and one of the suspects is hosting a party tomorrow night. You know, not a wild party, but a more formal one. The person holding the party, Roy Jenson, supposedly had something against Mike Jacobs, the murdered millionaire, but we don't have enough evidence to bring him into custody. He's been very uncooperative with us, and we'd like you to go to the party to find out more about his conflict with Jacobs and any information about the murder. Just don't let him know you're investigating him. Like I said, he's not very friendly with anybody involved in solving this case."
"So you basically want us to go undercover at his party to see if he had anything to do with the Jacobs murder?" Gillian asked. Cal shifted his gaze to Gillian. For a moment, he forgot about the case completely, his mind drifting to her and her recent divorce. How they still had that damn line, how he really wanted to cross it, how he-
Cal quickly shook those distracting thoughts from his head and returned his attention back to the FBI agent sitting across from him.
"Yeah, it would be a great opportunity to find out more about the guy," Agent Mitchell claimed. The FBI agent displayed no signs of impatience, leading Cal to believe he definitely had a better temper than Agent Reynolds, their usual FBI guy. "We don't have much information about him; he's a more keep-to-himself type of person. As for the party, you could bring a date if you wanted; the invitation mentions that you're allowed to bring a guest." Agent Mitchell gestured to the folder in front of him, most likely holding the invitations, and paused for a moment. "And we'd recommend trying to act like a typical guest by grabbing a few refreshments, mingling with the guests, which would help with the investigation, and even dancing to a few songs would be great. Anything to prevent you from looking suspicious." Cal knew Gillian didn't have anyone to invite, and he himself didn't either, but if they were expected to dance…
"…so Roy Jenson also has a son, Blake Jenson, that you might want to keep an eye on," Agent Mitchell continued. "Blake is supposedly getting ready to take over Roy's business soon, and Roy could've involved him. You might want to look out for the guests, too. Roy could've had anyone do the dirty work for him." Agent Mitchell stopped for a moment before continuing again. "Will you take the case?"
Cal exchanged a look with Gillian, and instantly knew she was okay with it. They could easily tell what the other was thinking without any words. They knew each other pretty well, and the fact that they specialized in microexpressions helped a bit, too. "We'll go," Cal stated simply to the FBI agent.
"Great," Agent Mitchell responded as he picked up the manila folder lying on the table in front of him. "This folder contains everything you'll need to know and the invitations you'll need to get in. Remember, try to blend in with the other guests, but while doing that, talk a little bit to Roy Jenson and his son as well. More importantly, don't let them find out what you're up to." Agent Mitchell got up to leave. "I'll probably contact you later, when the time of the party is closer."
Cal sat in his office, waiting for Gillian. They had decided to meet in his office when they were ready to leave. He himself forced to wear a tux, as the party was formal. Agent Mitchell had visited the office earlier with a few last minute answers and adjustments about their plan, like how they were to arrive at the party in a limo. Cal wasn't so sure if he wanted to go undercover; Agent Mitchell's suggestions didn't help much, yet the fact that he was supposed to 'pretend' Gillian was his date seemed to lift his spirits.
Cal checked his watch to find that it was already time to leave. 'Where is Gillian?' he thought.
As soon as he looked away from his watch, he saw Gillian entering his office. Suddenly, all Cal's doubts about this case disappeared. Gillian was wearing a black dress that fit in all the right places, leaving Cal speechless.
"Hey," she said, coming to a stop in front of his desk. "Sorry I'm late." It seemed like forever to the two before Cal snapped out of his wordless state.
"Hey, uh," Cal stuttered, still recovering a little. "You look…you look fantastic." Gillian blushed as she realized Cal was at a loss for words.
"You look nice, too," she managed to reply, and she meant it. The room was silent for a moment as they gazed at each other longingly. A sudden knock on the door made them both turn to the door.
"Loker and I just got back from a case," Torres stated, looking curiously from Cal to Gillian. She could tell something was going on between the two. "The driver of the limo parked outside asked me to tell you to get out there."
"Okay," Gillian said, glancing back at Cal. "Ready?"
"Yeah." Cal stood up and the two walked quietly outside to the limo waiting outside in the parking lot. The driver was pacing outside of the limo and staring at the ground. Cal and Gillian exchanged an amused look as the driver constantly checked his watch.
"Finally, you're here," the driver mumbled, more to himself than to Cal and Gillian. "We have to leave now or else we'll be late." The driver raised his voice to an audible level on his last comment.
"I'm sure we'll get there on time," Gillian confirmed as Cal grudgingly noticed the driver's eyes dilate as he turned his attention to Gillian. Sexual arousal.
"Yeah, yeah. Agent Mitchell did send a tight schedule, you know…" The driver seemed to be lightening up after Gillian's response, and Cal didn't like that at all. "I'm Eric Granville, by the way. I'll be taking you to the party." Cal impatiently walked over to the limo and opened the door.
"We better get going then," Cal interrupted, allowing Gillian to enter the car first. She smiled in thanks, and Cal returned the smile. Before getting in the car himself, he glanced back at Granville and was glad to see the annoyed look on the driver's face. Cal got into the limo, just as Granville slid into his seat in the front of the car.
"Got your invitations?" he asked grumpily. Cal reached into his pocket and felt the smooth paper underneath his hands.
"Yeah," Cal replied casually.
"Good," Granville said gruffly as the limo pulled out from the parking lot.
"Here it is," Granville announced as they came in view of the mansion the party was being held at. The limo pulled into the long driveway, holding a few other limos and fancy cars, and came to a stop. "Should be someone at the entrance that'll let you in once you show 'em your invitation."
"Okay, thanks," Cal said quickly before bolting out the door. To his dismay, Granville was already there to open the door to Gillian.
"Thanks," Cal heard her say. He quickly turned to the mansion in thought. The driver was just being friendly that's all, right? Nothing to be jealous about. Why was he jealous, anyway? Before he knew it, Gillian was right there beside him.
"Let's go," she said, catching a glimpse of the look on Cal's face. Soon Cal noticed the amused smile she wore that followed right after.
"What?" he asked, although he could guess what the answer would be.
"You weren't so friendly to our driver," Gillian responded still smiling.
"You never can trust those limo drivers, you know," Cal teased innocently as they finally arrived at the entrance to the mansion.
"Invites?" the guy standing guard asked. Cal rummaged through his pocket and quickly found the invitation.
"She's with me," Cal said as he gave the guard his invite. He let Cal and Gillian into the room with an expressionless nod.
"See the Jenson's?" Gillian asked Cal quietly as she glanced around the room.
"Not yet," Cal said, remembering what they were there for and started searching the room as well. He couldn't find anyone in the room that resembled the pictures Agent Mitchell had showed them earlier.
"Oh, look, there's cake!" Gillian exclaimed excitedly, pointing across the room to a table filled with food and refreshments.
"You really love that type of stuff, don't you?" Cal asked, wondering how she could actually like sugary food like that.
"Hey, welcome to the party," someone said before Gillian could respond to Cal's remark. They both whirled around to see a man that matched the image of Roy Jenson's son, Blake.
"I'm Blake Jenson, by the way," he continued with his charming smile. "My father's the host of the party, so I'm here to help moderate." Cal observed the disgust that flickered across Blake's face as he mentioned his father when something else captured his attention. He noticed the same dilation of the eyes that their limo driver had shown when he saw Gillian.
Great. Cal thought sarcastically. Another guy who's aroused by Foster. Just what we need.
Author's Note: This was originally going to be a oneshot(where a few parts of the next chapter would be combined in this one), but after reading over this chapter, I have a few more ideas about what else could happen. I didn't feel like writing a oneshot that long, so it'll be a multi-chaptered story instead. Hope you like it. xD
