A/N: Thankyou all for taking the time to read this! This is my first story... i really hope you like it. I do not Lie to Me or any of the characters! Please leave reviews!
Taken
"That was truly lovely!" Gillian said as she walked out of the restaurant.
"Yes… delicious." Cal said biting his bottom lip, deep in thought.
"Are you ok?" She asked him worriedly.
"Peachy…" He said getting into his car and waiting for Gillian to get in. "I just have some unfinished business to attend to…" He said driving to the office. Once the car pulled into the lot he stopped and stared at the dashboard, refusing to look Foster in the eyes. "You can get out…"
"Cal, what's the problem? Where are you going to go?" She asked him putting her hand on his upper arm. He quickly pulled it away moving his head to his feet.
"Cal…" She said worriedly.
"You need to go Gillian." He said. She knew he was serious, because he had used her first name.
"Cal-"
"I'll be back in no time… promise." He reassured her, still without looking at her. Gillian leaned towards him in the car and put her hand on his chin and pulled his face to look at her. He yanked his head away. He didn't want her to see anything. He knew that it was suspicious the second he told her to get out, but he wasn't going to let her see his emotions right there. Foster sat back down in the passenger seat.
"You know I'm not going to leave… so why don't you tell me where you are planning to go…" She said to him. Cal continued to look at his feet. He took a deep breath starting to say something but then decided against it. "Cal." Foster said seriously. "Talk to me."
"What do you want me to say?" He yelled, looking at her. He immediately regretted it because he could see the fear and worry on her face. He also saw that she threw herself away from him, in worry that he might hurt her. After a minute or so, she leaned back into the chair.
"Just tell me where you are going?" She asked him making sure to stay on the edge og her seat, as far away from him as possible.
He glanced over at her to see where she was. How couyld she be so far away from him in such a tiny car. "I can't." He said in a low voice.
"Why not?" She pushed, knowing the she shouldn't.
"Classified." He mumbled.
"Damnit Cal." She said getting frustrated.
"Get out." He said, bringing his gaze to his window. He looked out over the parking lot. He spotted Reynolds, Heidi's, and Gillian's car.
"I won't." She said stubbornly.
"Gillian!" He yelled once again making a fast movement towards her. He brought his hand just inches away from her face. He was luckily able to stop before it hit her. It all happened so fast, and now her scream rang in his ears. He clenched his jaw. He had never gotten mad at her like that before, but he had to leave! If he didn't it would be too late. And he still had to stop by the house and see Emily.
He could hear Foster's heavy breathing next to him. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and he could see that she was practically falling off the seat. "Just… just leave Foster." He said lightly.
"How dare you?" She said, disgusted. Cal didn't have to look at her face to know she was pissed, scared, and worried.
"Excuse me?" He asked her trying to make her talk. So he could hear her voice. So he could know that he hadn't hurt her.
"How dare you even get CLOSE to smacking me?" She yelled. She was completely pissed now. "Then all you can say is 'leave'?" She says madly.
He looked at the ground again. Not once had he made eye contact with her, and not once was he going to.
"Look at me, Cal." She said, trying to be calm. He bit his lower lip and ignored her. "Look. At. Me." She insisted.
He still ignored her and fidgeted with his hands. He knew that she knew what his every move meant, but did he care? No. He had to get out of here. "You have to leave right now." He said firmly. "I need to be somewhere." He insisted.
"You better pray that where you go isn't going to get you in trouble, because I am NOT coming to the rescue." She said.
He ignored her and looked at the ground.
"Oh and Cal." She said nicely.
"What?" He asked turning his face to her, making eye contact.
She brought her hand to his face quickly and smacked him, "Thanks for lunch." She said. She then got out of the car and walked into the office.
Cal leaned over the passenger seat and closed the door. He brought his hand to his face and felt where he knew the reddening spot was. He clenched his jaw and drove to his house.
He walked in and found Emily sitting at the table eating a sandwich. "Hey Em." He said to her going to the fridge and looking through it.
"Um hi dad… what happened?" She said with a small giggle.
"A witness got mad." He lied.
"Wow… that was a horrible lie." She laughed. She walked to the sink and threw her plate and cup in. "Why aren't you at work?" She asked leaning on the fridge, watching him rummage through it.
"I came to see you." He said looking at her with an innocent smile.
"Yeah... we can pretend that's why." She said with a big smile.
"I have to go on a meeting… I won't be back till late tonight." He said.
"Alright… why did you need to come tell me? Have you ever heard of a phone?" She asked him grabbing an apple from the fridge and taking a bite.
"I didn't want to take any chances." He said wrapping his arm around her neck and pulling her close to him, "I love you babe." He gave her a kiss on the forehead and then began to walk out.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." She said catching up to him at the front door. "You can't just say that then leave. What kind of meeting? What kind of chances would you be taking?" She asked him standing between him and the door.
"I'm just trying to protect you." He said. Deciding those would be the last words he said to her. He put his hand on her shoulder and scooted her to the side. She let him move her but she ran outside after him.
"Dad!" She whined.
He ignored her and got into the car. He closed the door and locked them. He looked at her and waved. She stopped at the end of the side walk and gave him a weak wave. He made a weak smile and drove away.
Cal walked through the dark streets pulling his jacket on. He tightened his eyes then opened them again… hoping to awake form some sort of dream. He sighed and found the ware house. He knocked on the door.
It was soon opened by a short, bald man. "Hello…" Cal said awkwardly.
"Cal Lightman?" The little man asked.
"That would be me." He said bravely.
"Follow me." The man said opening the door fully. Cal slipped in and followed the man down a narrow corridor. "There." The man said pointing to a room.
Cal watched him as the man nervously scurried away. He then walked to the door and knocked.
"Come in, Cal." The man says. Cal slowly opens the door and walks in. He is immediately met by fists and boots. He falls to the ground in horrid pain as the people surround him, kicking and punching whenever they can. He managed to throw a couple punches, but nothing to actually protect himself. He felt one strong kick come to his face and he was immediately out cold.
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Gillian paced in her office… wondering where Cal was. She dialed his number once more.
"Hello?" A voice said on the other end.
"Oh good, Cal, where are you. I have been trying to reach you." She quickly said into the phone.
"Cal isn't available right now." The man said.
"What?" She asked hearing a low moan in the background. "What have you don't to him?"
"He will be back in no time, Gillian…" The mysterious man said, kicking Cal in the gut and laughing as Cal began to cough and spit out blood.
Gillian could only hear the coughing of course… and the liquid hitting the ground.
"Is that him?" She pushed.
"Don't worry… he isn't going to die tonight… he will definitely get close… but I'm not quite done with him yet." The man said hanging up.
"Oh God." She said rushing out of her office. She ran down the hallways searching for Reynolds.
"Gillian, slow down." Reynolds said with a chuckle. He was leaning against the front desk reading a news paper. "Why don't you go home? Get some sleep? Its late." He said with a smile.
She wasn't really paying attention to him because she was flipping through her phone looking for the call she had just taken. She had finally founded it and threw the phone to his ear. "Listen!" She said worriedly. Her eyes were darting around the office, hoping that it was a joke, that Cal would come out of his office, that he would be okay.
Reynolds slowly closed the phone. It was obvious that he was trying to process all of this.
"Well?" Foster insisted.
"We can't track the phone down at the moment. The phone has either been turned off or whoever has him figured out how to disable the tracking device." He said walking down the hall to Cal's office.
"Well what can we do in the meantime?" She asks following him.
"Look through his stuff… find clues." He says walking through the door and going straight to the files on his desk.
"We are going to invade his privacy?" She asked not really thinking.
"Hmmm…" Reynolds said putting his hands up as a scale. "Lightman getting seriously injured?" He said bringing one hand lower than the other. "Lightman having his privacy invaded." Reynolds brought the other hand way down then went back to work at looking though files.
Foster cringed at Reynolds saying seriously injured. She began to look around. She walked into his study and looked at the table. She picked up the book that he had recently been reading. According to him it didn't have a title. She laughed looking at the book and not finding anything but a place where the title was obviously scratched away with something sharp. She opened the book and flipped through the book. A little piece of paper fell from it. She leaned down and picked it up… reading it. "Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic." She reads aloud.
"What?" Reynolds says walking into the study.
"This note in that was in his book. That is like a song or something, right?" She asked Reynolds giving him the note.
"Yes… I believe so…" He said confused. He slowly folds the note back up and puts it in his pocket.
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"Ok… I… am… here." Cal managed to spit out between the coughs and the horrible pain he got with every breathe he took.
"Yea… I see that." The man said, "My name is Jack, by the way." He said giving Lightman a slight nudge in the face with his boot. Cal flinched away but it only resulted in more pain. He lay there on the cold cement floor groaning in pain. Jack pulled up a chair and took a seat. "Not so tuff now are ya? You don't have a little FBI agent to protect you? Aw, that's so sad." He said kicking Cal in the gut,
"Why… are…"
"Why am I doing this?" Jack said finished Cal's sentence. "Well… hmmm 5 years ago I think it was? You had a little case. And you just happened to win and I just happened to go to jail for 5 years. Guess what happened while I was in jail? My wife and daughter and son all died from some gang. Wanna know why? Well I'm going to tell you. Since I wasn't able to make it to the gang meeting… they took it out on my family. So basically, I just got out of jail and I want revenge. Its your fault they died… and that I wasn't there to protect them… and that I missed their funeral!" He yelled madly kicking Cal in the face… making the blood gush from his nose once again.
Cal yelled in pain as he coughed and puked.
"Just… do whatever you guys were doing to him earlier." Jack said to the men. They all surrounded Cal and began kicking and throwing punches. One had a knife and got close to his face, "See this knife? It's gonna go right into your leg. Why your leg? Because that isn't a vital area… so that means you won't die. We want to make you suffer Cal Lightman." The man said as he slowly sliced through Cal's calf. Cal screamed out in pain as the blade slipped through his skin. He could feel the blood trickling down his leg. His heart was racing and he could still feel the pointed ends of people's boot piercing into his back, stomach, head, and face. He tried his best to curl up into a ball so they couldn't hurt him as much but it only put strain on his lungs and he couldn't breathe. The minute a stretched back out some one took a blow to his lungs.
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"Reynolds… what are we going to do? There has to be something…" Foster insisted walking into the main part of the office.
"Right here… it says: Come to the warehouse… we will be waiting… don't bring a car…" He said setting the note on the desk. "Why no car?" Reynolds thought aloud.
Foster worriedly looked around the room. She found another piece of paper sticking out of a book on the table by the couch. She glanced at it… seeing an address. She decided that if she told Loker than the FBI would go and find the place and the second this guy saw them he wouldn't hesitate to kill Cal. So she decided that she would go alone. Talk the guy out of whatever he was doing. "I am exhausted Reynolds, I think I'm going to hit the sack. It's late and we aren't finding anything." She said walking to the exit of the office.
"Ok… sounds like a plan." Reynolds said leaving with her.
Foster walked outside and found her car. She quickly drove to the warehouse. She got out and walked up to the door. She rapped on it 3 times and a short man came to the door.
"Whataya want?" He asked with a grumpy tone.
"I would like to come in." Stay brave. You are doing this for Cal's sake. She nervously clutched the purse in her arms.
A/N: What is going to happen to Gillian? Is Cal going to live through the night?