Hey guys! This is my first Lie to Me fanfiction. I've had an idea in my mind for a while that I've been wanting to write down, but the story was still a little foggy. I think I've got it clear now, and am ready to share it with you! I think the hardest thing is writing the characters, and I really want to write them appropriate and in-character, so please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy!
Oh, yeah. And I don't own Lie to Me.
The day began like any ordinary day at the Lightman Group. Cal Lightman was the first to walk through the doors of the office building, arriving a little over an hour earlier than needed, swiftly beginning the long day's labor and necessary paperwork. Soon after, Gillian Foster entered, perfectly put together and ready for another day at the Lightman group. Around seven o'clock, Ria Torres came into the building, not too happy about the early morning work hours, but reluctantly accepting, hoping to impress her new boss. The last member of the Lightman group, Eli Loker, arrived seven minutes late, carrying three cups of coffee and looking like hell. He was not having a good day.
Loker opened the half-shut door to Lightman's office where he saw Gillian and Cal discussing a current case.
"Coffee's here," said Loker, not the least bit happy about being the non-paid, go-for, intern. "Who got the caramel latte?"
Gillian stood up from leaning against Lightman's desk without tearing her eyes away from the screen where she and Cal were studying a forty-year old man's distressed facial expressions. She walked over to Loker and absent-mindedly took the coffee from his outstretched hand.
"You see that?" Cal asked his partner as he paused the image displayed on the giant screen and took his coffee from Loker without the slightest acknowledgment.
"Grief," Gillian murmured to herself as the three of them stared at the screen.
"Is this the Robbinson case?" asked Loker, eager to analyze the new data.
"Yeah," Lightman responded, slightly impatiently. "This is Sarah's uncle—Jimmy Robbinson's brother."
"Well he's genuinely upset about his niece's death," replied Loker.
"Yeah, the FBI was once again incorrect. No surprise there," Cal grumbled. "He didn't kill her."
Just then, Ria Torres walked into the office. "Oh, Loker. I've been looking for you. I need your help reviewing the Robbinson interview."
"Nah, Torres, it's not the uncle" Cal informed her. "Do we have any footage of his wife?"
"I don't think—," Loker began, but was cut off by Cal who was already reaching for his coat. "Come on, Torres. Get your things, we're gonna go pay Mrs. Robbinson a visit," Cal began as he started toward the door. Torres looked slightly surprised that she was still working on the case. Usually with the FBI cases, both Foster and Lightman worked the job, while she and Loker reviewed the interviews in the lab. However, this time Cal had decided to keep Torres on the case, allowing her to shadow him.
Cal quickly spun around to face Gillian. "Uh, Foster, you'll just—"
"I'll work on some paper work, Cal. Go ahead." She smiled faintly as Cal nodded roughly. However, just as Cal was about to leave, Reynolds entered holding a file.
"What's everybody doing in here? I've been looking for you" Ben looked around at the crowded office.
"What is it, Ben?" Gillian asked patiently.
"We just got another case." Loker straightened up from leaning against the couch as Reynolds turned toward Lightman. "I need your help."
"Foster's got it" Cal informed spontaneously; he took one glance around the room and paced out the door with a surprised, yet eager, Torres on his tail. Gillian smiled softly, blushing ever so slightly at Cal's undeniable confidence in her.
"So," Loker began happily, looking around the room. "What's the story?"
Reynolds ignored Loker, walking directly to Foster's side. He still resented Lightman's attitude toward him, but decided to move on with the case.
"This man," Reynolds began as he opened the manila folder in his hands and proceeded to point to the photos within, "Luke Bagley, is one of the top drug dealers in the country. No one's ever been able to catch him." Reynolds flips the page. "Now this man, Jonathon Cade, has worked for the IRS for the past seven years, before he just recently disappeared."
"Oh, no. Another IRS mystery", Loker mocked as he walked over to Foster and Reynolds to get a better view of the information.
Once again ignoring Loker, Reynolds continued. "Cade's wife, Michelle, seven-months pregnant, also left her home, but was just recently found by the FBI hiding at her mother's house in North Carolina." Foster nodded slowly, taking in all the information.
"And what does this have to do with Bagley?" Gillian questioned.
"Well, there's reason to believe that Cade was a continuous buyer from Bagley. We don't have concrete proof, but we we're hoping that through some interviews, we'll be able to justly assume that Cade was a user, and affiliated with Bagley."
"But why did he run?"
"Well, just before the disappearance, approximately two million dollars was stolen from the IRS. They are assuming that it was Cade paying off some long running debts—"
"To Bagley," Gillian finished, now beginning to fully understand the case at hand.
"Right," Reynolds sighed, looking down at the case that was in need of a lot more attention. "Cade could be on the run, or in a lot of trouble from the looks of Bagley's background. He is pretty ruthless and won't stop until he gets what he wants."
Loker looked up. "So, where do we come in?"
"Well, the FBI needs Lightman to interview Cade's co-workers, see if they are aware of any suspicious behavior, and see if—"
"Anyone knows anything." Gillian said, still concentrating on the material set forth.
"Right." Reynolds phone began to ring as he handed the folder over to Foster. He looked down to see who was calling and looked back up to Gillian and Loker. "I gotta take this."
Foster waved Reynolds to go answer his call. "Go, Ben. We've got it from here. Thank you." Reynolds quickly scooted out of the office.
"Well," Gillian began as she heavily exhaled, sighing out all the information that just hit them.
Loker was also anxious, but glad to have something to work on. "Looks like we've got a case."
Alright, I know it was a little confusing and dry, but it will get more interesting! Let me know if anything was unclear :)