A/N You should be warned that this is about as fluffy as fanfiction can get, so if you're looking for angsty Callian you're all out of luck here!

I don't own Lie To Me, I'm just borrowing it for my own amusement.


Gillian Foster sighed heavily for what had to be the fourth time in as many minutes. She glanced at her watch impatiently and her toe started tapping out an angry staccato on the polished floor. Loker and Torres had long since deserted her for the dance floor and were energetically doing whatever young people did on dance floors these days.

How long has it been since I let loose on a dance floor? she wondered sadly, shaking her head at how joyless she had allowed her life to become.

Since she had lost Sophie.

Since the divorce.

But in the last few weeks, she had been aware of a change in herself. She had started to spend a few moments longer picking out her clothes for the day. Her office once again welcomed any visitors with the fragrance of her favourite flowers. A couple of times, she'd even caught herself singing along to the car radio on the drive in to the office.

Sleeping Beauty was waking up. She picked an imaginary piece of fluff from the fitted skirt of her red cocktail dress and smoothed down the fabric as she mulled over the analogy. A sad smile played about her lips and her eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

If I'm Sleeping Beauty, she mused, then who's my Prince Charming?

"Hello, love," said a familiar voice in her ear as a warm hand found its way to her bare back. "Sorry I'm late! You wouldn't believe how long it took Emily to pack for her sleepover. It's only one night, for God's sake." He threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "Bloody teenagers!"

Gillian let out a laugh and turned to face Cal. She noted appraisingly that he had actually managed to find a crisp white shirt and a pristine black suit. She couldn't deny that he scrubbed up well.

"Cal Lightman, are you wearing a tie?" she asked him teasingly, fingering the black fabric of the offending article speculatively. "Very nice too".

"I was about to say the same to you, love," Cal replied, taking her hands and pulling her into an upright position in order to get a proper look.

Gillian watched Cal as he took in her dress, which she knew fitted in all the right places. What she saw on Cal's face made her inhale sharply; his eyes shone with unspoken emotion, and in that instant Gillian knew she had her answer.

"Well, you're here now," she whispered shakily, a slow smile spreading across her face.

Cal returned the smile and, swallowing hard, stepped in to her personal space with an attempt at nonchalance that she saw through immediately.

Oh God. Cal's just as nervous as I am. I wonder if he knows how much I love him? Gillian's smile intensified as she pulled him even closer and allowed her lips to graze his earlobe as she spoke.

"Do you know what I'd like to do right now?" she asked him, sliding her hand up to his lapel.

Cal's eyes searched her face and this time she let him see everything. The pain which had for so long haunted her face had finally gone. What had replaced it caused his heart to beat hard in his chest.

The line was gone for good, erased by friendship, respect and ultimately love, and they both knew it.

He wrapped his arms around her and looked deeply into her eyes. "What, love?"

"This."

Gillian Foster wriggled free of the warm circle of his arms and pulled him towards the dance floor, her laughter trailing behind her and utterly beguiling him.

"Come on Prince Charming," she murmured, "show me your moves."

Shaking his head in resignation, Cal Lightman grinned wolfishly at the woman he loved and proceeded to do just that.


Please let me know what you think as this is my first attempt at a Lie To Me fanfic. Oh and I couldn't resist a little tribute to Reservoir Dogs with Cal's attire! x