A/N: I watched "Sacrifice" Today and i just had to make this... so im sure how long this will alst but I hope you enjoy it! If not... i will just stop ad take it off
Cal looked at the TV along with everyone else in the room.
"There has been a terrorist attack at the mall." Cal mumbled to Gillian who just walked in.
"What?"
"20 dead, 5 missing." He whispered, his eyes trained on the TV.
She stared at the TV and then looked at Cal, "Where is Emily?"
"At home... alone. She has probably already seen this. I am going to go pick her up. I'll be back in about half an hour."
"When should I worry?" She asked him, handing him his coat.
"If I'm not back in an hour... you can worry." He smiled and walked out.
"Be careful." She called out. She turned around and looked at Loker who was busy doing something on his computer but occasionally glancing at the TV. "What do you have?" She asked him.
"Well... Torres and I are going to go down to the scene and see what we can find. You know... shrapnel and stuff? Hopefully get some security footage, find out who did it."
"Do you think it could be the same as last time? Planted bombs?" She asked him as he closed his computer and slipped it into a back pack.
"I dunno..." He whispered. "We will be back later, keep in touch." He then grabbed Torres' arm and pulled her out.
Gillian paced and found Reynolds walking out the door, "Where are you going?" She asked, catching up to him.
"I still have a case to work."
"But it's dangerous out there." She said, grabbing his arm.
"I gotta go... what are the chances I will get hurt by it? I'm not taking the bus... flying... shopping... anything like that. Don't worry. I will be fine." He promised. He flashed a smile and was soon out.
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Cal walked into the house and found Emily on the couch, looking at the TV, "It's just like last time." She whispered nervously.
"Well it's gonna be ok." Cal said.
"More people are dead."
"Would you stop? C'mon let's go. I want to go back to the office where it's safer ad if we go right now, right after the first bomb, then we are more likely going to be safe. They aren't going to do bombs right after another. If they are terrorists, they want people to calm down, to think everything is okay and then to surprise them with another hit."
"Why are you telling me this?" She asked, standing up.
"I dunno... I needed something to say." He guessed. He took her hand and pulled her with him.
She grabbed a hoodie as they walked out and slipped into the car quickly. "Right to the office right?" She asked.
"Of course. Where is your mum?"
"At work?" She said, putting her feet on the dashboard.
"Damn..."
"Just like last time?"
"Just like last time." He whispered, driving out of their neighborhood. "This is where I get nervous." He whispered as they went through the museums and bigger parts of the city. "Big targets." He said.
"Chill dad." She said, putting in earbuds.
He nervously looked around when they stopped at a red light. "Emily!" He yelled, throwing an arm in front of her as an explosion went off.
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Gillian paced in her office, constantly looking at the time on her cell phone. After half an hour she became nervous and continued to call him. "Lightman. Leave a message." His voicemail said everytime. She sighed and looked around, continueing to call him. She awlked out and found Heidi at the desk. "Have you seen Cal?"
"No he left about 40 minutes to get Emily and I haven't heard since. Have you heard? There was another bomb." She said.
"ou have got ot be kidding me..." She ran into the cafe area and watched the TV.
"Another bombing... at a stop light... at least 10 cars hit..." Those were the details that Gillian caught while she asked if anyone had seen Cal. "Here we are on the scene." Gillian's eyes shot to the TV and she ran up to it. "There is wreckage all over the block. 13 cars were hit, we have 5 bodies as of right now." The reporter looked around sadly and took a deep breath. "We will be right back with more information after this commercial." Gillian frowned and tried Cal's cell again.
"Lightman. Leave a message." She shut the phone and called Loker.
"Loker."
"Thank goodness. Did you hear about the second bombing?"
"Yep..." He whispered.
"Well I can't get ahold of Cal and he was going to get Emily."
"I haven't heard from him since I was back at the office. How about you?" He asked Torres.
"Nope."
"Same with Ria."
"Let me know if you talk to him and have him call me, ok?"
"Will do." Loker said, hanging up. "Thank you sir. We will take it back to the lab and examine it from there."
"You will let me know."
"If we get anything, of course." Loker said, shaking a man's hand and then taking a pile of tapes.
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"Well... look at that guy." Loker said, pointing at a man on the tape. "He's about to piss his pants."
"Ok wait." Torres said, "This guy," She pointed to an Iraq boy, "is the bomber?"
"Uh huh. The one in the red hoodie." Loker said with a nod.
"And you think that that guy... the one who is about to piss himself knows that he is the bomber?" She asked.
"Well look at him." Loker said, pointing to the face of the young American boy who was staring at the guy in the red hoodie. "He is terrified, this kid knew."
"Did he live?"
"Oh yes and he is currently at the hospital."
"Let's go talk to him." Torres said.
Gillian stood at the back of the room ad watched the videos play over ad over again, "Wait..."
"What?" They both asked in unison.
"Anything on Cal?"
"Nope." Loker whispered, tapping a pen on the desk.
Gillian glanced at Torres who was also shaking her head, "Sorry..." She whispered.
Gillian pulled out her phone and tried Cal again. "Lightman. Leave a message."
"Gosh damnit." She whispered, shutting the phone. "Let me know, calls from Emily or Cal." She walked out and tried his house.
"Hey. You have reached Cal..."
"And Emily!" Emily's happy voice interrupted.
"Lightman." He muttered.
"Leave a message!"
"And we will get back as soon as possible." He said.
"Well I wish ASAP was right now..." She mumbled, putting the phone in her pocket.
Ben walked in and greeted Gillian, "Where is Cal? It's been three hours."
"Ben I am worried. I haven't been able to get a hold of him or Emily at all." She said, a scared look on her face.
"Don't worry... I am sure his phone died and there is a major taffic jam near the bombing site." He assured her.
"What if he was in that last bomb?" She asked what had been on her mind ever since he hadn't answered his phone.
"He wasn't... don't worry Gillian." Ben assured her, holding to her shoulders. "He will be back soon." He nodded and then walked away.
She watched him walk away and took a deep breath, calling Cal again. "Lightman. Leave a message." She shook her head and shoved her phone back into her pocket.
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Cal finally became conscoius and dizzily threw his hands around, searching for Emily. "Em?" He yelled out, finding a hand.
"Dad?" She asked trying to pull near him. "What happened?"
"A bomb. That bulding that was to our left blew up and fell on us." He whispered into the darkness. He could feel the cold concrete digging into his leg, so he tried to stay still, but gripped to Emily's hand tightly. "Don't move love... this stuff is heavy and moving could just make everything tighter."
"Wait, this is just really... uncomfortable... let me just..." She moved her body over and heard a loud crash and a grunt from her dad, "What happened?"
"It fell on me!" He said madly.
"Sorry I didn't know!"
"Just don't move... people will be in here in a minute." He said.
She could only see a couple inches in front of her face and whispered, "Well if it makes you feel any better... I am much more comfortable now..."
"Shut up Em." He said with a chuckle.
"Sorry..." She mumbled, taking a deep breath.
"Don't take deep breaths... conserve your air." He whispered taking small and slow breaths.
"Ok..." She said, trying to do what he was doing. "I'm scared." She finally said after about five minutes of concentrated breathing.
"It's okay, don't worry." He whispered.
"What if we die? What if we run out of breath? What if it gets to heavy and it crushes us?"
"Emily stop! You are scarng yourself, we will be fine, trust me. Are you hurt other than scratches from the cement?"
"No..." She whispered, digging her nails into his hand now.
"Ouch Emily..." He complained trying to pry her hand from his.
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Gillian had finally found the courage to go out to the bomb scene and talk to the firemen there, "We have reason to believe people are down there." A fireman said pointing to the big feild of rubble.
She sighed and stared at it, "Whe are you going to start digging?"
"We already have. Way down there." He said, pointing to some big machins that were slowly picking up rocks and moving them.
"But Cal would be right over here!" She said pointing to the area in front of her.
"Sorry ma'am. We are startig over there. We will get here either tomorrow or the next day. It's a long process."
"Tomorrow or the next day?" She yelled, "No you need to be digging right here, right now!" She insisted.
"Dr. Foster please calm down." A tall white male said, walking over to her.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked supiciously.
"I am Agent Wie. I am trying to find out these bombings and I need you to either calm down or leave the premises."
"Wonderful! You can make them move the digging to over here!"
"I could, but why would I?" He asked her.
"Because Cal Lightman and his daughter are under there somewhere!" She yelled.
"Well there could also be people over there. It wouldn't be fair and it would take too long. I'm sorry ma'am. I can't do that."
She glared at him ad asked, "Is there any possible way to get you to move over here?"
"No." Agent Wie said plainly.
"You are no help at all."
"How can you be sure your friend is down there?"
"I am not but it is a possibility and if he WAS under all of this then he would be over here." She kicked a big rock and sighed.
"Well I am sorry."
She ignored him and walked back to ehr car, continueing to call Cal and continueing to get his voicemail.
A/N: So what did you think? Please leave reviews... pretty please!