A/N So my other story, The Bloody Game, has a little bit of a backstory to it. So I decided to actually go into the backstory more. I hope it can live up to expectations!

Emily had known all along. Her father loved Gillian. It was very exciting, because Gillian was her best friend. And what adolescent girl doesn't want her best friend to be a part of her family? Usually, it means trying to hook up her friend's parents with her parents. So, naturally, this was a very different process.

At dinner with her dad, she did some probing. "So, what exactly do you feel for Gillian?"

"None of ya business, eat your toast."

"That strongly, huh?" She took a sip of her water. "Look, I've steered clear of this topic for a few days. So, what's your plan?"

"Nothing, Em. She obviously doesn't feel the same way about me. I've been flirting for years, and have never gotten a second look." It was true. He had been flirting for a long time. Gillian either never noticed, or never reciprocated. "What's the point? And why are you droning on and on about it?"

"No reason, I just want you to be happy, you deserve that much." It was true. Out of everyone in her life, her dad deserved as much happiness as he could get. He seemed to have given up on real relationships. Wallowski was just a way to get what he physically wanted, but she didn't connect with him at an emotional level. He had been alone for a number of years, with only Emily to keep him company.

"I'm happy as long as you are around, luv."

She flashed him a small smile and looked back at her meal. That was what she was most worried about. She was leaving for college soon. She was looking all across the country, but her top choices at the moment were in Chicago and California. Soon she would be several time zones away from her father. If he was only happy with her around, well, eventually that would not be a possibility because of her location. And she was not about to let him follow her. He needed something else. Someone else.

"Aw, thanks dad." She teased, her mind already thinking of a few ways to make this work. This was going to take some time, and careful planning. If she did this correctly, she could get her dad a new girlfriend in no time!

The morning started with Gillian. It almost always did, which definitely brightened his day. She barged into his office wearing a navy blue, form fitting, short sleeved dress. The pearls around her neck were the perfect accent, and her hair was pulled back into a half-ponytail, to keep the stray hairs out of her eyes. He could hear her coming from the click of her heels across the floor. She was followed by two men in suits. "Cal, these are detectives Johnson and Connelly from the Police department. They need our help on a case."

Johnson spoke first. "We need you to help locate a missing child." He held up a picture of a girl, aged around six or seven, with blonde hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. In the picture she was wearing a purple sweater, and hugging a golden retriever. "This is Phoebe Jackson. She has been missing for seventy-two hours. We have interviewed people close to her, and don't have any leads."

Gillian watched him knowingly, already aware of his response, before he even said a word. Cal couldn't say no to the case. He couldn't say no to any case involving a child. He always imagined Emily in these cases. It broke his heart in the worst possible way, but it drove him to solve it that much faster. Gillian also was unable to say no. She had always been very compassionate, and although, not a mother herself, she understood the pain of losing a child. Sophie had been taken from her against her will, so she fought harder to return lost children to their parents.

Cal stood up. "I'll need to start with the parents first!" He walked out of the office and down the hall without checking to see if they were following. Gillian gestured that the men should follow, and started after him.

Cal and Gillian sat in an interview room with Daphne and Harold Jackson. They looked distraught, as anyone would in a situation like this, Harold's head in his palms, and dark circles underneath both of their eyes. Gillian asked the questions. "Can you tell me what Phoebe was wearing when you last saw her?"

"She was wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt with an elephant on it. She loves elephants." Daphne had to hold back her sobs while she was talking.

"And can you describe to me what she was doing the last time you saw her?" Gillian asked, her voice soft, leaning toward the mother across from her.

"She was going to school. I put her on the bus. She sat down and waved at me as it drove away. I never thought that would be the last time I saw my baby." Harold's shoulders racked with sobs.

"Where were you two while she was at school?" Gillian continued.

"Harold works in construction, he had a job down by town hall. I work for an accounting firm. I was at the office all day." Daphne's pupils dilated at the mention of the office.

"That's strange" Cal butted in. "You were telling the truth, but you showed arousal when you talked about the office."

Daphne was defensive. "I did not." She sat back from the table, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Well now you're lying through your teeth. What's got you all hot and bothered about the office?" Cal continued with the line of questioning, and Gillian glared at him.

"Cal." Gillian warned. When she said his name like that, the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees. He always knew when he was out of line by the way that she said his name.

"Seriously. My daughter is missing, and you want to know about my day at the office? Go to Hell!" Daphne was mad, but Cal could tell from the way that Gillian tilted her head back that she had caught on to something.

"Mrs. Jackson, I'm sorry, but your husband is right here. You just referred to Phoebe as my daughter, as opposed to our daughter. Is there a reason for that?"

"I suppose it's because whoever she is having that office romance with is potentially Phoebe's real father," Cal stated. Daphne put her head down and covered her eyes with her hand. Shame. "Yep, I thought so. So what is his name? We might need to talk to him."

"George Chase." She answered, her voice small. Harold looked stunned, as if his world had shattered, and Cal could tell it was genuine.

"You guys are free to go." Cal said with a wave of his hand. Before they left, Cal got up and left the room, storming down the hallway.

Gillian was hot on his heels, the click of her shoes giving away the fact that she was following him. "Cal, where are you going?"

"To Daphne's firm. I want to have a talk with George." He answered, without turning around.