Disclaimer- "Lie to Me" and its characters belong to Fox and Samuel Baum Productions. I have merely adapted them for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended.
Timeline- Post Killer App, 3x13.
Rating- T (For some coarse language, nothing suggestive)
Cal Lightman couldn't bear it. It was his luck, he bitterly thought. His bloody, accursed luck that had let him down more times than he could possibly count. It was only to be expected; his timing was fucking ironic. After seven years of togetherness, he had finally made up his mind to confess his true feelings to the woman of his heart. (God, where did that come from? Love must be making him more messed up than he supposed. )
And she had decided to go and fall in love with someone else.
All the usual signs were there. Gillian was by nature a sunny person, but now it seemed as if happiness was simply radiating from her. Anything and everything pleased her. The smiles became longer, more involuntary. Hell, the big one had bestowed on Loker this morning for bringing her some files had that young man squirming in pleasure, while Torres had looked on in amusement. She had the constant look of a person who had achieved paramount happiness, and couldn't bring herself to contain it.
At one time, her smiles would have enchanted him. But now, they simply added to his misery. What business had she looking like that while he wished earnestly for the earth to swallow him up? It was eerily similar to what he had felt when that...Burns fellow had captured her imagination. No, I won't go through that again, he decided. It was high time. He needed to find out what kind of a sod she had picked up this time. And most importantly, what he had done to make her look so...fulfilled.
Cal Lightman had the look of a man on a mission on his face as he began taking his staccato steps to her office. Without bothering to knock, he threw the door open. She was perched on her chair as usual; in that impeccable posture that was unmistakably her. She jumped a little before turning her attention to him; eyebrows raised and a knowing smile on her face. His gaze shifted from her face to the cell phone in her hand, which she had been intently looking at before he had made his grand entry. He screwed his eyes to make out what she had been looking at, and visibly gulped. A picture on her cell phone. The object of her scrutiny, and that too in a manner which could be best described as fawning.
That's it, he decided. He had had enough. Time to come out in the open. He would make her speak and then decide on his course of action- to bash that fellow up so that he wouldn't gather up courage to look at another living woman again; or maybe to hang him on the gallows. All he wanted now was the courage to look into her eyes and ask her about him outright. Then he would make his choice.
Author's note-
I am fairly a novice in the art of fanfic writing, and this is my first attempt at it. Please do review and tell me what sort of job I have done, for I aim to please. This is a two-shot, and I will be posting the second part tomorrow.
Fingers crossed for season-4!
