A BRAND NEW ONE.......Again - this will be multi chapter- got an idea for the beginning and just waded in...NO idea where it will go, for how long, who will get involved with what, or who...definately a 'depends on my mood, spur off the moment' writer me! none of that organised planned stuff..So hope you will take this magical mystery tour with me...Try chapter one and see what you think?

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Blast From The Past

Cal Lightman was pacing in his office obviously deep in thought that was tinged with puzzle when Gillian walked in.

"Cal, You know there's someone waiting in reception for you don't you? Heidi asked me to remind you because she told you about 30 minutes ago"

He continued pacing, appearing not to hear her, but she knew he had.

"Do you not want to see your visitor? You should have told Heidi, I know there's no appointment…"

"Nah…I do want to…I think…I dunno..not sure..Christ, first Terry !"

"Heidi said she had an English accent, is it someone from your past then?"

He flopped down in his chair, scratching his head and screwing his face up further.

"Well possibly..I mean Heidi said she claimed to be contacting me with regards to my youth in England…but I took a quick look and I don't recognise her, and the name…Hazel Whiting…Don't remember that either"

Gill sighed sometimes this 'genius' could be so silly.

"Well you can either bring her in here and then, I'm sure she will enlighten you. Or, if you like, I can go out and interrogate her?"

"Oh VERY funny Foster, haha. Well I guess I'd better have her in here"

As he went to push the button that went through to reception Gill grinned at him.

"I can stay…If you're worried, or nervous Cal, or perhaps call Reynolds and have him stand in the corner with his gun on show…."

"Piss off Foster, go and wind up Loker and Torres, and no listening at the door trying to catch little titbits of my childhood – clear off!"

As Heidi showed his guest into his office, he finally a good look at her, and he was still none the wiser.

He made a quick mental study:

Appox 5ft 6, blond hair that was held back in a French pleat so he had no way of knowing how long it was, startling blue eyes, a full mouth but with a hint of 'cupids bow' shape.

She was dress casually in jeans (extremely well fitting, but expensive) A grey sweatshirt topped the outfit off but although it was loosely fitted, it couldn't quite hide the fullness of her breasts or the curve into her slim waist.

"Dr Lightman? – Cal Lightman?" She holding what appeared to be a small oldish looking photo.

"Well, not the scrawny looking thing that you were are you? Why is it that men seem to mostly improve with age, whereas us women….." She trailed off with a short musical, but nervous laugh.

Her accent was definately English, but far more refined than his.

"Yes, hello. Sorry to have kept you waiting so long,err 'ad a phone call that went on longer than expected…Sit down – please."

He indicated the couch, and she sat.

It was a neat but tense posture, hands in lap, legs together and crossed at the ankle, back straight.

"Well, I sorry if this sounds rude luv, but I don't think I know you"

He stood in front of her hands in pockets.

"Oh no, no, you don't. I am so sorry I thought I explained it to your receptionist – I have come here on behalf of someone you knew, she asked me to come"

"I don't suppose you'd like to tell me who SHE is? And why she couldn't contact me herself?- Would you like a drink by the way, I can ask Heidi to bring some in?"

"Right- Where do I start…I would love some Tea please, I'm here on behalf of Chloe, and she couldn't come herself because.. well I'm sorry but she is dead. I'm her executer and you are in her will" She finished the sentence quickly but flashed Cal a sincere half smile of sympathy.

Chloe – He thought – Chloe Hodgson- Now her he DID remember…But Dead! That hit him a bit harder than he would have imagined it might.

"Shit! Chloe's dead. That's…Christ that's sad. I've got no idea why I should be in her will tho- Sorry ..wot happened, I mean how did she…?"

The woman stood and put a very light hand on his shoulder.

"Maybe you should sit down for a few moments Dr. Lightman. Would it be ok if I were to just pop out and ask that nice lady – Heidi wasn't it? – if she could bring us both in something to drink"

Not actually waiting for a reply Ms Whiting was half out of the door before he could say "Err yeah, that would be great, thanx"

Leaning forward he picked up the photo that she had left on the table. It brought a grin it his face, god, what was he there? Couldn't have been more than 17 -18 maybe, and, yes scrawny was a good description!

Then there was Chloe standing in his arms, they were both laughing, the girls hair was pure black and down past her shoulders, it was wavy and wild, emerald green eyes that had a clear twinkle in them and heavily fringed with thick long black eyelashes. He was lost in his memories when Ms Whiting re-entered the room.

"Drinks on their way. Oh, I didn't realise I'd left that out. There are lots more of those – photos I mean"

"Really! I never knew many had been taken. Is that wot Chloe left me? Our photo's – That was nice of her but, it's a long way to cum to deliver them luv, you could have posted them yer know"

"That's OK, the journey isn't a problem, besides there are other things as well, and Chloe specifically asked me to hand deliver to you. There are some things that she wasn't sure if you would want to keep so, well if that's the case, she wants me to take them back with me"

Cal looked at the woman next to him on the couch.

She was a bit of a strange mixture he thought. In some ways she appeared very confident and self assured, like the way she just took control of the drinks situation, and in general the way she stood, walked, spoke. Looking at her now though, just in her face, there was hesitancy, nervousness and just the smallest hint of vulnerability.. He tried one of his more gentle smiles, trying to reassure her, "Well it's starting to sound like this might be a tad complicated – is it?"

"Well, maybe a little. It's more..things I have to tell you…say to you, that again are quite specific, but I promised her so…"

"Right, well.. as much as you have now got me a little nervous and worried … might I suggest that this might be better if we postpone the proceedings until this evening, if you are free? I thought maybe you could come round to mine, have a light meal, sit more comfortably before we 'get in' to all of this. I can promise you that you will be safe, I have a teenage daughter that has the most control over me than anyone…"

She seemed to relax a little and smiled at him.

"I agree. That sounds like a good idea to me. If you would be good enough to jot down your address for me, and a convenient time while we are waiting for our drinks, and I will leave you to your business and see you this evening"

Heidi came in with the drinks as if on cue.

He wrote down the information she needed, and they made polite goodbyes.

As soon as the lifts doors had closed he made his way to Fosters office.