I don't own anything about the show, but I do own Amy. So don't steal her from me, and I will know if you do! I practically sit on the Lie to Me category.

Cal Lightman sat in his office, bored. Gillian Foster said that she had a surprise for him, but that had been two hours ago. Since she was feeling better, Gillian was being… strange. Awkward, Cal corrected himself.

He had just being a good friend. Who wouldn't try to comfort a colleague when there was a chance she could have been tortured, blinded, raped, and then possibly killed? But, just the thought of that made his hands clench into fists on his desk.

An assistant stopped in the doorway, leaning in. "Mr. Lightman, there's a visitor in the foyer for you."

Cal got up and followed her down the hallway. Standing there was Gillian, who he saw first. Next to her, there was a teenage girl, with dusty brown hair that fell straight to her shoulders. She was tall, almost as tall as Gillian.

"Hey," he said quickly, leaning against the wall. A secretive smile flashed across the girl's face, as if she knew a secret no one else did.

"Cal, this is Amy. Amy, this is-," Gillian said softly.

Amy cut her off. "Dr. Lightman. I'd recognize you anywhere." She grinned.

Cal and Gillian exchanged a glance. "Where?" he asked cautiously. He had never realized how pressing the press could really be.

She rolled her eyes, the smiled faltering. "One, I've seen you on TV. Two, Aunt Gillian and Uncle Alec talk about you all the time."

Gillian bit her lip. "Amy is my niece," she explained, unnecessarily.

"Yeah, I got that," Cal replied, still studying this teenager. She was a little younger than Emily. She still had a ghost of childlike charm, which she seemed to be flaunting.

He looked at Foster again. Her short hair was down and straight, a style he was beginning to be comfortable with. There were still a few scratches on the skin not covered by her dress and jacket.

Her brown-green eyes flickered to his, and for one fleeting moment, everything else vanished.

So when Amy coughed, he jerked a little in surprise. Amy looked up, embarrassed. "Sorry, I think I'm getting a cold," she said simply.

She noticed tan woman with black hair watching. Cal also saw her. "It's Torres," he explained. "The only naturalof the Lightman Group." He said the word with a half-sneer.

"Natural, huh?" Amy muttered.

"Yeah. Lightman was against hiring her at first," Gillian spoke up.

"She still hasn't had much training," Cal replied gruffly.

"So? She's almost as good as you."

"No, she isn't. No one can live up to my standards."

Amy looked back at the two, but they seemed to have forgotten she was here. Good. She inched over to the woman.

"Hi," she said in a low voice.

Torres, who had been watching Cal and Gillian with a tiny smile on her face, was a bit startled by the girl's presence. "Oh, um, hello. I'm Ria Torres."

Amy smiled a little. Everyone was so easy to twist to her satisfaction. "Amy Foster."

Ria looked surprised. "I thought Foster didn't have a daughter."

Amy shook her head. "She doesn't. I'm her niece," she explained smoothly. "But that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. You seriously see almost everything Lightman sees, but had no training?"

Torres nodded warily.

"That's good. I'm guessing you've seen me from when Lightman came out." Again, Torres nodded as a response. "And you didn't see either lie I told?"

"Lie?! What lie? You told the truth the whole time!" Torres contradicted. The kid hadn't shone any signs of lying. It was impossible.

Amy rolled her eyes. "That's the point. I told two lies – think you can figure them both out?"

Torres was quiet for a minute. "When you said you were getting a cold?"

"Yep. I was just getting annoyed by those two staring at each other."

"You have no idea what it can be like."

Amy laughed softly. She glanced over her shoulder at them. They were still talking about something. But Gillian was just smiling at whatever Cal was saying. A sly grin crept onto Amy's face.

"Tell me something," she said unexpectedly. She looked away from her aunt's shining eyes to Ria's pretty face.

"What is it?" Ria replied, wary again. Everyone seriously needed to loosen up.

Amy contemplated her question for a few seconds. "Are they normally like this? Like all obvious they love each other?"

"About seven-five percent of the time. Trust me; it gets to be extremely annoying. Can you imagine trying to work with the two 'lovebirds' of the office? It's sickening!" But as she spoke, Amy saw that there was more. Something else…

"Anything else?" she prompted.

Ria looked away from the younger woman back up to Cal and Gillian. They appeared to be very busy, probably playfully teasing each other about something. Then no one but Amy would ever know her one secret.

"Look," Ria whispered, leaning down. "I'm not supposed to be telling anyone this, since I'm not supposed to know, but your aunt and uncle are… separated." When Amy didn't look startled, just expecting, she went on. "But Cal is still close to his ex-wife, Zoe. Gillian doesn't want her to come back. And Cal's daughter, Emily – who should be around here somewhere – seems to already look up to Gillian as a guardian."

Amy grinned. "Thanks so much," she said to Ria. Then she went back to her aunt and the kind of creepy guy. "Hey, Dr. Lightman," she interrupted, sounding timid. "Do you know where your daughter is? Ms. Torres suggested that I go talk with her." A tiny, hopeful smile was on her lips.

Cal nodded, tearing his gaze unwillingly from his colleague to the girl. "Oh, I think she's in my office." Then he explained the way to get there. When he was done, Amy nodded, smiling wider now, and she started down the hall.

Once she had turned the corner, though, she stopped in her tracks. There was Ria, arms folded, leaning against the wall in a very "Lightman-y" way.

"Oh, hi! I was just going to find Emily. Dr. Lightman said she would be-"

Ria didn't give her change to finish. "What was the other lie you told?"

"What are you talking about?" Amy asked in reply, faking innocence.

"Oh you know exactly what the- what I'm talking about. Earlier, you said you told two lies. One was about you getting a cold. What was the other?"

Amy pretended to think for a minute. "Oh, yeah. I remember now." She stretched up on her toes to whisper in Ria's ear, "The other lie? That was when I said Uncle Alec and Aunt Gillian talk about him all the time." She leaned back. "They never talk about him, except when my mom asks Aunt Gillian about work. But once I found a notebook of hers, and inside there was a million things about him." She glanced down the hall.

When she was certain her Aunt wasn't coming anytime soon, she said in a low voice, "And the last thing she had written was that she loved him. That she loved him with every molecule of her body and would die for him. That Uncle Alec is as blind as a bat if he never saw it."

Ria was shocked into silence. When she finally did speak, it was a soft "No way…"

Amy smiled and turned on her heel. Naturals were so fun to play with. There wasn't really a notebook, although it seemed like something Aunt Gillian would have.

Finally, she arrived at Dr. Lightman's office, and just as he had predicted, there was a girl a little older than herself lounged on a loveseat reading a thick novel. Shyly, Amy tapped on the door.

Emily looked up and motioned for her to come in.

"Everyone here is nuts," Amy complained as she shut the door behind her.

"Tell me about it."