A/N: So... I don't even really know how this happened. Bottom line - here it is: crack a la mode. Much thanks to Aleia Jade for convincing me that this was a good idea and corrupting my mind.

"Psst, hey! Loker!" Torres whispered.

Loker turned to find his coworker standing in the only alcove invisible to the cameras.

"Stay after work tonight," she said, so quietly that he had to strain his ears to hear her.

"Ria, what –"

"Not now," she said firmly. "Later. After everyone else is gone. Stay." She bustled off into the ladies' room, the one place he wouldn't follow her. Loker glared at her retreating back. She knew he had a phobia of bathrooms.

Left to his own devices, Loker wandered aimlessly down the hallway, thinking that maybe it'd be a good idea to go to his office. It seemed like the good stuff always happened while he was in there, and though that usually meant that he missed most of the excitement, at least he had his porn. He wondered what Torres wanted. Did she want to have sexytiems with him? Wait a second, what about the cameras? Ooh, she was an exhibitionist. He suppressed a shiver of anticipation.

Yes, this could turn out to be a very interesting evening. Goodness knew they needed some excitement in their lives after recent developments.

It was nine o'clock that evening, and Loker watched as the elevator doors closed behind the last overworked secretary. Satisfied that she had finally gone home, he slipped out from behind his stakeout pillar and headed to Torres' office – their planned meeting spot. He had to resist rubbing his hands together with glee. He knew that something good had to come out of the Rader merge.

Although – Loker paused for a moment, leaning against the super-clean glass walls. He missed Lightman. He'd never believed in the clichéd idea that you don't know what you have until it's gone – certainly not when it came to his former boss. But with that cranky bastard gone – it just wasn't the same. He'd contemplated leaving, but where would he go? Rader? Wouldn't have done any good – just two weeks after Lightman's untimely death, Foster had declared the company merger with the Rader firm.

Torres' voice cut the contemplative air like a knife.

"Loker!" she hissed. "What are you doing?"

He looked up to see her strutting toward him in those fantastically high heels of hers.

"Oh, sorry," he said despondently. "Was just thinking."

"Well, cut it out! We'll be late!"

Loker immediately felt his nostalgia vanish with a puff of smoke, and felt himself get slightly aroused. They were going to an orgy? Now that was uncharted territory. He looked down at his jeans. He was sure he wasn't dressed appropriately. Ah, well. Too late now.

"So, where is this shindig?" he asked casually as Torres dragged him down the hallway by the arm.

"Cal's… I mean, Rader's office. And keep it down, you'll scare it away."

An orgy in Rader's office? Wait a second. Something wasn't processing here.

"Scare it away? Scare what away?" Loker was really, really confused.

"In here, come on," Torres wrenched open Rader's office door and he cautiously followed her inside.

It was dark. Really, really dark. He held his hand in front of his face experimentally and couldn't see his fingers.

"One sec," he heard Torres say. At least he could still hear. Then, suddenly –

"OW!" He covered his eyes with his still-raised hand. "You could have warned me that I was about to get blinded!"

"Yeah, well, didn't you know that she likes surprising you? Gets off on the false sense of power, that one does. Though you didn't have to turn on the UV lamp, too, Torres."

Loker froze, then slowly lowered his hand. Unless he was very much mistaken, there was a very much living and breathing Cal Lightman sitting in front of him. Except for the fact that his skin seemed to be sparkling a bit, he seemed to look just the same as the day he died. Besides for – whoa. Loker took a step back. That was a man he'd go for – heck, he was sure any man would. Lightman's features were more defined, as though he'd been cut from stone. He watched as he got up from the couch. His movements were lightning fast, yet so graceful they seemed almost impossibly entrancing.

"What- what happened to you?" Loker stuttered.

"Come with me. Only you, Eli."

Loker stared at him.

"Come with me," Cal repeated, and opened the window and jumped out. Still hanging on to outside wall of the building, he closed it neatly behind him before dropping easily to the ground. Loker and Torres ran over to the window and looked down to the ground below. Lightman beckoned to him with his finger one last time before seemingly disappearing into the night.

Loker looked around at Torres, who seemed absolutely terrified.

"Don't go with him, Eli!" she said urgently. "You don't know what he is, or what he'll do to you! Cal is dead, Loker, but I've been seeing him here the past few nights. All he's ever said before now is your name, so I figured I'd better bring you here."

"What am I supposed to do, then, ignore him? I have to go, Ria, and you can't stop me."

Loker left the office, closing the door on Torres. He heard a crash from inside, but didn't bother going in to investigate lest he lose his resolve. He was doing this. For the former Lightman Group, for his former employer, for himself – he was going to find out what made Cal Lightman sparkle.