Gillian Foster was frustrated. She'd come into Cal's office to go through the accounts with him because something wasn't adding up and she couldn't find it. She was pretty sure it had something to do with him and his tendency to be so flippant with the company finances. But since she'd come in he'd managed to evade her questioning quite admirably and was now holding her off for a moment while he looked up something on his computer.

After five minutes of waiting Gillian realised he wasn't looking up anything at all.

"What are you doing?" she asked but he seemed reluctant to stir from his concentration. Without drawing his eyes from the screen he replied,

"What?"

"What are you doing?" she repeated, slowly and more condescending.

"Repetition. Love-One." He smirked as he clicked the mouse. Gillian raised an eyebrow, thoroughly confused.

"What?" She asked again, her tone raising and he finally lifted his head at the sound of an apparently angry Gillian. He raised an eyebrow, innocent face in place.

"Sorry, what?" Gillian was about to ask about the previous exchange but thought better of it.

"What are you doing?" she pointed at the computer screen. He glanced at it then looked back at her.

"Research." The corner of her mouth curled up in contempt and he pointed at it, raising an eyebrow, letting her know he'd seen it. She sighed, leaning back in her chair, kicking her feet onto the corner of his desk, right in his eyeline. She noticed him flinch but he covered himself pretty well.

"Research my foot" she said irritably. This time Cal did look up, taking in the sight of her long les draped across his desk.

"Ok. Anything else you want me to research while I'm down there?" She looked up at this, his eyes catching hers and the glint becoming all too evident in his. She smirked and decided to play along.

"Not right now. I'm sure you've enough to delve into on the computer." She flicked through the pages of accounts and came to another column with a blank gap and she bit the inside of her cheek. If Cal noticed, he ignored it.

"What, this? Nah, I've read it all before." She dropped the accounts on the desk.

"Cal! You're supposed to be helping me find out why our accounts aren't balancing, not reading research from ten years ago!" She couldn't hide the anger in her voice now. He was wasting hr time and having a laugh about it. Did he not realise she had better things to be doing? He held up his hands in the surrender style just as she was about to start again.

"Gill, luv. Calm down. I'm wracking my brains luv, really I am. You know me, I remember better when I'm thinking about something completely different." This explanation seemed to calm her. She knew what he was saying was true. She'd seen it so many times. He'd be trying to figure out a suspect and suddenly he'd remember where he'd left his phone or the remote for the video link. She nodded in acceptance and picked up her files again. He just managed to suppress a grin as he watched her. He looked around him, sighing loudly. She dropped the file from her face.

"What now?" He shook his head, shrugged, 'it's nothing'. She dropped the file.

"Cal…" she said in that warning tone. She wondered if he'd remembered where the extra funds had been spent. She also wondered if they were either stupid or illegal.

"Well, your rant's gone and killed my interest in this research." He pointed at the screen sheepishly.

"Find some more."

"I have but I don't think you'll appreciate it." She looked over the file; it hid the rest of her face. She raised an eyebrow in question.

"Well, you told me to research your foot." He looked down at it and shrugged. "I've done that. Your feet aren't that interesting luv. Anything else you want me to…delve into, while I'm down here." Gillian dropped the file to see him grinning like a Cheshire cat. She swallowed moan of annoyance and shook her head.

"In your dreams, Cal."

"Well, you should know. You were there." Gillian smirked, really quite pleased with the attention but it was getting her nowhere on her accounts. She stood up, gathering her papers up in her arms. She leaned across the table, knowingly giving Cal and eyeful down her top. She reached and pushed the power button on his computer. He hadn't even noticed because his eyes were fixated down her shirt. Straightening up, she cleared her throat and he snapped out of his leering.

"When you remember what you did with that extra funding, put it on a memo and send it to me." She turned and walked towards the door just as Torres entered, her intention to ask Lightman for what was effectively a consult. Cal decided to have one last bit of fun before Gillian scarpered.

"Hey Foster? If I be a good boy and find out where the finances are mucked up….can I continue that research I was telling you about?" Gillian looked back at him from the door, spotting the microsecond of a smirk in his face. She didn't spot the glint in his eye but Torres did. There was something going on here. She glanced back at Foster.

"We'll discuss broadening our horizons later." Gillian said simply and Cal's face contorted into a smirk that he didn't even try to hide. He watched as she walked out before turning his attention to Torres.

"Yes Torres?"

"Was that glee I saw?"

"Yep." He smirked. She frowned.

"So exactly what kind of research gets you grinning like that?" She had a fair idea she already knew the answer but was unprepared for his response.

"Well, you know the way Foster did a lot of research and work on virtual reality psychology programmes?" Torres frowned again. This wasn't the deflection she'd expected. What made it worse was the fact that he was such a good liar, his face showed no signs of deception.

"We, Ria Torres, are getting a really big computer game."

I'm afraid of the ending of this being a bit stupid. Anyway, R+R