Lightman Group hallway

FBI special agent Bernard Dillon walked through the big glass door of Lightman Group, nervously holding a manila file folder and suddenly stopped in the track when he heard someone calling his name.

'Beeeeernard!' a British accent came from somewhere nearby and he saw Cal Lightman, the co-owner of this company, striding straight towards him.

'I thought we were done with the shining FBI.' Cal sounded sarcastically, 'or YOU, for that matter!'

'Dr. Lightman, it's been a long time. How you doing lately?' the nervous FBI tried a smile.

'Oh, do me a favor, cut the crap.' Cal waved his hand in the air like he was waving away a fly or something, 'just tell me why you are here and FYI, you should know that you are very much unwelcomed here.'

Bernard felt quite embarrassed but he had to do this. 'Look, Dr. Lightman, I know I promised to leave your company alone and you know I wouldn't be here unless I have to. Here's the thing, I'm kindly asking a favor from you and Dr. Foster and this is REALLY important.' Bernard finished up his prepared talk fast and waited for Cal's reply.

Cal shrugged, 'Does the FBI always take themselves that seriously? I mean, every time you said it's important, urgent or critical, it turned out to be some kind of childish prank.' Cal didn't even try to hide the contempt in his voice.

'You will be paid, WELL.' Bernard was grabbing the last life-saving straw.

'Oh, that's new. Well, I don't care about money, but this may make Foster happy.' He stepped forward, shortening the distance between himself and the agent, 'just for the heads up, Foster's…uh…kinda going through a rough time, middle life crisis maybe? She's a little bit cranky… so you better make it a solid offer.'

'Did I hear cranky?' Dr. Gillian Foster appeared right behind Cal and talked into his ear.

'Bloody hell, woman. You've got to stop doing this or I'll have a heart attack.' Cal jumped aside and yelled.

Foster seemed entertained by doing this to his partner, 'come on, Cal. A heart attack? Seriously? Your heart is just as stubborn as your temper.' She then turned to look at Bernard, face hardening, 'what do you want?'

Bernard was almost taken aback by the cold voice that came from the beautiful doctor, 'I…I just told Dr. Lightman that I needed a favor…'

'And what makes you think that we'd give it to you?' Foster asked.

'It's not a pro bono, Gill, we'll be paid, WELL.' Cal added.

Foster turned to see Cal making a funny face and gestured towards her shoes, 'I think it's time you bought yourself a new pair of shoes and bought me that very expensive scotch you drank the other day.'

'Fine. Let's hear what you've got, agent Dillon. And then WE decide whether we take it or not.' On saying this, Foster walked to the conference room.