Disclaimer: Lie To Me and it's cannon characters do not belong to me. I'm honestly not sure who it/they belong to right now and I'm too tired to look it up, but I do know it's not me. I have no interest in making any monetary profit from this work of fan fiction.

Author's Note: I've been debating with myself about posting this since it's not beta'd and no where near finished and is not my usual fandom and is meant to be the prologue to what could turn into a lengthy fic and that scares me given I've never actually finished a longer fic. Those are the cons. The pro to posting it, is that maybe someone (or even a few someones) currently interested in the fandom will find it appealing enough to want to possibly trade a few emails about where this could go/offer advice and or encouragement. Right now the pro seems to outweigh the cons. So here goes nothing.

P.S. to anyone from the Primeval fandom that reads this, I have not forgotten my 'Say It With…" series and I promise I am working on the 2nd Valentine's Day installment. That file is in fact open now and has been most of the day. I just needed to get the LTM muses to let Becker and Jess muses get a word/thought in edgewise.

Dec. 22, 2012

Loker eased the door open slowly not wanting to disturb Emily if she was asleep. He wanted desperately to see her and at the same time was hesitant to step inside the hospital room and face this latest shift in his reality.

Emily's back;

Lightman's little girl;

The precocious kid who'd been the first one to make him feel welcome at The Lightman Group.

The 'funky old soul' fifteen year old that saw more than she should, felt more than she should and scared the hell out of him with a kiss that he still wasn't sure had been an innocent misunderstanding or a blatant moment of female manipulation.

The wise-beyond-her-years-and-too-much-like her father-for-anyone's-own-good seventeen-going-on-adulthood-year-old fed up with being treated like a kid.

That Emily.

His Emily.

Because sometime in the last year he'd started having serious problems remembering that she was the boss' daughter and after the last time he'd seen her he sure as hell had trouble thinking of her as the boss' little girl.

So yeah, his Emily, back from wherever she'd taken off to all those months before. And let's not forget,' his battered psyche reminded him, 'lying in a hospital bed, pregnant, hurt, scared and alone. And she called you. She called you, not Lightman.'

He bounced his head against the door jam currently holding him up. "Forget fired. I'm so dead."