A/N: The response to this story was just overwhelming. You guys are amazing. 7 reviews for one chapter! That never happens. Thank you so much, and here's another chapter!

By the end of the day Cal and Loker had solved the case they were working and had delivered the result. Loker disappeared and Cal retreated to his office. He decided to lie down on the couch for just a few minutes.

Gillian walked into Cal's office to drag him home and found him asleep on his couch again. She crossed the room, set her jacket and purse down on the table and knelt beside him.

"Cal," she said, poking him in the arm.

"What's up Foster?" he asked without opening his eyes.

"Time to go home," she told him. He rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"Already love?"

"Come on, Cal. Are you awake enough to drive home?" Gillian asked, standing up and grabbing her things. Cal stood up and wandered over to his desk to get his jacket, yawning.

"Don't worry Foster, I'm fine."

They walked out to their cars together.

"Now, you go straight home. Emily is going to text me when you get there, so I'll know if you don't."

"If you're so worried love, why don't you drive?"

"Alright. Get in," Gillian said. She drove to his house and he unlocked the door. Gillian allowed herself this fantasy; that they were happy, that they were happy together.

"Hey Dad, hey Gill," Emily called from upstairs.

"Hi Emily," Gillian called back. Cal tossed his coat over a chair in the kitchen and Gillian set her jacket and purse on a chair. Emily came downstairs.

"I didn't know what you wanted for dinner Dad, so I didn't start anything."

"I was thinking beans on toast," Cal said walking over to the cabinet were he kept the beans.

"Uhm, Dad, why don't you and Gill go sit in the living room and I'll cook."

"Are you sure, Em? Cal could go take a nap and we could make something."

"Whatever you want, I mean, I don't mind if you two want to talk."

"I for one, vote for you two cooking while I take a nap," Cal said.

Emily looked at Gillian, who caught her eye. Gill nodded.

"Okay, Cal. Go lay down," Gill said. Cal left the room, and Emily and Gill heard the TV turn on, a fact that they chose to ignore.

"What'd you want to make for dinner?" Gillian asked.

"I was thinking seafood fettuccini, if that's okay with you. Dad likes it."

"Sure."

Gill and Emily spent the next hour and a half creating a delicious looking and smelling dinner, with Gill's favorite, chocolate pudding for desert. Cal even came to the doorway of the kitchen to ask what smelled good. The two women shooed him out without telling him what they were making.

"Bloody hell Foster, it's my house. Let me in the kitchen."

"Cal," Gill said.

"Go away Dad," Emily told him. He gave her a mock-hurt look, but left the room.

When the seafood dish was finishing cooking, Emily pulled out some vegetables to make a salad. They set three places at the dining room table and dished out three servings. Emily carried the plates into the dining room while Gill went to get Cal.

"Dinner's ready Cal," Gill told him from the doorway. When he didn't move, she walked into the room and realized that his eyes were closed and he held the TV remote loosely in his hand. Gill took the remote from him and turned the TV off. Emily appeared in the doorway.

"Is he asleep?" she asked.

"Guess so," Gill replied. "I hate to wake him."

"I'll do it. Dad," Emily said. "Dad wake up."

"Emily," Cal said, suddenly alert. "Are you okay?"

"Dinner's ready, Dad. Come on."

Cal stood up and followed Foster and his daughter in the direction of the dining room. It wasn't anything spectacular. The room wasn't decorated or anything and the place settings were simple. Cal, being Cal sat down and started eating before Emily and Gill were even standing beside the table.

"Dad!"

"What?" he asked with his mouth full.

Gill and Emily sat down.

"This is good," Cal told them between mouthfuls. They ate their dinner, and had a pleasant conversation about nothing in particular.

Gill shooed Cal back to the living room while she and Emily cleared the table and got desert. She poured some wine for her and Cal and was about to pour grape juice into a wine glass for Emily, when she was interrupted.

"Can't I have a glass of wine too?" Emily asked.

"No, your dad would be furious."

"So we tell him it's grape juice," Emily countered. "I'm not going anywhere tonight. You and Dad are here. Nothing's going to happen Gill."

"I know you're a good kid Emily, but..."

"Please? I suppose I can always go one of those frat parties."

"Alright. But it's grape juice," Gill said with a smile and poured wine into a third glass for Emily.

They carried the large bowls of pudding and the wine glasses out to join Cal in the living room. Emily took the remote away from him and shut the TV off while Gill handed him his desert to shut him up.

"You expect me to eat all this?" Cal asked, brandishing his spoon at the bowl of pudding he was handed.

"I'll finish it for you," Emily offered as she sat on the couch beside him. Gill sat on his other side and tucked her legs up under her. Cal didn't reply, he just started in on his pudding.

Gillian and Emily finished their pudding at the same time, and both began eyeing Cal's bowl.

After a minute or two, Emily stole a spoonful of Cal's pudding. Cal ignored this, so Gillian took one. He looked at her, and smiled. She shrugged her shoulders and Emily stole another spoonful. Gill laid her head on Cal's shoulder and stole a second.

In a few minutes, the three of them had finished Cal's pudding. Emily turned on the TV to a pointless reality show that she liked. When the show was over, Cal was asleep again. Emily was about to poke him awake, but Gill stopped her. Emily watched with interest as Gill climbed into Cal's lap, her skirt sliding up her legs. Gill planted a kiss right on Cal's lips, and Emily started giggling. She quickly covered her mouth as her dad started to wake up. Gillian put her hands on Cal's shoulders as he woke up.

"Foster, what?"

"Time for bed Cal," she said.

"I must be dreaming," Cal said. "Did you just imply that we're going to bed together?"

"Dad!" Emily exclaimed.

"What darling? I'm a big boy; I can have a sleepover with a beautiful woman if I want to."

Gillian blushed.

"TMI, Dad. Should I be going to a friend's house?"

"Don't worry Em, I'm not staying."

At this Emily flashed relief but also disappointment. Cal didn't notice, but Gillian sure as hell did. She slid off his lap and stood up.

A/N: On a slightly irrelevent note, I'd love to chat with anyone about the show, ffn, or life in general, so feel free to PM for an email address if you'd like. Thanks again!