This chapter is dedicated to the three dear people who reviewed and offered kind words of encouragement- , Nagini85 and Rugbygirrl. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the courage to continue!*hugs*

Disclaimer- "Lie to Me" and its characters belong to Fox and Samuel Baum Productions. I have merely adapted them for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement intended.

Timeline- Post Killer App, 3x13.

Rating- T (For some coarse language, nothing suggestive)

That's it, he decided. He had had enough. Time to come out in the open. He would make her speak and then decide on his course of action- to bash that fellow up so that he wouldn't gather up courage to look at another living woman again; or maybe to hang him on the gallows. All he wanted now was the courage to look into her eyes and ask her about him outright. Then he would make his choice.

"Ok, Foster," he said with a sneer, "I can see what's going on. You are insulting my intelligence by pretending, and I won't have it any longer. Out with it now!"

She continued to look at him quizzically, staring at him in that calm, placid manner that she usually reserved for their clients. Her face was inscrutable, showing absolutely no semblance of emotion or expression. It was times like these that unnerved him the most. He hated it when he couldn't tell what was going on in her mind. Cal Lightman, lie detector extraordinaire, could easily tackle the most roguish of criminals, the most cunning of serial killers, and the cockiest police officers who thought they could challenge his skills. But when it came to her, he was lost. Irrevocably lost. She was his blind spot, after all- a fact she knew and took full advantage of.

After what felt like hours, her face visibly softened, and gave way to a killer smile. "Cal", she simply said, and stood up. Taking elegant strides in her heels, she came and stood directly in front of him. He had not expected this close proximity, and took a step back unconsciously. Great, hethought. Way to make this more harder.

But all the unease that he felt immediately disappeared when he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder. As usual, she could placate him in his most troubled times with the simple, reassuring touch of her soft fingers.

However, his thoughts soon flew back to the agonizing moments of the entire week. Wondering who she was with; how he was; where she had met him. And more importantly, the dull pain that throbbed in his stomach when he thought of her and him. Together.

The comfort he had felt a moment ago disappeared, and was replaced by a cold, righteous anger. She thought she could sway him so easily, did she? Well, she was wrong. He wouldn't fall so easily for it this time. She had to know how he felt. After years of suppressing unrequited feelings, he didn't have it in him to hold it any longer. Yes, she has to know, he decided, a renewed sense of determination taking over his being.

Author's Note-

I had declared that this fic will be a two-shot, but in the process of writing I felt that it requires some elaboration. But as promised, I will finish and post the entire thing by today. *pinky promise*.So, continue to watch this space for more.