First of all, thanks for your comments, they did it – they made me write the story on. And with the help of my beta, i hope it'll turn out good :D Now i've got just one thing to ask. I'm a new huge fan of the Practice (and Helen Gamble esp). Is there anyone around here who likes her?

Enjoy the new chapter, and please tell me smth :P

The day just went from bad to worse. First, there was this call from Emily saying she'd not come because she preferred to spend the weekend with her friends rather than accompanying her old dad. Then, the big guy from the FBI came and it became obvious that Cal wouldn't have a normal family time any soon – as three bombs had gone off in the last 24 hours, killing several high ranking undercover agents. The situation clearly needed the Lightman Groups assistance.

By the time he'd get his hands on lunch, Foster was still not answering her phone, nor has anyone seen her since yesterday evening (when she and Cal had a rather unpleasant conversation about their relationships – or maybe the lack of it).

He'd sent Locker and Torres to help the FBI with their terrorist threat, and sighed, looking thru some papers he'd just got for a new engagement.

As he was nearly finished with the reports the FBI gave him, there were breaking news on TV – a new explosion happened just minutes ago. Lightman ignored it, and kept his head down to the papers, up until he heard them telling where the incident had occurred.

A cold shiver went down his spine as he realized a club had been bombed, the one where Emily and her friends were supposed to be now.

"Hey Cal" he heard a female voice from behind. "I just…"

He turned to see Foster standing in the door entrance. She noticed his face had a look of horror and shock on it,

"What happened?"

"Emily" he nodded towards the TVset, and he stormed out of the office. "She was in there"/ He walked fast and Foster had to nearly run to follow.

"Cal, are you sure she…" she tried talking to him again as they reached the car.

"What I am sure of … If anything happened to my daughter I'll find and kill whoever was involved". Foster looked away, biting her lip. She could feel his rage, his fear and his desperation. They drove fast, much faster than it was actually allowed within the city.

By the time they arrived, the FBI had surrounded the premises and the EMTs were about to transport the bodies to morgue (or at least what was left of those bodies).

"Do we have their names?" Cal shouted, and Foster tried to step as close to him as possible.

"Not yet, Mr Lightman. There's not much left, so we'll have to run dental records… and maybe DNA at some point."

Cal's hands were shaking, he could barely breath, and his eyes were bloody red.

"Do we have witnesses? Any? Please?" he spoke faster with each word.

The FBI agent shook his shoulders still unaware of the true reason Lightman was here himself.

"Well, sort of… there are two guys who claim they saw something, but are only willing to give it if we will protect them. They are very frightened."

"Do we know what they saw?" Foster looked at Cal, worried. He continued as if he didn't see her expression. "Ideas? Any?"

TBC