A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys; I really appreciate all the comments. Like I said, I'm not sure where I'm going with this but I feel slightly addicted to writing it now so we shall have to see what happens. Here's the next chapter, hope you like it. I am trying to build the story up slowly as I would like to write a few chapters.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own nothing to do with LTM.

Chapter 2- Dinner Conversation

Gillian stood in her bedroom in front of her wardrobe agonising over what to wear, she couldn't really explain why what she wore to the dinner mattered but it did. So there she was pulling out outfit after outfit but getting nowhere. Then at the back of her wardrobe she found the perfect LBD which she had forgotten about. Pulling it out, she smiled as the outfit came together in her mind. She hung the dress on the wardrobe door and moved to the bathroom to shower. Whilst showering she spent her time thinking back to that night, when they had first met. The way his eyes had lingered on hers for a second too long, how he hadn't wasted time in coming over to buy her a drink and how they had spent hours and hours exploring each other's bodies. Every time she thought back to that night she wondered how he could have just left and then she got angry. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she got out of the shower and started to get ready for an evening that was likely to change her life.

Half an hour later she pulled into the car park and spotted Cal leaning against his car waiting for her.

"Hey" she greeted him as she got out of the driver's seat and locked her car.

"Hey love" he greeted her, leaning towards her to place a kiss on her cheek but it landed near the corner of her mouth. He saw the surprise flash across her face but she said nothing, which he decided to take as a good sign. He let his hand fall onto the small of her back as he guided her towards the restaurants entrance. Once seated he finally took in her appearance, she was a woman who loved to make an effort but one that could get away with making very little. He had always thought she was a beautiful woman but tonight she exceeded his expectations. This woman was likely to be the death of him.

"So, how was the rest of your afternoon?" he asked as he titled his head to one side ensuring he had the perfect angle to read her reaction.

She smiled slightly, knowing exactly what he was playing at. "It was fine….a bit boring actually. Unfortunately my most interesting patient has discharged himself" she teased referring to their sessions.

"Oh what a selfish bastard" he retorted, laughing along with her as she giggled at his response. The banter between them came easily and that spark they had both felt on the night they first met years ago remained firm.

They ordered their food and a comfortable silence fell between them as they sipped the drinks that had just been placed in front of them. They spent some time exchanging small talk before Gillian decided that it was time to confront Cal about what had happened that night. They had danced around it for long enough and if they were going to move forward with their friendship she needed to know.

"Cal…" she began but he interrupted her by leaning across the table and placing his hand on hers.

"Gill, listen, before we get into that, I need to ask you something" he responded, his eyes begging her to trust him for now.

She silently answered him and squeezed his hand to let him know he should continue. She allowed her hand to remain in his as she waited patiently for him to ask his question, she was assuming this is what he had wanted the space for.

"As you know, I quit my job at the Pentagon and it was actually a decision I made because of something you suggested. I want to start my own company Gill, one where I am helping people find the truth and not helping the Government cover up their lies" he explained as he unconsciously stroked her hand.

"That's great Cal, as I said I think it is something you should pursue so I'm really happy that you are" she replied smiling slightly.

"That's not everything love. I can't do this all alone and so I need a partner and, well, I want it to be you" he remarked as the waiter approached their table with two plates of food. Cal waited until the waiter had left before he asked Gill what she was thinking.

"Hang on, you wanted me to wait to talk about our history because you wanted to ask me to join you in opening up a company?" she asked in disbelief.

"Pretty much yea, don't let you food go cold though love" he said as he shrugged his shoulders and dug into his plate of spaghetti bolognese.

She made no movement to begin eating the pasta that sat in front of her; instead she dragged her eyes up to his. She felt angry that he was attempting to manipulate her into working with him without even giving her some truthful answers. For a man who had built a career on detecting deception and finding out the truth, he was awful when it came to being truthful himself.

"I need to know why Cal" she said as she watched him avoiding her eye contact and focusing instead on his plate of food.

"I can't explain it Gill, it's in the past now, it doesn't matter. Can't we move on?" he asked before shovelling more food into his mouth. He briefly looked up and could see that Gillian was starting to get angrier as he continued to brush her questions aside. He had made a mistake by suggesting it wasn't relevant any more but he couldn't back peddle now.

"It doesn't matter?" she questioned, the anger becoming more and more evident in her voice and on her face. She couldn't believe that he actually thought how he had treated her no longer mattered. She had been devastated the morning she woke up to find him gone and now here he was insinuating that her feelings meant nothing. "Do you even care how I felt that morning? How I felt about being used by the one man I felt a true connection with?"

"Of course darling but you won't get the answers you want so why bother" he replied finally looking into her eyes. He could see she was on the verge of running and he needed her to stay. He pushed his plate aside and tried to take hold of her hand but she snatched it away.

"I cannot believe you aren't going to explain yourself, you think I'm not owed that at least?" her voice was getting higher in pitch and louder in volume; he winced at how upset she looked.

He just stared at her, not sure how he was going to get out of this one. What exactly was he meant to say to her, that he had known she was the one woman for him, the one woman he wanted to bear his soul to but that he had gotten scared and bolted? God only knows how cowardly that would sound; he couldn't let her see his weakness and he knew she wouldn't believe him…it sounded like a line to him so god knows what it would sound like to her. So he did what he had to do and he let her be angry towards him, in the hope that she would get over it soon.

She decided to take his silence as all the confirmation she needed that he wasn't going to give her the truth. She grabbed her bag from under the table, stood up and stalked her way out of the restaurant without a second glance at Cal.