I do Not own Lie to me or any of the characters ( although i would really like to!)

In My Life…He hates you more.

Cal Lightman rolled over and groaned in pain as he face planted onto the floor of his office. He had anticipated some resistance to his roll in the form of Gillian Foster's body, however, it never came.

"Shit" He cursed as he rubbed his face, eyes darting around the room in search of Gillian. His heart sunk when no trace of her could be found. His office was now in darkness except for the gentle glow of his desk lamp, grunting, he hauled himself to his feet, his body as heavy as his heart. Why has she run off? Did she regret what happened? His mind a blur of confusion he sulked over to his desk to try and call her, as he reached for his phone a small piece of white paper with immaculate writing on it caught his eye.

Cal,

I know what you are thinking and NO! No regrets.

Have borrowed your keys. Meet me back at yours for something more…..

Romantic.

Gill xx

A lopsided smile crept across his face as he pocketed the note. Flicking off his desk lamp he snatched up his phone and car keys. Spinning on his heel he strode out off his office and swaggered down the corridors of the Lightman group building. New feelings, unfamiliar ones now swelled within him. He felt…he felt….how do I feel? He pondered? Contented, at peace, happy, in love? Yes…that's it. In love. His grin widened as he descended in the elevator towards the parking lot. He sighed, not the sigh of someone who was anxious or depressed, it was a cathartic sigh, releasing all the pain and inner turmoil that constantly raged within his soul. For years he had let guilt of past actions, poor decisions and misdeeds erode at him, leaving his exterior hardened and worn. Only Gillian saw that tiny light that was still in him, the smallest flame of compassion, tenderness and love that Emily and her kept alive. Tonight, finally being with Gillian, saying THOSE words that he had held back from her because of rules and lines and marriages to the wrong people, it had ignited that tiny spark and now he was sure that his happiness radiated from ever pore of his body.

Bounding towards his Toyota hybrid, he swung his keys around his finger and began to hum a Beatles song. A faint shuffle to his right caused him to stop momentarily, glancing around the dimly lit parking lot. Shaking his head he carried on my imagination, humming again. The next sound stopped him dead in his tracks.

"And in Myyyyyyyyyy Life, I love you more!" A heavily accented British voice belted out note perfect. Cal's blood ran cold, swallowing hard he slowly turned to face the owner of the voice, which carried on singing.

"Though I know I'll never lose affection, for people and things that went before. I know I'll often stop and think about them, but in myyyyyyyy life, I love you more. In myyyyyyyyyyyy life, I love you more." The owner of the voice let out a gruff laugh. "That's a crock of shit though isn't it Lightman. You've never really loved anyone, not even your family." The man hissed as he began to emerge from the shadows. He was dressed head to toe in loose black clothing. He wore thick, black leather gloves and the hood of his jacket obscured his face, Cal didn't need to see his face to know who the sinister figure was. " You never stop and think about lost loved ones do you? But I do….every day of my pathetic life." He growled.

Cal backed slowly towards his car, fingers groping being his back for the door handle. "What's a matter Lightman?" The hooded stranger cackled "Not happy to see me? But you seemed so happy a second a go, not a care in the world!" that's coz I bloody was, Cal though, his fingers finally wrapping around the door handle. "Well, maybe you want a better look at your handy work hey!" with that the stranger yanked at his hood to reveal a horribly disfigured face. The whole right hand side of his face was covered in severe burns that extended down his neck and beneath the neck of his jumper.

Cal winced, "What do you want Charles?"

The scared man laughed and shook his head incredulously. "What the bloody hell do you think I want? I want revenge, I want you to pay for what you took from me!" he snapped.

"I didn't do this to you Charles, I didn't take anything from you…it….it wasn't my fault" Cal reasoned as he pulled on the door handle.

"You could have stopped it! If you'd have turned up….like you swore you would! You promised her and you let her down….." he began to shake with rage.

"I didn't know…how could I have known and anyway…."

"SHUT UP!" Charles bellowed. "Don't try to put any of the blame onto me…it's your fault. It…it wouldn't have happened that way if you had turned up!" He stepped towards Cal. "I'm going to make you pay, and everyone involved, I'm going to make you all pay for what I lost." Raising his hands he lunged forwards. It hadn't been hard to predict what he was going to do, the signs would have been evident to anyone, let along the for most expert in facial expressions. Cal adeptly side stepped, letting the burly man crash into the side of his car. Seizing his opportunity Cal yanked the door open and slipped into the safety of his car, promptly locking the doors. Charles recovered quickly and began hammering on the windows, slamming the car into drive Cal stopped onto the accelerator. As he tore from the parking lot he glanced back to see Charles' steely glare. The elation that he had felt only a few moments previous and been swallowed by the sickly feeling of dread. This is going to get bloody messy. He sighed, this time it was a sigh of an anxious man, he knew the heartache and loss that Charles Montgomery – Smith had suffered, and he knew that a man who had lost everything and who was encumbered with so much pain was a dangerous man indeed.

A/N Hope you enjoy it. I promise more Callian later on. The song is In My Life by the Beatles ( i don't won that either!) xxx