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Disclaimers: I absolutely forgot to do this in the first chapter and then it was too late to edit it. I DO NOT OWN the show Lie To Me or any of its characters, as much as I would love to (but then again if I did Cal & Gillian wouldn't be together yet anyway, cause I believe that it should not all be wasted at once ;) Let's keep the suspense!)

Chapter II

"Gill", came the deep, soothing voice, blending into her dream, "wake up, luv".

"No, wait" she moaned, "it's coming, wait…"

"What's coming?" Cal asked with a soft laugh, bemused.

"Shh!" Gillian answered in her sleep, her brow furrowing in annoyance.

"Okay, luv, this is funny, but I need you to open the door for me. I have to pick Emily up".

"Whah?…No, Emily is… Em is… With her friend, Cal stays".

This time he laughed soundly, shaking his head, his chest moving up and down almost rhythmically. The sound of his laughter finished the job and she finally awoke, apparently quite confused as to what had just happened. Cal searched her face, still diverted by her reaction, and stood up.

"What is it?" she asked, blinking several times and adjusting her eyes to the light –or lack thereof.

"You were talking in your sleep. It was actually quite interesting" Cal answered nonchalantly. He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. Gillian flushed and looked down, suddenly embarrassed.

"Really?" her voice went down a little bit. "What did I say?"

"That something was coming and I shouldn't wake you" Cal smiled, now endeared with her embarrassment. "And that I should stay, but I guess that's just normal"; he turned and walked towards the door, and Foster seized that fraction of a second to let the surprise and desperation show on her face before she followed him to open the door, masking her feelings again.

Cal had shrugged it off as a reaction of being caught talking in her sleep, but Gillian was really worried about having said something inappropriate, especially given the nature of her dream. But then again, if she had accidentally said that, in her dream, Cal was about to kiss her, his reaction would've certainly been different, so she assumed that none of that had slipped.

"Thanks for letting me stay" he told her as he walked out and waited for the elevator. She stood beside him, her arms limp and her knees wobbling due to the draining workday. Cal laughed some more and rubbed her arm.

"Don't fall back into sleep just yet" he teased. She smiled and put a hand on his chest, rubbing it lightly with her thumb.

They stayed that way, looking into each other's eyes, relishing in each other's presence, breathing the same air.

Cal cupped her face in his right hand and gave her a brief smile. "You know you can trust me, right?"

Her body shivered under his touch and she put her own hand over his, grinning slightly.

"I think you know the answer to that".

"Now, luv, I always do".

He felt like pushing her against the wall and devouring her right then and there, but it was not the right thing to do. Cal had been thinking that, lately, the right thing to do always seemed wrong in his mind. Deep inside, he knew that Gillian felt the same way to some extent, but he didn't know just how far she was willing to, or would let herself go.

"I'm-" Gillian started, but just then the elevator arrived and she was pulled from her thoughts. She broke eye contact and since then seemed to escape Cal's gaze. On the other hand, he kept trying to recover the connection, eager to hear what she had been about to say. She rubbed a hand against her neck and Cal's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"What?" She looked up and licked her lips, then scolded herself mentally for doing that.

"You're anxious, Foster" he said, stating the obvious.

"I'm- no, it's nothing, nevermind. You should go, Cal, Emily's waiting".

She had somehow found the energy to put her mask back up, and he knew instantly that he was not going to get anything out of her, as much as that bothered him. Yet the intrigue made it so much more interesting. What was so embarrassing that Gillian could not tell him after having just said that she trusted him? He didn't want to push, although he knew that even if she got pissed, it wouldn't be long before she forgave him and everything went back to normal. Except he wasn't sure what qualified as normal anymore.

"Alright, then" he put his hands in his pockets again and shrugged. "I'll see you tomorrow. Sleep well, Foster".

She cringed inside when she heard him call her Foster for the second time that night; it was so much warmer when he called her love.

"You, too" was all she managed to get out, sliding her hand down his chest, touching the buttons on it.

All she wanted was to rip his clothes off and go to bed with him, feel him, touch him, hold him, kiss him so much, all over. She wished with all her heart that he did not have to go, that he would cross the line, that there were no lines at all. She could feel the electricity, starting at the tip of her fingers and running through her whole body. There was no fooling her: the chemistry was undeniable. Neither of them could pretend it was not there. Not acting on it, not mentioning it, did not mean that it ceased to exist. And right now, it was coursing through her veins, a fire building up inside of her, almost magically awakening that side of her that had been dormant for so long throughout her relationship with Alec.

It was too soon that Cal moved away from her warm touch, and his whole body seemed to acknowledge this change of state, though he would not show it. "Night" he whispered, leaning in to kiss her temple. She closed her eyes. "Night".

She hated goodbyes.

**

"Hey Dad!" Emily said cheerfully, climbing into the passenger seat. "You look weird" she added unscrupulously as she fastened her seatbelt.

Cal looked at her with a confused expression.

"Huh?"

"Is it Gillian?" she asked, eyes wide open, looking intrigued.

Cal wondered how much exactly his daughter had learnt about reading faces. Nobody seemed to be able to read him, yet Emily almost always knew what he was thinking and how he was feeling. He had to admit she was too much like him in that aspect, maybe too much for her own good. He turned his eyes to the road and drove off Jessica's –that was her name- house.

"How was the party?"

"You're deflecting" Emily responded, also staring at the darkness in front of them. "And it was good. I guess".

The last two words changed her expression completely. She suddenly looked disappointed.

"What's wrong, kiddo?" her father asked. She sighed.

"I think he's lying to me".

"Dan?"

"Yeah".

There was silence for a moment. Cal frowned.

"What happened?" Emily shifted in her seat, but answered without hesitation.

"Well, he came to the party all right, but after an hour or so he said he had to go home because he had to study".

"And that is not possible because…?" "Because the Science mid-term is not until next week, and he never studies. Plus, his face was just, I don't know, something was off".

"You're too perceptive" Cal bit his lip, deep in thought.

"Well, if he was lying to me, I would want to know" she replied.

He froze. "Are you sure?"

"Duh. Definitely".

Cal's insides churned. So many times he had wanted to shake Gillian from her bubble and tell her she shouldn't put up with her husband's lies, but she didn't want that. Or at least that was what she had said. And now Emily was telling him this, indirectly asking him to be honest if he happened to find out something. But, no matter how mature Em was for her age, he knew that if her boyfriend was indeed lying, she would be deeply hurt. And he didn't want to mess with their relationship, he was aware that he would get caught in the middle and the worst case scenario would be Emily hating him for years to come. It was only too easy to imagine himself inspecting the boy's facial expressions, and making him look ridiculous in front of his girlfriend, spotting all his lies and even the most remote little things that he surely kept hidden. Ok, he thought, he was over 50, but that didn't mean he didn't remember what it was like to be a teenager, and he could here disagree with Gillian about what she had said, that "we're not all hiding something". There was always something.

"Anyway… I'm trying not to think too much about it, I guess I will know soon enough. You know, lies don't really go too far in our household" she smiled knowingly. Cal returned a crooked smile, showing his teeth and letting out a soft chuckle. He ruffled the hair on the top of her head.

"I second that thought".

Emily turned on the stereo and took out an old CD from her purse. Her father glanced at it from the corner of his eye and was surprised to see it was one of his oldest Stevie Wonder records. "Where'd you get that?"

"I found it at Mom's a few days ago, while I was tidying the living room. I just fell in love with it". "Yeah, he's a genius" Cal nodded.

Emily turned the volume up a little bit and held the plastic box in her hands. "Is it yours?" "Not anymore" he breathed.

She scrunched up her nose. "Did Mom steal it from you?"

They both laughed, and Cal shook his head. "No. I gave it to her when we got married. It was her favourite CD from my collection". Emily smiled.

"That was nice of you".

"Well, I never really thought it would be hers alone someday, if you know what I mean" he told her sternly.

"Yeah, I know". Cal looked into her eyes while they waited for the traffic light to go green, just a block away from home.

"I'm sorry, luv". Emily's eyebrows went bleak.

"Dad…" she placed one hand on his forearm, "don't beat yourself up over it. I know you loved each other. Nobody gets married with hopes of divorcing afterwards". He was genuinely surprised at her closeness. She always spoke her mind, but physical contact was almost never part of the picture, at least not coming from her. "And if it makes you feel better, I must say you've never disappointed me, neither of you. So I guess we can say you've done a pretty damn good job".

By this time they were already in Cal's driveway, turning off the engine. Emily walked out of the car and up to the door, grabbing her keys and opening it. Her hand still on the doorknob, she turned to her father and said, "Oh and, Dan's coming over tomorrow night. For dinner. So please be civil to him, if you know what I mean". She stressed every word as if she were his mother, telling him how to behave. Cal laughed to himself while locking the car and then walked into the house.

"Em" he cried up the stairs.

"Yeah?" came her answer.

"Have you had dinner?"

"Yeah!!!" she yelled back at him.

He locked the door and went into the kitchen. There was nothing in the fridge other than a nearly empty carton of milk and a yogurt (why in the hell he had yogurt and not real food was beyond him). He settled with some noodles and a glass of wine, while he thought about everything that had happened in the last few hours. First, Gillian. Why they were still doing this dance was not a mystery to him, but he only wished they could cut to the chase once and for all. Of course, that was bordering on impossible, since day one and still now.

Then, the fact that Emily was being lied to by her boyfriend. Well, she wasn't sure, but she was good at reading faces, and if she had noticed something weird, it meant that there was definitely something that this guy was not telling her. For some reason he felt trapped, just like he did when he knew Alec was cheating on Gillian but couldn't do anything about it. It pissed the hell out of him, he wished he hadn't known, but he couldn't help it for obvious reasons.

And finally, Zoe. He was honest when he said that he never thought they'd split. He remembered the first time he saw her: walking down the street right outside his new apartment, when he had just moved to the US. She was so beautiful and spontaneous; he remembered running after her to give her a notepad she had accidentally dropped from her purse when she took out her wallet to get the paper at the corner of 39th. When he finally got to her, he was nearly speechless, not to mention absolutely breathless. She had found him quite charming, and he could see that by the way she used her hands and how she smiled. He had told her to be more careful the next time, she could lose something really important and he might not be around to pick it up. She had laughed, bemused, and told him she hoped there would be a next time. A month later, they met again and he asked her out. Little did he know that she had deliberately walked past his building four times in less than a month.

While he thought about all this, Emily was upstairs, silently looking at the cover of Stevie Wonder's "Songs in the Key of Life". Now knowing the true story behind that record, it held for her a new meaning, and it seemed so much more special. She tried to imagine how things were before she was born, when Cal and Zoe were just young and in love, and shared the little things that made them happy day by day, before Cal became obsessed with the idea of spotting lies everywhere and started studying his wife's eyebrows and muscles. She had to admit that she resented him a little bit because of that, but having inherited and learnt his skill almost perfectly, she could also relate to him and knew that he must've felt terrible most of the time. She herself had experienced it: wishing that she hadn't seen him do the "eye thing" or the "shoulder thing", trying hard not to pick up on the stressed words or the bulging eyes, but it was hard to turn the radar off once you got the hang of it.

There was a knock on the door and she turned around.

"Hey, luv. Can I come in?" She nodded and made a little space for him on the bed where she was outstretched.

He sat beside her and looked at her intently.

"You ok, Dad?"

"Yeah" he nodded. "Just came to say good night".

"Okay" she sat up and kissed his cheek. "Good night". Cal rubbed her arm.

"I love you kiddo".

"M'too, Dad" Emily smiled. He sighed and stood up, walking towards the door.

Before exiting, he turned back to Emily. "Under the plastic".

Emily remained with a confused look on her face while her father's footsteps became fainter.

She glanced down at the CD. The whole thing was plastic. What did he mean "under the plastic"? She contemplated it for a few seconds until she decided to take off the black plastic lid where the CD was supposed to be put. Under it was the paper that made the back cover.

There, hidden to everyone but them, was the proof. Written in black ink, perfect handwriting, it read:

"Love, you have made me the happiest man in the world".