Note: I previously read in other sources that the Callian kiss would occur in an episode called "Darkness and Light" later this season. I realized this morning that the sources weren't confirmed and I'm sorry if I was wrong or if I confused anyone. [FOX owns Lie to Me*]
Chapter 2
Gillian stands over the boiling water… watching the bubbles and the steam rise into the air… She looked at her clothes. She was wearing a light berry Aveline dress from that dropped just above her knees. Her wrists were decorated with Luxe cocktail bracelet that suddenly reminded her of last Christmas and how Alec had surprised her with the lets out a sigh and reaches into her bag to pull out her wedding ring she had kept in secret. It wasn't something to hide, really. Just… a memory..
Gillian: What am I doing… Here I am, holding on to the ring of a failed marriage and reminiscing on the gift of my ex! And I'm wearing pink! I should be happier than this…
Cal Lightman walks in the room. His eyes land directly on the V-line of the strap of her dress that does a remarkable job at exposing cleavage and teasing his gaze to fall beneath the strap where the tightening of the dress further accentuates her slender yet curvaceous body.
It takes Cal a few seconds before realizing the contemplating look on Gillian's face and making sure to close his mouth.
Cal: I don't know if it's just me, but that looks like boiling water. He points to the stove.
Gillian: Oh-! Yeah… I was just .. thinking about something. She hides the ring in her left hand away from Cal's direction.
Cal: You okay, luv?
Gillian: Yeah I'm fine. She turns off the stove and takes out instant coffee mix from the cabinet.
Cal: How come you always use the mix? It's quicker to just get the ground coffee from the maker that other people use.
Gillian: I never know how much cream and sugar to put in my coffee while simultaneously keeping track of my calories. Plus, it tastes better. She flashes him a smile, revealing her pearly whites surrounded by her luscious lips. Cal stops his tongue from licking his own. That was a close one.
Cal: If you say so, luv. Care to pour me a cup?
Gillian: Sure. Just one second. She walks over to the cupboard for another cup.
Cal: So um.. listen. About the case,
Gillian: Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Loker said he'll take another one and hand this one over to us.
Cal: Yeah, so… well… I was wondering if uh- Gillian puts her left hand on the table to reach up for the cup. (why was he so nervous? C'mon then. Out with it!) if you wanted to get some din—She forgets momentarily about the ring that was in her grasp before and lifts her hand from the table. Both of their eyes immediately shift to the gleaming object in silence. It was an object that no longer had significance to one and triggered contempt in the other.
Cal was not man easily given to surprises… especially those of Gillian Foster, a woman he knew like a book. More like a fantasy novel. But this…this had not crossed his realm of possibilities before.
What was he thinking, forcing her to take away a case from one of her workers and then asking her to pose as his wife, failing to realize her lasting feelings for Alec? Alec… that bastard…
Gillian: Cal, you were saying..? Oh my God. How am I gonna explain this… She looks at the ring, listening to her heart yelling and reprimanding her for being so stupid. He definitely saw it… and he knows where it's from.
Cal: Nothin'. I'll be in my office. He tries hard not to make his anger expression lines evident and rushes out the door, leaving behind a confused and regretful Gillian.
Gillian: What great timing… (looks over at the ring) You… have not done me any good since I first wore you on my finger.
(Cal's office)
Cal sat dumbfounded in his chair, staring out the window. He had hidden away the box that had filled him with anxiety earlier that morning back into his desk drawer. It wouldn't come out again for a while… or perhaps ever. He should have known... What was he thinking when he bought the ring? Well, it's just a case. And it would only have been an undercover project. Shoot. Maybe he overreacted… what if he made things awkward?..
Gillian Foster walks in the room holding two cups of coffee. Cal tries to fathom the anxiety and sorrow in her eyes.
Gillian: Listen. Cal- (placing the cup of coffee on his table and sitting down across from him) that ring… I was only looking at it so that – (Cal interrupts)
Cal: Thanks for the coffee, luv. Or is it Joe? Java? Mud? Murk? Jamoke?
Gillian: Cal… I know you're upset.
Cal: Me? Nahh I'm terrific. He grins, making sure to contract the muscles in his eyes.
Gillian: Cal you can fake a genuine smile in your eyes but the frown on your face contradicts it.
Cal: The coffee seems a bit stale. Who ground it this morning?
Gillian: Nestle mix.
Cal raises his eyebrows to show indifference. Gillian looks back at him, her lower lip opening and drawing in air as if she had something to say. Cal doesn't want to hear it. Not yet at least. He'd had enough of Alec reminders for the day. He takes out his phone and starts dialing a number.
Cal: I got an urgent call to make to the FBI regarding the re-election of Senator Hawkins. How 'bout we talk later, alright?
Gillian: Yeah, okay. But um Cal..
Cal: Yeah?
Gillian: Are you free tonight for dinner? I just thought maybe we could talk about the case…
Cal shifts his body to face Gillian face-to-face with the phone still in his left hand.
Gillian suddenly spots an unfamiliar ring on his finger, causing her jaw to open slightly and her neck to stiffen.
Cal remains silent… scrutinizing her face in disbelief. Did I hear her right the first time?
Gillian: (looking at the ring on his finger) I mean.. we don't have to. Actually, let's not. I know you're busy with other things. I'll.. I'll just be in my office.
Cal: If you need me.
Gillian: Cal…
Cal: Cuz you usually add "if you need me". Are you mad at me, luv?
Gillian: (yes…) No. of course not.
Cal: That does not explain the nod you just gave me though. Gillian's eyes away from his face. She turns her body and starts walking toward the door.
Cal: My place at 6 o'clock. I'm making chicken alfredo pasta.
Gillian reponds with a faint nod as she exits the room. Cal looks at his drawer again… maybe it's not too late. Gil hadn't looked too happy but… he got the dinner date he wanted. Yess! Cal jumps from his seat and kicks the ground along with a nearby trashcan to release his excitement. He sinks back into his chair in pain, shaking his swollen foot with his hands.
"Dad! Are you there?" - he hears a voice from his phone.
Cal: Em! Oh sorry, I forgot I'd called you.
Em: It's okay, dad. By the way, congratulations.
Cal: I don't know what you're talking about, luv. Grins. She had heard their conversation.
Em: Dad, I can see the smile on your face from here.
Cal: (looking around) Where are you? What are you doing here?
Em: I'm home. But I'm guessing I was right.
Cal: … (she IS my daughter after all..)
Em: Don't worry, I'm sleeping over at a friend's house tonight.
Cal: Are you now? Hm.. alright. Good girl.
Cal hangs up the phone and looks at his watch. 2:30 PM. He spots Loker walking past his office.
Cal: Oi! You! Come in here.
Loker: Yes, Dr. Lightman? Loker dips his head in the room.
Cal: I'm gettin' off early tonight. You and Torres can cover for me in the Hawkins case.
Loker: But we're still working on the other case in Arlington..
Cal: You two need to go to the annual ball hosted by Mrs. Hawkins to see if she knows anything about her husband's affair with that girl from the strip club. (hands Loker two tickets) Make sure you dress appropriately.
Cal could see Loker trying to imagine Torres in a glamorous and provocative red dress…this guy's pupils were so predictable.
Loker: Well… if you insist… by the way, good luck tonight.
Cal: Thank—wait what? How do you know about this?
Loker: You know…those cameras you installed before going off on your vacation to Mexico? They're still there. (points to the corner of the ceiling where a red light stares back at them)
Cal: So you broke… into MY account..?
Loker: I –I really didn't mean to. Reynolds was out of the building and I needed access to his files but he wouldn't pick up his phone. So I hacked into all of the passwords of the company and the two that seemed to stand out the most were "iloveyougilian" and..
Cal: So that made you wanna just break into my privacy? Did it now? (he tried desperately to turn his embarassment into anger)
Loker: Wait, you don't wanna hear the second password I found?
Cal: No, I don't give a bloody damn about your disrespect anymore.
Loker: "c-a-l-i-g-h-t-m-a-n"
Cal's anger came to a halt. He looked back at Loker to see if he was telling the truth. He was.
Loker: I mean… I haven't tried it out on Foster's computer yet, but I'm pretty sure…
Cal: Okay, that's enuff. You can leave now.
After Loker leaves, Cal returns to his thoughts. He needed to confirm this somehow…. After a few minutes he heads out the door.
(Foster's office)
Cal walks quietly into her office, making sure she wasn't in. He walks toward her computer and shakes the mouse to see the Welcome screen. He types in the letters "calightman" carefully, and clicks the green arrow with a slightly quivering index finger.
His face contorts into an expression of utter disappointment as a red "x" appears along with a "Did you forget your password" text bubble. Ugh. He regretted ever having trusted Loker.
"You forgot to turn CAPS LOCK off" – a soft, familiar voice greeted his left ear. Lightman turns around to find Foster's face within inches from his own.
