Cal bit his lip as Gillian entered the alarm code of her apartment and made her way inside. He followed, a little less confident and a lot more sheepish now that he was here and would have to say something to his partner and friend.

"Do you want a drink?" she called from the kitchen and he wasn't sure if she meant alcoholic or otherwise. He walked to the doorway and looked in. She had pushed the button on her electric kettle.

"Whatever you're having is fine." She glanced at him for a moment, an eyebrow raised.

"You're having double sugared hot chocolate or something aren't you?" he asked then and she nodded. Smirking he made his way into the kitchen and located the teabags. He dropped it into the second cup and smiled at her as they waited for the kettle to boil. Neither of them said anything more.

OXOXOXOXOXO

As they settled themselves on the couch in her living room, Cal suddenly became very self conscious again. When he'd said what he'd said earlier he'd been a little bit tipsy. Now it was the cold light of sobriety and he wasn't sure where to start. Stealing a quick glance at her he could see that she was just as uncomfortable as he was and he suddenly wondered if maybe he should just go.

After a few moments of silence, Gillian spoke up.

"Were you planning on making vocal communication any time soon or did you just come in here for my tea?" She asked the question quite innocently but Cal could sense her reserve. She, like him, wanted this, whatever it was, over and done with. He shifted his positioning on the couch to look at her.

"To be honest luv, I was trying to figure out the best way to escape but since you've called me on it…" Gillian held up her hand.

"If you don't want to talk Cal, it's fine…" Irritation. He heard it plain as day.

"No luv, I do. I was just; I was just chickening out for a minute." He took a sip of his tea and paused for a moment. Finally, placing his tea down on the coffee table he stood up and for a fleeting moment Gillian thought he was going to leave. The quickening beat in her chest alerted her to the realisation that she suddenly didn't want him to go.

"You know I wasn't lying to you earlier," he began, pacing the room, hands in his pockets.

"About what?" He stopped dead and looked at her.

"You know what." He started pacing again, deep in thought while he let Gillian process the information so far. Stopping again he suddenly felt the need to sit down so he did and he turned to her.

"Thing is Gill, I know that you know how I feel. I know we tell each other not to do that but…well it doesn't really work does it?" He allowed the ghost of a smirk cross his face as she shook her head.

"No, it doesn't." Again there was silence. Cal leaned forward and took his mug of tea, taking a long gulp from it before turning back to watch the lines of her face giving away untold secrets. He bit his lip. This was it.

"And…I know you feel the same way." She looked at him and he knew he was right. What's more, he knew she wanted him to know he was right. He nodded his head in acknowledgement. Gillian leaned forward in her seat, elbows balancing on her knees and she glanced back at him.

"Cal, you knew all this before you walked in here. You didn't come here to clarify these facts. So why are you really here? He looked at her and smirked. He never had been able to get much past her. He might have been the lie expert but she knew people better than he did. She knew before he told it that it was a lie.

Mirroring her movement, he leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees and looked at her, his eyes searching hers for something.

"I'm here to see if you want to do anything about it."

Ok so yet another cut off point to annoy people. I know I haven't continued my other fic but I will! I just got this idea and ran with it.