Chapter 4
Everyone including Gillian turned when a man yelled, "You son of a bitch!" Gillian turned just in time to see the man take a swing at Amal and get him right on the jaw. Amal stumbled back, but quickly regained his balance. He then proceeded to fake to the left and sneak in a right hook; he flinched as soon as his arm made contact and Gillian was sure if you could see his face there would be a look of intense pain.
The other man landed sprawled on his back; he swiftly swung his legs around, knocking Amal's feet out from under him. Amal laid there still for a moment before he was tackled. "It's time for everyone to see what a sick bastard you really are! You faked your own death, how sad is that Cal Lightman!" The man yelled as he ripped off the turban.
While Frank had been ranting, Cal had regained his breath. Cal punched Frank in the face knocking him out cold and breaking his nose in the process. Everyone gasped in true surprise. Everyone was except for two, Emily and the Director of the FBI.
Cal pushed Frank off him as Emily ran forward to help him up. The first thing he did was reach for his wallet and pull out five hundred dollars. He handed them to Emily and kissed her on the cheek, "Great acting love! I didn't think you would pull it off, but you did wonderful; soon you'll be as good as me. I mean, even Gil didn't notice. Nobody noticed except Reynolds noticed something was a little off during his sweep, but disregarded it."
"It was hard, I was sure Gillian would notice," Emily beamed proudly.
"Speaking of Gil, does she look angry as hell or is it just me?" Cal asked watching Gillian march towards him; her expression was mixture of relief, anger, and disbelief. Everyone else besides the feds hauling Frank away gaped at him.
"It's not just you," Emily replied smirking, but still backing away from the line of fire. As soon as Gillian reached Cal she slapped him across the face hard enough that there was a red hand shaped mark. Then she clung to him sobbing into his shoulder for the second time that day.
When her sobbing finally ceased she pounded her fists on his chest, until she noticed his face was contorted in pain, "You're an ass! What the hell is wrong with you? Thank God you're all right! Why didn't you tell me?"
He held her, "I keep telling you, you're a terrible liar love." She slapped him again, she let a small curt laugh escape, and she kissed him on the cheek.
Ok, I'm sorry. I know I said this chapter would be longer, but I was wrong. Please review. Thanks.