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The chapter in which great minds think alike.

About an hour later Cal was sitting in his office deep in thought.

"I have to bug the place. Video and audio surveillance. And no, not because I want to see Foster dancing in tights and heels. It will be a huge bonus though. She must look good in tights... Ok, how old am I now? I need to bug the place because... Well I have to see the guy's face right? In case he does open up to Gillian I need to see if he's lying. Right. That's a good reason. Reason #2: what if he's dangerous? The last time I let Foster take matters into her own hands she almost got abducted by a serial rapist! Right. That makes two good reasons. How do I bug the place if I don't know the address? He said he would e-mail it to Gillian. Do I tell Gillian? No way, she's furious with me as it is. I could wait till she's gone and check her e-mail... I could have Locker break into her account... Hmm doesn't feel right. If she finds out she will be pissed, and it won't be pretty considering she is pissed already. I could ask her randomly about the address... No, she'll know something's up immediately, Foster can read me like a book even if she doesn't believe it herself..."

A knock on the door followed by Locker's head popping inside the room interrupted his musing.

"Hey boss, got a minute?"

"Yep, come on in" Lightman sat up in his chair, pretending to be all ears.

"I wanted you to take a look at this." Eli put several photos of a red headed girl in front of Cal.

"Carla's best friend Margareth?" Cal shot Eli a glance waiting for an explanation

"Yep. The girl who showed fear and shame during the interrogation." Eli took out a pen and pointed at several pictures. "Fear, shame, fear and... fear"

"Yeah but that's old news. We sorted it out yesterday, remember." Cal was impatient to find out what Locker had to say so he could go back to thinking about how to bug the place.

"Yeah. She confessed she was afraid because she asked Carla to lend her a huge amount and Carla refused her because she and her husband had already planned how to spend the money."

"So logically she was afraid we would find out about that and she would become the prime suspect." Cal was very much annoyed now, Locker was so slow at times. "What's your big news?"

"Here it comes. Could I..." Eli reached for the keyboard, pulling up some footage, a triumphant look on his face, "check this out."

The video showed Cal and Torres leaving the cube and Margareth following them. Eli zoomed in on her face. Cal saw a flicker of fear on the girl's face, a second later she let out a breath she was holding, her shoulders relaxed visibly.

"That's a lot of relief, don't you think?" Eli pointed out.

"Yes..." Cal was silent for a moment. "But it's not the relief that's important, it's fear. See how she's still showing fear after we've finished? Look, the relief is also mixed with fear."

"Does that mean she's being threatened? That she knows something?" Locker asked with agitation

"It might. Set up a meeting with her tomorrow." Locker nodded and headed for the door.

"Hey Locker..." Eli was already halfway through the door and peeped back in

"Yeah?"

"You're not as useless as I thought" There was a familiar flicker of pride in Cal's eyes. The flicker that always made Eli fell like a five-year old. Locker grinned happily and left the room.

Cal slumped in his seat.

"How do I bug the place? I really want to bug the place. Wait, I need to. Want to or need to? Maybe both. Why do I want to bug the place so much? Oh, crap I forgot I don't have shrink powers. Have to ask Foster. You can't ask Foster, idiot. She'll kill you. Oh, right. Back to bugging the place. I need that address now."

His phone rang. Looking at the caller ID Cal was surprised to find out it was Foster. "She is in the next room for god's sake. Still mad at me. So childish"

He picked the phone up hastily.

"Hey" Cal tried to sound casual.

"Cal, Rodrigo just sent me the address. It's Kensington Street 31, the dance studio is on the 6th floor, room #12."

"Yes!"

"Ok." Cal answered not sure where she was going with this.

"I want you to bug it" it took Cal a while to process her words "What?"

"What?" he couldn't help saying it out loud.

There was a pause, then he heard Gillian sigh.

"I want you to bug the place Cal. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it yourself"

"yep, she's definitely pissed."

"Fine. You sure?"

Cal heard Gillian's voice soften:

"Yes. I need you to watch him in case he leaks anything." She said, clearly touched by his concern. Cal loved it that she was so preceptive - he never needed to apologize to let her know he was sorry - she could always hear it in his voice. "And I don't want to be alone with him." She added shyly. Gillian didn't elaborate on why, but Cal knew already - after the attack she became apprehensive of working solo and Cal was more than happy about it – he had always found her too reckless.

"You got it luv, I'm calling Bruce now."

"Thank you, Cal. Say hi to Bruce Almighty for me, will you?" She chuckled and Cal couldn't help but smile at her comment.

"Promise. Bye, luv"

"Bye Cal"

Cal looked down at the phone in his hands and smiled happily

"from impertinent to foxy, furious, childish, forgiving, blunt, shy and playful all within a span of three hours. And she's saying I'm not normal?"

Next up: The chapter in which Locker compromises another one of his principles and Gillian discovers some unexpected truths.