Cal looked up at Ryan and asked, "So what now?"
"Get off my back!" Ryan snapped.
"Ok... sorry." Cal widened his eyes and said, "What's the problem?"
"Shut up for like two minutes, alright?"
"I can do that... maybe." Cal smiled and closed his mouth.
Ryan paced in front of Cal and then grabbed the picture. He motioned the boy from earlier over and said, "Take that. I forgot to have it delivered."
"Where should I bring it?" the boy asked.
"Um..." Ryan bit his lip and said, "The office... I don't think anybody will be going home."
"Right." The boy stuffed the picture in his pocket and ran off.
.:.
"We got another picture."
"Where the hell is this shit coming from? How are we not catching the bastard?" Ben asked, impatiently yanking the picture from Loker. I'm reading it this time," he said.
"Alright... go for it," Gillian said, taking a seat.
"Explain the picture," Megan said, an annoyed look on her face. "Since I can't just see it... I'm sure Cal would just prefer that Gillian looked at it." She glared at Gillian.
Gillian widened her eyes and smiled. "Sure... explain it out loud."
Ben bit his lip, holding back a smile and said, "Um... he doesn't have any pants on..."
"What?" Gillian and Megan asked simultaneously.
Ben chuckled and said, "He doesn't have his jeans on... just boxers."
"Oh," Gillian and Megan both calmed down a little bit.
"And no shirt... but he has more bruising around his... stomach... a couple more bad cuts on his forhead and cheek and jaw... His shin, the right one, has a long cut with bruises around it... Some more bruises a little higher up his legs... Alright, I'm done. If you want a better description, look at it yourself." He turned the picture over and looked down at the words. "Dear Gillian, he got bruised up that badly because he wasn't sure of the years you were married! Isn't that crazy? How the hell does Cal not know that? Since it was for nine years I hurt him nine times... a couple kicks to the gut... punches to the face... some to the shin... and guess what else. I kicked him in the balls twice. Good luck having babies with him now, Megan. Cal says hi to Gillian... I think he prefers her over Megan."
"What?" Megan asked madly. "This is complete shit! What's going on?"
Eli leaned back on his chair and said, "Hey, Megan."
"What?" she asked madly.
"Nevermind... I was just going to tell you what was going on, but I see that you are not interested." He smiled and flipped a pen between his fingers.
"No, no, tell me," she said, sliding towards him on her chair.
"Ok, it's pretty obvious, actually... but I guess that you need some explaining. Lightman and Foster have been working together for nine years... you met him like what? A year ago? Do you really think that you could just push away nine years of strong feelings in one night of sleeping with him? He still has feeling for Gillian... nine times whatever he feels for you... Does that makes sense?"
She tightened her jaw and said, "That's not true. Why would he date me if he loved Gillian more?"
"I think that's a question to ask him... don't you think?"
She stood up and stormed out.
"Well done, Eli." Ben smiled and patted Loker's shoulder.
"Do you all hate her?" Gillian asked with a frown.
"Yeah."
"Pretty much."
"Mhm."
Gillian stared at all of them. "Really?"
"Yes, really," Ria said.
"Why?"
"She's mean."
"No, she's not," Gillian defended her.
"Why are you defending her?" Eli asked with a frown. "Dude, she's harsh and hates all of us."
"She's nice to me."
"Because she knows that you are close to Cal."
"Are you serious?" Gillian couldn't believe this!
"Yes, definitely." Ria stood up and shrugged, "Let me know when you hear more about Dr. Lightman."
.:.
"Just let me go..." Cal moaned, turning his head and looking at Ryan.
"Next question?"
"Holy... shit..." Cal closed his eyes and whispered, "I haven't slept in three days. Could I gt a little shut eye."
"No sir. Next question. Who's her favorite band?"
Cal took a deep breath, keeping his eyes shut. He shook his head and said, "I do not know."
Ryan crouched down right in front of Cal's face. He grabbed Cal by the hair and hissed in his face, "Your lack of enthusiasm is really cramping my mood, and in case you didn't notice... I'm starting to run out of places to bruise you... so be nicer, or I'll bring out my knife. Is that understood?"
Cal nodded and said, "I do not know her favorite band. Hit me."
Ryan made an exasperated sigh and stood up. "Alright, then. Knife?"
"I already have cuts. You've hit me hard enough to break the skin," he mumbled.
"Yeah, well I'd like to make more precise incisions." Ryan smiled and walked out of the large room. He came back with a large and sharp pocket knife.
He knelt down beside Cal and laid the tip on Cal's leg. "Wait! Please, don't do that..." Cal said, flinching at the cold metal on his thigh.
Ryan took the knife away and bit bit his lip thoughtfully. "What are you going to do?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Tell Gillian that you hate her."
"I can't do that."
"Do you want me to cut your leg open?"
"Something else. Anything else... please."
"Ask Megan to marry you."
Cal's eyes got wide. "No, I can't do that either."
"One or the other... or you can pick a knife in your leg... and trust me... I will most likely hit an artery or something... I plan to dig deep."
Cal took a deep breath. "I can't do that to Gillian. I do not want to marry Megan. I really don't want that knife in my leg. How badly would it hurt?" he asked.
"Very badly, I'm sure."
"Could it kill me?"
"I don't know... depends on how much blood you lose, but I don't plan on getting help so you could lose a lot."
"Alright, cut me."
"Really?" Ryan asked with a surprised look.
"Yes. Go now. Quickly." Cal scrunched up his face and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Alright."
Cal felt the cold metal on his leg once more and flinched again. "Ah!" he yelled as the knife slipped into his flesh. "Ok, stop, stop, stop." He said, flinching away.
Ryan yanked the knife out, drawing another gasp from Cal's mouth. "What?" he asked impatiently.
"Lemme call Gill," Cal whispered regretfully.
Ryan smiled triumphanty and found the crappy cell phone. "Give her a call."
.:.
"It's Cal again." Gillian stood up and showed the phone.
Megan had been standing outside and slipped in.
"Hello?" she asked.
"Hey." Cal tightened his jaw and said, "I need to tell you something. Just listen to what I'm saying. Don't um... I hate you."
"What?" Gillian asked.
"Gillian... I hate you. Don't talk to me anymore." He hung up and threw the phone at the wall. "Are you happy, you bastard?" Pretend to be angy. He won't notice.
A/N: Sorry I had Cal do that, but it leads up to something spicy later on... but AWWW he was considering getting the cut and possibly dying just so that he wouldn't have to tell Gillian that he hated her.. or marry Megan lol. And apparently everyone else hates Megan? Yeah, so do I. Hehe... thanks for reading and reviewing. I put up a story on (Hero of War) but idk what you wil think... I think I prefer LTM stories.
