Hi there! Thanks for all of the reviews! So this might be a tad OOC, but I feel it can actually happen. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Italics = Person's thoughts

Gillian was about to get up when she heard a commotion out in the hallway. "Hey, I just wanted to see if she was alright! Get your bloody hands off of me!" She smiled, despite the situation she was in. She put the card in her purse and stood up.

When she walked out of the room, Cal was being handcuffed to a bench by a FBI agent. Apparently he didn't have clearance to be in that part of the courthouse. She looked around for Zoe, but didn't see her. She must have left with Thomas. Well I guess now is a good time as any to save Cal. She walked up to the agent and said, "Excuse me, he is with me."

Both the agent and Cal turned around. The agent said, "Ma'am, you were told that this trial was closed to the public, including your family."

Gillian put on her best smile and said, "I know that and told him. However, after I was done testifying, I got sick in the bathroom." Cal looked surprised, but he hid it well from the agent. "I called him to come pick me up but I got sidetracked. He was just worried for me you see because I'm pregnant."

The agent looked at Gillian as if she was the devil herself. "Oh, I see now. You are pregnant from that bastard that just got away. What's the matter? You couldn't keep your legs closed long enough for him." He looked over to Cal and asked, "Did you know that your woman was sleeping around with a terrorist."

Cal lost it; he almost shredded his skin to pieces to get out of the handcuffs. He tried kicking the agent but he was out of reach. "Hey asshole, why don't you pick on someone your own size! Hey, I am talking to you!"

The agent turned around and ignored him. He closed in on Gillian, who was frozen to the spot. "I bet you'll wrap your pretty little legs around anyone." She could feel his hot, sticky breath on her skin. "You are nothing but a slut in heat, willing to risk your country's safety for a quick screw."

"That is enough Agent Sears!" Agent Howles walked up from behind Agent Sears to Gillian and quietly said, "Dr. Foster, why don't you sit down over here." She didn't move. "On behalf of the FBI, I would like to apologize for Agent Sears' despicable behavior. You will be getting a full written apology from him by tonight." He then walked over the where Cal was struggling against the handcuffs. He unlocked them and said, "Dr. Lightman, why don't you take Dr. Foster back to her house. I am sure after today's events, she needs some rest."

He massaged his wrists and walked right up to the offending agent. "Hey buddy, I have something to say to you."

The agent looked bored, "Yeah, what is it?"

Cal clinched his fist and punched the agent in the face. Then he looked at Gillian and quietly said, "Let's get you out of here, Luv." He put his arm around her shoulders and walked her out of the courthouse.

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When they walked through the front door, Gillian went straight upstairs while Cal went to the kitchen. Gillian made it to her bed when she broke down. Thankfully Emily was at a friend's house. She was sobbing so hard that she didn't hear Cal walk into the room. He sat on the bed with her and rubbed her back. When she finally had her crying down to a few tears, she turned and said "Thanks Cal, but I would rather be alone right now." She expected him to nod and leave but he didn't. He just kept rubbing her back. "You know, your stubbornness is like a double-edged sword for me. Sometimes it's nice to have around, almost comforting; at other times it's smothering."

"What is it this time?"

She smiled to herself and said, "Comforting, to a point. I'll tell you what happened during my undercover mission if you promise not to interrupt me or get mad."

He thought for a second. "Deal. Where do we start?"

"How about this; you go down stairs and fix lunch. I need to take these clothes off and take a shower. Then we meet in the living room and we progress from there."

He nodded and was about to leave the room when he turned around and asked, "Oh, what did you have for breakfast this morning?"

Damn it, I was hoping he wasn't going to ask that question. "Bacon, egg and cheese McGriddle."

Cal narrowed his eyes like he was interrogating her, "How many did you have?"

Damn! She lifted her chin and said confidently, "Two and I enjoyed every last bite of it."

"Until you had to throw it up. We will be having salad for lunch and salad for dinner. You know you can't have too many calories in a day. It's not good for you or the baby."

She crossed her arms, "Don't talk to me like I am a child."

He crossed his arms too, "Then stop acting like one."

They stared at each other for a few minutes. Gillian was the first to give in, "Fine, I won't have two McGriddles for breakfast anymore, happy?"

He turned around and said, "You won't be having anymore McGriddles for the duration of your pregnancy."

Gillian stuck her tongue at him and stomped into the bathroom. She took her shower, mumbling a few choice words she would like to call Cal. By the time she was dressed in her yoga pants and college shirt, she had calmed down a bit.

She went into the living room and sat down. Cal must have heard her when he shouted, "I'll be there in a minute. Make yourself comfortable."

Gillian grabbed the throw blanket and slid it over her legs. Cal came out with a tray of two bowls. He sat down next to her and handed her one of the salad bowls. She looked over into his and said quietly, "Thank you for making me lunch and thanks for having salad with me. If you were to have a cheese burger in front of me, I would have covered you in ranch and devoured you."

He grinned into his salad. "Well there is no reason we can't do that too, Luv."

She blushed as she demolished her salad. After a couple minutes of silent eating, Gillian threw her spoon in her empty bowl. "Tonight, can you add bacon bits? I have a high craving for bacon."

He grabbed her bowl and said, "If you're a good girl."

She gave him a devilish smile and said, "You know I always am." He winked at her as he walked into the kitchen. "Now if my memory serves me right, I left a certain delicious piece of cheesecake here. Can you bring it out?"

Cal walked out of the kitchen and shook his head, "Nope, I ate it last night after you stormed out of here"

Gillian looked affronted, "Why the hell did you eat my cake? You should have just had the rest of your stupid beer if you wanted to drown your sorrows."

Cal had a sly grin on his face, "It was delicious too."

She crossed her arms, "Well I'm not going to tell the story until I hear an apology from you" She pursed her lips and looked the other way.

Cal scrunched his face, "Seriously how old are you today?" She didn't budge. He let out a deep, dramatic sigh and said, "Fine, I'm sorry for not eating your cake. I was holding it back from you until you told me the story."

"You should have just said that. You know it was meant to…"

Cal interrupted her, "Are you trying to stall, cause if you are, it's not going to work."

She smiled at him "I'm just nervous, okay? The last thing I want to do is to get in another fight with you." She was trying to keep eye contact with him but it didn't work.

He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Now tell me the real reason you are nervous."

Gillian chuckled, "Never one to get pass you." She took a deep breath, "I'm scared of what you'll think of me and most of all I'm scared you won't want to be my friend anymore. You heard what that agent thought of me. I would die if you thought the same thing."

"I could care less what that stupid agent thought of you. I know you better than he ever will, and it's a shame because he is missing out on knowing a caring, hard working woman such as yourself." Cal grinned, "Plus, I would think we are more than just friends by the way we act towards each other." He patted her back, "Now out with it, I promise I won't interrupt you or stop being your 'friend'." He held out his pinky and said, "Pinky promise."

Gillian laughed out loud this time; she took his pinky with hers. "How old are you?"

He grabbed her shoulders and moved her down into the cushion, "Don't ask me silly questions. Get comfy and tell me the damn story."

Gillian smiled. I guess there is no more stalling. Well here goes nothing. "Well it first started when I got to Rennes, France…"

Next chapter, Gillian shares her story and feelings to Cal! How will he react?