Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters in this story.

Don't hate me! Remember you already know where they end up 15 months later, they're just taking a brief detour!

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"Come on," Gill encouraged, reaching out to take Cal's hand and pull him into the hotel room. She closed and locked the door behind him, sighing tiredly.

"I'm sorry," Cal apologised. "I didn't mean to upset you... I should go bed now," he decided. He didn't want to inflict himself on Gill when he was still drunk.

"Alright, then," Gill agreed gently, touching his chest with both hands to gently smooth down his shirt. Even when she was mad at him she loved him, and she was glad he was home safely.... Of course, part of her also hoped he had a shocking hangover in the morning so he'd be deterred from doing it again. "Let's get you out of these clothes," she said. "Then you can brush your teeth and go to bed. When you wake up in the morning you can call Emily and apologise for what you did," she told him, starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. She wasn't going to argue with him now or try to have a serious conversation.

"Lemme do it myself," Cal frowned, moving away from Gillian. He walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then drank a large glass of water. He knew if he could get himself hydrated now he wouldn't feel so bad in the morning. He used the toilet, washed his hands and then made his way back out into the bedroom, crossing to the small couch and sitting down. He pulled both of his shoes off then laid down, scrunching himself up awkwardly in an attempt to fit on the too-small furniture.

"Cal..." Gill said, puzzled. "What are you doing? There's a perfectly good bed here."

"You don't want me sleeping with you like this, love," he told her. "I deserve to be in the doghouse."

Gill's face fell. Why was Cal doing this? She'd asked him to come to bed with her and he was avoiding being near her. Had his feelings about her changed now that she'd told him she didn't want to try for kids with him? What if he didn't love her anymore? What if he called off the wedding? She laid down on the bed, a silent tear running down her cheek. Her decision had been meant to stop either of them getting hurt. So far all it had brought either of them was pain. She clutched Cal's pillow to her chest, taking some comfort in the fact it smelt like him, and tried to fall asleep.

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Gill woke up at around 11 the next morning to the sound of the toilet flushing. She glanced over and saw Cal was no longer on the couch, then closed her eyes again. She heard the shower start, and a few quiet noises as Cal got in. She wondered how he was feeling.

Sitting up in bed, the brunette got her phone out to call her mother and see if she still wanted to meet for lunch and to go over some details for the wedding, praying that it would still be on when she had a chance to talk to Cal. They agreed to meet in the hotel lobby at 1pm for lunch and go from there.

A short while later a clean-shaven Cal emerged from the bathroom dressed in casual pants and a fresh white shirt. He looked at Gillian then ducked his head and averted his eyes. He didn't know what to say.

"Headache?" Gill asked him. Cal nodded. "Good," she said, getting out of bed and flouncing into the bathroom, shutting the door a little too firmly behind her. Cal flinched as the almost-slam made his head pound even more.

When Gill re-emerged she was wrapped in a towel, and Cal knew better than to try and sneak a peek. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he wanted to. Apart from the fact he felt sick with this shocking hangover, having sex with her right now was only going to remind him about the real reason they were fighting.

Gill noticed Cal didn't look, and it made her heart sink. Normally he'd have looked and smiled lovingly, or come up with some sort of suggestive comment for her. Sometimes he'd even have gotten up and tried to get the towel off her. Today he didn't seem the slightest bit interested. Of course it didn't make a difference to whether she was a woman or not, but when Gill had found out she couldn't have kids she'd felt like less of one. She knew it was common for people in her situation to feel like that, and she also knew- logically- that it was nonsense. She couldn't help it, though, and the changes in Cal's behaviour now that he knew what was going on only reinforced those feelings. She pulled out some underwear, a skirt and a plain top and pulled them on silently, sitting down on the edge of the bed when she was done and looking at him.

"Are we going to talk?" she asked him softly. In her line of work she'd gotten used to talking.

"Not much to say, really," Cal replied, looking out the window. "You made the decision for us, and I can't do a bloody thing about that. End of the day it's your body, so it's your choice... Hell, even if we adopt I can hardly do it without you," he said. "I already apologised for last night. I shouldn't 've gone out like that."

"You haven't apologised to Emily," Gill replied. It was easier to focus on that than try and work out how to deal with the rest of it.

"I called her last night," Cal said. "She knows how I feel."

"She knows you were drunk and you woke her up to go on about goodness only knows what," Gill corrected him. "She called me, Cal. She was upset and confused, and frankly I don't blame her for feeling like that. I'm in a similar situation myself."

"Look, Foster," Cal said, using distancing language to try and help keep her from getting to him. "You've already made it abundantly clear you don't think I'm a fit parent. All I did was prove you right, right?" he said rhetorically. He was already beating himself up over it. It was bad enough he wasn't going to have a family with Gill, but to think it was because he thought he was that bad of a father almost killed him.

"I think you behaved badly last night," Gillian told him. "But I never said you were an unfit parent. When did I say that, Cal?" she asked. "Why would I say that? You love Emily."

"Takes a lot more than love to be a good parent, Gill," Cal said sadly. He paused for a long while, and Gill could see him turning something over in his head. Whatever it was, he was struggling with it. "Maybe this was a mistake."

"What was a mistake?" Gill asked, fearing the worst.

"I always knew I wasn't good enough for you," Cal said, obviously defeated. Gill needed someone she'd be willing to start a family with. Someone stable and not so... weird. Someone better looking, and safe. Dependable. He thought he could be that guy, but apparently he was wrong. "Maybe we shouldn't get married."

Gill gasped. His words cut her.