Me: If I told you guys that I truly hate myself for not updating sooner, would you believe me?

Cal: I wouldn't.

Me: Shut up. No, but really, I have terrible writer's block and I'm scared to death that this chapter is not only too short but horrible too. I just had to update though.

Cal: The guilt is killing her. Just leave a review ok? Calm her down, I already had to drive her to the hospital once. Foster and I had to carry her to the ER.

Me: I had inspiration with 'Honey', so much that I totally wanted to write but writer's block is a truly terrible thing. Hopefully, it'll go away soon. In the mean time, I'd appreciate reviews, especially on this chapter, so I can know how it went. I'm not giving up on this story, but I don't want to make it suck either.

Cal: In closure- Lie to me and its characters don't belong to her and please review so she doesn't go all 'I'm a horrible writer' on us again. We can't take much more of this! Enjoy.

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"I cannot believe this." Gillian said as she sat next to Cal on the plane.

"Don't worry luv, I promise not to hit the slots." Gillian gave him a skeptical look.

"Cal, I'm going to have to keep an eye on you this whole trip. There is no way I am going to let you gamble."

"You say that like you don't trust me to control myself." he said, receiving a glare from Gillian.

"You are such a party pooper, Foster."

"Good, that means I'm doing my job right." Cal sighed and slumped back into his seat as the plane took off, taking them to the one and only, Las Vegas.

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"Here you are, the honeymoon suite. Enjoy your stay." said the bellboy as he walked out of Cal and Gillian's suite.

"Alright, so let me get this straight. We're supposed to be investigating a man named Johnny Black and his wife Regina and we'll be posing as a newlywed couple trying to find out if one of them knows anything about the missing 500 grand. Right?" asked Gillian as she went to sit on the couch.

"That pretty much sums it up. Do you think I should go buy you a ring?" Cal sat down next to her and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

"I'll just use one of my rings." she said, taking one of them and placing it on the finger which had been occupied by a ring just a few months ago. Cal noticed her staring at the ring on her finger.

"It seems strange somehow doesn't it?" he asked her. She nodded softly and looked back at him with a small smile which he returned. Cal then stood up.

"What are you doing?" she asked, following him to the door.

"We're going shopping."

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"Cal, I'm not sure about this." Gillian said from inside the bathroom.

"I'm sure you'll look beautiful luv. We just need to fit in the Vegas fashion world a bit."

"Alright, I'm coming out." Cal was not one to like surprises. However when he saw Gillian Foster come out of the bathroom not in the dress he picked, but in the one she had tried on at the mall a few days ago, he couldn't help but suddenly care for surprises such as these.

"It's the one that I tried on at the mall. I had to buy it." she smirked. Cal walked closer to her, quickly inspecting the strapless black dress which went well above her knee.

"I'll need to be careful with you, Foster. The man won't be able to answer a single question if he sees you." Cal answered, making Gillian blush, followed by a smirk.

"Who knows Cal? With me around, you could get lucky." she walked passed him, letting Cal ponder over the possible double meaning of those words. He turned around and saw her go into the kitchen.

"You shouldn't really tease like that Foster. Someone could take it the wrong way." he said, leaning against the kitchen's door frame.

"Or the right way." she replied, taking out a carton of milk from the fridge. Cal suddenly gulped.

"I don't think you should wear that dress." he said simply. Gillian shot him a joking smile.

"Why? Are you worried someone will try to hit on me?"

"I know someone will hit on you... I just don't want you to get distracted from work." She gave him a playful look.

"I think you'll be needing more help than me not getting distracted near the card tables. And who knows? Maybe I want to get distracted." she teased, pouring the milk in a glass cup.

"I'm an excellent distraction." Cal said all too quickly. She looked at him with wide eyes.

"I mean, we could watch tv and discuss work. That's distracting." 'Oh, nice save Lightman.' said his sarcastic inner voice.

"I was thinking more of a 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas' type of distraction." She laughed softly, letting him know she was kidding, however he couldn't help but detect something else in her voice.

"We can talk about the economy and never speak of it again." they both laughed at this.

"By the way, there's a club in the casino where Johnny will be tonight at 8. I think it's a good opportunity to approach him." she said in a more professional tone.

"Alright, so we'll go down there and introduce ourselves. We should take it slow so he doesn't suspect anything." Cal started walking out of the kitchen when he heard Gillian speak.

"And I'm wearing this dress." he smirked as he went to change.

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The loud upbeat music and the sound of people talking were all Cal and Gillian could hear as they made their way inside, scanning the room for Johnny Black.

"Look. Over there, by the bar." said Gillian. They made their way to Johnny Black, making sure to hold hands.

"Johnny?! Johnny is that you? How ya been?!" said Cal, motioning for Gillian to play along.

"Um, do I know you?" said the brown haired man sitting at the bar in a black suit.

"It's me! Max Fleming! We went to Oxford together!" Cal and Gillian had done quite a bit of research on their suspect, which was enough to fool him.

"Oh! Max! How's it been pal? And who may this lovely creature be?" he asked Cal, motioning to Gillian.

"This is my wife, Gillian F-leming." Cal caught himself after almost revealing her last name. Gillian extended her hand to Johnny.

"Nice to meet you." she smiled as he kissed her hand.

"You're a lucky man Max."

"That I am. So is there anyone special in your life?" he asked, wanting Johnny to get his mind off of Gillian quickly.

"Nope, no one for me." he heard someone call him in the crowd, "I have to go. We'll catch up later." he said, kissing Gillian's hand once more and flashing her a smile before disappearing into the crowd.

"Why did he deny being with Regina?" asked Gillian as she sat on a bar stool.

"I'm not sure, but he wasn't lying when he said there wasn't anyone special in his life." Cal sat on the seat next to her.

"Do you think they're even really married?"

"Well she appears as his legal spouse in all the documents." he replied.

"Something's not right here."

"When is there ever anything right, luv?" they both ordered a shot of whiskey.

"Things can be right if you try to make them that way." replied Gillian after drinking her shot.

"I doubt it."

"You never know unless you try, right?" her words made him flashback to the evening with 'Honey' at the bar after he had been held hostage. Their conversation about his ideal woman and his reply about the real question being whether or not he was her ideal man. He looked over at Foster, who was looking down at her drink. She was his ideal woman. Now the question still remained, was he her ideal man? And in that moment that she looked up at him, smiling softly, he promised himself that he would try to make this right, to find out if he is her ideal man. He'd do it for her.

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