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And Then Forever Roam (XX)

"Ah, D.C." Silas had all the windows down, and was inhaling the air. "Man, I miss D.C."

Casey had been to D.C. plenty of times, but she loved it even more every time she came. They passed all the important buildings and monuments, and drove into the business district. Silas pulled into the lot of a huge glass and concrete building.

"We're here."

Where 'here' was Casey had no clue. Silas got out and jogged up the stairs to the front door. Casey followed.

Inside the building was just as modern as it looked from the outside. There pictures of famous people making faces along one wall; in the middle was a sign that read 'The Lightman Group'. It sounded familiar, but Casey couldn't remember where she had heard it.

There was a woman talking to the receptionist at a desk up front.

Silas smiled at the sight of them. "Hey!" The older woman, maybe early fifties, late forties looked up and at the sight of Silas, her jaw went slack.

"Silas?" She asked.

Silas held out his arms. "In the flesh."

She quickly walked over to him, and hugged him. "What a lovely surprise!"

They released each other. "You look well." Silas said. "Since when did you start wearing such bold colors?" he looked over her professional, yet audacious turquoise dress.

"Since me and my husband divorced."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not." The woman smiled at him again. "You seem to be doing better."

"I feel much better." He stepped aside and pulled Casey closer to him. "Gillian, I want to introduce you to my fiancée, ADA Casey Novak. Casey, this is Dr. Gillian Foster."

Both women shook hands. "Pleased to meet you." Casey said.

"You as well. When Silas was here a little over a year ago to help with a case, he told me he was seeing someone special. I'm glad you two are happy." Gillian looked back to Silas. "So what brings you to town?"

"Casey brought me to meet my future in-laws, so I dragged her over here to meet her's."

"I'm flattered." She led them down the hall. "Cal, I hope, should be flattered as well, but you know him…" She looked over her shoulder at Casey. "Please don't mind him, he can be a bit… discourteous to guests sometimes."

Silas let out a snort. "Ya think?" Gillian led them into an office, where a man sat behind a desk, legs kicked up, smiling at them, mischievously when they walked in the door. He had grey hair, a large nose, and rough stubble across his chin.

"Silas Shag." He had a thick English accent. "Who's the looker?"

Casey blushed. "Good to see you too Cal." Silas said. "Cal this is…"

"Your fiancée, ADA Casey Novak." He swung his legs down and walked over to them, holding out his hand for Casey. "Dr. Cal Lightman." She shook it warily. It was scary how he knew her name.

"You've been creeping on the security cameras again?" Foster asked. "Stop trying to scare the poor girl!"

"Sorry, love." He had a creepy smile. It was weird how much he and Silas were the same though; they were dressed the same, dark jeans, dark dress shirt, long black suit jacket. They even walked the same way, slouched a bit, and both of them had ridiculous accents. She could also see where Silas got his cocky attitude from; Casey was getting the same vibe from Lightman that she did when she first met Silas. "You know, I married a prosecutor too. Let's just hope your marriage doesn't go up in flames as well."

"Well," Silas said, trying to ease the tension a bit. "It's been a while."

"Yeah, I don't count all the little cases we've bumped into each other on, so it's been a very long time." Lightman looked at Casey. "When he was nineteen, I lectured at Loyola, when I was first getting started. According to Silas, learning about microexpressions was like drug to him, he couldn't get enough. So, during the summer, breaks, weekends sometimes, he would fly up here and learn from the best."

Lightman looked at Silas, and gave him a weird look. "I was hoping he'd be my partner when he got out of college. Take over the business. People like young faces on things. But nope!" He pointed an accusing finger at Silas. "You go and join the bleeding FBI!"

"Life sucks, huh, Cal?"

He put and hand on Silas' shoulder; his expression softened. "It sure does." He looked at Gillian. "Take Red here and show her around. If you or Manhattan SVU are ever in need anything, I'm sure you'll find our facilities have whatever you need." He shook Casey's hand again. "Congrats."

Casey was speechless. "Thank you, so much, Dr. Lightman." Gillian led Casey out of the office. Silas went and shut the door, and then walked right up to Lightman.

"I want you to see if I'm telling the truth." Silas said. "I am over being shot and almost killed by Joseph Dunning in 2005. I am able to move on with my life."

Cal shook his head. "I'm sorry mate."

Silas sat down and yanked at his hair. "Goddamnit…"

"Silas, you don't just get over those kind of things." Lightman said. "Not for a very long time."

"But I want to." Silas leaned back and exhaled. "I still have nightmares, I can't sleep, but it's not just about Dunning anymore; it's every time I've been shot, every dead body I've ever seen."

"Listen, I'm no good at this. Foster's better at this kind of thing." Lightman sat down next to him. "Why don't you just stop?"

Silas gave Cal a weak smile. "If I didn't do this, who would?"

They didn't say anything for a bit. "Call Foster sometime." Cal advised.

Silas stood up, and nodded. "Good to see you, Cal." he went to holdout his hand, but Cal just walked over and hugged him.

XXX

"Cal's just a bit unorthodox; once you get to know him he's a good guy."

"Oh I have no doubt about that, but for the first few minutes, he skeeved me out, big time." It was dark out of the car. They had just gotten back in New York, and were about an hour from home. Casey let out a mammoth yawn. "His headquarters is fantastic though, we'll defiantly have to take up his offer sometime, if we cross state lines into D.C."

"Tired?"

"Yeah."

"Go to sleep then."

Casey did not need to be told twice. She was out in less than eight seconds.

When they got home, Silas carried her and their bags up to the apartment. He tucked her in, and slid into bed after her. Even though she was asleep, she sensed his presence, and rolled closer to him. Silas mused over everything that both his mentors had said. It was getting worse, not better; He had to do something like Hotch had said, if not for himself, then for the beautiful woman asleep in his arms.

The next day at his office, he called Foster.

"Foster." Her clipped voice came over the phone.

"Gillian? It's Silas."

"Silas? What's up?" Her voice sounded not surprised, like she had been expecting this call.

"I…" It killed him to say it, but he had to. "I need some help."

"How so?"

"I don't sleep, I have awful nightmares when I do, sometimes I flashback…"

"To what?"

Silas let out a dry chuckle. "I've been shot nine times, stabbed thirteen time, been wounded on the job forty-nine times, and have seen so many horrific scenes, I've lost count. Take your pick."

"Why do you think this is all affecting you?"

Silas inhaled. "Gillian," he said evenly. "Do you know what's it's like to die? To have your whole life laid out before of you? To look down and see yourself dying, and not be able to do anything about it?"

"No."

"Good." Silas said, voice tight. "Because no one should ever have to…"

Later on that evening, Silas came home to find Casey making dinner. Her back was to him, and she hadn't seem to have heard him come in, so he came up behind her, slid his arms around her midsection, and kissed her neck. She let out a little gasp of surprise, but then melted into him.

"What are you cooking?" Silas asked, leaning over her to examine the food.

"Some chicken seafood thing."

"Smells good. How was work?"

"Langdon got a motion passed to suppress one of the major pieces of evidence I need to win my case."

"That sucks."

"Sure does. How was your day?"

Casey felt him exhale. "I… I think we need to talk for a bit."

Casey looked at him over her shoulder. "About what?" She could see how tired he was.

He held on tighter to her. "The nightmares are getting worse Casey, I need you to help me."

"Was that what you talked to Hotch and Lightman about yesterday?"

"Yeah." He sighed. "Foster's a shrink, so I talked to her a bit today, and she said that we should talk, you know, about my… problems."

Casey turned around to face him. "Dinner's almost done, why don't you sit down and we can talk over dinner?" she brushed her lips over his.

He took her face in his hand, and kissed her again. "Thank you. For understanding."

"Silas, I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through," she said. "But I'll try to help as best as I can. I love you."

"I love you too." Silas didn't like to ask for help, but he had to admit he needed some now; and who better to help him, then the one person he cared about the most in this whole world.

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Lie to Me is another one of my favorite shows and when I came up with the character of Silas Shag I basically took Cal, made him younger and better looking, Southern, and filthy stinkin' rich.

Hope you enjoyed poking a bit into Silas' past a bit more. NEXT CHAPTER: THE WEDDING! YAY! Now REVIEW! The more you review, the more likely is it that I may or may not post it today…