"She was going on a date with this boy... a camping trip. He was a good kid. I met him once or twice and there never seemed to be anything wrong. But then she left for the weekend and he killed her." The mother whispered.

Cal stared at her with wide eyes, "Emily needs to come home." He said to Gillian.

"Not right now." Gillian hissed, looking back to the mother, "Did he talk to you at all while he had her?'

"Yeah... he called me three times... it was like some kind of game... He kept telling me that she didn't have much time... that I needed to find her."

"And you told the police?" Gillian asked.

"Yes, but they couldn't track the phone calls. Then I got one more and he told me where they had been camping... he said that she was dead and that I could go find the body..." The tears came and Cal scrunched up his face.

"What was the boy's name?" Cal asked.

"Um... Trevor." She whispered.

"Holy shit." Cal said, "Emily..." He whispered, standing up. "Oh my fuckin'..." His voice trailed off and he left.

"Oh my gosh." Gillian whispered, watching Cal run out of the lab.

The mother waited until Cal was gone and then looked to Gillian, "What?"

"We have reasons to believe that his daughter is the next victim." Gillian whispered, "I'm sorry, I have to go. Thank you so much. You could have just saved his daughter's life."

"Oh my goodness." The mother whispered, "If I can do anything else..."

Gillian nodded and ran to Cal's office, "She isn't picking up. Why didn't I ask WHERE they were camping? Holy shit, this is bad... He's gonna kill her!" Cal yelled at Gillian. He frantically walked around his desk and looked at Gillian.

"Call Ben and tell him." Gillian said. She could only catch a glimpse of his eyes. The terror in them was too obvious.

"This is your fault!" Cal yelled.

She stared at him with a frown, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"YOu are the one that said I should just let her go... that it would all be fine." He hissed.

"Cal... I didn't know that this would happen." She whispered, stepping towards him and placing a hand on his arm.

He pushed her away and yelled, "You told me that it would be okay!"

She fell back against the wall in shock. He just pushed. He physically shoved her away.

She took a deep breath and said, "Cal. How could I have possibly known that that would happen?"

"Don't just say the same thing." He said, walking towards her, "YOU pushed me to let her do this. YOU said that I should give her another chance. YOU are going to be the reasoning for the death of my daughter!" He yelled furiously. He pushed her shoulders back with every 'YOU'.

She pushed herself up against the wall and stared at him worriedly, "I'm sorry Cal. I didn't know!" Now she was just getting desperate for him to stop and worry about Emily, rather then blaming her.

"I can't believe I kissed you." He hissed.

"That's not fair! That kiss had NOTHING to do with what's happened!" She yelled.

He grabbed both of her arms and pushed her up against the wall, "Gillian." He hissed.

She grimaced and pushed at his chest, "Cal, stop." She begged. He grip was getting tighter. He was hurting her.

"If Emily dies." He hissed in her face, "It's your fault."

"Cal! You're hurting me!" She yelled, pushing at him.

"YOU'RE HURTING ME!" He yelled back, referring to the fear of Emily's possible death, "THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT!" He screamed at her, "She's gonna die!"

"CAL!" She yelled back. As he raised his voice, he also seemed to raise the pain, "Let go of me!"

"I thought you were my friend! I thought you cared!" He yelled.

Now this was just getting to be his own guilt. He felt bad for saying yes and was looking for someone to blame. Since he knew that Gillian didn't do it on purpose... he was just looking for a reason to stay mad, because if he wasn't mad... he would be devastated and that could be dangerous.

"Cal!" She yelled, placing her hands on his chest, although he was still holding her arms tightly. There would be bruises there tomorrow. For sure. "You need to calm down."

"She's going to die!" He yelled. The expression on his face went from worry to hate to scary in a matter of seconds. He was terrifying Gillian. What was he about to do?

"Cal, please stop." She begged, hoping to stop him before he did something that he might regret.

"HEY." Ben yelled, stepping into the room.

Cal let go of Gillian and stepped back, watching as she fell to the floor.

She held her arms and looked down, ashamed that she had let it get that far.

Ben stood in the doorway staring at both of them, "What the hell is going on here?"

Cal tightened his jaw and crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't saaying anything.

Gillian got up off the floor and looked between the too men.

He stared at her, his face had a very pained expression now. He fell against his desk, hiding his face in his hands, "She's gonna die." He whimpered.

At first she thought it was an act. Cal just trying to get her sympathy again, but it wasn't. He was seriously scared for Emily's sake. They all were.

Ben cleared his throat and said, "We'll handle this later. C'mon."

Cal looked at Gillian for a moment with a sorry look. He had lost control. He had hurt her. He could never forgive himself. But that later. They had to get to Emily.

He nodded to the door, letting Gillian go first.

She didn't make eye contact with him. She just left.

Cal sighed and followed out behind her, anxious to get to Emily. Anxious to see Trevor so he could beat his head in.

A/N: Snow is so pretty ^.^