I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters.
The Choice of an Angel.
"You think that's? That it's all over?" a trace of hurt quivered in Rodgers voice. "No, not it's not over! I got screwed over, he ruined my life and I want my revenge, he has to pay for what he did!"
"And, what about me?" Gillian retorted turning to face him. "Why should I pay? Why does my life have to end?" her voice began to rise. "I haven't done anything but love people who seem intent on destroying my life and this is how I get repaid. You're going to kill me for LOVING?" Gillian began to laugh; it was a hysterical, uncontrollable laughter.
"Gillian" Cal whispered with concern, reaching for her hand but she yanked it away, striding towards Rodger until she was only a few feet away. Tears began to pour down Gillian's face and her body shook , but she continued to laugh. "This is ridiculous" she gasped through the laughter. "You are ridiculous!" she pointed at him. Rodger's bright green eyes widened with shock. Cal's body stiffened as he saw the rage build in Rodgers eyes. Gillian wiped the tears from her face, blue eyes blazing she met Rodger's glare. "This ends now!" she said firmly. "You said I was a victim in all of this, well, I'm telling you now. I'm sick of being the victim, it all ends NOW!"
"No" Rodgers voice was calm and steady but Cal could see the wrath that he was about to release. "It ends when I say it ends. Now get on the desk and spread your legs!"
Gillian stood defiantly holding his gaze. "I said GET ON THE FUCKING DESK YOU BITCH" his cool exterior melting.
Gillian shook her head. "No!" only Cal noted the slight quiver in her voice that betrayed her outward bravado.
Rodger lifted the gun with a dramatic flourish and grinned. "Ok honey" His charming demeanour returning. "I'll make a deal with you. You let me…what's that quaint British phrase Lightman uses….ah yes. You let me shag you, with him watching and I will let the pair of you walk out of here alive."
"If I don't?"
"I'll shoot the both of you! So what's it going to be baby?" Rodger licked his lips, self-assured that she would choose to save their lives.
"No. I'm not letting you violate me like that." Gillian protested.
"Gillian" Cal breathed.
Rodger laughed. "Don't be ridiculous, you would rather you both die than have sex with me?"
"Yes, she replied adamantly. "If you kill me, that's your choice, your decision and will have to live with that, but I couldn't live with myself if I let you do that to me, if I became YOUR victim."
"I'll do it, I'll shoot you, don't think I won't" anger boiled in his voice as he aimed the gun at her heart.
"Cal," she called over her shoulder. "I want you to know that I love you. He's only got time to shoot one of us, I don't want to you stay, I want you to run."
"Don't be so bloody stupid, I'm not leaving you, I'm not letting that bastard shoot you!" panic began to rise in him as he inched closer to her.
"Please Cal." She began to cry, "I need you to go, Emily needs you. No one will miss me. I need you to go now." The tears began to fall faster.
"I'll miss you, I need you…." Cal implored. So close, I'm almost close enough to get in front of her.
"SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL SHOOT YOU, I SWEAR TO GOD!" Rodger screamed. He's working up to shoot. Cal shuddered. Just a few more steps.
"So just do it then" Gillian sobbed spreading her arms. "shoot me..shoot me…go on…SHOOT ME!
BANG. The deed was done.
It had all happened in slow motion. He had tried to move faster but it was as if his body was made of lead. She truly did look like an angel. The dull yellow light bounced off her white silk dress casting a glow around her delicate form. As she held her arms out she closed her eyes, tilted her head back and waited for the impending bullet. He saw the fury, pain and confusion swirling in Rodgers wide eyes as he began to squeeze the trigger and so he lunged, throwing himself towards her, praying the bullet would make contact with him instead. BANG. He heard the sickening sound, but felt no impact, no pain that would accompany the tearing of flesh that would be inflicted by a bullet wound. His body crashed heavily into the bookshelf causing the contents to clatter down onto him. Something heavy crashed against his skull, causing his head to swim. He forced his eyes to focus, a gut wrenching sickness permeating his core. For a second they both stood perfectly still, blue eyes locked with green. Both faces pale and shocked. Cal's eyes drunk in the terrible scene, the gaping flesh wound the bullet had made, the menacing, dark crimson stain that began to soak white material. Gillian swayed violently, swinging her head towards him she smiled weakly. "Cal!" her voice cracked before she crumpled to the flood. "Gillian" he rasped, dragging his heavy form towards her, desperately fighting the blackness that was creeping up on him. "Gillian" he gripped her hand and then, the sinister blackness engulfed him.