So I know that I haven't updated this in like, well pretty much forever. And that most people would probably have forgotten the entire story but I just felt like I owed it to everyone, and to myself, to finish it. So here's the final chapter :)

Don't own Lie to Me. I never did.

He was sick of her lies. She said she wanted to be friends again. And last time he checked friends told each other things.

'Ok, well now you've finished that lie how about telling me the truth?'

She looked up at him and he noticed how tired she looked. There were deep bags under her eyes and something else was missing. That sparkle. That sparkle her eyes usually had.

Whatever had happened was much bigger than the flu.

She slowly stood up and walked over to him.

'I'm fine.'

'Liar. Tell me.'

She continued to answer him in a monotone. She didn't even have the energy to try and make her latest lie sound convincing.

He thought changing the topic might give him a greater clue as to what was going on.

'So how's Sophie?'

That. That right there. That hit a nerve.

'What happened? Has something happened?'

He could see her eyes begin to water and she bit her lip. Pain transfer. If she could cause enough pain by biting her lip, it would take her mind off crying.

'Darling, that won't work with me. You know I'll keep pushing.'

As soon as he uttered the word darling, he saw her composure change. She began to slouch and he knew in that instant what had happened.

'SHE TOOK HER AWAY. SHE TOOK MY BABY AWAY.'

He heard a voice screaming. He saw Gillian's lips moves. But it didn't seem real. Time seemed to have stopped. He saw her crumble to the ground, crying hysterically. He saw her entire body heave. He saw the tears pour down her cheeks.

And he didn't even have to think. Even consider his response. He launched himself to the ground and threw his arms around her.

They sat like that for what seemed like hours. He was scared to let her go. Scared that she wouldn't have the strength to stand, or even to continue to breathe. So he held her. Moulded his body so it fit hers perfectly. And they just sat there.

Days passed. Weeks passed. The topic of Sophie wasn't mentioned again and neither was her break down in her office. She pretended to be fine and after a while she even began to convince herself.

Convinced herself that every time Alec came home late it was because he was working so hard, working to rebuild their family.

Convinced herself that she was fine with her life. That she should be happy. She had a wonderful job, a fantastic best friend, a husband.

Convinced herself that she didn't need a child to make her life whole.

She bought it, but Cal didn't. However, the line remained firmly in place, as did those questions Cal wanted so badly to ask.

Why the hell are you settling for second best?

'Did the school principal seem tense to you?'

Gillian settled in the chair across from Cal's desk, slushy in hand.

'Wouldn't you be, if this happened at your school?'

Cal spoke as he swung in his chair.

'Well, he had his left hand in his pants pocket, pressed against his leg the whole time.'

Gillian shook her head slightly.

'We're not all hiding something.'

'Okay.'

He gave her that look. That look that meant he was humouring her.

'You think I'm naive just because I don't share your twisted view of the world.'

'That and you read romance novels.'

Gillian began to smile.

'Yes, I do. Because they make me happy. A pursuit I highly recommend to you.'

He continued to swing in his chair, evaluating the statement.

'Truth or happiness, never both.'

It wasn't until Gillian was lying in bed that night, alone, the pillow next to her cold, that she realised the truth in that statement.

She couldn't possibly have both.