"You are coming with me and Sam is staying out here." Cal said to Gillian.

He had arranged a room where he could talk to Gillian without Sam around.

Gillian raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "I don't think that that's a good idea."

"I don't think that you dating him is a very good idea." Cal said with a shrug.

"Cal, no." She argued.

"Gillian, yes." He said, taking her hand and walking towards the door.

She put a hand on his back and he flinched away. "Why do you keep doing that?" She asked.

"Why are you wearing a turtle neck?" He asked, stepping towards her.

"It's cold."

"It's eighty degrees. What are you hiding under there?" He asked, taking the edge of the shirt that was at her wrist and lifting it up slightly.

She pulled away and said, "I have to go."

"No, you are coming with me." He took her wrist and pulled her along.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked, walking over.

"Down tiger. I need to talk to her about my daughter and I don't want you around." He said with a shrug.

She stood behind Cal, watching them talk.

"No." Sam said, stepping towards Gillian.

Cal stepped over and blocked him. He smiled and said, "Back down."

"No. Get away from her.' Sam ordered.

"No." Cal said, keeping his ground.

Sam held up his hands in frustration and almost hit Cal, but he stopped himself, "She is MY girlfriend."

"Yeah, because you are forcing her to be."

"That's not true. She loves me. Don't you Gillian?" Sam asked.

She looked up at him and whispered, "Of course I do." But the deceit was more obvious than anything Cal had heard all day.

"She's coming with me. We'll will be back in a little bit." Cal said with a smile.

Sam took a deep breath and gave her the same warning glare.

Last night had been one of the worst night. She had more bruises then before. After they left Emily he did it because he thought that she had told Emily something.

She didn't have any broken bones or anything like that... yet. She was terrified of Sam, but Cal couldn't protect her while he was in prison, so she tried to do what he ordered.

"Back off." Cal hissed.

Sam stepped back and said, "Twenty minutes or I will get you into isolation."

"How will you do that?" Cal asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm a cop." He said with a smile.

"No you aren't." Cal whispered.

"Oh, yes I am."

Cal looked at Gillian and she nodded.

Cal sighed and dragged her away.

.:.

"He beats you. Doesn't he?" Cal asked, shutting and locking the door. There was no window, but Nick was standing outside.

Cal had the top part of his suit tied around his waist because of the unbearable heat outside. He walked towards her and said, "What are you doing with her."

She backed up against the wall and said, "I'm fine."

"I don't believe you."

"It's called trust."

"You know that I don't trust anyone."

"I thought you trusted me." She whispered.

"Only when you're telling the truth." He slowly grabbed the bottom of her shirt and she looked down at his hands.

"What are you doing?" She asked, stepping away.

He pulled it over her head and stared at her body, "My God Gillian." He said in disbelief. He clenched his jaw and she covered her bruised body with her arms.

A small tear rolled down her cheek and she stared at him. She bent down and grabbed the shirt from the floor.

He stepped forward, taking his gaze from the nasty bruises covereing her body. He pulled the shirt back over her body, being extremely gentle. It surprised her how careful he could be. He treated her like a fragile glass doll. He let her shirt fall down to her waist and wiped the tear from her face, "You need to get away from him." He whispered.

She let the rest of the tears fall, the ones that were pushing. She shook with sadness and he wrapped his arms around her.

She cried into his chest, wrapping her arms around his strong body.

He rubbed her back lightly, careful not to put pressure on it.

.:.

She finally pulled away and wiped her face, "What about you?" She asked.

"Huh?" He asked.

She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it over his head and then spun his around and stared at his back, "Holy shit, Cal. What happened?" She asked with wide eyes, staring at the scars that were now on his back.

He turned around and stared at her, "I'm fine."

"No you aren't." She whispered.

"Yes I am. It's better now."

"When did this happen? Who did it?"

"If you go and tell somebody then you will be the next person in the hospital with a traumatic brain injury." He said with a serious face.

She stared at him and took a deep breath, "What tool was used?"

"A razor." He whispered, pulling his own shirt back on.

"Be careful." She whispered quickly as the back off the shirt rolled over each cut.

He chuckled and said, "I can take pain, ya wimp."

She stared at him and smiled slightly, "What do I do?"

"Stay away from him." He said with a shrug.

"It's not that easy." She whispered.

"Why?"

"He said that if I'm not his girlfriend then he will hurt me."

"He already has."

"It'll be worse Cal. I will just have to tough it out until you get out of here." She whispered.

His jaw tightened and said, "Sounds like a plan." But she knew that that wasn't all.

.:.

"You bastard!" Cal yelled, running at Sam. He tackled him to the ground.

"Whoa!" Nick yelled, running over and grabbing Cal's shoulders.

Cal threw his fist into Sam's face, over and over again. He shoved Nick away and continued to kick and punch Sam, even after the man was unconscious.

Several cops ran up and peeled him off of Sam and yanked him away.

Cal continued to kick Sam until he was too far away to do anything. He gasped for air and stared at Sam with hatred boiling through his body.

"What the hell?" Nick asked, walking up to him.

"He's a... fuckin... bastard!" Cal yelled between deep breaths.

"Why?" Nick asked.

"He's hurting her!"

"Cal, stop!" Gillian said.

"Why?"

"It will only get worse." She said, taking a deep breath.

.:.

Cal was sent to isolation and Gillian was sent home with Sam once he woke up. She just wished that Cal hadn't done anything, because tonight was going to be painful.

"You're going to court tomorrow." Nick said.

"Why?"

"You and Matt. Things need to be cleared up. It's a final thing." Nick said with a shrug.

Cal nodded and stared at the ground.

"Why'd you do that?"

Cal stared at him and said, "I don't want to talk."

A/N: AH, can't wait to right the next chapter either!