Cal rolled his shoulders as he walked into the courthouse. His hands were cuffed behind his back and the cop definitely wasn't being gentle. Nobody knew about the wounds on his back other than the men who did it and Gillian. He wanted to keep it that way, although he flinched everytime the cop shoved him.

Gillian stood at the end of the hallway with her arms crossed over her chest. Sam stood beside her with his arm around her waist. He was wearing his cop uniform and that was what sickened Cal the most. To see him standing there, looking so strong and protective, but knowing that he was just a bastard.

She smiled slightly and fell into pace with him, ignoring the aggressive stares from Sam. She didn't care about his threats when she was with Cal. Sam wouldn't dare touch her around Cal, because he knows what Cal can do. She felt safe around Cal and was happy that he had to go to court, because she HAD to be there.

"How's Em?" Cal asked, looking at her and ignoring the presence of the other men.

"She's doing okay. The only thing keeping her sane is the fact that she knows that she knows who you are. It would be so much easier if you were not in jail... for more then one reason." She added, hinting the harsh night that she had recieved from Sam just hours before.

He stared at her with sympathy and turned to Sam, "I need to talk to her in private."

"Why?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Um, because we need to talk about the case and you, as well as I, know that you can't be in there." He smiled trimphantly when Sam sighed and walked away and when he was pushed into a private room by the cop. Cal kicked the door shut and stared at Gillian, wishing his hands weren't stuck behind his back.

He walked up to her and lightly pressed his lips to hers.

She held his strong body, passionately kissing the man that she wished she could have spent the night with. She finally pulled away and he breathed, "Are you okay?"

She rested her hands on his shoulders and her forhead on his, "Yeah. I'll be fine."

"Tell somebody." He said, taking deep breaths.

"I can't Cal, because I don't want to risk him getting away with a warning and then hurting me even more. There is no proof that HE did this to me." She said, staring at him sadly.

He desperately wished that he could hold her, he just wanted to hug her. It was so frustrating.

She stared at him and said, "What's wrong?"

He cleared his throat and said, "Nothing. Are you ready for this?"

"I think so." She whispered, "I can just tell them what happened. You were protecting me."

He nodded, feeling guilty for making her lie, "You don't have to lie."

"I do now."

"Why?"

"Because if I don't... you will be in jail for longer and I will have to deal with Sam longer. This is totally my decision now." She whispered.

He tightened his jaw and said, "I'm so sorry Gillian. This is all my fault."

"Yeah." She said with a small smile.

"You're a strong woman." He said, pressing his lips to hers once more, making it as special as he could without being able to actually touch her.

She ran her hands over his chest and clutched his shirt. She had to use every fiber of her being to pull herself off of him. She ran her thumb over his wet lip and gasped for air, "I love you, and I'm sorry that this had to happen." He whispered between breaths.

She stared at him and nodded, giving him a hug and just standing there for a minute, embracing him.

.:.

"Cal went after Matt after what happened. I tried to hold him back. Them Matt threatened to shoot me and Cal shot him while protecting me." Gillian said confidently, staring at the jury.

"That's bullshit." Matt said, standing up.

"Sit down." The judge ordered. "Anything else?" He asked Gillian.

She had already explained everything that had happened with the poison and things like that. She didn't like going back to the past and remembering all of this. It was difficult for her.

Cal sat next to several cops. He had his usually mask on so she couldn't see anything. She was the only one he every showed his real feelings to, though. And that made her feel very special. She tightened her jaw and looked at Matt who was glaring at her.

"No, that's it. But I can answer any questions." She said, looking at the judge.

"That'll be all, thank you." He nodded and let her go.

.:.

"I'll take him." Sam offered to the cops, taking Cal's cuffed hands and dragging him down a hallway where people only walked on weekends. It was abandoned and he knew it.

Cal had wide eyes as Sam dragged him down the hall, "Where are you going?" Gillian asked, catching up with Cal and Sam with a small smile.

"I would recommend you don't come with us." Sam said, glaring at her.

She stared at him and said, "Sounds like I'm staying."

"Gillian, no." Cal said, staring at her with a soft warning, It was nothing like Sam's harsh looks.

"Yes." She said, following them down the long hallway.

"You sure?" Sam asked, staring at her.

"Yes." Gillian said, staring right back.

He smiled and took out his key, unlocking one of Cal's cuffs.

Before Cal could fight, Sam slipped the cuff under the arm of a bench and locked it around his wrist again, tight enough to cut Cal even if he wasn't struggling. Cal spun around, both of his hands cuffed to the bench and stared at Sam. He threw his foor out and managed to kick Sam in the knee.

"Damnit!" Sam yelled, punching Cal.

"You think your tough, don't you?" Cal asked.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

"You can only beat me up if I don't have the use of my hands." Cal said with a chuckle as he kicked Sam again.

Sam fell to the ground and got back up, stepping out of range from Cal.

Gillian started backing away, knowing that Cal couldn't protect her now.

"Oh, no you don't." Sam grabbed her wrist and she yelped slightly, pulling away.

"Stop!" Cal yelled madly as Sam yanked her towards him. He smashed his face to hers and she struggled to get away, punching his chest, but it didn't seem to affect him.

Cal yanked at the cuffs, ignoring the excruciating pain as the medal dug into his wrists, "Stop!" He yelled, kicking his lets out, unable to reach Sam.

He continued to pull at the cuffs, slowly squeezing his bloody hands from the restraints. He eventually fell back, staring at his throbbing hands for a minute. He shook his hand, snapping out of his worried state, and turned around. He attacked Sam, throwing him to the ground and throwing his fist into his face.

Gillian crawled away and stood up. She ran the other way, yelling for help.

A/N: Can't wait for LtM tonight, althought I'm worried that it will be the last... the next chapter is NOT a good one, just so you know.