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It was years ago, months before she and Alec adopted Sophie.
He'd noticed she was happier. She was wearing pink, and her skin just seemed to glow. She was in such a good mood all the time that all their problems in the group, all the havoc he caused, she'd just let them pass with a soft metaphorical slap on his hand, instead of getting furious like she usually did.
Gillian Foster was the happiest he had seen her over the years.
Then, of course, he ruined it.
On a case. Something to do with the Armenian mob. He got them abducted on a parking lot while they were going to her car. Both hit in the head with the butt of a gun and thrown into a small, windowless, room. They took their watches and, with no natural light, they couldn't know for how long they'd been there.
For how long they would be in there. Or if they'd ever get out of there alive.
At that moment he thought they were both well, giving the circumstances. Both with a bitch of a headache, but that seemed to be it.
That was until he noticed that Foster, on the other side of the room, had started bleeding. On one minute there was nothing there, on the other she had her trousers stained with blood.
For a split of second he wondered if she'd gotten shot or stabbed, but it didn't make sense. He quickly discarded that idea. And then he glanced at her face and saw the pain, not only the physical pain, and he quickly put the pieces together. Her happiness…
-Got your period, did you, luv? – He asked, getting up from his place against the wall to walk over to her opposite end of the room, offering her his jacket to cover herself up.
Her voice and face were both unreadable when she nodded.
-Yeah. It decided to be inconvenient. – She stated shortly, replying too fast for it to be true, using his jacket to cover herself with it.
Hours later they were rescued, taken to the Hospital. Alec came for Gillian, of course he did.
And Call, Call intruded; pulled the man aside before he went inside the room where she was.
-She's hurt. You look after her, yeah? – He'd half asked, half demanded, wanting to make sure she'd get the comfort she needed.
She would only talk about years later, and only because of a case related to failed pregnancies and because she'd gotten more than half drunk on his very expensive Whisky again.
She told him about how she hadn't told anyone back then but Alec not to jinx it; about how it wasn't the first baby they'd lost. About how, despite that, she couldn't help but be in cloud 9 over it.
About how it, not the miscarriage itself, but Alec's reaction, had been the last straw on their marriage.
How he wouldn't go anywhere near her after that. How he'd made her feel disgusting and undesirable.
They'd try to adopt Sophie to fix it yet the failed adoption had only strained things worst. Quickly after that, Alec had gone back to using and the rest was old history…
But all of that had been years ago.
Except history tends to repeat itself, doesn't it?
They have been dating for about six months now. They haven't announced it to anyone but Emily yet, however, they're absolute certain that everyone back at the Lightman group has noticed. Maybe they stared too long or Call hasn't been able to hide his good mood or they can't mask the adoration in each other's eyes whenever they exchange glances.
They are certain they know. And that they know Call and Gillian know they know. But no one mentioned it yet, respecting their boundaries.
So, everything's actually going brilliant, yeah?
That is until Gillian and Eli Loker get abducted while on a case.
Twelve hours go by before they get rescued and Calls feels those are the worst twelve hours he's ever lived through.
They only allow him to see her after Police questioned her.
They've been here so, so many times before for each other. But it always hurts like it's the bloody first time.
Gillian assures him that she's okay but he notices she does seem a bit out of it.
It could be the shock, or the fact that she's been given pain killers that relax her muscles; there's definitely something off about it. About her.
He decides to give her some space, excusing himself to go check on Loker.
Loker is fine. He's fine. But he grabs call by his sleeve before he leaves to go meet with Gillian again.
-Lightman, wait. – And there's an urgency in his voice. Call stops on his tracks, turns around.
-What is it? – He asks. Loker takes a deep breath.
-I know Foster and you are dating. – Call's eyebrows rise, having not expected Loker to bring it up now. Then his eyes squint at him, defensive. – Look… It's not just me, everybody knows, okay?….
-Yeah. I know. What's that got to do with this? – Calls asks approaching him, something aggressive in his stride. Loker takes another deep breath.
-Gillian… She's not okay. – Call stops again, his full attention now on Loker, his face telling him to speak up, that he's listening. – I… She said it was her period, but I think… No. I'm sure… I'm sure she lied in there. I think Gillian had a miscarriage in that room, Call.
Call freezes. And for a moment he's sure he can't guard himself and Loker can read him, can see his surprise.
-You weren't trying… - Loker concludes before Lightman interrupts him.
-Shut up, Loker. Go home. Take the next week off. I mean it. – He says before walking out.
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