I do not own Lie to me Or any of the Characters.

However if I did, i would not be as stupid as FOX and cancel such an amazing show!

My take and what may have happened after S3 finale, Gillian and Cal will get their happy ending...or will they!

Misery Loves company

Gillian sighed heavily as she pressed her glass of water to her forehead. She let the biting chill caused by the ice in the glass sooth her crying induced headache. Save for a smale slither of moon light that seeped though her lounge curtains, the house was dark, as dark and empty as she felt. She had lost patients before, it was a hazard of the job, and she was trying to pass off the crushing misery she felt from Claries death as just grief but she knew it was more, something much more than she wanted to admit even to herself. Her eyes wandered lazily over to the fireplace, where the offensive ticking of the clock told her it was 10.30. Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. Gillian fought back the flood of tears that threatened to overpower her, That's right She thought, keep ticking away the seconds of my life, ticking away time, time that Claire should still be enjoying. A solitary tear plopped onto her cheek and snaked it's path down her face. She gave a slight start as a knock echoed though the sullen house.

"Cal!" Gillian breathed as she was greeted by the slightly dishevelled Cal Lightman. He stood awkwardly on her door step, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Alright luv?" He grinned crookedly.

"cal, what are you doing here?" she asked wearily.

"I..I just wanted to make sure you were alright luv" His eyes drinking in every movement, every expression she made.

"I'm fine" She smiled, shrugging one shoulder.

"Now...be both know that's a lie, don't we darlin'" He rocked on the balls of his feet before inching closer to her. A lump rose in her throat and the ever present tears began to well in her eyes.

"I...I...it's just" her voice faltered as her face crumpled with despair.

"It's alright luv, it's all right" Cal soothed as he wrapped her in his arms. He pulled her flush with his body, and gently stroking her hair he manovered them both over the doorstep, kicking the door closed behind them.

"I'm sorry" she whispered as she pulled from his embrace and wiped her tear stained face.

"hey" Cal said as he stroked her arm " you have nothing to be sorry for!" Gillian smiled sadly at him.

"I feel like I have a lot to be sorry for" she sighed biting her bottom lip. She fixed him with her beautiful blue eyes, the shimmering tears in them made them glisten in the moonlight of the room causing cal to catch his breath. She looked so beautiful and vulnerable and he longed to tell her that he wasn't there as a friend, he was there as a person, a man, who loved her in a way he had loved no other person. He wanted to hold her in his arms until her heart stopped hurting, to kiss away every single tear that rolled down her lovely face, but he couldn't. He knew it was wrong, he knew that when she was vulnerable and emotional was not the time to make a heartfelt declaration of love to her, because she would accept it. She would want to be held and loved, and he would be let unsure if it was real love, the kind that he was longing for, or if it was a cry for comfort. Yet there was something, something intangible, something he couldn't decipher in that gaze, that urged him to tell her how her felt.

"Cal" Gillian croaked, he had barely comprehended that she had spoken before he found her in his arms. "Will you stay with me tonight"

"What?" His heart hammered in his chest, had she read what he was thinking? Did she know what he had come here to profess? Foster was good, but he didn't think even she was good enough to be able to read him when she was such an emotional wreck

"Will you stay with me? I don't want to be alone...every time I close my eyes I see..." She swallowed hard and clamped her eyes shut, cutting off a fresh stream of tears.

"Of course I will" he said tenderly, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. As she exhaled he felt the tension ebb from her body as she melted into his embrace.

"Thank you" she mumbled into his shoulder. The raging emotions began to bubble up inside him, he yearned to say to say that he'd do anything for her, because he loved her, that seeing her in so much pain was torture to him, he was so afraid that those forbidden words would rush from his mouth if he tried to speak, so all he could do in response was tighten his embrace and just hold her.

A/N It's been a long time since I have written anything, so I am sorry if this is rubbish. I just felt compelled to finish off what was started by the S3 finale as it felt so unfinished. Call this my closure!