Only Girl Chapter 3: Revolver, a lie to me fanfic

AN: OK, I'll be honest; I have no idea how many chapters this story has in it. However, I love music (all kinds) and I love the idea of Callian so I'm willing to keep going until I run out of steam. Suggestions are wonderful and so are reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own "Revolver" by Madonna feat. Lil' Wayne, or "Lie to Me" and it's characters.

Revolver

Cal was still thinking about their dance. It had been a few days (tense days for him) and the memories of the way she felt pressed against him, the scent of her skin, the brush of her hair on his chin, had not faded in the least. That was proving to be a problem for him. How was he supposed to get anything done when anytime she was nearby he pitched a tent in his trousers? And that damn dream! The dream had certainly made him shake his fist at his subconscious. He didn't need his subconscious telling him what his conscious was telling him every day, and had been for years!

Just for an example, this morning had started horribly. He'd awoken late after a fitful night of tossing and turning. He had been dreading, and yet hoping, for another dream involving Foster (naked please!) and had finally fallen asleep around 2-ish. No dreams that he could remember, but his lack of sleep made him cranky. This meant that since Em was in an unusually chipper mood before school, he was very irritated by the time he arrived at the office.

Muttered good mornings were exchanged with those he passed on his way to his study. Cal flopped onto his couch and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb. He lifted his lids when he heard his phone ring. Plucking it out of his pocket, he answered brusquely.

"Lightman."

"Cal!"

"Foster, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, but I'm afraid my kitchen is flooding and I didn't know what to do. I honestly have no idea why I called you and not a plumber."

"I'll be right over, love. Oh, and call a plumber as soon as I hang up, yeah?"

They hung up and he hurried out the door, laughing. What the hell did she think he'd be able to do?

Meanwhile, Gillian was busy scurrying about her kitchen and living room, trying to move things out of the flood pouring from underneath her kitchen sink. She had tried once (unsuccessfully) to reach under and shut the water off. Now she looked like a drowned rat, her dress was soaked, her hair hung in wet clumps around her face and her shoes were ruined. She was currently on the phone with a plumber the conversation was not going well.

"Two hours! There's no way I can wait that long!"

"Listen, I've got a lot of runs to make this morning. I'm shorthanded and I've got-"

Gillian interrupted him.

"I will double whatever amount the house call and the repairs and the parts are going to be if you just get over here! My kitchen, dining room and half of my living room are beginning to look like an indoor pool. Please!"

Silence and then a sigh.

"Alright, I'll be there in…let's say half an hour."

"Oh, thank you! Thank God!"

She rattled off her address, hung up and got back to work. As she ran back into her kitchen, she decided to have another go at getting the water turned off. Foster took a deep breath and stuck her upper body into the cabinet, blindly searching for the valve. Torrents of water struck her and drenched her anew. Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands encircle her waist and pull her out from underneath the sink. The breath that she had been holding was released in a shriek, cut off by her choking as water flooded her mouth. Spluttering, she was set aside as Cal dove under the sink and had the water off in a matter of minutes. He came up shaking water from his hair and looking around himself, bewildered.

Foster was still gasping and coughing. She looked dazed.

"Alright then, love?"

She nodded slowly.

"What the hell happened in here?"

She shook her head slowly.

"No idea, eh?"

A sheepish look crossed her face.

"Alright, some idea then."

"It's possible that my pipe burst because I didn't get it fixed properly when it first started leaking."

Cal looked at her incredulously.

"So all of this could have been avoided. What did you do, patch it up with duct tape and forget about it?"

At the blush that came to her cheeks he rubbed his hands over his face.

"Is the plumber on his way?"

"Yes. He should be here soon."

"Well that's a relief. Although, I'd say your problems a bit bigger than a leaky pipe now."

They both looked around at the lake that was now in her ground floor. A bottle of dish soap drifted past Cal. A stray page from that morning's newspaper floated past Gillian and her lip began to wobble. Cal sloshed over to her as her eyes filled with tears. She really was a sight. Her mascara was running in black streaks down her face, her dress was so heavy with water that it had begun to sag off of one shoulder and she was missing a shoe.

"Don't cry, darling. It'll be fine."

"We can have a pool party inside my house! That is not fine!"

She was angry at herself. He just shook his head as he gathered her in his arms. She didn't resist the embrace. Gillian was fine for a second. Then she realized poor Cal was absolutely soaked through, too. She sniffed once, twice, and then a full-on sob escaped her.

Cal looked down at her.

"We'll get it cleaned up, no worries."

"I'm- I'm s-s-sorrry! You got allll wet! Your shoes are ruined, too!"

He pushed her slightly away from him, holding onto her upper arms. She looked absolutely pitiful and her downstairs was in a shambles and she was worried about his shoes?

"Well, that's enough of that! Don't you cry about my shoes. They'll be fine. Let's just concentrate on salvaging some of this stuff. How about some dry clothes first?"

Just then there was a knock on the door. Cal gently pushed Gillian towards the stairs.

"Go get changed and I'll get that."

She nodded and squished up the stairs while he let the plumber in. She was back ten minutes later in a white t-shirt and bright teal shorts, her hair in a ponytail, face scrubbed and a pair of wellies on her feet. Cal grinned at her getup. His grin faded when he realized that he could see the bottom curve of her bum if she bent over slightly, as she was doing right now adjusting her rubber boots. He swallowed hard and looked at the plumber. He was also staring at Foster's attributes.

"Oi! You were saying?"

"Right! Well, the pipe's shot. I need to make sure the other pipes under there are in good shape before I can replace anything. I'll get the sump pump in here later today, but I have to tell you, it'll be a few days before you'll be able to pull the carpet up. I should be able to have your water back on in a day or two."

Foster grimaced.

"I suppose I'll be checking into a hotel for a bit, then. Two days for the water?"

"That's the best estimate I can give you without inspecting the pipes further."

"Alright. I'll just get as much of my things out of the water as possible. You go ahead and do what you need to do with the pipes and the pump."

"I'll get started now. Let me call my guys and see who can get out here with the equipment so we can get this water out of here."

The plumber went over to the sink and Gillian went over to the living room.

Only a small amount of water had crept in here.

"Cal, you're soaked. I found some old things of Alec's in the hall closet. They're in my bathroom. You should go change so you're dry on your way home. I'm so sorry about this!"

"I'll go change and then I'll come down and help get things moved. Don't think on it, Foster. I'll be right back."

Gillian smiled radiantly at Cal as he went upstairs. Cal couldn't help but think that Foster's short shorts might be the death of him.

When he came back down he could hear the plumber sloshing around in the kitchen and music coming from the living room.

My love's a revolver

Oops I guess I shot ya

My finger's on the trigger

I had a bullet with your name on it

Click click

He entered the living room to see Gillian's bum swinging around in those damn shorts as she set a lamp from the dining room on the floor. She turned around and waded towards him.

"I figured we'll just pile as much as we can into the dry part of the living room."

"Whatever you want. Anything you want is fine with me. Especially if you're wearing those shorts when you tell me what to do."

She smacked his arm and walked past him into the dining room. He just shook his head dazedly.

I'm a sex pistol

My love should be illegal

Real deal baby I'm no counterfeit

Click click

(I…)

Line 'em up

Knock 'em down

If looks could kill

Eh oh eh oh

My body's fully loaded

And I got more ammo

(I…)

Line 'em up

Knock 'em down

If looks could kill

Eh oh eh oh

You're an accessory to a murder 'cause

He turned around and stepped aside as she walked past him carrying a dining chair. Cal went in and grabbed another, setting it next to the one she had brought in. As he went back into the dining room, the chair that Gillian had been carrying slipped out of her grasp, sending sprays of water up onto her. She sighed in exasperation and picked it up again, walking past him and dancing a little bit.

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

I let it bang bang

Foster may not have noticed that the water had made her shirt semi-transparent in spots, but Cal had. And one of those wonderful spots happened to be on her right breast. Her lovely nipple had hardened at the contact with the cold water and since she apparently wasn't wearing a bra, he could see the pretty coral peak just peeking through the white cotton of her shirt.

You've been hit by a smooth criminal

A bad girl

I got you cryin' to your mama

Sayin' I can't believe it

I seen ya type

Bring ya knife into a gun fight

Caught up in love right

I Think I'm in love, I

(I…)

Line 'em up

Knock 'em down

If looks could kill

Eh oh eh oh

My body's fully loaded

And I got more ammo

(I…)

Line 'em up

Knock 'em down

If looks could kill

Eh oh eh oh

You're an accessory to a murder cause

He picked up another chair and followed her. She was dancing again, singing about her fully loaded body and her sex being killer. Oh, how he wanted to find out. Even if it killed him. Apparently since their dance the other night her shyness about dancing around him was lessened. That was perfectly fine with him.

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

I let it bang bang

I shoot 'em bang bang

Mirror mirror on the wall

Who's the baddest of them all?

I shoot 'em bang bang

I light em up and watch 'em fall

Cal was desperately hoping for another glimpse of her nipple, but she kept passing him too quickly for him to see. That didn't stop him from ogling her lovely behind when her back was to him. Her long slim legs were giving him visions of those same legs wrapped around his hips. Her wiggling ass made him think of her sitting in his lap while she wiggled around. The tempting flash of her rosy nipple made him wonder how she would taste. His arousal was becoming painful.

Bang,

The shooter's name is Wayne

The victim didn't complain

She just screamed 'shoot again'

I gave her extra rounds

My barrel twist around

I am Mr. Shoot 'em Down

I leave hearts on the ground

My love is a weapon

And yes I use it well

Then I let the rose petals

Cover up the bullet shells

I never shoot and tell

I only shoot to kill

And that vest ain't gonna help ya

even if it`s made of steel

Gillian was smiling, even though the situation didn't really warrant it. Cal was just so wonderful sometimes. The fact that he had left the office to come and help her made her feel quite warm and fuzzy. They were working, and the music was helping to lighten her mood, and she wasn't worried about him seeing her break out the occasional booty shake because he was her friend. He had stayed and he didn't have to, and she loved him even more for that.

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

My love's a revolver

My sex is a killer

Do you wanna die happy?

I let it bang bang

Cal caught Gillian's smile and couldn't help smiling back, although his was a little pained. He was really hoping the next song wouldn't be conducive to dancing too much. His situation was getting painful. Thankfully, they got to the more heavy furniture and things soon after, so she had to keep her moves to a minimum. Hours later in the early evening, as they moved the last item from the kitchen, she smiled tiredly at him. They were both exhausted and damp.

"I'll go pack a bag and reserve a room. You go home, get changed and I'll be over in a bit to cook dinner. My treat for all your help today."

Cal stood and offered his hand to her. She took his assistance gratefully. He kissed the top of her head as she stood.

"I have a better idea. You go pack a bag; I'll wait for you and drive you to my place. You can have my room for a couple of days. After we get cleaned up, we'll go out for dinner. You're too tired to cook, love."

"Are you sure it's OK that I stay with you?"

"Of course it is! How many times have you taken me in when I've needed it? Get moving, I'm starving!"

"OK, OK!"

She was laughing as she ran up the stairs. He grabbed a cookie out of the cookie jar on the counter and had just bitten into it when she yelled.

"CAL!"

He gulped the cookie down and coughed.

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO SEE THROUGH MY SHIRT?"

Now, how did he answer that one? Should he tell her "on and off since this morning?" Or play it off like he hadn't noticed? Truth or white lie?

"It's see-through is it? Bloody hell, I didn't even notice!"

He went upstairs and found her glaring at him with her hands covering her chest.

"Are you telling me you didn't see anything?"

"Trust me, love, if I had I wouldn't have gotten any work done today."

He leered at her and she huffed and slammed the bedroom door shut. Cal could hear her muttering something about "being an idiot" and "who didn't know not to wear a white shirt with no bra?" and other things along those lines. He blew out a breath. She'd bought it. Cal grinned to himself as he went to wait for her in the kitchen. All in all it had been a stressful, tiring and strangely fun day. His only regret so far was that Gill's damn t-shirt had been between him and a real view of what she had underneath it. It was getting to the point where if something didn't happen soon, he was going to have to make something happen. His grin got wider. His Gillian had no idea what she was in for.

She came downstairs and he grabbed her bag from her and slung an arm over her shoulders as they went out the door.