This one is dedicated to Dr. Callian. You've been so helpful, and suggesting this song (which I'm loving, btw) was genius on your part. I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own LtM or its characters. "The Story" by Brandi Carlile is not mine either.

The Story

As Gillian drove to her apartment she couldn't help the huge grin that broke across her face at random. Then she frowned. What if they misunderstood each other's signals? She shook her head. He had to know what she'd meant. She knew what he'd meant. Didn't she? Gillian bit her lip and nodded. Then she glanced to her left. She was at a stoplight and the man in the passenger seat of the car next to her was staring at her. She glared at him as she blushed. Of course she would look like a crazy person. She'd been arguing with herself! Laughing loudly she pulled forward as the light turned green. She skipped the song that was playing on her iPod and smiled at the next one that began to play.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

Cal got her. He knew her and she didn't even have to tell him what she was thinking. If she wanted to, she could just let him read her and he'd know all he needed to about her. He knew she smiled often. He could tell her polite smile from her joyful smile. Her sad smile was different from her tired smile. The slight wrinkles around her eyes told him. The specific way her mouth curved or her lip curled.

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you

Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

She knew that when he thought she was hiding something from him, he got that little frown in between his eyes. He'd had that frown more and more frequently lately. Gillian knew that he had no idea what she had been trying to keep from him. She'd been busy denying it herself. Who wouldn't panic after figuring out they were in love with their best friend, and had been for years? Of course she didn't want him to know. What if he'd pitied her? Or worse, thought it was funny. But now…there was a glimmer of hope. Gillian knew Cal cared about her. Was he in love with her, though?

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what
I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

Pulling into her driveway, Gillian saw the plumber's van already there. She paused before getting out, staring at nothing. She knew that if Cal wasn't in her life anymore, she'd function and get along, but she wouldn't be happy. She was happy with him. Even when she wanted to strangle him, even when he hurt her, she would endure it because of those moments when being together warmed both of them. When she was the only person he could turn to, she would always be waiting for him to come to her. Although she wanted to be strong with him, he truly was the only one that could make her feel as if everything really would be ok when she felt her world crashing down around her. They'd broken the law together, they'd sat at each other's hospital bedsides, and they'd comforted one another after divorces. After everyone that had come and gone from their lives, they were still here, still standing. Didn't that mean something?

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am

But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

Well it's true that I was made for you

Gillian got out of the car, a small smile on her face as she thought of Cal. Her step and her smile faltered though as she once again considered what could happen if they took this next step. If it didn't work out…

"Not now. Stop thinking like that."

"Did you say something, ma'am?"

She squeaked and jumped at the interruption to her self-argument. The plumber from the day before was standing in front of her. She laughed self-consciously.

"I was just…talking to myself. Sorry. So how are things looking in there?"

He frowned and her hopeful smile disappeared.

"The water damage is pretty extensive, Mrs. Foster. I think parts of your kitchen floor will need to be replaced. Also, when I got to looking at the pipes under the sink, I noticed quite a bit of corrosion and rusting. I'll have to check on the rest of the pipes to make sure I don't have to replace anymore, but it's not looking good. Whoever did the plumbing for this place when it was built was a hack."

Gillian gulped. This sounded expensive.

"So, what you're saying is it's going to be awhile before my place is livable."

He nodded. She sighed.

"Are we talking days? Weeks?"

"Honestly, my rough estimate is three weeks at the least. You'll need to have someone come in and take a look at the floors and baseboards. My team will get to work inspecting the rest of the pipes today. I'm going to need to cut some small holes in certain areas of the walls."

Her hands covered her face as the news sunk in.

"OK. Do whatever you need to. I'll stop by after work. If you could just leave a note and a rough estimate before you leave today that would be great."

"You'll want to stay somewhere else while we're working since we'll have to shut your water off for awhile."

"I'll figure something out. Thank you."

She got into her car and dropped her head onto the steering wheel. Hopefully Cal wouldn't mind her staying with him for a little longer than planned. Gillian shook her head yet again. She had just gotten horrible news about her shoddy pipes and the moment she thought about him she was grinning like an idiot.

"I need to get this under control before I get into the office. And now I'm talking to myself again."

She started the car and drove to work contemplating once more on her relationship with Cal Lightman. Gillian couldn't help feeling that it was quite possible that the two of them were made for each other. They didn't need words. They just knew what the other needed. She smiled wryly as she took the elevator up to The Lightman Group. Words were definitely nice now and then, though. They both definitely needed to use their words in this situation. There was less chance of misunderstanding. The doors dinged open and she could hear Cal shouting something at Ria. There was no way Gillian could stop the smile blooming on her face. Tonight they would say what they hadn't this morning. She took a deep breath as nervousness set in. Cal came around the corner and spotted her. He ambled over and looked her up and down.

"Alright then, love?"

She didn't miss the heat in his eyes and it stirred something in her. She smiled at him, everything she was feeling shining in her eyes.

"I suppose. However, you may not be. I need a place to stay for about a month."

"Of course you'll stay with me. And Emily. Both of us."

He had seen her desire and her affection and something else he didn't want to name just yet.

"I really appreciate it, Cal."

Gillian took a deep breath before she spoke next.

"How about I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"Is this for letting you stay in my spare room?"

She blushed. Cal honed in on it like a shark scenting blood.

"Or is this a date, Gilly?"

"Which would you prefer?"

It was a bit hard for her to appear haughty while she blushed, but somehow she pulled it off.

"Date of course. A beautiful woman taking me to dinner, I'd be an idiot not to make that a date, darling."

He reached over and squeezed her hand gently as he smiled at her. Then he sauntered off in the direction of his office. Gillian wasn't about to let him get away so easily.

"Oh, Cal?"

Cal turned around and looked at her. There was a smirk on her face, her hands were on her hips and he just wanted to run over and kiss her with every pent up feeling he'd had since they'd met.

"Whatsit, love?"

"Since this will be a date, can you wear a shirt that doesn't look like it's been balled up in the corner of your closet?"

He frowned and looked down at his clothes as she walked away. He looked up and was entranced by her bum encased in the tight grey skirt. She looked over her shoulder and caught him staring.

"And if you keep up the leering there won't be any goodnight kiss."

With that she entered her office feeling like a million bucks and shut the door, leaving Cal grinning while Torres and Loker and several other employees stood around with their mouths hanging open.

"That woman was made for me."

Cal laughed and opened the door to his office.

"Back to work everyone!"

With that he shut his door.