Cal just stared at her blankly for a moment, his mouth open until finally he found the ability to close it. He looked at his daughter.

"Emily, wake up darling, we're leaving," he said with a smirk on his face before looking back at the woman in front of him. She was mirroring his smirk.

"You're serious," he stated finally and she nodded. He put a hand to his face, running it down over the bottom half of it.

"Bloody hell…"

"Cal, I…" She never got the chance to finish. Suddenly the door opened and Zoe burst in, her face contorted in worry and fear. Cal threw Gillian an apologetic glance as he stood up. Gillian remained seated.

"Cal, what happened? I just got accosted by some couple when they heard who I was here to see. What the hell's going on?" Cal held up his hands to calm her.

"Relax. They had a run in with me, don't worry about it…"

"Don't worry about it? What did you say to them?" Cal glanced at Gillian, a glance she read as 'help' but she sat back in her chair. She was staying well and truly out of this one.

"I told them that if Emily was seriously injured I was going to make sure their son would never drive a moped ever again never mind a car." Zoe sighed.

"That was stupid Cal. You shouldn't have said anything…" Cal shook his head, holding his hands.

"Look, nothing's going to happen. And if it does, I've got a perfectly good lawyer to defend me and a perfectly good psychologist to say I was out of my bloody mind with worry for my daughter. Right love?" He turned to Gillian expecting her to step in and defend him. Gillian swallowed.

"Well, technically, given my association with you, I wouldn't be allowed to assess your psychological state." Cal turned to look at her, the beginning hints of annoyance creeping across his face. Glancing behind him, Gillian saw Zoe smirking to herself before shaking her head.

"Forget it Cal. I'm sure it'll be fine. You should go home." She said, moving to the bed and grasping Emily's hand in hers. Cal shook his head.

"No, I'm staying." Zoe frowned.

"Cal, you've been here all night. Go home, get some sleep, get a shower and come back. Or the nurses will be trying to decontaminate you." Cal raised an eyebrow.

"Oh that's lovely, that is." Zoe looked up at him again, a warning look on her face and he nodded.

"Fine." He turned to Gillian, "Could you give me a lift home luv?" Both Gillian and Zoe frowned at this one. He held his hands up.

"I was out of the office when I got the call. I grabbed the nearest taxi over here." Both women seemed satisfied with that response, Gillian standing up.

"Sure, no problem." She moved to the door and opened it, Cal following behind her, taking his last few glances at Emily. Zoe caught his arm as he walked past.

"Don't go saying anything to those people on your way out. Gillian?" Gillian turned and nodded.

"I'll make sure he behaves."

"Thanks."

OXOXOXO

As they passed through reception, Gillian caught his arm tightly and steered him toward the door. But the woman who'd been so annoyed earlier confronted him again.

"You think you can speak to us like that about our son, you're wrong! We're going to tear you apart!" Cal just looked at her, scrutinising, reading her. Gillian tugged at his arm but he remained.

"Let me put it this way for you. If it had been MY daughter who'd had 6 drinks and drove your son home, and this had happened, what would you be doing then? What would you be saying to me and my daughter if our roles were reversed?" The woman took a step back, face fallen, and Cal smirked.

"Thank you very much. Good night." He whirled on his heel and Gillian had to jog to keep up with him.

OXOXOXO

Sorry for delay. Hopefully more to come soon.