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Lightman Group/ Cal's Car

A couple weeks had passed since their undercover work in Amsterdam. Neither one mentioned what had happened that one night. Of course Gillian thought about it, almost every day, but she tried not to let it show on her face. Just when she would remember a steamy moment, she caught Cal looking at her with a weird look on his face. It was a cross between a smirk and a deep thought. It must have been a figment of her imagination because the next minute she looked at him, it was gone.

Besides that, life had gone on like any other normal time. The caseloads came and went just like the people coming into the Lightman Group. A couple of times she saw Wallowski, but being the ever-professional, Gillian treated her like any other person. Although, deep down she wanted to rip off that little smirk she always gave Cal. Every time she thought of doing that, she mentally slapped herself across the head.

On this particular day, Cal was out having lunch with Emily while Torres and Loker were on assignment. It was very quiet through the halls and Gillian was enjoying every minute of it. It was towards the late afternoon when she heard a knock on her office door. She said, "Come in" without looking up.

"Uhh, hey there Dr. Foster. Do you know where Dr. Lightman is at?" Gillian looked up from her paperwork to see Detective Wallowski. She stood at the door not wanting to enter unless she was told. The two women got along at work relationship but everything else was pea soup. Gillian smiled, not at Wallowski, but at the mental picture forming in her head of her giving Wallowski a swirley. What was she, thirteen?

"No I don't. Last time I saw him, he was going to lunch with Emily." She tried to keep her hands busy by moving things around on her desk. Her last mental picture made her feel guilty. "Did you try calling his cell phone?" The detective rolled her eyes and looked behind her back at Cal's office. Gillian tried to force a friendly smile but it didn't work. "Of course you tried his cell phone. Well I don't know what to tell you. He isn't here."

Wallowski stared at Gillian and then shook her head. "Okay, thank you Dr. Foster." She was about to walk out when she said, "This will be my last time seeing you. I was offered a job in Los Angeles and I accepted it. In fact, thanks to Cal, who put in a good review for me, was a big push."

Gillian stood up and genuinely smiled, "Congratulations, Detective." She held out her hand in which the young woman came into her office and shook it. Don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you!

"Listen, Dr. Foster I don't know what happened a couple weeks ago between you and Cal but he has changed." Her statement hung in the air.

Gillian's hands started to shake. She sat back down and tried to busy herself again. "Really? I haven't noticed anything."

Wallowski deadpanned, "I think you have." She started to bite her lip. "He loves you." She said that last sentence with a lot of grit in her voice. She was not happy to give up so easily on a man. She was always a stubborn woman; her way was always the right way. Obviously not when it came to this. Cal was going to be with Gillian not matter how hard she tried to pursued him otherwise. And, oh, the many things she used to try and pursue him with.

Gillian nervously laughed at this, "I seriously doubt that he loves me. You might be confusing it with lust. They produce the same reactions in people." The air in the office was starting to get awkward.

"Whatever." Gillian still looked skeptical. "Look, if it wasn't for his recommendation to the LAPD, I would have dumped his ass months ago." She lied hoping that Gillian didn't catch on, but the older woman narrowed her eyes. She was caught, so she took a deep breath and said, "He told me that it was the least he could do." Feeling like she had said too much, Wallowski licked her lips and backtracked out of the office. "Well, Dr. Foster, take care."

Gillian was left to her own thoughts in a horrible silence.

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It was nearing midnight when Cal strolled through the building. When he drove up he saw a light on in Gillian's office but when he walked through her door, he didn't see her. He checked the balcony and then the lab but there was no signs of her. He was about to give up, and blame it on his imagination, when he saw a light from his study flicker on from underneath the door. He walked into his office to see Gillian bent over looking into one of his cabinets. She had on a grey pencil skirt and a jewel-toned ruby blouse. Her shoes were long forgotten under her desk. He had a really good view of her bottom and he was enjoying it immensely. "Well isn't this a sight for sore eyes. Haven't seen that since Amsterdam."

Startled by that voice, she made to get up but her head hit the top of the cabinet. "Ouch!" Being extra careful not to hit herself again, she turned around to see Cal grinning at her. She rubbed her head and asked, "What the hell are you doing here? I figured you would be out celebrating with Wallowski."

Cal swatted his hand through the air and sat down in one of the seats in front of his desk. "Naw, just gave her a pat on the back and sent her back home."

She crossed her arms over her chest and sarcastically laughed. "Yeah, a pat on the back you said?"

Cal squinted his eyes and cocked his head to the side, "Just because we haven't had a conversation about what happened in Amsterdam in a while, doesn't mean I forgot about it."

"Well I forgot about it already." She sat down behind his desk and continued her investigation in there.

"No you didn't. You think about it quite a lot. I catch you when you think no one is paying attention." All she gave in response was a 'humph'. He stared at her opening his desk. "What are you looking for?"

"Alcohol. I ran out of my stash about 20 minutes ago; grant it all I had were the mini-bottles." She lifted her head to see confusion all over his face. Her mouth made a little 'o'. "Did you hear?"

"Hear what? About Wallowski? I thought we were just talking about that."

She shook her head, "No, Viggoson and his men were convicted of their charges. They will be in jail for the rest of their lives."

He stood up, "Well then we need to celebrate."

She stood up as well, "My thoughts exactly. Where's your stash?"

"After the last time you and Torres raided my good stuff, I took everything else home. If you want more you will have to come home with me." He knew his innuendo was a long shot, but his eyes were twinkling with anticipation to her response.

For a split second, a smile glittered across her face. Then a memory came to the surface of him and Wallowski in his office and the thought of going home with him died out. She straightened her shoulders and stood taller. "Like hell I will."

Cal laughed at her remark, "Oh all right, then the least I can do is to drive you back to your place."

"I'm alright to drive home, thank you very much."

"Really? Then where are your shoes, Luv?"

Gillian looked confusingly down at her feet and then back at Cal. "My shoes? What happened to my shoes?"

"I rest my case. I will be driving you home tonight." He walked out of his office and into hers. After a couple of seconds she stumbled after him. When she walked into her office, Cal held up a pair of black heels. "Are these the shoes in question?"

Gillian snatched them out of his hand and very clumsily slipped them on. She almost fell twice, but Cal caught her both times. The second time, his thumb brushed lightly over her breast. Oh God, how she has missed that touch. Grant it was only one night she got to experience that touch, but it's something that you never really forget. He held her up under her arms and for the first time he got to properly look into those brilliant sapphire eyes. She steadied herself by placing her hands on his chest. Her body was screaming for more of Cal's touch, but her mind, getting foggier by the minute from the alcohol, was telling her to back away. Gillian, confused and in need of air, shook her head and reached over to get her purse. She pushed Cal's hands away and made her way out of the office. He reluctantly let go of her, even though he swore he heard a faint moan escape her throat. This was going to be a very interesting night where he had a feeling that everything was going to come out.

.:.

After making sure that Gillian was securely buckled in to the passenger seat, he sat in the driver's seat and started the car. Gillian's apartment was only 15 minutes away by car.

He stole a glance over to the form in the seat next to him. Her legs were crossed but her body wasn't tense. She was looking out the window. With each street light he passed, he saw that she was content with whatever that was going through her mind. He hoped with everything that he had that it was him that she was thinking of.

His eyes went back to the road and he gripped the steering wheel a little harder. His thoughts started to wonder to what had happened moments ago. When he touched Gillian in her office, it almost sent him over the edge. He knew without a doubt the he heard her moan in the back of her throat, and what a glorious sound that was to his ears. Her moans are what drives him to the brink of madness. He would take her to a bakery every day just to hear that sweet low sound coming from her throat. However, the moans he got from that night in Amsterdam were purely sexual and just thinking about it gets him excited.

He would do anything in the world (except give up Emily) to hear her one more time in the throws of passion.

"Cal? Are you okay?"

She caught him off guard. He took a quick peek in her direction and saw that a grin was plastered over her face. She knew that he was thinking of her. "Never been better, Luv. Why you ask?"

She shrugged her shoulders but the smile never left her face. "Because you were gripping the steering wheel tightly and your eyes were glazed over. Thinking of some nice thoughts there?"

She sounded so innocent, but he knew she was jerking him around (excuse the pun). "Very nice thoughts indeed, Luv. Would you care for me to elaborate?"

"I would like for you to keep your eyes on the road so that you don't kill us."

"Fair enough." The rest of the drive was met with a comfortable silence.

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." -Martin Luther King Jr.