I'm getting dangerously close to where I'm stuck...one more chapter after this is done then it's the chapter that wants to kick my ass! I know why the chapter is taking so much out of me, and it isn't anything that anyone can help me with but thank you for asking :) Little one is better..Thank Goddess, now I have to feed her...lol...this also means I can focus more on writing so one word may turn into 5 at a time...we'll see.

Shot Me Down

Gillian wasn't sure how long it took her to get dressed but Wallowski wasn't there yet but Cal had a pot of coffee brewed by the time she came down the stairs. She helped herself to a cup of coffee while Cal watched her as he leaned against the counter a few feet away.

"Comfortable, Darlin'?" He gave her a questioning look about her wearing his clothes and she shrugged noncommittally. She watched him over the rim of her mug, she could tell he liked the look of her in his clothes by the darkening of his eyes. She wondered how he'd like the look of her in one of his dress shirts with nothing underneath.

She licked her bottom lip. Cal's mouth curled into a grin as if reading her mind. She set the mug down, her fingers lingering on the porcelain, her gaze on his. She wasn't sure of all that she wanted to happen but she knew she wanted him to kiss her.

He started to close the distance, his eyes settling on her mouth and she felt a renewed rush of desire burn through her. He stopped inches from her, his chest almost touching hers. She could feel the heat from his body seeping into hers. His right hand came up and cupped her face, his thumb tracing her bottom lip. She took in a deep shaky breath. "Damn it Cal, kiss me." She demanded in a whisper breaking the spell that he seemed to be under.

Cal grinned and closed the distance between them. He tasted like coffee and something she knew was Cal's own flavour. She'd tasted it before, back a few months while trying to find a missing girl, but this time it was different. The kiss was different, it wasn't an act this time, there was real desire behind this kiss. This time she let his tongue slip between her lips, to mimic what they both wanted to happen lower with their bodies. The delightful tingle of arousal heightened, low in her belly and she moaned into his mouth, pushing her body flush against his.

Cal groaned as her body pressed into him and he reached up and grabbed her arm with his free hand to anchor her to him. He brought her tighter to him, pulling on her wounded arm and she let out an anguished cry. He let her go instantly and stepped back. "Shit, Gill…I'm sorry."

"It's ok." She smiled through tears, her shoulder still throbbing. Cal tentatively reached out and brought her back into a loose embrace when she reached out to him "It's ok, I'm ok."

"Way to kill the mood, yeah?" He asked, his eyes searching her face to make sure she was really all right. She chuckled and nodded, wiping away a tear that had escaped and slid down her cheek. He leaned in again for another kiss and she was going to let him when there was a knock on the back door.

They both knew who it was. Gillian went back to her earlier place next to the island and picked up her coffee while Cal answered the door.

Wallowski stepped into the kitchen, her gaze skimming her surroundings then settling on Gillian. Gillian did her best to keep eye contact with the Detective and avoided checking with Cal so the other woman wouldn't pick up on any strange behavior and get suspicious. She wasn't worried about Wallowski reading them and figuring out what had been going on before the Detective came in as long as she didn't act guilty. Not that there was anything to be guilty about. Gillian also ignored the irritation she was beginning to feel about how comfortable Wallowski seemed in Cal's house.

"Would it be easier if I came down to the precinct?" Gillian asked taking a sip of her now cold coffee.

The Detective shrugged, putting her hands in her jeans pockets. "Doesn't matter. Why don't you just tell me what you remember." Her brown eyes took in Gillian in Cal's sweater. There was an almost imperceptible nod as a realization flickered in the woman's eyes. Gillian was about to set the woman straight, that she and Cal hadn't slept together but she didn't get the feeling Wallowski was jealous by the news but was instead more calmly resigned. Almost as if she knew it had been coming all along. Gillian suddenly felt a bit more respect for the Detective.

"I was in the coffee shop, Cal had jumped the line." Gillian started, she noticed Wallowski's nod of understanding. "I had just picked up our order when I saw a man come in. I couldn't see the bottom half of his face, or the gun but I knew what he was going to do." Images from her nightmare came back and she swallowed, fear overwhelming for even though the danger had long past.

"Lightman said you yelled gun just before the guy fired." There was a touch of approval on the Detective's face.

Gillian turned to Cal, surprised. "Did I?" They both nodded. "I didn't know that." She shook her head, not understanding why she could remember the color of the man's eyes but didn't know she had called out a warning. She saw pride on Cal's face. "Have you got leads on the shooter?" She asked Wallowski.

"We've got the employees from the shop at the Lightman Group." The Detective didn't have to say that because Cal wasn't there, the investigation was slowing.

"Good." Gillian nodded. She took another sip of cold coffee and placed the mug in the sink. "I want to over see the interviews." She didn't expect anything from Wallowski but she really didn't expect resistance from Cal.

"No bloody way. You need to get some rest." She searched his face, trying to decide if his reaction was from a need to protect her or if it had another more sexual motive. She got nothing but it didn't matter.

"I've been asleep most of the day. I saw his eyes, I will remember him." She met Cal's gaze, watching as his brain started, working it out until he nodded once, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Right then, get your coat."

Gillian looked over at Wallowski "Is that all you need from me?'

"Yeah." The Detective nodded. "You were the last person I needed to take a witness statement from." She shrugged. "I'd of done it over the phone." She finished, leaving off the 'if I could'.

Loker and Torres were looking at the monitor that showed the last person to be interviewed on it, the girl that had been at the cash that morning, but they turned their attention to Gillian as she came in to stand next to them. Torres straightened up and awkwardly tried to give her a hug. "Hey, I wanted to come in to the hospital but Loker told me that Lightman wanted me here." She offered up apologetically and Gillian nodded hearing the truth in the young woman's voice and not begrudging her.

There was a moment when Gillian noticed that Torres was trying to figure out if she had packed the sweater Gillian was wearing and then when she realized she hadn't. Gillian had completely forgotten that she was wearing Cal's clothes and she hoped that the younger woman wouldn't make a big deal out of it. It must have shown on her face because Torres turned her attention back to the screens as if nothing had happened.

Cal and Wallowski moved up abreast to Gillian. "She the last one?" Cal asked and Loker nodded. "What do we have then?"

Loker tapped his bottom lip with his pencil. "Well, two of the employees were in the back at the time of the shooting, I got signs of them hiding something but their red eyes suggest drugs not knowledge of the shooting. Detective O'Brian hasn't started talking to this one yet."

"What about witnesses? There were at least half a dozen in line behind me." Gillian asked, looking to Wallowski for the answer. The Detective shook her head and shrugged.

"Most of them either ran or didn't see the guy. He took off just after he fired the gun and disappeared into the crowd." Gillian figured trying to find the guy based on his clothes was a moot point, he would have discarded them or stashed them somewhere. Wallowski gestured with her chin to the girl on the screen as she started speaking.

"I-I uh, didn't see him. I was just getting something from the display case when I heard the gun go off. It-I thought there were two shots. When I looked, that woman was on the ground, there was so much blood. Have they heard, do you know if she's ok? I mean." the girl took a shaky breath, visibly shaking from fear. "Did she die?" Her voice was almost a whisper and Gillian wanted to go in and tell her she was all right.

A middle-aged man came into view on the screen wearing a tweed jacket, looking more like an old English librarian than a detective, and gently patted the girl's shoulder. "No, she's fine. She'll be fine. Now I want to ask you, do you know anyone that would want to do something like this?"

The girl looked relieved then confused as she contemplated the question. Cal raised his hand, pointing at the screen. "There, right there. She though of someone."

"No, I uh, don't think so." The girl answered and Gillian could tell the girl wasn't so sure. She turned as she caught movement beside her, Cal was already heading to the Cube. She turned back the monitor as Cal came on the screen.

"You thought of someone." He said and there was a slight bit more force than necessary in his tone. The girl shook her head but Cal cut her off. "Naw, there, you did it again. Doesn't matter if you really think he did it, what matter is he comes in here and tell us himself. What's his name?"

"I don't even know, I mean, what if I'm just making stuff up and this guy is, like totally innocent?" She pleaded, stretching her hand out to Cal.

"Don't worry about that. Name?" Detective O'Brian pressed.

"Nick Miller. I, um, don't know where he lives. I went out with him a few times and I thought he was kinda sketchy after a bit." The rest of what she said was lost as Detective O'Brian, got on his cell phone and Cal left the Cube.

Wallowski next to Gillian was already leaving as her phone rang and Gillian got both sides of the conversation between the Detectives. She wasn't paying attention to them though. Her shoulder was beginning to throb as the pain medication started to wear off. Cal came up next to her, she could see that he wanted to touch her but because of the audience he refrained.

"Didju bring the pills?" He asked, watching her face.

Gillian sighed and shrugged which only made her wince. "No. I left them in my bag in your room." She rubs her eye, tired and painfully aware that Loker was trying to hear every word she said since she admitted to being in Cal's bedroom.

"Come on then, you can rest in my office." Cal suggested and Gillian was grateful that she didn't have to argue with him about going home. He led the way to his office but didn't stop at the couch just inside the door, instead he motioned for her to rest on the overstuffed couch inside his study. He closed and locked the side door that led to the hallway and slid shut one of the two doors to close her off from his office.

Gillian didn't sit down as she watched him arrange things for her and when he finished and stopped in front of her she grabbed his hand and squeezed her thanks into it. He looked her in the eye and told her with just his face that he would do whatever she asked of him. Aware they could be interrupted at any moment Gillian leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss which instantly became more heated.

Cal slid his hand around her waist to anchor her to him while his other hand came up and held her head, purposely avoiding her right arm and shoulder. Gillian wrapped her good arm around his side, fingers slipping inside his suit jacket and under his dress shirt to feel his warm skin against her palm. She cursed her bum shoulder, wishing she could use it so she could explore more of his body but she feared the pain so she let her arm hang, useless at her side. She pushed the thought aside letting Cal's tongue take over.

His kiss was doing amazing things to her body. His tongue and lips were so skillful she couldn't help imagining what he could do with them lower on her body. The thought made her moan, loud and long. He broke the kiss and she wanted to moan for a whole other reason. He was grinning like an idiot when she questioned him with her eyes. "Doors might be closed, Love, but the walls aren't sound proof."

Gillian felt her face heat up in a blush that she'd been that loud but she didn't find herself all that worried someone heard her. "Probably thought I hurt my shoulder." She offered and Cal shook his head.

"No way they thought that, Gill." He pushed a strand of hair back behind her ear and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Rest. I'll get you when Wallowski gets back with the kid." He let his arms drop to his sides, careful of her arm and gently ushered her to the small couch. She sat on it only because she had no other choice since Cal was using his whole body to put her there.

"Ok." She answered and yawned suddenly.

AN: I hope this case part isn't biting too bad, it sounded good in my head and it really is only to pull the CG along. And yeah, I know. Cal comes in and saves the day, but that's how it is on the show too...