Cal didn't call her last night which concerned her, but immediately she felt clingy and brushed it off. It was just difficult to comprehend in her mind. Normally he made an excuse to call her, something stupid about work or just to ask how Lucy was doing, but last night he didn't call. She knew it was most likely from his friend being in town, and she remembered the way he looked at her before he left.

She was relieved when she woke up to a couple text messages from him, telling her he'd be at work late and he'd see her when they got to work. She found herself picking out a blue dress because it was one that Cal had mentioned before that he liked on her. Cal also had an influence in Lucy's scarf that morning because Lucy was dead set on seeing Cal after school.

She had managed to get out the door rather quickly, even with Lucy forgetting her backpack once and having to turn around, something the little girl apologized several times for.

It was going to be a long day, simply because they were working on a school threat. The kids were only in middle school and sometimes it seriously disturbed Gillian how kids so young could be so desperate as to go to homicidal intent.

The conversation with the headmaster had already happened, and though he wasn't happy he did agree to close the school until the threat could be dealt with. They also had already taped the students' reaction to the film and were pulling those who seemed to be affected by the video.

It was nearly ten by the time Cal walked into the video lab wearing the same clothes he was wearing yesterday. Gillian furrowed her brow as he walked by, completely ignoring her. That usually meant he was trying to avoid something that she would see that the rest of the team wouldn't.

He nodded at Torres as he watched the video. "Hey."

She gave him a funny look. "Hey?"

Something on the video caught his eyes. "Whoa, go back a few seconds, would you?"

Loker leaned over Gillian's shoulder to obey and they all watched a little closer to see what he saw. The he nodded again. "There you go. Right. See this girl?" He motioned to the girl in the furthest corner to the left of the screen. "Same girl. She glances at the teacher. There you go. See?"

They all watched. "And he catches her eye. Yeah?" Cal kept going. "He's got his eye on her for some reason."

Loker stepped forward. "So does this girl here. Look." He pointed to a girl that was a little heavier than the other girls in the room. "Then she looks over at that guy."

Cal nods. "Nice one, Loker."

Everyone raises their eyebrows at that, and Gillian begins to get really concerned. Gillian watched him as he moved past her. "You look awful," she stated, unable to hide the worry in her features.

He shrugged. "And yet, I feel so much worse."

It was obvious she didn't know how to take that, but by the end of the day, everything made perfect sense. She was angry and hurt that he didn't confide in her with what was happening, especially since he could have been killed. Even Lucy could see that her mother was frustrated.

She eventually went to Loker and Torres, convincing them and Reynolds that they needed to have an intervention of sorts with Cal. Lucy could stay in Gillian's office, completely occupied by the markers and paper she was provided as the rest of them waited in Cal's office.

Torres kept looking at Gillian. "This isn't a good idea. He's going to be pissed."

Gillian kept a straight face, wanting to tell her that if Cal was pissed then at least she got a reaction out of him.

By the time Cal walked in, she was almost too happy to see him, but she had to stay on the task at hand.

He gave them all a startled look. "Hi."

Gillian stood a little straighter. "Have a seat," she insisted, motioning to the couch.

"Why?" he replied moving toward his desk, ignoring her request.

"This is an intervention," Reynolds explained.

Cal furrowed his brow. "What?" Then he looked around at the others in the room. "Alright. So I had a, you know, few drinks with a mate. Yeah, well= more than a few."

Torres leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs. "This isn't about drinking."

"Well, then," he turned around and entered his library and exited it again. "If it's about poker, I won a hundred grand."

Gillian exhaled through her nose. Great, poker was involved too. Finally, she approached him as he moved behind his desk. This was her and him now, she didn't care about the others anymore. She needed him to see that she was hurt and worried.

"It's not about gambling either," she told him, letting the hurt be heard in her voice.

"What it is about then?" he asked, seeming completely uninterested.

"It's about you trusting us," she said desperately. He peeked over the top of his paper at her, but just for a second. He realized he was hurting her, that he had hurt her and now he was rubbing salt in the wounds he created. "You were in trouble and you never came to us."

He reached out to her. "Wait a minute-"

"No! You wait!" she demanded, feeling more frustrated. He needed to hear her. "We're a team and you risked you life without letting us help you."

Cal finally threw down the papers he was holding, tired of this conversation already. "Look, I wouldn't be here at all if it wasn't for Terry Marsh."

Gillian looked at him, trying to process just what that meant, but Loker interrupted her. "Fine, but where does that leave us?"

Cal's face turned stony again as he grabbed his car keys. "That leaves you all fired."

Torres scoffed. "You gotta be kidding, I didn't even want to do this intervention thing!"

Cal pointed at her. "Just you then, for having no spine."

Torres shook her head as she stood up. "I don't believe this."

"Good," Cal said with a shrug. "Cause I'm lying. Oh, what? You didn't spot that? Oh, did your emotions get in the way? You should really work on that." He took a deep breath and gave them all a satisfied grin. "Well, this has been terrific. Really, fantastic. Quite the intervention. We should do this again soon, very soon."

With that, he closed the door to his office behind him and headed for the exit.

If there was ever a time Gillian wanted to bang her head against a wall, it was now. She let out a frustrated sigh before heading after him. "The intervention was my idea," she told him as she followed him down the hallway.

They both stopped, Cal looking at her in a way that surprised her. It was in that moment that she realized she should have went to him alone. She should have told him how much it hurt her and only her to be left out of the loop because, in truth, what she needed to say couldn't be said in front of everyone else. What he needed to tell her, he wanted to share with just her.

This time he didn't run away from her, instead he moved toward her doing his nervous shifty dance that he did when he was revealing something about himself that made him feel vulnerable. She knew better than to touch him first, instead she let him lead.

Suddenly there was a story rolling off his tongue so fast that she knew better than to interrupt. "My mum died when I was young, and my dad was long gone by then. Terry and his family, they took me in, even though there was no room, even less money. And one day, um, Terry and I got into a bit of trouble with the police." His eyes suddenly met hers and she could see the shame and regret, but before she could ask he kept going. "Not your concern. But.. they were on their way, and there was no way we could get out of it… without one of us acting as a decoy for the other."

She nodded. "So Terry took the fall for you?"

"Yeah, he did." Cal rubbed his face and shook his head. "He said that, uh, 'You're supposed to use that brain of yours for something, not be dragged down into the much by stupid bastards like me.'"

The look on Cal's face told Gillian more than his words. "He was right," she promised him.

"Yeah, he was. Yeah. Cost him three years of his life. So anyone who wants to compete for my loyalty with Terry Marsh, not really in a fair fight."

There was a moment where Gillian just didn't know what to say. She knew he was right, but she wanted him to realize that if something would have happened to him earlier that day, she would have to explain it to the little girl that thought Cal Lightman hung the moon.

The very little girl that was suddenly running down the hallway toward him. "Cal!"

He turned around and beamed at the bouncing brown curls darting his way. The little girl wrapped her arms around his legs as she plowed into him, closing her eyes as she hugged him tight. "I missed you, Cal!"

He couldn't help but laugh at her. "Why?"

The big blue eyes looked up at him. "I haven't seen you in days!"

Gillian watched as Cal lifted the girl into his arms and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Well, I'm here now, but I'm really tired."

Lucy pouted. "That means you're not coming home with us?"

Cal exchanged glances with Gillian. "How about we go by my house so I can pick up some clothes and then I'll come over. Maybe Emily can come too?"

Gillian nodded and watched as a big grin took over Lucy's face. "Emily too? She always helps me color!"

Apparently that idea was a winner. When they all arrived at Gillian's townhouse, Cal and Gillian sat together at her bar as Emily and Lucy did things in the other room. Cal's hand moved up and down her thigh, trying to comfort her.

"I'm sorry, if that's any constellation," he told her finally as the silence became too much for him.

She smirked. "Cal Lightman apologized? Wow."

"When it's important enough… You're concerned about me being stupid and something happening to me when Lucy is already attached," Cal told her studying her expression. She didn't hide it. It was written all in her expression. "Gillian," he breathed, touching her face.

There was a flash of regret as she instinctively pulled away from him. It hurt him more than he would like to admit.

"It takes a lot to get me, Gillian," he tried to tell her lightly.

Tears were building in her eyes as she wiped her face with the back of her hand. "One day that luck of yours is going to run out."

"Gillian…"

"No, Cal," she said sternly. "It's not fair that your feel the need to put yourself at risk without telling me. If I'm trusting you with Lucy, you need to trust me."

He watched her. He cupped her face with his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Gillian-"

She looked into his eyes. They were not their usual passive self, they were intense and demanding. "Don't give me a deflection. I need a promise, Cal."

He looked at her and leaned in and kissed her lips softly. "No near death experiences without telling you first. Scout's honor."

She couldn't help but laugh at that a little. "I have a feeling you were never a boy scout."

"Human lie detector you are."

Emily stood in the doorway realizing that what she wanted for a very long time was about to come true, but she knew better than to interrupt a moment that could very well change her life. Lucy came up behind her.

"What are you doing, Emmy?" she asked not getting a glance inside at what their parents were going.

A smile came to Emily's lips as she reached down and took Lucy's hand. "I'm thinking that life is about to change."