Cal woke early the next morning. Though he wasn't sure, he doubted he'd actually slept a wink all night but had drifted in and out of consciousness sporadically. When he looked to his left he couldn't help but smile despite the day he had ahead of him. Gillian Foster was asleep on the corner of his shoulder. He'd, at some point, nestled her into the crook of his arm, his hand was on her elbow holding her to him. She looked peaceful, dressed in his too-big t-shirt and silk pyjama bottoms he had never used and never would.

He slowly slipped his arm out from under her, replacing it with a pillow. She stirred slightly but didn't wake as she turned into the pillow, her face neutral. Cal smirked and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the chair behind the door and pulled them on. He took care not to walk on the squeaky floorboard as he left the room.

He deliberated as to whether he should knock. In the end he decided against it and opened the door slowly and relatively quietly.

"Em?" he whispered through the half-light. He looked in. Emily Lightman was lying in bed, eyes wide open and red. She'd been crying again. Cal moved and sat down next to her. He hesitated before putting a hand on her head, tucking her hair behind her ears.

"I'm so sorry Dad…" He frowned and looked at her.

"Hey, what's that about? You did nothing wrong. You have nothing to apologise for, do you hear me? Whoever did it, he's going to wish he was dead by the time I'm through with him. But you, you're a victim here Em. Come here." He pulled his daughter into a bear hug and let her cry on his shoulder.

"You're ok, love. Everything's going to be ok, I promise you that. Do you believe me?" Emily pulled back and nodded but he could see she didn't.

"No you don't but it's ok. I'll be with you. Your mum's on her way home. Gill's still here…" On that last note Emily looked up.

"Gillian's here?" Cal smirked. Even in such a situation, his daughter was thinking about his potential suitors. If it would make her feel better he would humour her. He gave his daughter another kiss on the forehead.

"Do you want breakfast?" Emily nodded, before pulling the covers of her bed around herself again and Cal couldn't help but think about how much of a child she looked again. He nodded his head and stood up.

"I'll call you when it's ready." With that he stood up and left, closing the door silently behind him. He took a couple of steps down the hall to look into his own room. Gillian hadn't stirred. He'd make enough for three.

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Gillian woke when she heard the phone ringing somewhere to the side of her. Opening her eyes she discovered that it was Cal's phone. She picked it up and was about to answer it when she looked at the caller ID. Zoe. She glanced up at the clock in his room: 8:45. There was no way in hell she was answering his phone to his ex-wife at 8:45. She silenced the ringer and sprang from the bed. Cal must be downstairs somewhere, she thought.

Cal heard the footsteps coming down the stairs just as he'd put the last few bits into the oven. Everything was ready, he just needed to call the others. Gillian strode purposefully into the kitchen, holding his phone.

"What's wrong?"

"Zoe's calling you," she said simply, handing him the phone. He looked at her, asking why it was still ringing.

"It's 8:45 Cal, how would it look to her if I answered your phone at 8:45 in the morning?" He shrugged and pressed the green button. He moved away from the kitchen and Gillian suddenly got the smell. It was bacon, that much she was sure of. She could also smell coffee which at this point seemed more appealing. She'd slept like a log for the few hours she had slept and had felt almost disappointed to not find him there when she woke up this morning. But then, she reasoned with herself, he probably couldn't sleep at all for the night so he would naturally be up and doing something.

Cal came back just as she was pulling down two mugs for coffee. He sighed as he tossed the phone down on the kitchen table and watched her pour.

"Zoe's only hopping a flight now. There was fog last night and nothing would move. She'll be about two hours. Thanks," he added as she handed a cup to him. She sat down at the table and he followed suit, sitting into the seat next to hers. He didn't stay sitting for long though.

"You want some breakfast?" Gillian smiled and nodded so he delved into the oven withdrawing a plate of bacon and a bowl of scrambled eggs along with a plate load of toast. Gillian had to admit, it was the nicest looking breakfast she'd seen in an awful long time. He divvyed out generous helpings of each onto two plates and passed one to her. Then he moved from the room to the hallway to give Emily a call. Coming back, he made up a plate for her and left it back into the oven to keep warm. He sat down next to Gillian and picked at the egg on his plate.

"You should eat," she told him simply, "rather than make modern art with it". He looked at her and smiled. She'd already halved her portion of eggs. He took a bite of his own and had to admit that it was good. Gillian smiled lightly. He needed to eat, he was going to have a long day.

"What do you want to do first?" she asked quietly, sipping her coffee. He sighed and took a sip of his own.

"Police I suppose. I'll call Ben, see if he can be here too. Then I suppose, a doctor?" he looked at Gillian, an eyebrow raised, asking her if that was the right way to go about it and she nodded, placing a hand on his arm. A ghost of a smile crossed his face.

"Thank you for being here," he said, but said no more as Emily chose that moment to walk in the door. Gillian smiled. Cal stood up and took her breakfast from the oven for her. She mumbled a thanks and sat down, but she didn't start eating.

"How are you feeling today?" Gillian asked gently and Emily just nodded her head. Then, as if to emphasise her point, she picked up her fork and started to pick at her food, the same way Cal had done, she noticed. Like father, like daughter. Cal swallowed hard.

"Do you want tea?" Emily shook her head as she finally took a bite of the food in front of her. The three of them sat in silence for a moment before Cal spoke up, telling her that Zoe would be home in a few hours. Emily was quiet before she mumbled again.

"What am I going to have to do today?" she asked, both Cal and Gillian recognising the fear in her voice. Cal opened his mouth to speak but Gillian put a hand on his knee to stop him. She left it there while she spoke.

"Your dad's going to call the police and Agent Reynolds. They'll take a statement. Ben might be able to get someone to help you identify the man that, attacked you. Then you'll have to have a quick doctor's examination to make sure everything's ok. It's going to be fine Emily, you'll be fine." Emily nodded slowly. Gillian removed her hand from Cal's knee and picked up her coffee again. Emily took another couple of bites of her breakfast before standing up.

"I'm going to go get dressed," she said simply, before half bolting from the room. Gillian's guess was so she could throw up. She told Cal as much. He stood up.

"I'll go see if she's ok." He stopped at the absurdity of that sentence. Gillian saw it and stood up beside him, her hand on his arm.

"She will be ok Cal. She's your daughter. She's got your strength…and stubbornness." He smiled at her. She returned it. Their eyes locked for a brief moment where, at any other time, they could have read each other like a book but now wasn't the time for reading.

"I'll go see if she's ok," he said finally, "and call Reynolds." Gillian nodded.

"I'm going to go home and get a change of clothes. I'll be back soon, ok?" she asked if he needed anything but he shook his head.

"Just you," he smirked. There was a hint of playfulness in his tone despite everything and Gillian allowed herself to smile.

"I'll be back soon."

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Ok, more serious stuff again next chapter I think. To all reviewing, thanks ever so!