Dillon stifled a laugh across the desk. Gillian closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable outburst. Cal straightened in his chair.

"Sorry I don't see what's funny. My daughter was raped, my partner was assaulted, I could do with a good laugh if you feel like sharing," he said in a dangerous tone. Dillon shook his head.

"What do you possibly think you could do to help our operation?" Cal sat back in his chair, crossed one ankle over his knee, hands clasped in his lap. She bit back a smirk. He was in classic 'smug' pose, the kind he sat in when he knew something the opposition didn't.

"Well I could start by finding out who your mole is." Dillon looked up, lips pursed, eyes narrow. Cal grinned infuriatingly at him.

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"How many men in your operation?" Cal asked, writing down a few details on a piece of paper in front of him.

"Twenty. Including Reynolds and myself." Cal looked up, eyebrow raised.

"That seems awfully small for someone trying to pull down a drugs empire."

"Cutbacks." Dillon said coldly and Cal raised his eyebrow even further, watching Dillon's face to see if he'd crack. And he did. Shame. That figured, he was sitting opposite a woman with half a blue face. There was something else though. Cal probed a little deeper.

"You didn't fight to keep your team?" Dillon shook his head.

"There was nothing I could do. We weren't getting results so we got axed." Cal stood up, his face scrunched in thought. He turned back to Dillon.

"What kind of team is it? Surveillance, file digging ,what?"

"Mostly surveillance. Why?" Dillon was beginning to wonder where Lightman was going with this. Sure he didn't like the guy. But if he could come up with something that would help them out, he couldn't over look it. Cal plonked back down in his chair.

"You can't just go in and say 'right, who's the mole?' Figuratively speaking. Whoever it is, you'll scare them off. And that'll tip off Gerardo's gang. You need to be completely transparent. So….you're getting a new technician for your surveillance. Someone who's constantly on the controls, watches everything. And everyone around him." Cal smirked happily. It was a simple plan but Dillon obviously knew he had a mole and hadn't come up with a flushing move yet so he was glad he'd beaten him to it. Reynolds frowned in the chair next to Dillon.

"That could work," he said simply. Dillon nodded.

"Not you though," he said to Cal who scratched his head and held a hand up drawing attention to himself.

"Let me put this in simple terms for you there Dillon. Me – lie detector. Face reader. Person who can tell if someone is trying to be something they're not. Who are you suggesting putting in there? Bugs Bunny?" Gillian sighed lightly next to him and he turned to look at her. She shook her head again. She hadn't opened her mouth since the FBI had arrived. He looked back at Dillon.

"People know who you are Lightman. We might as well advertise what we're doing if we send you in there…" Cal was about to speak but he realised that Dillon had a point. He looked at Ben.

"Did you learn nothing while you were here?" he asked, incredulous.

"Unlike you I don't base everything I do around the presumption that someone is lying." Cal raised his eyebrows, hand shooting out from his side.

"You work for the FBI and you presume no one's lying?" Gillian closed her eyes and cleared her throat, this time ready to speak. But just as she opened her mouth, she heard the voice from the doorway.

"What about me?"

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Oooh, who is it? As said before, making it up as I go so I have no idea how much more is left. If anyone gets bored throw something at me!