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Gillian was startled by a knock on her front door. It was early. Really, early. Who was knocking on her door this early? "Cal."

He gave her a grin. "Mornin' luv," he greeted her enthusiastically.

"What do you want?" She asked deciding then and there that she was going to stay tight lipped on what he had confessed to her last night. She was going to lie her ass off about it. She had done it before. She could do it again.

"Thought you could do with a ride to work." He gestured at her empty driveway. Correction, at his car in her driveway, exactly where her car should have been parked.

"Oh right," she played along. She let him in.

"You rememba gettin' home last night?"

Gillian closed the front door. "Well I figure you either gave me a ride or put me in a cab?" She raised an eyebrow at him as she walked by.

"I brought you home," Cal seemed suddenly less confident as he stopped by the door to her living room. "You don't rememba that?"

"No." Gillian kept walking down the hall. She wasn't ready for work yet.

"Hmmm," Cal mused. He followed her into her bedroom. Not into it, he stopped and leaned against the doorway. Her bed was unmade and there were assorted clothes strewn across it. So she didn't wake up to Disney songs bright and early. Or maybe that was just on this occasion.

"How's your head?" Cal asked as Gillian dug through the bottom of her closet. He watched her fascinated.

"Ugh," she responded and came up with two matching black shoes. Sexy shoes. "Don't remind me."

"Here," Cal held out the coffee he had been holding.

"What is it?" Gillian eyed is suspiciously.

"For you," he supplied grinning again. "Coffee; black."

Gillian crossed to take it from him. "Oh thank god," she murmured as the aroma hit her senses and her stomach actually felt settled for the first time since she had woken up. She inhaled a few times, testing and when she felt it was safe enough took a sip. "Ow!" She complained and poked her tongue out between her lips slightly to sooth it. It was a rather inviting gesture. "Hot."

"Want me to kiss it betta?"

Gillian's face sobered so quickly even Cal seemed startled for a second, but she covered it by morphing her eyes into a glare. "Hold this," she requested and gave the cardboard cup back to him. She pried the lid off and made him hold that too. Then stepped back to put her heels on. She crossed to her dresser and picked out gold hoops for her ears.

"I'm impressed you can still accessorise hung ova," Cal mused from his position in her doorway. She hadn't invited him in and after last night, even if she didn't remember it, it just felt better to keep a boundary.

"You'd be amazed what a girl learns to do hung over," Gillian responded picking up eyeliner.

Cal watched as she applied a thin line and then went over it again, slightly higher, to make it thicker, darker. She seemed to be doing remarkably fine considering the amount she had drunk last night. He admired her liver a great deal right now. "Have you had breakfast yet? We could stop by somewhere."

"No way," Gillian cut him off. She reached for mascara.

"You should really line your stomach."

"No way," she repeated a little more firmly as she started applying the black to her eye lashes. Her eyes immediately started to pop.

Cal had to look away. "Couldn't tempt you in some fried eggs? Beans? Bacon?"

"Please stop talking about food," Gillian requested from the mirror. She put the mascara down and dusted blush along her cheeks.

The funniest thing? Cal hadn't even noticed she wasn't wearing makeup when she answered the door. He had noticed her stockinged feet and the pencil skirt and the light blue shirt that set her eyes off anyway.

"Cal?"

"Huh?" he looked up and she was suddenly in his line of sight, her beautiful slender fingers reaching out to take her coffee from him.

"Can I have my coffee back?" She seemed amused. He relinquished it and she stepped into him and he seemed surprised. "Am I also allowed to leave my bedroom now?" She asked gently. Cal stepped back suddenly out of her way and stumbled in his haste against the wall. "Are you ok?" She asked watching him.

"Yep, great."

Gillian moved into the living room and pulled back the curtains to let in the day. Cal followed her. She moved through to the dining room and did the same and ended up in the kitchen. She pulled open the fridge and studied the contents while taking another tentative sip of her now cooler coffee. She closed it again, "nope definitely not." She turned to find Cal watching her again. "What?"

"How much of last night do you really rememba?" He asked bluntly.

"Why what happened last night?" Gillian innocently countered his question with her own. She sipped her coffee again, deciding that for now, it was the only thing that her fragile stomach was going to be able to handle.

"That was a deflection," Cal pointed at her.

"So was that," Gillian echoed.

Cal studied her for a moment. "I asked first."

"Will you answer my question if I answer yours?"

"Are we six?"

Gillian gave him a slight smile. "Whatever I said, I apologise. I was drunk off my face." She got serious again to show she meant it. Cal watched her steadily for a moment. "Ok?"

He nodded.

"Shall we go to work then? The sooner I start this day the sooner it will be over."

"Right," Cal agreed gruffly and headed for the door. Gillian watched him go. She leaned heavily against the bench while a momentary wave of light-headedness assailed her. Her self-determination to keep the memories of last night at bay for the sake of the both of them wavered heavily for a moment. How much would everything change if she just told him she remembered everything? Because at this point, it really was up to her what happened next.

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When was there ever a right time? People would say things like 'you'll just know'. That was a stupid saying, Gillian decided. There was never a right time. There were golden opportunities, and last night had been one of them if she hadn't been stupid enough to actually get drunk. But then, would Cal have said anything to her if she hadn't had so much to drink? Probably not. As for approaching him now while she was stone cold sober and aware of how complicated the situation was? Really not the best time, but perhaps her only time. If she let it go on any longer it would become even more awkward.

"Bloody hell," she cussed under her breath. She surprised herself by using one of Cal's favourite phrases. She sat back in her chair even more stunned when she realised what that meant. She shook her head. She was in trouble. Big time. With a groan she pushed back from her desk and made her way over to Cal's office. He was talking to Torres. Gillian caught the tail end of them saying they would work on it tomorrow and goodnight. Torres bade Gillian a goodnight on her way out too.

"No you drank all my booze last night," Cal told her as she made her way across his office floor and he made his around his desk to shut off his computer. Gillian ignored him, but that didn't mean a little sigh escaped out of her. Cal looked up. "Oh?" He questioned. "What was that about?"

Gillian shook her head and steeled herself and shut down her nerves. She was aware of her palms sweating but she didn't dare make a move to wipe them on her dress. Cal would pick up on that immediately and she would not give him the satisfaction. "I lied to you."

Cal had been concentrating on his computer but he straightened up and studied her carefully. "What about luv?" He seemed suspicious. Gillian supposed he had a right to be.

"Last night." She watched as he looked a little alarmed. "I remember all of it." And then he looked aghast, stricken. She moved around his desk quickly, placing her hands on his arms and shoulder and turning him towards her. She was aware of her heart beating faster as she pulled him in closer and pressed her lips against his. She sunk in to his body, her centre of gravity now revolving around him. It was so much better kissing him in the light of day. Or evening. Whatever. She was doing this consciously and the way his hand gripped her waist told her that he was kissing her back by a desperate choice and oh it just felt so phenomenal now that it had been done properly.

Gillian pulled back and gave him a slight smile and then a frown. There wasn't gooey warmth in his eyes. There was something else. An edge. Bleakness. Fear.

"What are you doin'?" He spoke barely above a whisper.

Gillian wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry. The release of tension was profound but then it was replaced with something else. Sheer disbelief. "What do you mean what am I doing? Is that not obvious for you?"

"Gill," he stepped around her and put the desk between them. "This is..."

Gillian raised her eyebrows at him. "This is what you want isn't it?" She didn't give Cal a chance to answer. "It's what I want anyway. And I've decided that I should really learn to go after what I want more." She moved around his desk slowly and while she half expected him to back out of her approach, she was pleased when he didn't.

"You want me?" Cal asked in a way that was mixed with disbelief but also assurance. Surprise and cocky. Shock and arrogance.

"Yes. In the worst way possible."

Cal just about did a double take. "Oh you were listenin' to that then were you?"

Gillian nodded and stepped closer and she found herself happy when Cal did the same and his eyes softened into that smile she had been yearning for. His hand brushed against hers and sent a little thrill through her. For real, were they doing this? She wasn't dreaming? This wasn't some drunken fantasy of hers? He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. He was warm, soft in a way she wouldn't expect but then he leaned into her more and she felt the scruff of his chin against hers and she was reminded of everything that Cal was: male, rough, sometimes abrasive, raw and real. And right here.

Cal pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. "I'm not perfect."

"Funnily enough, neither am I."

"This isn't going to be easy."

"I wouldn't be here if I thought it would."

Cal pulled back to meet her eyes. "I really did mean it when I said that I love you."

"I know you did."

"You could tell that through all that scotch?"

Gillian gave a slight smile. "Yes. I could tell that. But not just because of the scotch."

Cal gave a slight smirk.

"I love you too Cal."

"I know," he responded, his hand coming to rest on her waist. "I don't need scotch to figa that one out."

"But I needed the scotch for you to finally tell me?"

Cal looked slightly abashed. "I guess drunken confessions probably weren't the smartest idea."

"Perhaps not the most mature adult way. But you could argue that it was a very smart idea because it brought us to here."

Cal smiled again. "I'll take it. So long as you don't have to stay drunk through the entire time we date."

"Maybe not the entire time," Gillian mused.

"How about no gettin' drunk?"

Gillian gave a little smirk. "Not unless you like it."

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AN: I really had no intention of writing a second chapter to this fic. It was by accident that I didn't mark it as complete. But then when so many of you requested a second chapter I figured I left myself wide open for it really didn't I?

The Doc and I played a game. She blind picked whether to go with, option one Gillian doesn't tell him, or option two Gillian does tell him.