This one is for... well, it's for everyone who reviewed! Thanks a million! Oh, and the quote was, as many of you guessed, from the last episode of Bones.

Summary: Cal and Gil butt heads over Emily's newest boyfriend, and it leads to an unusual pairing of their own... A story told mostly in dialogue.

Title: Tomorrow

Rating: PG-13 (For mentions of S-E-X)

Disclaimer: Sadly, no. Don't hurt me. By a fan for fans.

"His name," Lightman said angrily, "is James. What type of stupid names is James?"

"He seems like a good kid," Foster put in to no avail.

"She stayed over at his house once. Did you know that? And her mother let her!"

"You don't know that they did anything. His car broke down."

"That's what they say!" Lightman exclaimed. A brief silence descended over the pair.

"She's too young!" Lightman added.

"She's old enough to be in love," Foster said.

"Love-shmove. They're screwing, I swear they are!"

"And if they are, what business of it is yours? Emily's old enough to make her own choices."

"I'm her father!" he roared. Another uneasy silence settled.

"Well it's not like you're a good role model. How old were you when you had your first time?"

"That's not important," he glowered. "And you, love, how old were you? Not till you were married, I bet. Huh? Huh? I'm right, aren't I?"

"Of course," Gil said, angry now. "You're always right! Whether it's about being a father, being a boss, or being a friend, you always have to know best, don't you? The infallible Cal Lightman strikes again, right? You see yourself as some sort of superhero, that much above the rest of us mortals down here, but you won't look what's staring you in the face!"

Cal was silent for a moment, processing what she said, but instead of growing angry, he grew concerned. He gently cupped her face in his hand.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked softly.

"It's... it's nothing," she said, looking down. But a tear slid down her cheek. Lightman wiped it away with his thumb, turning her head to face him.

"No," he argued. "It's not nothing. What happened?"

"Alec wants us to get back together."

"And what do you want?" Cal asked, a sudden hollowness in his chest. Gillian was crying harder now and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

"I don't know," she whispered through her tears. "I just don't know."

Lightman pulled his fingers through her hair, ran his hand down her back. Even though she was crying, it was nice to just hold her. Longing rushing over him, he pushed his face in her hair, breathing in the scent that was so distinctively her. He wasn't sure how much time passed, but her sobs grew smaller and smaller. But still, she didn't let go.

Finally, as the clock chimed ten, she pulled away, saying, "You better go make sure Emily and James aren't doing anything you wouldn't want."

"She can take care of herself for one night. She's a big girl," said Lightman. "What about you? And Alec?"

"I'll be fine. And I've made up my mind. I'm not going back to him."

"Why?" he asked, closely watching her face.

"Goodnight, Cal," she said, then after a moments hesitation, she stood up and quickly kissed his mouth. He stood, shocked, as she made her way to the door.

"Gillian," he called. She stopped and turned, bathed by moonlight from the window. "That was a lame kiss."

"Then we'll try again tomorrow," she answered, smiling. As the door swang shut behind her, he muttered, "That we will."

Not quite certain how I feel about this. But then again, I don't ship this couple as obsessively as I do Loker-Torres, so it was much harder to write. But. What did you think? How'd I do? Any requests? I have no clue what to do next, so... please review!