Yeah, this was quick and I really only did a quick edit so I'm really sorry for any mistakes. If you find something glaring bring it to my attention and I will fix and replace. I have to be honest, I'm dying to get to the next chapter.

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The Lightman Group offices

Loker scanned the screens of video footage as they rolled by. He was rather proud of the fact that it had taken him only two hours to break the firewall on the casino's system and find what he was looking for. For the last two hours, however, he had been scanning multiple video feeds, searching for any sign of Lightman and Foster. His head was pounding and if he didn't get up and pee soon he was going to have a lot of explaining to do. He feared leaving his post until he had something to report to Lightman.

Out of the corner of his eye, the image of a couple entering the tower elevator caught his attention and he brought the footage up on the big screen. He swallowed hard, mouth going slack as the man pushed the woman up against the wall of the elevator, his hands in her hair as he kissed her. The woman ran her hands over his back before they disappeared into the waistband of his pants as she tilted her head up toward the camera giving him a perfect view of the intense arousal etched deeply across her features. The man's head dipped to her breast as he tugged down the strap of her clinging black dress, exposing pale flesh and the lacy outline of her bra. Loker felt his cock twitch as the man in the frame slid his hand up the woman's thigh, pushing her dress higher as his hand slipped between her legs. The woman's mouth opened in a silent "o" just as the man turned his head to the side so his profile showed clearly in the eye of the camera. Loker pressed pause.

He realized somewhat sheepishly that his cock had done more than stir at the image of the couple on the screen and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He heard the door open behind him and spun around to see Torres entering.

"What are you…" she managed before her eyes were drawn to the screen."Holy shit, is that Foster? Well it certainly looks like she's having a good time," she chuckled. Her face fell suddenly. "Oh my God, that's…"

"Lightman," he finished for her.

Cal and Gillian had hit dead ends at nearly every turn.

Their first stop had been the hotel's East Chapel, a small and intimate setting, lavishly decorated in muted browns and silver. Arrangements of fresh flowers spilled from the top of Grecian style pillars and intricate sconces adorned the walls on all sides. Gillian hadn't been able to stop herself from thinking what a beautiful setting it was for a wedding. They spoke to the chapel's resident wedding coordinator who had immediately burst into tears at the sight of them. She confirmed that Cal and Gillian had indeed visited the chapel around 7pm the previous evening and had been very legally wed by the house chaplain. The short, plump coordinator sputtered tearfully as she recalled how Cal and Gillian's vows to each other had been some of the most "emotional and heartfelt" she had heard in her entire career.

"We video tape each ceremony so you should be able to have a copy in the next few days or so. It takes a bit to get the editing done," she had told them when her tears finally subsided.

Cal and Gillian had thanked her and left the chapel in stunned silence, grateful to enter the jarring cacophony of the hotel's main lobby a few moments later.

Their next stop was the Bellagio's management offices, where they were told that Mr. Bolton had received their message but was still occupied with very important hotel business. They were assured that he would get back with them at his earliest convenience. They were further disappointed to learn that all video footage of their previous days interviews had been collected by Mr. Bolton for his personal review and was, at this time, unavailable to them.

Contrary to character, Cal had expressed his understanding for the inconvenience, hoping not to arouse suspicion. He hinted that he and Gillian would be more than happy to spend time exploring the city while they waited.

Gillian had dragged an excited Cal away from the entrance to the main casino, ignoring his insistent pleas that he needed to do further research for the case, and they were currently on their way back to their rooms, each lost in quiet thought.

Gillian was happy when Cal's cell phone rang and broke the deafening silence.

"Lightman," Cal's voice was harsh as he answered and pressed speaker.

"It's Loker, I think I've got something you'll want to see. I found some footage of you and Dr. Foster from last night at approximately 8pm. I'm not done searching yet but I thought you'd want to see this. I forwarded the footage to your laptop. Can you access it?" There was something in Loker's tone that Gill had a hard time identifying. He sounded a bit flustered.

"In a few minutes. I'll let you know if there's a problem. What does Torres have from those interviews?"

"She's put together some relevant footage for you to look over. What have you gotten involved in out there?" Loker pried.

"Nothin' you need to be concerned about at the moment. Call me if you find anything else." He shoved the phone back in his pocket. "Well at least that's something. If we can't get access to the footage here, at least we have what we sent back to the office."

Cal and Gillian walked quickly back to the room. Gillian was conscious of his hand at the small of her back as they made their way down the hallway. Since the kiss they had shared earlier she seemed to be overly aware of his every touch.

Entering the room, they found that the maid service had cleaned the room and removed the breakfast cart from earlier. Gillian was happy that the tussled bed clothes were no longer in evidence to remind her of the unknown events the night before.

Cal removed his lap top from the closet where he had found it earlier and they took seats at the long table by the room length window. When he had successfully logged in they waited in silence for the computer to upload the footage Loker had sent.

Gillian couldn't decide whether she was more upset about the idea of losing over twelve hours of her life or being confronted with her lost memories. She didn't have long to be indecisive.

An image burst on the screen that sent her heart into her throat. Her breath caught at the passionate scene playing out before her and when her own face turned toward her with a look of simmering ecstasy, it was more than she could take. She felt the tears coming and she pushed her chair back from the table, fleeing to the window as she tried to shake the images that had been branded into her brain.

Cal closed his laptop. Although part of him didn't want to delay reviewing the rest of the footage sent by Torres, Gillian's obvious distress troubled him more. While he had been prepared for something like what Loker had actually found, the stark reality of it was something he hadn't expected. The emotions that had played out across his and Gillian's faces in the elevator were so real, so intense that there was no way they could have been induced solely by any kind of drug. He knew Gillian was aware of that fact as well.

He walked to the window where she stood with a hand pressed up against the glass, her other arm wrapped around her middle protectively, as if she was shielding herself from something. He laid a tentative hand on her shoulder and she raised her head, meeting his eyes in the reflection from the glass. Even in the dull reflection he could see that her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks tear stained. He kept his hand on her shoulder as he moved his thumb up and down her arm gently.

"Tell me," he half-whispered, his voice thick.

Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks and she lowered her head again. "I feel…violated. I feel like…like time was stolen from me. As if someone else stole my body and walked around in it for a night," her voice hitched. "How is it possible that I have no recollection of…of that?" She gestured behind her to the table, or to the bed, he couldn't be sure which. "I should remember feeling those things…I should remember you." She took a deep shuddering breath.

"Come here, love." He used his hand on her shoulder to pull her into an embrace. She laid her head against his shoulder as he buried his face in her neck, rocking her gently in his arms. He smoothed her hair as his other hand caressed her back. "I'm so sorry Gillian." His heart twisted inside his chest at the thought that he could be even a small part of her pain.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, taking his face between her palms as she forced his eyes to meet hers. "This is not your fault Cal, do you hear me? This happened to you just as much as it did to me. Don't you dare blame yourself." Her voice was fierce.

He pulled her to him again, and they stood like that as the minutes ticked by. Gradually her breathing evened out, her harder sobs becoming muted hiccups against his collar. He felt her relax against him and was glad that the worst of the storm had finally passed. Just as he was about to release her and try to infuse a little humor into the situation she tensed slightly and her voice whispered softly, tentatively in his ear.

"Cal," she breathed, "I want to remember."

Ok, I confess, I actually cried at my own Fic.

Still with me or did I lose everyone?