So...We all must hate Alec. Some dislike Wallowski, but she's the Thorn in Gillian's side, am I right? I'm sorry for posting this late. My next story will be closer to the finish when I post it. If I write another one. Let's see how you like this chapter.

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Chapter 6

Cal had tried to convince Gillian to stay at home for the day. He told her he would come back at noon and take her to get her car, some clothes and personal items. Gillian had insisted on going into the office, she wanted no time to think about her situation right now. She and Cal agreed that she would go into the office after they went by her house that afternoon.

After Cal left for the office, Gillian washed and dried the breakfast dishes and cleaned up the kitchen then went upstairs to take a shower. She only had her jeans and shirt from the day before to dress in. She sat on Cal's bed and put her shoes on. Then she just sat there, her mind was racing. Images, thoughts and feelings of the changes that were happening in her life at this moment were coming in too fast. She fell back on the bed staring at the ceiling and ran her fingers through her hair. Her hands stopped on her forehead, she didn't want to think anymore. Gillian was tired and knew she was going to have to pull herself together. She had to go back to her house, gather what she needed for now and eventually face Alec.

She had patients in the past that were dealing with abusive spouses. She was ashamed to have let this happen again. Alec hitting her. Her hopes of him changing, she could help other people why couldn't she help Alec? Why couldn't she keep their marriage from falling apart? She had to be strong, get past this and move on. She knew better than to ponder over such matters again and again, it always leads to depression. 'That's it!' She thought to herself. 'I have got to get a grip. Change things now before I change my mind and go back to him.' She raised herself off of the bed and went downstairs.

"Dr. Lightman, we need you in the lab." Torres' voice came from Lightman's office doorway. He was glancing over something in a file folder. He jumped up from his chair, glad to be doing something besides looking over cases and handling paper work. That was Gillian's job and he so hopes for her to get back to being herself. He missed her being in the building. For him to at least know she was down the hall in her office was comforting to him. 'Gill will be back on her feet in no time, she's a strong woman. I've always respected her for that, well much more than that, but that's important.' He thought about her as he followed Torres to the lab where her and Loker had a video displayed on the large screen in front of them.

The screen showed a very beautiful woman with wavy red hair and light skin complexion. She was being interrogated by the two police detectives.

"Aye, aye. This is much more interesting than paper work." He said with a cheeky grin.

"Dr. Lightman, Loker and I can't seem to agree on this particular interview." Torres gives Loker an irritating glance. "She isn't being completely honest, there's something in her voice I can't quite make out."

"No... no, she's being truthful." Loker spoke with conviction.

"We need Foster on this. When is she coming in?" Torres asked.

"Did I just hire you two today? And there I was thinking of giving out raises to both of you." Lightman says as he points an ink pen at the two young employees.

Both Loker and Torres looked at each other as if they were children being told they couldn't have any candy.

"Alright, Loker push in on her face, Torres listen to her voi-" Lightman's cell phone rang "Just go over it again. It's as plain as the disappointment on your faces." He said looking over his shoulder toward Torres and Loker. He walked out of the lab while answering his phone.

"Lightman?" It was Wallowski. "I'm sitting in front of Foster's house and thought you should know that she just had a taxi drop her off and is inside."

"Is she alone?" Lightman heads for the elevator.

"She's alone, Mr. Foster left about an hour ago." Wallowski was sitting in her car across the street peering out of the passenger window.

"You stay right there. I'm on my way and if he shows up, well then, do whatever it is you do."

Gillian walked in her house and felt her chest tighten up, constricting her breathing. She had an overwhelming rush of anxiety. She looked around the living room and went into the kitchen. Remains of the dinner she had cooked for Cal was still on the stove. Alfredo sauce was dried and crusty in one pan, half gone. About a spoonful of pasta and chicken lay in their pans, dried. The sink had dirty kitchen utensils and cutlery from when she prepared the food to cook. Her wine glass, half empty, was still sitting where she had left it. The bottle of wine sat a few inches away from the glass. There was a half empty bottle of Wild Turkey sitting on the dinning table with two tumblers sitting there in two different spots. She walked over to pick up the bottle and the glasses and noticed a dark shade of lipstick imprinted on the mouth of one glass. She gasped and her mind went to racing trying to guess what female had been here.

Gillian sighed as tears flooded her eyes. She had a good idea of who had left lipstick on the glass. Tears falling down her freckled cheeks, anger starting building up from deep within her. She chunked the glass across the room. It hit the wall and shattered on the floor. Adrenaline took over the anxiety she felt earlier and she stormed up the stairs to her bedroom. With a type of tunnel vision, she went to her side of the closet and pulled her suitcase down from the top shelf, then tossed it on the bed. Gillian stopped suddenly, looking at the bed she inhaled but didn't exhale. What laid on the bed and trailed on to the floor toward the bathroom was actual evidence that the female visitor stayed over night. The bed covers was all tangled up, a pair of hot pink lace panties laid at the foot of the bed, a matching bra was hanging off of the bedside lamp. Alec's pants was bundled on the floor and his shirt wrinkled up by the bathroom door along with a womens blouse and skirt. Gillian finally exhaled with a pain shooting in her chest.

Lightman was rushing through traffic but being cautious not to wreck. He was very worried about Gillian and hoping Alec wouldn't show up at the house. 'Why couldn't she have waited until noon. Her stubbornness is going to get her into trouble one day.' He was thinking about Gillian and trying to concentrate on driving. It seemed like hours had past since he left the office, and he couldn't get there fast enough. His cell phone rang and startled him a little. Not looking at who the caller could be, he answered.

"Lightman." His breathing quickened.

"Wallowski here. We have a problem. Mr. Foster just pulled in the driveway."

"Get over there, don't let him in the house."

"I can't keep the man from entering his own house, Lightman." Wallowski said while rolling her eyes. She could only go so far before getting herself into trouble with her superior.

"Well, stall or something. I'm ten minutes away, do whatever it takes." Lightman hung up. No time for arguing with the cop.

Wallowski made it to Foster's yard as Alec stepped out of his car. She waited at the front steps. Alec walked on the stepping stones that made a path to the steps. He fished for his house keys, looked up and was startled by a woman standing there. A very nice looking woman with slightly dark skin and black hair pulled back in a ponytail. He stares at her for a few seconds, mesmerized by her good looks.

"Can I help you Miss.?" He said with a smile.

"Yes you can, Mr. Foster." Wallowski flashes her badge at him. She pulled her shoulders back and tilted her head up just enough to show him that she was the real deal. The one with authority and for him to believe that she would apprehend him if need be.

"Oh I got it. This is about last night isn't it? Did Gill call you? No wait she wouldn't do that, it was Cal wasn't it? That ass called the cops. So what, charges are being pressed? Two can play that game, I've already talked to my lawyer. The lawsuit is being drawn up as we speak. Dr. Lightman's carnival that he runs will go bankrupt. And as for Gill, she can either choose to stay with me or leave with nothing, no job and no money." Alec said this with conviction, believing every word he just spoke and confident of the outcome.

"Wow, that's a lot of bullshit for such a little man that could possibly wind up in jail on drug charges." With a smirk on Wallowski's face, she opened the right side of her thin leather jacket, revealing her 9mm Glock in it's hip holster.

"Are you done? I'd like to go in my house. Unless you're going to arrest me detective, I suggest you leave."

Lightman's car came to a screeching halt on the street along side of the curb in front of Foster's house. He swung open the door, shut it and then strode his way up the walk path, stopping just short in front of Alec. Lightman's eyes narrowed and a wicked smile crept upon his lips. 'Try me bastard. Come on, just push me.' He was willing Alec to do something, to make one wrong move.

"Excuse me, I'm going into my house. I'm picking up some important papers that need to be on the Deputy Directors desk in less than an hour." Alec stepped to the side and walked around Lightman and Wallowski. He shoved his key into the door, but it was unlocked already.

"Well, I'm up for a spot of tea. Wallowski?" Lightman said as he followed Alec through the door.

"No tea, but I'll take a cup of coffee." She smiled and followed Lightman through the door, closing it behind her.