Three months ago.
"Cal?" Gillian's sparkler voice sounds throw her office.
"Yes, love!" His gaze moves from the laptop to her face.
"Would you mind if I ask you something?" She asks, never crossing his eyes with hers. Her gaze fixed on the evaluation document she was working while her hand gentle manuscripts the white sheet. Like she was a little embarrassed for bring up this topic. Or maybe, she was trying not to convey much attention, at the fact that she had put the subject into thought.
"Absolutely not, I've seen it coming ages ago!" Cal was just trying to mess with her, maybe facilitating the conversation. Because, he already noticed that she was having trouble to express what was on her mind. Instead he only make it worst.
"Oh, please. I've warned you! I'm not comfortable with you reading me every damn second. Sometimes I just need some privacy!" Now she's staring at him and he could see some anger in the way she points her finger at him. But something on her face contradicts her anger. There's a mix of teasing and fool around in the way she puts her jaw and her nose up.
"Sorry love, your question?" Cal almost screws up again. But she didn't catch him smiling in pure adoration of her reaction. She definitely looks even more adorable when she's a little mad at him. How's that even possible. How could Gillian Foster get even better looking?
"Remember when you told me about wanting us to go on a vacation together? I mean you, me and Emily." She rolls her chair and stares at her window savoring the view or just avoiding him.
Cal jumps from the chair in front of her desk and places his hands on her chair turning her to face him.
"Yes, but you're never available! Gillian sighs deeply, remembering about the last time he asked her. She was available but she was terrified about going on a trip with Cal and Emily. If she said yes that day, in the next day she will be facing what she had lost all these years because of her line.
"And, as long as we're in charge of the Lightman Group we can't leave at the same time." He says, claiming her attention back on earth.
"Yes, I'm aware! But, I've been thinking about it and I'm …" She was looking for strength to say it, but…
Someone knocks on the door.
"Come in!" She says while Cal looks at her still thinking about vacation and having Gillian with him and walking hand on hand with her.
"Dr. Lightman we've received a call from France's prime minister and it looks like they need a deception expert right now! It's something big and my guess it's about last night robbery at Louvre Museum!" Gillian didn't say a word but a sudden grin is all over her face. Cal promptly gets on his feet and while walking in Looker's direction declares:
What are you waiting for woman? Gather you're things where going to Paris"
Later that day they arrive in Paris. Even though they're not planning on stay for more than two days, Gillian's bag is huge and Cal, as always need to make fun of it.
"So Gill, you're planning on stay living here?" He says teasing her.
Gillian didn't answer him and keeps walking to get a cab. "Love, you're not listening anymore? Something's wrong?" Gillian gets in the cab and Cal follows her before he freezes outside. The tour was quickly, and when they make their check in at the hotel it was almost dinner time.
"I was informed that the prime minister will join us for dinner in half an hour. So its better you get dressed Gill or you'll be later!" Cal says promptly inflowing her room.
"Oh my God, the prime minister in person? Are you insane Cal? I can't get ready so quickly!" She says while unpacking. "Besides, what should I dress?" She looks terrified.
Cal grabs her wrists, which makes her to look at him surprised. But she didn't seem to bother at all.
"Gillian Foster, you're incredibly beautiful and you always know what to dress in each occasion! Besides, look at your bag. I guess you brought your whole closet in there."
Gillian makes an effort to keep her face neutral, but she was looking so seriously that she couldn't hold it anymore. So, she break in a laugh louder and louder making them both to fall on the bed.
Cal looks at her face, she was almost crying because of laughing so much and so harder. Her belly was hurting but the pain stopped when she realizes she's on a bed with Cal Lightman. When they clumsy fall on the bed, he was still grabbing her wrists so she stayed on top him.
Cal was aware of this awkward situation but he was enjoying it. When Gillian tried to get up Cal holds her closer. So closer that Gillian could perfectly feel his increasing heart beat. He let her wrists free and pulls her hair behind her ears to easily see her face. Gillian's cheeks are turning pink. Even knowing she was free, she didn't want to move an inch from Cal. Now, it was up to her, stay or climb out the bed. Her eyes are dark and when she bit her lower lip, Cal knows that she was up to it. Cal placed a hand on her back and before Gillian could notice he turn her down and gets closer to her face. He's now on top of her. Their lips made contact for the first time, slowly. Cal didn't want to rush; he wants to savor every little second of their kiss. But Gillian wasn't so patient. She opens her mouth welcoming his tongue, tasting him with hers. A little moan escapes from her mouth and Cal kisses her hungrily.
The prime minister was already on the table with his secretary when Cal reached the saloon where they will have dinner. Cal quickly makes an excuse for being late and introduces himself. The prime minister didn't wait much longer before explaining why he needed him in Paris in such a hurry. But he gets interrupted because Gillian makes quite an entrance on the saloon with her fair black dress, high hells, red lipstick, what a sight. Cal rapidly gets up and waves to her. When she gets on the table the three men stand up and Cal introduce her as Dr. Foster, his associated. By the look on prime minister's face even Gillian could tell the man was quite enchanted for meeting her. And Cal could see Gillian was still a little embarrassed. After this little awkward moment everything returns normal and they get briefed on the case.
In the next morning Cal and Gillian should be at the police station to interrogate the suspect of an art robbery. The France Police was almost certain that the suspect was guilty but it was a high class member of French society and before they get further they needed to have sure.
"Cal! Are you awake?" Gillian whispered.
"Yes, love!" Cal smile opening his eyes.
"Do you think this happened because we're in Paris? The city of love and passion…" Gillian was standing on his side, one hand in his chest, one leg between his and her eyes closed. Cal kissed her forehead smelling her perfume. He got closer and then he kissed her jaw. Next he placed a really soft kiss to her lips.
"If we were back home it definitely wouldn't happened!" He said getting out of the bed and entering on the bathroom.
Gillian climbed out of the bed too and starts getting dressed, her head was whirling faster than Cal could imagine.
Cal interviewed the suspect and promptly declared he was guilty and make him give the location of the paintings that were stolen two nights ago. The French Police retrieve the paintings and the prime minister calls Cal and thanks him and Dr. Foster for their biggest help on this case. After that they were free to leave France. They still have the evening but Gillian called the airport and anticipated their flight. Cal didn't really understand her idea but he followed her back home.