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It was almost 5 when Cal walked back into the office. That meeting was the worst one he had ever been to. A total waste of time. He booted up his computer and stretched like a cat, trying to wake up. He thought about the last couple of days as he sat down on his chair. Day 1, he had gotten a call from Germone. Day 2, … the guy called again. Day 3, he had gotten the note. And this was day 4, the day they were supposed to meet…or Gillian was gunna get hurt. He thought it over in his head. If he went…It'll solve the problem but he doesn't really know what the guy wanted. If he didn't…They'll get Gillian one way or the other. He didn't think twice before he decided he was going.
Gillian walked around the corner to Cal's office with a orange slushy in her hand. She peaked through the open door to find Cal leaning back on his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. She knocked.
"Hey Cal." She stepped in and shut the door behind her.
He opened his eyes and put his foot back on the floor. "Ay Luv. How was the paperwork?" he said, chuckling.
Gillian smiled and sat down. But the smile didn't reach her eyes and he saw. "What's wrong Foster?"
She debated in her head whether or not to ask him about the note…and decided not to. He seemed so…calm and happy right now. The note could have been fake. But then again, the text said otherwise. "Nothing. Just home stuff."
He nodded then pointed at the slushy. "Were you out while I was gone Luv?" he asked her.
It took a while for her to realize was he was talking about. "Yea. It's good you should try it sometimes." She lifted up the bottle and smiled. He smiled back. The she thought that if they had dinner together, then he wouldn't go to the park. She could take care of herself. And if Cal got into the mess with the Pentagon again, it would be hard to convince him to stop. "Hey Cal. Alec and I were going to dinner tonight and we were wondering if you wanted to come."
He looked up kind of shocked. "We or I, Luv?"
"Well mostly I." She looked down.
Cal studies her for a moment and sighed inwardly. 'Maybe she knows. Nah. Probably just feels sorry for me again.' "Listen Luv. You and Alec don't get out much. I don't want to be in the way."
"But-" Gillian started. But Cal cut in.
"-Seriously Foster. And I gotta go somewhere today. It's kind of important."
She knew he would say something like that. She looked at him and knew he wouldn't change his mind. Sighing, she standed up. "Well if you need anything, I'll be in my office." She turned to leave when Cal called out to her.
"Is that why you came here?" She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. "Did you come in here to ask me to dinner with you and Alec?" he asked with a hint jealousy in his voice.
She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Torres walking in. "Hey theres...is everything ok?" she looked from Cal to Gillian.
"Yeah." It was Cal who answered. "What is it?"
"Well," she started, looking at Gillian and talking to Cal, "there's this guy from the FBI. He says he's got to talk to you."
"Tell him I'll be right over." he replied. Torres nodded and with another look to both of them, she left to the FBI agent.
They looked at eachother again. "Well?"
"Look Cal I just wanted to see if you wanted to come. You seemed...distracted." She tried to read him, but that wasn't gunna happen.
He continues to stare at her. "I should be asking you that Foster." Foster. She hated it when he called her Foster. On or off work.
Instead of telling him something again, she shook her head and walked out.
It was almost 12 and there was nobody at the park. The lamps by the path were dim and the air seemed colder then usual. There were no cars parked or even passing by. One deserted park, one heart deserted man, walking around the park completely clueless. about what was going to happen. Cal walked around the path with his hands in his pockets and his head low. Where the hell are they? 'I'm not gunna be walking around here all night!' he thought angrily. He kicked a rock and it hit a pole. 'Are they even gunna come?' He sat down on a nearby bench. His phone rang. It felt like an earthquake in his pocket. Who would call him at 12? He picked it up anyways.
"Lightman." He barked.
"Cal?"
His eyes went wide. "Foster? Are you ok? is there anything wrong?" He was so focused on her, he didn't see the shadows from the corner.
"Cal look. Can you come by to my place? Like right away?" Her voice sounded so concerned, it hurt him.
Had the Germone got to her? They promised not to! He suddenly felt angry. "Fos-Gillian. Where are you right now? Are you home? Are you ok? Is Alec with you?" If Alec was with her, at least she'll be ok for a while. That bloke wouldn't be so heartless and to let his own wife get hurt.
For a moment there was silent. "I'm fine and yes I'm home Cal. Could you just please come?"
He didn't even spot the lie. Without thinking he replied. "Yea hold on Luv. I'll be right ov-"
"Cal Lightman." A voice said.
Cal turned around and came face to face with none other than Germone Johnson. He looked the same as when they'd last seen each other, except he aged a bit. Germone stepped foward and nodded at the phone.
"Talking to someone this late Lightman? I suggest you hang up right now." he said while taking another step foward.
Lightman hung up long before he suggested that. He just hoped Gillian didn't hear Germone's voice. Cal looked behind Germone to see one other person. Sean Allsop. The guy who used to be his partner whenever they worked with terroists. Vance used to be the person he could all ways trust back then, along with Gillian and Zoe. But he was more like a second brother to Cal. And now the man was here, besides Germone...the worst and smartest boss he had every worked for in his life. Cal read his face and saw disgust, anger, and a hint of fear. Sean was staring intently at the floor between his feet. His body language was tense all over. Germone spotted Cal looking over at his 'protege' and smiled.
"Ah. I see it's been a while since you two have seen eachother." He clapsed his hands together. "Well then. Shouldn't you be poliet and shake eachother's hands or something? After all Sean is my new Protoge."
Cal looked up, shocked. He glared at Sean but the guy didn't lift his head.
Germone smiled, an evil looking smile, at Cal. He knew they were close friends. "Oh. Where's Dr. Foster?" He prentended to look around. "She's ok I hope."
Cal threw daggers at the man. Did Gillian call because Germone went to her house? He took two steps foward and pointed a finger at him. "If you hurt her. If you even touch a single hair on her head. I'll personally hunt you down and bloody kill you." he seethed through his teeth with every english accent like bullets.
Germone didn't seem to care about the threat. Instead he smiled and said, "Don't worry. If you do anything irrational, I'll have to kill Gillian." He ignored Cal's glares and turned to Sean who hadn't looked up from his previous visit to the center of his brain. "Sean go get the paper from the van."
The younger man nodded and left without a word. Cal looked after him and almost felt sorry for the guy getting treated like a dog. But Germone snapped him out of his memory.
"Lightman let's get down to buisness. I'm not here to joke around."
Cal looked at Germone again with his hands now in his pockets. "Alright. What do you want." It was more of a statement. Not a question.
The boss seemed to study him before continuing. "It's a simple job really. I need you to track down a terrorist and kill him," he said as if it was the easiest thing in the world.
Cal acually couldn't speak for a moment. What was this guy? He's a bloody lunatic! "I swore I'd never get my hands dirty again." He replied flatly. He wasn't going to kill another man in his life...again.
Germone sighed and shook his head. "If you don't, Dr. Foster gets hurt. Do you want that to happen to her?"
He knew it was selfish to not take the job and let Gillian get hurt. But there is the one something in the back of the mind that always disagrees. And right now, that little something was really starting to sound like a psycopath. Cal just kicked it to the side and said, "Fine. I'll do it. But only if you promise she won get hurt."
Smiling once again, Germone replied in his creepy-kind voice, "Alright the-"
"Oh no you don't." Someone said from behind.