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"Vance? Vance Pierce? What do you need him for?" Reynolds walked faster to catch up with Cal. "Lightman!" Cal turned around and faced Reynolds.

"It's...personal stuff. I need his help for something." Reynolds stared at him for a while. He shook his head.

"How do you even know him?" Ben asked.

"Again! Personal stuff to deal with!" Cal said while waving his hands in the air.

Reynolds sighed and looked like he was thinking it over. "Fine. I'll take you to him but I can't promise you he'll be there right now."

Cal grinned in triumph but wasn't really looking forward to the meeting.

It was raining, raining hard. It wasn't blowing wind. It was a cold night. He walked around, kicking stones as he went. Why he decided to meet them, he had no idea. Well, it was his job. He had to try. He wasn't aware that someone followed him to near the lake in the middle of the night. He'd thought he had snuck out well. After all, he had read to his kid, said goodnight to his wife and waited almost an hour before things got settled. Then he'd gone out. Only for a little while. Just to get the reports to his boss. He hadn't known his whole life would change that night.

Ben knocked on the office door. "Agent Vance! You in there?"

No answer.

Ben slowly opened the door. No one was there. He sighed.

"He's not here. But I think I know where he is."

Cal stepped into the office from behind Ben. The office was big...bigger than Ben's anyways. Well at least Vance was successful with his life. "How old is he again."

"19." Ben laughed. And Cal smiled, while he saw right through him.

"He's higher than you, right?" Ben looked at him and stared. "He is isn't he?" Cal smiled.

"Yea. 'Bout 3 ranks." Ben said. "But the kid has done a lot of work for his entire life! I mean being in the FBI, CIA, and Pentagon at the age of 10? And to make it ... harder. He's been adopted about 7 times." Ben finished with heavy sympathy in his voice.

Cal's eyes widened. 7 times? Who the hell gets adopted seven times...and he's only a kid! He couldn't believe that! Turning to Ben he asked, "Seven times?" Ben nodded. "Are you sure?" Another nod, with confusion on his face. This was all his fault. All his damn bloody fault! He messed up another life! But it was years ago. How was he gonna know?

Cal had been silent for a whole 2 minutes with Ben staring at him. "Lightman?" He didn't move. "Lightman?" He said in a singsong voice, waving his hand in front of Cal's face. "LIGHTMAN!" He yelled.

Cal was pulled out of his train of thought. "What." He sounded irrataded but Ben wasn't gonna notice. The Brit always irratated to him.

"You want to go find Vance or are we going to stay here and chat." Ben said trying not to roll his eyes.

Instead Cal rolled his eyes. "Yea let's go find him."

They were on there way to a hospital when Cal got a call from Gillian saying that she was going to visit a family friend that was too in the hospital and that they would meet there. According to Ben, Vance had a very close friend that worked there and visited almost every single day. It was still the morning and the sun shone bright in the skies. The car skidded to a stop in front of the entrance. They went in and up 9 floors before the elevator came to a stop. Both of them stepped out and when they turned the corner, they saw Gillian walking towards them.

"Cal! Ben! What are you doing here? I thought I said I'll meet you downstairs." Gillian said to them.

Ben answered, "Well the person we're suppose to meet is on this floor."

"Oh. What's his name?"

Ben took out a piece of paper that was scribbled on. "Dr. John Crason. He's a trama surgeon." He explained.

Gillian laughed. "I'm on my way right now to meet Carson. He used to be our neighbor when I was little. He still was untill I went off to college."

"So," Ben rubbed his hands, "very close family friend."

"Yes. Yes he is."

"Gillian," Cal started, "I'm here to meet Vance."

Gillian didn't think for a while. "He's with Carson?"

Cal and Ben nodded. "Seems to be, yea."

There was silence.

Ben noticed this and said in a very cheerful like tone, "Well...We wouldn't want to be late. Cmon Lets go. Gillian don't you know the way to Dr. Carson's office?"

Gilian nodded. "Yea. Ben's right. It's getting late and I wouldn't want to miss the meeting we have in the afternoon."

She led them passed the hallway and to a wooden door with 'Dr. Carson.' and 'Head Trauma Suergon' on the top. Cal heard laughter from inside. Ben knocked three times.

"Come in." Said a voice.

Reynolds nodded towards them. "I'll be out in the car."

They both nodded. Cal motioned for Gillian to go in and she did. With Cal following from behind.

The door opened and Gillian said, "Carson! It's nice to see you again!"

Behind Gillian Cal could see that Carson wasn't a very young man. He had shaved his head bold but still touches of grey were on them. He looked to be about in his late 50's. He wore thin framed glasses that you could barely see. Carson got up and embraced Gillian.

"Gill! My goodness you have grown. How have you been!" He said, smiling from ear to ear.

"I've been great!" She turned towards Cal. "This is my partner and friend, Cal Lightman." Cal felt honored to be called her friend at this moment.

Carson smiled at him and shook his hand. "So your the deception expert. It's good to see you. I've read your book."

Cal returned the smile. "It's nice to meet you too. Aren't I lucky to have such a great fan. And please, call me Cal"

Gillian stepped back and admired the two. That's when she noticed another figure in the room.

"NO!" He shouted.

They didn't stop thought. They kept on giving his father a beating. As much as he didn't want to see that, he had to.

"Stop! Please!" He was crying now. His throat burned from all the yelling and his eyes were swollen. The tears flowed freely down his cheeks but in the rain, no one could tell.

His dad lifted up his face and tried saying something. It came out as a groan and he collapsed in a heap. The boy tried running to his father but they held him down.

He looked at one of them straight in the eye and said, "I HATE YOU!" He started kicking and squirming. Nothing worked. They were jsut too strong for a boy his age.

"FINE!" He finally said. "I'll do it!"

His father looked up again and said, "No...Don't. I'm fine." He tried to smile but failed horribly.

The kid looked at his father and never thought these were the last words he was going to hear from him. "I'm going to find you again. Even

if you don't remember...I'll still find you."

"Vance!" She said.

Cal looked to see where she was looking. Vance Pierce was sitting on one of the sofa's and was watching them. He was a well built boy for his age. Vance looked at Gillian and his eyes widened a little in surprise.

"D-Dr. Foster?" He asked. He had an English accent.

Everyone in the room was confused. Carson turned to Gillian and said, "Vance came by for a visit. And you decided to tag along. Isn't that great?"

Cal was the most confused. Did Gillian know this kid? What was going on!

Gillian must have sensed his confusion. "Vance, I'd like you to meet Dr. Lightman." She said, pointing to where Cal was standing.

Vance got up and shook his hand. "Very nice to meet you Dr. Lightman."

Cal was shocked. The kid didn't remember. That was a good thing...right? "Very nice to meet you. I heard so much of you from Ben."

"Ben Reynolds?" Carson asked.

Cal turned to him. "Yes. He drove me here."

"Oh. I've met him once or twice before. Great guy that man is."

Gillian smiled. "He is."

Vance cleared his throat. "I should be going now." He started to leave when Cal stopped him by the arm.

"N-no. Why don't we talk? You know...Get to know eachother more."

Gillian could see his panic. Luckily Vance accepted. They all sat down on the couches facing eachother, and just talked.

"So Dr. Foster. I haven't seen you in...a while." Vance started.

Gillian nodded. "I missed takling to you over the years." She smiled, warmly.

"Did you guys know eachother before?" Carson asked them.

"You know how I told you about when I was a litle kid, I had to go to a psychologist?" Vance explained to Carson who nodded. "Well Dr. Foster was my psychologist back then. I went there for about 3 years then I left for the Pentagon."

Cal's stomach lurched. "How old were you when you first worked at the Pentagon?" he asked.

"About 9 or 10 I think." Vance said.

Cal nodded. 10! At the age of 10 this kid works at the Pentagon!

Just then Carson's pager beeped. He looked at it and frowned. "I got to go. Emergency downstair."

Gillian nodded and Casron left after saying goodbye to everyone. Vance leaned back in the couch. "So what are you doing here Dr. Foster?"

"I came here to talk to Carson. Well just to say hi. I was in the nieghborhood." She explained.

Vance nodded. "Well It was great to see you again. And you to Dr. Lightman."

Gillian looked at Cal who nodded. "Vance. We also came to see you." Cal leaned in. "You know about John DeGrow right?"

That caught his attention. "Yea. Acually I do."

"Well. Gillian and I are working on a case. He's recently working on trying to bomb the Pentagon."

"Yea. I heard about that." Vance said, clearly interested now.

"Well...I need to find this guy and bring him down. Do you think you can help us?"

Vance took a moment. "Alright I'll help you."

Cal and Gillian smiled and sighed in relief. They all stood up.

"I'll contact you by Agent Reynolds." Vance said. He smiled one last time before he waslked out.

Gillian sighed and sat back down. She never thought it'd be that Vance. The kid she had tried to help years ago. Cal sat next to her and took her hand.

"Gillian. I need to tell you something." He said in a serious tone.

She looked at him and asked in the most concerenrd way. "Cal what's wrong?"

Cal seemed to hesitate before answering. "You know when I told you that I had a son before Emily?"

Gillian nodded, a little hesitant. "Well... that son is Vance."