Me: Hello! I felt like writing a bit differently tonight so-

Cal: It's pretty sad and happy and strange. Only you would write something like this.

Me: Well maybe people will like it.

Cal: I'm barely in this chapter. How are they supposed to like that??

Me: You're mentioned often.

Cal: But I don't know that!

Me: You're just upset 'cause you want to kiss her already.

Cal: ...

Me: I thought so. Anyways, as always, I do not own Lie to me or any of its characters- although I will attempt to put that on my Christmas list. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and please review- they make me happy!!! :)

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"Dad? Gillian?" Cal and Gillian took a step back from each other and turned to see Emily standing near the stairs. She had a satisfactory grin on her face, and Cal didn't miss the small contempt factor in that smile that had an I'm-so-awesome-and-I-totally-win-this-round twist to it.

"Hey, I was just checking out your iPod. Hope you don't mind." said Gillian to the teenager standing before them.

"That's cool. Hey, could I talk to you? In my room?" Emily asked Gillian. Cal saw surprise flicker on Gillian's beautiful face as she looked up at him questioningly. He shot her a small grin.

"Go ahead, luv. She probably wants to talk to you about girl stuff; Not exactly my area of expertise." Gillian smiled back at him and followed Emily upstairs to her bedroom, while Cal was left alone in the living room. He sat on the couch, alone with his thoughts.

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"So, what's up Em?" asked Gillian as Emily shut the door to her room and sat on her blue beanbag next to her bed. She motioned for Gillian to sit on the pink beanbag next to her. Gillian sat, surprised at first at the strange composure of the beanbag, and waited for Emily to speak. She saw the 15 year old beside her take in a deep breath.

"Gillian, you've known my dad for a while, right?" Gillian wasn't expecting the conversation to be about Cal. Then again, maybe she should have; after all, Emily had seen her and Cal standing close to each other, just gazing into each other's eyes. It would've seemed suspicious to her had she been Cal's daughter.

"Yes, I have." Emily kept her gaze locked on her feet. Not looking at Gillian despite the small smile that appeared on her face for a quick second.

"Have you ever... did it ever occur to you... what I mean is...", Emily was trying to find the right words, yet they didn't seem to come to mind. She cursed herself for not having planned this earlier.

"What are you trying to ask me Emily?" asked Gillian, a bit concerned. After a few seconds, Emily looked up at Gillian, determined to go through with this.

"Remember when I told you about my mom and dad spending more time together?" sadness showed on both their features.

"Yes, I recall that."

"And do you remember what I told you after that? About my dad being happier around you than he was with my mom?" Gillian couldn't help but smile, which didn't go unnoticed by Emily.

"You're happy." Emily said, taking Gillian off-guard. It didn't take deception training to figure out the reason behind Gillian's love-struck smile. Gillian looked down at the floor, still smiling.

"You love him." Gillian's eyebrows shot up, as well as her head. She stared at Emily in shock. Surprise, happiness, and sadness were the dominant expressions on Gillian's face. The room seemed more quiet than ever now.

"Why are you sad, Gillian?" the young girl was confused. She understood the surprise and the happiness, after all, love was a wonderful thing; but why would Gillian be sad? Foster shook her head, her eyes closed, smiling a fake smile. She opened her eyes with tears threatening to spill over. Gillian knew lying wasn't an option, and after all, Emily never gave her a reason to distrust her.

"Emily, I don't think it'd make a difference. I don't think what I feel is relevant. Cal is so... deeply infatuated with your mother to the point where he could walk into a women's restroom without realizing, or defend her when she hurt him so much and it took so long for those wounds to heal. For so long during that time I had tried to help him get on with his life and I felt useless because he was always upset and distant.", shame showed upon her features as she spoke, "He ignored my advice and slept with her, something which I learned from you, since it was pretty clear, and that he, my best friend, the person I tried to be there for whenever I could, the person I love, did not trust me enough with the fact that he had been going home earlier all those nights to be with her. Emily, your father is wonderful and loving.", she took in a sharp breath, tears falling onto her cheeks, "So what chance could I possibly have when the chance was never presented to me in the first place?" Gillian ended, out of breath, having let out all her pent up feelings on Emily. She felt a bit guilty for letting things out on her but once she started, there was no stopping her. Emily looked astonished. A look of sadness on her face; she felt sad for Gillian not only because she could tell Gillian truly cared, but because she was also oblivious to some very important facts. It was up to her to tell Gillian.

"Gillian, I know you're upset, but could you please listen to what I have to say?" Gillian nodded weakly, wiping off the tears that had fallen.

"I honestly don't think my dad loves my mom more than he does you. You should hear what the people in the building say; Especially Loker and Torres. Working for you guys, people can't help but see things, and what they see gets around quickly, trust me, I hear things. I also happen to hear how my dad looks at you whenever he's with you and how he's very protective of you and your personal business. Torres herself told me that he was pretty hard with her on several occasions because he would not tell you what he saw when you were with your ex-husband and how he would get so angry when he would see you with him that his jaw would clench, nostrils flaring. Sometimes he would come home late and my dad and I may be sort of distant sometimes, but he trusted me with the fact that he was keeping an eye on Alec, and not just that one time like he told me you found out. He was trying to protect you. And Gillian... ever since you told him that you were getting a divorce, my dad hasn't seen my mom nor has he planned to. He cares about you a lot." finished Emily, looking at Gillian, whose mouth was slightly opened, eyes showing astonishment. However, one question still remained.

"Emily? Does he love me?" Gillian asked, eyes full of hope. Emily smiled.

"I think that's for him to answer. My work here is done." Gillian smiled, letting the last tears fall from her eyes, feeling so grateful towards Emily. She leaned forward and gave her a thankful hug, which Emily returned. Gillian understood that their conversation was over, and stood up towards the door.

"Oh and Gillian.", she turned around, "I wasn't lying." Gillian looked at the young girl before her cheerfully.

"I know." she said before walking out into the hallway and closing the bedroom door behind her.

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Cal was on the couch, staring absentmindedly at a spot on the wall. He was thinking about something- or rather someone- who had been in his mind for quite some time. He found it harder every day not to think about her. He suddenly turned his head towards the figure coming down the stairs. There he saw Gillian Foster, gracefully making her way towards him.

"Hello, luv. You ready to go to bed now?" He noticed she looked very happy, almost bubbly, despite some redness around her eyes. Had she been crying?

"That'd be lovely." she replied, causing him to smile, curious as to what had caused the sudden change. He propped himself off the couch and walked over towards her.

"What did you and Emily discuss?" he asked as they both made their way upstairs.

"Just girl stuff." Gillian replied with a cheerful smile as they both stepped into the bedroom. Cal gave her a confused smile before she grabbed a pair of pijamas and disappeared into the bathroom.

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