Ok you guys have every right to hate me, I know. I've been extremely busy with a bunch of stuff these past 6 months and I'm sorry, I hope you'll still read this because I love this story. To sum up for those who have forgotten Gillian and Cal are now in Vegas posing as Max Fleming and Gillian Fleming, a married couple, investigating Johnny Black and his wife Regina, who he denied being with, for the disappearance of 500 grand. Cal has promised to Gillian not to go gambling and he is now determined to find out if he is her ideal man.

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It was time to take matters into his own hands. He decided not to alert Gillian for many reasons; 'he was a solitary man, she was his weak spot, and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if anything happened to her' were on that list of reasons. He was now in the casino, keeping his eye on Johnny who was playing roulette of all games. Just as he was about to approach him he heard Gillian's voice in his head when she had made him repeat his oath:

"I, Cal Lightman, hereby promise to my wonderful partner, Gillian Foster, that I will not go within 50 feet of a roulette game."

He had broken many promises before but this time it was unacceptable. He wanted to prove to himself that he was her ideal man and breaking promises was not a way to show this. Even when she wasn't around Gillian Foster still managed to get under his skin.

"Hello sir, may I get you a drink?" asked the young waiter that walked up to him.

"Get me a martini, I'm going to need it." he replied. The waiter nodded and went to fetch him his drink.

Cal would have to observe for now and see if there was any sign of Regina, the mysterious wife who was supposedly not important in Black's life.

Meanwhile, Gillian was in their suite calling him. After getting his voicemail for third time, she gave up and decided to take a shower. Seeing as he was clearly busy and there was no one in the suite but her she decided it'd be safe to unwind. She checked the front door and decided to use the safety lock at the top of the door that way even someone with the key wouldn't be able to come in. It would serve Cal right for not answering her, he'd just have to wait.

The suite was very spacious and the living room, bedroom and kitchen were all in the same room. The kitchen was maintained independent thanks to the bar stand separating it from the living room. The kitchen was right next to the front door which led into the living room as well with the big leather couch and flat screen tv. Behind the couch was an empty space that separated the living room from the bedroom. There was a huge walk-in closet on the left wall and the bathroom was on the right wall.

Gillian walked through the living room and started undressing in that space separating it from the bedroom. She let her top flow down to the floor followed by her fluffy pajama pants. Next she undid the clasps on her bra and let it fall next to the bed along with her underwear. She'd pick up everything before Cal could walk in, she just needed to wind down for now. She walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her without bothering to lock it and set up the jacuzzi and relaxing bath candles that would helpfully wash away months of stress.

Cal Lightman was not a patient man. Already twenty minutes of watching Johnny Black play roulette were getting to him. He was about to give up when suddenly he spotted a blonde woman of about 30 years of age walk up to Johnny. He identified her immediately as Regina Black, Johnny's beautiful socialite wife. Johnny smiled at her and put his arm around her waist before whispering something in her ear. Cal noticed her facial expression turn into one of understanding followed by a smile. Johnny then let go of her waist and abruptly turned back to his game and Regina left as quickly as she had come. Cal followed her from a distance and noticed she was scanning the room continuously. Johnny had alerted her. He took out his phone and saw 3 missed calls from Gillian. Noticing now that Regina was gone he decided to head back to the suite to tell his partner about his suspicions. He took the elevator and walked calmly to the suite. However his cool demeanor dissipated when he saw that the door wouldn't open all the way because of the safety lock.

"Foster? Foster, you there?" he yelled through the small space. No answer. He took out his phone to call her but hung up when he heard her phone ringing on the bar counter. His mind suddenly kicked into overdrive imagining all the possible scenarios which caused him to kick open the door with such a force it broke the security lock.

Inside the bathroom, the loud bang alerted Gillian. She quickly got out and searched for a towel, cursing when she realized that they were in the closet. Dripping wet and naked, desperately looked for something to cover her but froze when she heard footsteps.

Cal walked slowly across the living room deciding to make as little sound as possible as to not alert a possible intruder. He froze when he saw Gillian's clothes on the bedroom floor, including a lacy black bra and matching underwear. What if someone had- no! He couldn't accept the thought! Fueled with fear and anxiety he dashed towards the bathroom door.

Gillian heard the footsteps getting closer and decided that she would have to face the intruder by surprising him and attacking him if she could. She approached the bathroom door and once she saw the door handle turn she quickly opened the door to face the stranger, her fear having put away the thought that she was dripping wet and naked.

What both Cal and Gillian hadn't expected was running into each other sending them both tumbling down to the floor with Gillian on top of Cal. Their eyes found each other's quickly and relief washed over them.

"Cal!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Foster! Thank God you're alright I thought-" his mind was unable to form the rest of his sentence as he realized that his hands were on the bare, wet waist and back of his partner. They both started to blush as they realized the compromising position they were in.

"Uh, ehem, I think you should get off now- get off of me now, sorry." he felt stupid for letting this get to him and hoped desperately that she wouldn't notice the growing bulge in his pants.

"Oh, right." she whispered softly, entranced by the way he was looking at her. His pupils were clearly dilated and she was sure that hers were as well. She was getting ready to get off of him when his eyes opened wide and pulled her back down against him. He realized that if she got off she would see his not-so-little problem. Gillian had to suppress the moan at the back of her throat as her body slammed against his.

"I think it's better if I get off of you that way I can't see you and you can't see me." Cal said, both of them in the position they had found themselves in to start with.

"What do you mean can't see you? You're not naked." she asked, not quite understanding.

"Just go along with me, love, it's better this way." he softly turned them, making sure to keep her against him so he wouldn't see anything. He wasn't sure that if he saw more of her porcelain skin he'd be able to restrain himself. He felt Gillian's hands squeeze his biceps to hold on to him as they softly turned over on the soft carpet floor. It was as they turned that she noticed what he had meant by 'you can't see me' and she couldn't hold back the huge smirk illuminating her face. The game was over, she couldn't hold back anymore, she was done playing this endless game they had played for seven years. As soon as her back was against the floor she grabbed the base of his neck and pulled him down for the kiss of his life.

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