A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter... i am putting up as much as I can tonight... PLEASE LEAVE REVIEWS! I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters!

The short man looked at her than grabbed her arm and dragged her in. "Woah." She said as he tugged at her whenever she tried to fight back.

She was thrown into the same room as Cal and Jack and Jack was talking, "Gosh… you don't get it do you? It's YOUR fault they are dead…" He angrily grabbed Cal by the hair and pulled him off the ground. He leaned into Cal's face and breathed through his teeth. "You're going to die tomorrow. Tonight… we torture." He said with a crazy laugh. He then threw several punches at Cal then he lifted him up highed and kicked him in the caught causing him to fall across the room.

"Cal!" Gillian screams as she runs to his side. She lightly placed her hands on his cheek and wiped away the blood from his face. He lay there unconscious but flinched every time she touched him. "What are you doing?" She yelled at Jack.

"How did you get in here?" He asked not at all worried or mad… just curious.

"I walked through the door." Gillian rarely used sarcasm unless she it was a playful joke with her co-workers.

"Wow… you're funny… I like that!" Jack said with a crazy laugh. He leaned back into his chair, "Go ahead… fix him up or whatever… just don't do anything stupid." Jack said with a low laugh.

Foster tore a part of her dress off… luckily she has chose to wear a long one today. The dress was now a quarter of the way up her thigh… so it was still quite low. She tore the piece of dress into a bunch of smaller pieces. She took the biggest piece and put it on the cut on his leg. She put pressure on it causing him to move and groan in pain. "Shhh." She whispered running her fingers through his sweaty hair. He seemed to be in very much pain and she was scared for him. He began to move around a bit but he yelled in pain when he bumped into her knee with his chest. He began breathing hardly.

"Wh-who's there?" He asked coughing in having trouble breathing.

"It's Gillian." She said sadly holding the pressure on his wound.

Cal slowly brought his hands to his sides so he could hold himself. He slowly began to tremble in fear as he looked up. Foster followed his gaze to Jack who was watching Foster help him with great amusement. "May I help you my lady?" Jack asked jokingly.

"Yea… get a blanket." She said madly.

"You heard the woman." He said to one of the younger men who had beat Cal up. The young boy ran out of the room and rushed back in with a red and blue blanket. He dropped it on Cal's upper body, causing him to yelp in pain. The boy laughed and walked back over towards Jack. Foster took the blanket and unfolded it. She lightly spread it out over Cal. As she tucked it in she leaned towards Cal's face.

"We need to get out of here, Cal." She whispered.

"No…" He barely got out. "He…" Cal had to breathe for about ten seconds in between every word. "will… kill… me…" He managed to get out before be began coughing up blood again.

"Oh God Cal." She practically screeched. She wasn't sure what to do. She lay her hand on his chest and she closed her eyes and looked away as he coughed the blood. She couldn't watch it happen.

"Enough of this." Jack said getting up and walking over to Cal and Foster. He grabbed Fosters arm and began to pull her away.

Cal was just barely able to lift his arm and grab her hand. He didn't know what was happening but he could tell she was getting farther away. He gripped her hand tightly. "Don't… don't… go…" He said shaking horribly. She couldn't tell if he was scared or if he was shivering. She had NEVER seen him in such a vulnerable state before. She wanted to cry. Jack yanked on her arm, but Cal's grip was tight. Foster held Cal's hand as tightly as possible but she could feel herself slipping away from his grip.

"WOW!" Jack yelled as he kicked Lightman in the gut causing him to let go of Gillian to hold his stomach. Gillian let out a cry of terror as Cal began coughing again. Jack did one final tug and he had Foster in his grip. He dragged her to a chair and tied her hands behind her back and tied her legs to the legs of the chairs.

.:.

Reynolds called Foster after he got to the office and didn't see her or Cal.

"Wow… two colleagues in one day… that's a new record for me I think." Jack laughed on the other end.

"How did you get her?" Ben insisted.

"Pure luck actually…. She showed up here…" Jack said hanging up.

"Loker… Foster and Lightman are being held in some unknown place…" Ben decided he should finally tell him.

"Is Foster ok?" He asked worriedly.

"I think so… but Cal isn't. His life is in danger… did you hear about him going somewhere at all? He went last night and never came home… then Gillian said she was going to bed but somehow managed to find Cal and then got herself stuck there…" Reynolds said madly.

"God! Cal is going to get himself AND his co-workers killed. Why do I work for him again?" He asked Reynolds madly.

"He sees potential in you. He doesn't tell you or show you, but he does." Reynolds said, he wasn't sure why he felt it necessary to tell Loker at the moment but it just came out.

"What do we do?" Loker asked, wishing he had asked the question before.

"I'm not sure." He said beginning to pace.

"Hey what's up?" Torres asked as she came out of her office.

Loker filled her in as Reynolds went digging through Cal's office again.

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"Why can't I help him, Jack?" Foster asked. She now knew his name and why Cal was there. She knew she had to be gentle.

"Because I want him to be in pain… Like my daughter, son, and wife were. I want him to feel the agony that they did. Do you know how a gang kills people in that kind of situation?" He asked her. She shook her head and wished he wouldn't tell her. "Torture." He said.

Gillian gasped knowing that was what they were doing to Cal.

"Lovely, eh?" He asked her with a small yet sad smile on his face.

"I didn't… know." Cal said coughing.

"Well of course you didn't. It's still your fault, though. You are the one who said I was guilty. It's your fault and I am going to torture you to death!" Jack laughed. Gillian looked at Cal and struggled to get out of the chair, but she gave up because the rope was cutting into her skin. "Oh hold up." Jack said. "Yeah, you can help him." He said getting out of his chair. He had a brilliant plan and he didn't have to do any work. He began to untie her. She immediately ran to Cal the second she was free. She didn't care why he had changed his mind, she just wanted to get Cal out of his misery. "Uhhh, Tim." Jack said grabbing one of the boys. "Get her a bunch of first aid kits er something. Something she might need to help him." Tim walked away and came back with his hands full of big red kits. He walked over to Gillian and Cal and dropped them on Cal's chest with a laugh. Jack laughed along with him as Cal began to uncontrollably cough.

Foster shot Jack a disgusted look.

Cal began to cough, but he was saying something. "What?" Foster asked.

"My…" He pushed out as clearly as he could with all the coughing.

"What Cal?" She asked as if what he might say could save his life.

"Ribs…" He said with a sigh. He was happy to be done coughing. He went through a world of pain every time he coughed.

Foster grabbed some scissors from one of the kits and cut his shirt off. Her eyes widened in terror.

"Wha?" Cal asked her. He could barely see the fear on her face. He tried to sit up and look at his chest but he fell down in anguish. There was a big red, black, purple and yellow spot on his chest. He was bleeding internally.

"Cal… I can't… I can't take care of this." She said to him. He took a deep breath and coughed a bit but it wasn't too bad. He thought he had pretty much coughed out all the blood he could and now his throat was dry. Gillian nervously dug through the first aid kits to see what she had. She found a water bottle and brought it to his mouth. He was able to take a little water down but he eventually began coughing again so she stopped. Foster put her hands to her face and sighed a big sigh.

"Eww… that's a good one." Jack said jokingly. He gave Cal a little nudge with his foot.

"Ahhh." Cal sighed in pain. Gillian put her hand on his chest protectively.

"Please stop it." She said to him. Jack leaned down and grabbed Foster by the arm.

"You've helped him enough." He dragged her into another room and shut the door. "Hey, Tim! Get one of those doctors in here. We need to get him fixed up as well as we can." Tim reluctantly walked away to look for the doctor. Nobody knew Jack's plan but they knew he had one.

Cal looked around and watched Jack talk to other boys. He tried to stay calm and to breath slowly and softly. He was hoping that Jack wouldn't randomly order another boy to come hurt him. He seemed to be lucky and he was hoping for a doctor soon. He was hoping for some pain medication. He couldn't stand the pain, but he had to be strong and have faith that Reynolds would find them. Although Jack had told him that if he gave the location away he would kill Zoe and Emily, he still tried to leave notes around his office and he was assuming that was how Foster found him. But where was Reynolds?

.:.

Emily walked around the house, searching for something to do. She was horribly bored and usually by this time her dad would be home, but he said he was staying late so she hunted for a game, or a coloring book. Anything! She picked up her phone many times and tried to dial his number, but every time she decided against it. She would always sigh then put the phone back down.

Eventually she fell onto the couch and watched some T.V. She didn't care what was on… she just needed to find something to pass the time.

About 2 or 3 hours into watching T.V. she decided she couldn't wait anymore. She had wanted to be awake to greet him, but it was already 1:00 in the morning. She finally built up the courage to call. Somebody answered on the fifth ring.

.:.

"Emily? Who is that?" Jack asked watching the phone ring.

"My daughter." Cal said wishing he was with her at the moment.

"Awww… that's cute. Answer it and if you tell her where you are… I will kill her." Jack said throwing the phone at Cal. Cal caught it and immediately opened it. He coughed a bit trying to sit up.

"Hello?" He asked into the phone. He was begging for Emily's voice.

At least one wish would come true tonight. "Hey dad!" She said happily, "What's holding you up?" She asked him.

"Uhh..." Cal said thinking of a good excuse.

"Where are you dad?"

"I'm at this warehouse where I am interrogating a suspect. She is in another room. But I am VERY beat so I will try to be home soon." Cal said… giving as many hints as he could without Jack catching on.

"Oh… how soon?"

"Hopefully just an hour." He said with real hope in his voice. He didn't want to die here tonight.

"Well… I'll try to stay up." She said wishing he was home now.

"No, no… that won't be necessary." He said into the phone quickly.

"Oh… um okay. I will see you in the morning then?"

"Affirmative." Cal said nervously.

"Alright… I love you dad." She said, suspecting that something was off.

"I love you too, Em." He said sadly into the phone. He had a feeling that he wouldn't be seeing her in the morning.

He heard the click on the other side. He closed the phone and laid it on the ground in front of him. He closed his eyes, trying his best to keep them from overflowing. Before he knew it he was getting a shot and he was out again.

.:.

Foster looked around the quiet room. She had been able to hear a little of Lightman's conversation with Emily. She hoped that Emily wouldn't get to worried. And she hoped that Cal would be seeing her in the morning. She sighed and looked at every square inch of the room. She was making sure that she hadn't missed anything. She eventually gave up and fell to the floor. After about 5 minutes of helplessly laying there she fell asleep.

.:.

"Does Emily know?" Torres asked Ben.

"It's late… we aren't going to call her at this hour." Ben said. They had been talking about different possibilities but none seemed to fit.

"Try calling her or Cal's number again. That mysterious guy picked up last time right? Maybe we can get something out of him." Loker suggested.

Ben shrugged and dialed Cal's number.

"Now what?" Jack asked… agitated.

"What exactly are you doing to them?" Ben asked, not totally sure he wanted to hear the answer.

"Well…" Jack said with a smile. "Your beautiful lady friend isn't damaged in any way… I assure you. We actually let her patch Cal up a bit, but decided they were talking too much. Oh and do you know how to stop internal bleeding? That's what, Gillian I think, said. She looked at it with a terrible look on her face then said it was internal bleeding." Jack said.

"Who is internally bleeding?" Ben asked letting Loker and Torres know what they were talking about. Torres' face filled with shock and Loker seemed worried.

"Cal Lightman!" Jack yelled into the phone then laughed.

"What are you doing to him?" Ben insisted.

"Oh I forgot to tell you what I was doing to him… didn't I? Silly me." Jack said with a fake giggle. "Well… considering that 5 years ago he had a case that put me in jail. While I was in jail I wasn't able to make it to a certain gang meeting. And since I couldn't make it, the gang decided to take it out on my wife and kids. Do you know how gangs kill in that kind of situation?" Jack asked Ben, expecting an answer.

"Um, no?" He answered.

"Wow… nobody seems to know." Jack said sadly, "Torture. They just torture them and torture them until they die. Fun right?" Jack said. "My family died because Lightman put me in jail!" Jack began to yell, losing his cool. "It's his fault that my family is dead and I'm going to kill him the same way they killed my family!" Jack was screaming into the phone now. "And yes," He said calming down, "I know you want to know why I am not killing his daughter and ex-wife. It's because I want them to suffer as well. They will have to live knowing that their lives were spared so that Cal could get tortured to death. They will know that he put his life in pace of theirs. I mean… I told him I was coming to get his family… just the way the gang told me. But he decided he would die instead! Crazy right? Well I didn't have that choice. So I thought I would go a little easy on him. And let him take their place. So I told him to come, I told him that since he was so brave and heroic I wouldn't hurt him, but if he didn't come his family was going to die. So I think that got his attention. SO he came… and, well I broke my promise… and now we are beating him to death. But you know what's gonna be really fun? We are going to get him all patched up, then get him high or drunk or something then put him in a room with that pretty lady. I have a feeling that will be very interesting, maybe pretty funny."

"What kind of sick person are you?" Ben yelled into the phone.

"I am not sick… I am just a poor guy who lost his family and wants to get revenge. That's not so bad is it? Oh and don't worry… we won't let Cal kill her. I don't think he would go that far anyway, but you know… if something happens and the door gets jammed… we might not be able to stop him." Jack said with a laugh.

Ben was heavily breathing. He wasn't sure what to say next. "Don't-"

"Oh… Cal just got out of surgery… looks like they figured out how to fix internal bleeding. Here comes the fun part." Jack said hanging up.

Ben hung up as well and practically fell to the ground. Not in all the years of being in the FBI had he ever seen such a loony try to kill one of his good friends… two actually. He was traumatized.

Torres brought her gaze to Loker who just looked back at her and shrugged.

"Listen for yourself…" Ben said giving them the phone.

.:.

"Here… I bet you are hungry… and a beer always helps. Maybe 2 or 3… to make the pain go away." Jack said giving him a nice fresh sandwich and a couple beers. He patiently waited until Cal was drunk.

The doctor told him that Cal could walk. It would be very painful but if he was drunk he would barely be able to feel it.

"Wow… that's perfect! I love having an evil doctor on the team." Jack said with a huge grin.

"That's why I'm here Jack." The doctor said and walked away.

"Hey Cal!" Jack yelled testing him.

"Hmmmm?" Cal mumbled.

"Get up… get off your frigging butt." Jack said. Cal began to get up and was quite wobbly. He walked around, testing his legs and almost fell but managed to hold himself up.

"Wonderful!" Jack said grabbing his arm and walking him to the room where Foster was. He threw him in and shut the door. He walked to the big window that was facing the room. He pulled a chair up and took a seat, "Do we have any popcorn?" He yelled to one of the boys.

"Cal!" Foster yelled as she helped him in.

"Foster?" He asked barely able to hold himself up.

"Yes Cal, it's Foster." She said Happy he could stand.

Cal's face turned to an angry red. "This is your fault." He said to her.

She began to back away, "What are you talking about?" She asked him.

"Don't walk away. This is your fault. It's your fault I am here and it's your fault that I'm going to die tonight!" He yelled at her… walking closer.

"How is this my fault?" She asked completely confused.

"You are the one who insisted I take the case 5 years ago. You said it would be good for me… that it would get me back on track!" He yelled at her.

"Cal… please stop." She was now against the back wall and he was getting closer.

"Stop what?" He asked bringing his hand to her neck and shoving her against the wall. "This is what I want. You didn't have to take several beatings like I did!" He yelled at her.

"Cal… STOP! You're drunk… you don't know what you're doing!" She yelled at him, desperately trying to tear his hands away from her neck. It was slowly getting harder for her to breathe.

"I know, I am drunk! But I sure as hell know what I am doing!" He yelled at her putting more force into choking her.

"Cal! I can't breathe!" She yelled digging her nails into his arms… cutting through the flesh.

"Yeah… that is kind of the point." He said to her. Pushing harder.

Foster tried to kick him but he was too close to her for her to get enough force. "What are you going to get out of killing me, Cal?" She screamed but the words could barely come out of her mouth.

A/N: Is Cal going to KILL Foster? (dun dun dun!)