A/N: YAY! Flashbacks! I love writing them... lotsa fun! I am happy that you all are enjoying it... i think this is the last for the night... Thankyou for all the positive reviews!

Cal lay on the floor, broken. Jack stared at him with an expression on his face that Cal couldn't quite put his finger on; he also had his eyes barely open, since they were swollen. He couldn't feel his face. He could feel the pain run all through his body every time his chest would rise and fall. He could feel the pain when he flinched at the sight of Jack. He could feel the pain when he moved his arm. The agony he felt when he talked. He tried his best to look over his body and tell himself the injuries. Broken leg, broken in many places. Broken arm. Broken jaw. Burnt back, leg and chest. His whole body was covered in bruises. He had some broken ribs that he knew weren't properly taken care of by the doctor. There was still a big black and red mark on his chest where he was internally bleeding. He wondered how he was conscious right now. He knew that the second he was put on a stretcher he would be out and that they would yell at him to stay with them. How is that? When he is in danger, he can stay awake. And he would rather be sleeping right now. But when he is safe, he can't manage to stay awake. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He tried to think about some place away from where he was. And for some reason… his mind took him to the past.

"Hello Cal… How are you today?" Foster asked him as he walked into the room. She was in a tight grey dress with her hair in a bun. She was sitting on a chair by her desk with her legs crossed.

"Okay… I guess. How long are these sessions going to last? I am not going to tell anyone…" He said to her, "I want to leave this place. It's too depressing…" He sat down on the couch and leaned on the edge. He held his head in his left hand and stared at Gillian. The truth was that he couldn't stand being around Gillian. They were both married and he had feelings for her that he knew he shouldn't.

"Cal…" He loved the way his name rolled off her lips, "You weren't sent here so I could get you to shut up…" She made a small smile.

"Yes I was." He stated.

"Okay… you were. I am not done with you, though." She smiled at him with the way a therapist smiles at her patient.

"Gillian, I don't want to be a patient anymore…" He whispered, not really sure if she could hear.

"You never were." She said to him, taking the fake smile off her face.

"Really? I never was? Then why do I have appointments? Why do you look at me like you look at all the depressed little boys and girls? Why do you try to comfort me like I am a about to commit suicide? Why do you act like there is more to me than just a man that wants to tell the truth? You act like you need to help me in some way. Well, Gillian, I can't be helped. It's how I am. And I know that everyone else that comes here feels the same way, but it isn't true. They can be helped. I am always sad and negative because it is my fault that my mother died. It is my fault that my daughter cries at night when she hears me and Zoe arguing. I start the arguments Gillian! Do you know what it is like to hear the one thing you love the most in your life cry? It isn't fair Gillian!" He said to her. She was so busy hanging on to every word he said that she hadn't even noticed he was done. She looked at him sadly, "DON'T look at me like that!" He said to her.

"L-Like what?" She asked him.

"Like I am a damn patient!" He yelled at her.

"Cal, calm down." She said to him. She wasn't sure how to seem more like a friend, "I am not your doctor I am-"

"Yea, Yea, my friend." He interrupted her. She sighed and put the file she had on her desk. He stood up and walked over to her. "Goodbye, Gillian." He put out his hand but felt her arms wrap around him.

"Goodbye, Cal." They continued hugging for a minute or so. He pulled away and smiled at her. "It was fun while it lasted." She said. She didn't want him to leave. She didn't want to go through the awkward pain of missing him. She didn't want to be around Alec, but wish she was with Cal.

"Yea, great fun." He winked and turned around. He could hear her take in a deep breath. He could feel her eyes on his back, watching him. "I hope we will meet again." He walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

Gillian sat down and let a tear fall down her cheek. "Don't cry over him, Gillian." She told herself.

Cal walked down the long hall and sighed. At that moment something hit him. A perfect idea. He turned around and knocked on her door.

"Come in," She mumbled.

He busted through the door with a big smile on his face, "What if you worked for me?" He asked her.

Cal opened his eyes and looked around. He could remember that day so well. He remembered how happy she was to hear that question, as if she wanted him to ask it all along. He also remembered the way he felt when she agreed to him. When he followed her to her boss' office and she quit. He remembered the first case, and how excited she was.

He looked around some more and spotted Jack whispering with some of the boys. He sighed but stopped half way through, trying his best to stop the pain.

.:.

"No, I am going to take the one in West Street." Reynolds said into a walkie-talkie.

"Alright, will take Ronald Rd." A man replied.

Ben took out his gun and slowly crept up to the front door of the abandoned gym. He took a deep breath and ran in. "FBI! Get on the ground!" He screamed. He opened his eyes and looked around. He looked at the ground in disappointment. He sighed and walked out of the empty gym. There was nothing but rats and webs. "Nothing…" He said into the walkie-talkie. "Give me another place."

.:.

"What do you think is happening right now?" Emily asked Loker.

"Let's not think about that." He said avoiding the question.

"That usually means something bad." She said sadly. She looked at the ground and sighed. "Do you care?" She asked him.

His eyes widened as she looked up at him, "Of course I care…" He said to her.

"Um, Eli?"

"Yea?"

"I think your pants are on fire." She said with a laugh. Loker chuckled and looked at her.

"Oh, shut up…" He said to her with a smile.

"Shut don't go up." She said laughing. Loker's face filled with happiness. She was laughing. She was happy. In all the fearfulness she was actually happy!

"I… I don't know how to respond to that." He smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"Very." She said taking Loker's hand and getting off the floor. He put his arm around her shoulder and walked into Lightman's office.

"We are going to get some lunch… Would anyone like to join?" He asked them.

"It would get my mind off what is going on…" Foster said getting up and standing next to Emily. She smiled at Torres who shook her head, "Oh come on Ria!" She said playfully.

"Alright, alright…" She said, giving in. She stood up and walked out with them.

.:.

Ben walked down the street of his new location. "Come on!" He hoped that Cal would be there. He quietly walked into the gym to find a man beating Cal. He wanted to run out and yell but the man had a gun and if he showed himself he knew Cal was done for. He crawled around some boxes at the back of the gym. He was able to get a little closer and he could now see Cal and his injuries. Cal's face was completely red with blood. He could see where skin had peeled off of his back. His coat was barely on and it was torn up. He wasn't sure what could cause that but it didn't look good. Cal's right leg seemed to be totally out of place. Ben sighed and continued to watch his colleague be beaten.

.:.

Cal lay on the ground and took the beating. He took it freely, knowing that it was for Emily and Zoe. It wouldn't have been so bad if Foster was there watching. Just to see her beautiful face. To know that she was there with him. To know he would be breathing the same air as her, the day that he died. He began coughing up blood. He decided that he would think about Emily. He would never see her again and he truly loved her. Once again… a woman brought him to the past.

"Hey dad!" She said running up to him and hugging him. He had just gotten back from a 2 week business trip.

"Hey baby!" He said kissing her on the forehead.

"I have been waiting here for 4 hours…" She smiled at him and hugged him again, "I missed you."

"It was only two weeks." He said with a smile.

"Yes, maybe for you, but for me it was two agonizing years. Mom was always with Roger, they went out every night dad! I was home alone all the time. It sucked dad… it really did." She smiled.

Cal let go of her and walked to his bag. He pulled out a little baggie with cookies in it, "I bring good tidings." He said with a goofy grin.

"Yummy!" She said grabbing it and take some.

"I'm happy to take you out of your misery." He said grabbing her head and kissing the side of it.

"Thank you my lovely father." She said taking a bite of her cookie.

Cal smiled… even though he was in indescribable pain. He wished he could just hear her voice again. "Please! STOP!" He begged Jack.

"Now why would I stop for you Mr. Lightman?" He asked kicking Cal in the side. Cal screamed out in pain. "Whoa! I think I finally broke the skin! There is a like a bunch of blood coming from where he was internally bleeding. It's like gushing out! Holy shit! Is that supposed to happen?" Jack was almost scared. Cal was shaking on the ground, "Dude… I think he's about to die… He is like… squirming around… is he like… having a seizure or something?" Jack said to one of the boys. He started to laugh a bit and put all his strength in more kicks.

"AHHH!" Cal screamed. "PLEASE!" Cal begged and screamed.

"How can you freaking talk?" Jack asked him kicking him in the face.

Cal immediately began coughing up more blood. He was finally starting to lose consciousness.

"Oh come on! Don't fail on me now! I am not sure how I managed to keep you awake but you cant pass out on me now! This is where the real pain comes!" Jack yelled at Cal.

Cal lay there… limp and now unconscious…

A/N: OH NO! Ahhh... what's gonna happen? Is Ben going to come to the rescue? SUSPENSEFUL! I hope you liked it! Leave reviews please!