A/N: please enojy this chapter! they have been a bit longer lately eh? leave reviews PRETTY PLEASE!

Cal stared at the doctor. He glanced around the room, luckily Gillian wasn't there. "How long do I have?" he asked Dr. Tolleth worriedly.

"A month. At most. And a painful month at that." He said sadly.

Cal winced and stood up. "Please... do anything you can to stop this." He begged. He shook his hand and walked out to Gillian and Emily with a fake smile on his face.

"Well?" They both asked in unison.

"They aren't sure what was causing that, but it will pass soon." He promised. He took Emily's hand and then went home.

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"That's crazy..." Ben said to Cal.

"I am going to die if we don;t find out what the hell they put into me!" He screamed, a terrified look on his face. "You heard about Emily?" Ben nodded. "I don't want to die before she ahs that baby." He said madly.

"But-"

"Why the hell would you be against that? Do you want me to die?" Cal yelled angrily.

"NO! But how do you know that finding Jack is going to help you?"

"Its worth a try!" He insisted. He coughed a bit and Ben patted his back.

"Go home... get some sleep."

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Cal lay on his bed sickly. Gillian quickly climbed the stairs with a small tray of lasagna and garlic bread. She laid it on his lap and he sat up. "Thank you." He smiled and bought his hand to his throbbing throat.

"I thought it was going to pass soon." She said to him, sitting down on the chair that was next to his bed. The chair had become a familiar place. This room had, along with his house. Everyday she came here, made lunch and brought it to him, and then sat down in this chair that had molded itself to her body. She looked at his familiar face. She had memorized everything about it... every stress mark, every little winkle, every little flaw that made him absolutely perfect.

He shrugged and picked up the fork and began to eat. "I wish we could like... go do something fun..." He mumbled.

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Jack smiled and watched the couple chat. "This is perfect... they can't do anything!" He clapped his hands and looked at Mitchel who had a worried look on his face. "What?"

"What if it doesn't work?" Jack looked at him madly and sighed.

"It will work... don't doubt me again!"

"Yes sir." Mitchel said sheepishly. He stepped back from Jack and leaned up against the far wall.

Jack stared at him for a minute and then looked back at the TV. "It's going to work... I know it."

"FBI! Get on the ground!" Ben screamed, barging into the little peaceful room.

"Shit..." Jack mumbled, watching them from the couch.

"The ground!" Ben yelled nervously throwing his gun to Jack's direction. Mitchel fell to the floor scaredly and watched Ben and Jack have a little stare-off.

"You won't kill me... you need information on Cal." Jack smiled and leaned back on the couch.

Ben walked up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt and shoved his face into his ear. "If Cal's dies... You will die as well... one finger torn off at a time along with each toe, then we will slowly rip off your skin and cut off you limbs... scoop out your eyes-" Ben was making it up as he went along and hated the sickness that came along with it.

"Ok enough!" Jack said nervously. He grimaced and walked with Ben to the FBI truck.

"That was totally sick..." An FBI agent said to Ben with a wry smile.

Ben shrugged and pointed his gun at Jack's head again. "What did you put in him?"

"How the hell would I know? You need my doctor." Jack chuckled at the look of embarrassment on Ben's face.

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Torres stared at Loker. "He's gonna die... everyone knows but Gillian and Emily." He blankly stated. "And there is nothing anyone can do."

"Why are you such a jerk? You WANT this..." Loker nodded and felt her smack him. "We all happen to love him!"

"I don't see why... he is a jerk and he deserves to die." He mumbled, staring at Torres.

"What the hell is wrong with you? He gave you this amazing job and you hate him! He sees the true potential in you! Has anyone else? What was your job before this?"

He stared at her for a moment and then muttered, "Drive through..."

"Shocker..." She said sarcastically. She threw some files into his arms and walked out.

He reluctantly began searching through them. "Nope..." He mumbled at the first picture of an angry man, "No way... nuh uh... whoa... no... what the hell is that?... yes!" He said, pulling out the picture of a face with angry AND contempt. "I got it! I got it!" He yelled, running down the halls of The Lightman Group, looking for Torres.

"What are you on about?" Cal asked, standing at the door.

"Shit! You... fuck..." Loker muttered scaredly, he dropped the picture to the floor and leaned over panting. he held his stomach and took a deep breath.

"Wot?" Cal asked, scrunching his face up at a painful ache in his stomach.

"You just... scared me." He whispered, standing straight.

"Whadaya got there?" Cal asked, walking forward and grabbing thr picture from the ground.

"Um... the picture from the Tatterson case..." He said, "We were looking for anger and contempt and I found it." A smile spread across his face, like a little kid when he just learned to ride a bike, waiting for his father's congratulations.

Cal looked at it and then turned around, walking to his office.

Loker sank and a face of sadness spread over his face, "So um, what brings you here?" He asked, following Cal.

"I just needed to pick some stuff up." Cal dug through the drawers at his desk.

"What are you looking for?" Loker asked, standing in the doorway.

"Nothing important..." He mumbled.

"It was important enough to make you get out of your warm bed and come down here." Loker said cockily.

"Shut the hell up Loker." Cal said, yanking a drawer open and finding the little blue velvet box. He opened it and found the little ring with a small, but perfect diamond in the middle. He shoved it into his pocket and quickly ran past Loker.

"What was that?" Loker asked, grabbing Cal's arm and pulling him back.

"When did you become top dog?" Cal asked him, getting in his face.

"When you ditched us." Loker said bravely.

"I didn't ditch you... I'm sorry that I a terminal decease." Cal said.

Loker stepped back, terrified of Cal's piercing eyes. "I, uh-"

"Yeah that's what I thought." Cal gave him a small pat on the shoulder and walked out.

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Cal walked into Gillian's house. He powered through the painful walk it took to get into the kitchen and then secretly slipped into a chair at the table. She danced around in front of the sink, cleaning some dishes. "WAH!" She said as she saw Cal at the table.

He smiled.

"Why are you here?"

"Nice to see you too love."

"No I mean... you should be sleeping." She mumbled, drying her hand with a small towel.

"Well... I'm not tired and I'm feeling fine right now." He lied.

"Really?" She asked hopefully.

"Really." He said with a big smile ignoring the pain in his throat everytime he talked.

"Well... let's do something!" She threw the towel down and ran up to him, taking his hands. "When was the last time you kissed me?"

He stood up and put his forehead on hers.

"No Cal... it is not contagious." Dr. Tolleth reassured him.

Cal grabbed her head and let his lips meet hers. He could feel her smile under the amazing kiss. His hands found her waist and pulled her closer. They soon found themselves in a hug. "I am so glad your alive." She whispered into his ear.

"Gillian..." He said.

"What?" She asked, feeling the muscles in his back move around as he squirmed. She pulled away and looked at him.

"I love you."

"Well I know that." She smiled and tapped his nose.

"No... really love you... I have loved you since the first day I saw you... I love you so damn much... I can't even put it into words..."

She stared at him, speechless.

"Yeah... kinda like that." He said with a smile. "But-"

"But? Why kind of 'but' is there to love?" She asked him.

"I'm am going to die."

"Interesting..." She said confused.

"I have a terminal decease. I was injected by Jack and they have no cure. Gillian I only have 3 weeks to live." He caught her as she began to become dizzy.

They both sat down and he held her hand. "That isn't possible."

"Well it is."

"No!" She cried madly.

He looked at her sadly. She was soon jumping into his arms, crying on his shoulders. "It's okay... I have gotten over it so-"

"But you didn't even tell me! How will I ever get over it?" She yelled into his chest.

He slowly rubbed his hands up and down her back. He rocked back and forth, a calming motion he used to use with Emily. "You will... I am going to see a doctor tomorrow... a foreign one." He chuckled, "He is going to see if he can mix up the cure before its too late..." He whispered.

She sat up and looked at him, straightening out his collar that she had messed up. He left her hands on his chest and quietly played with his shirt. "I don't want you to die..." She whispered, trying to get ahold of herself.

"It's gonna happen sometime..." He said.

"Does Emily know?"

"Nahh..." He moaned, unsure of how she would react.

"When will you?" She asked him, finding a comfortable position on his lap. He seemed to pick her up and set her back down in the perfect position. "Sorry..." She mumbled, laying her head on his chest and holding his hand.

"For what? Sitting on me?" She nodded. "Good...get off..." She started to move but he hugged her. "Wow... I'm kidding." She made a weak laugh. "I dunno... I can't find the right time... How do I tell my daughter that I only have 3 weeks to live? How has she been doing?"

"Great... did you know it's already been a month?" Gillian asked. "8 more... I know you haven't seen her in weeks, we just didn't want to risk her getting sick... but now... I think you should see here..." She muttered, "She has been asking to come home to see you, I just didn't want to risk the baby's health."

"How is she taking it?"

"Well... she was shocked when we first checked and she found out. But now she is kind of excited. If your...dead," She choked over the word. "Who will take care of him or her?"

"Well I don't know... that won't be my problem anymore." He joked.

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Emily smiled as Gabe walked into Gillian's house with a bouquet of flowers. "Good afternoon beautiful." He kissed her forehead and set the flowers down.

"What brings you here?" She asked walking into the living room and sitting on the couch, she pulled her legs up and slipped a big blanket over her cold body. He sat down in a chair across from her.

"Well... I wanted to see how you were doing." He smiled.

"You came this morning..."

"Would you rather I didn't come?"

"Of course not!" She said. "I like it when your here..." She whispered.

"Well I like to be here." He stood up and walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "I love you."

She was shocked at first... they hadn't said that yet, she felt like they hadn't made it that far into the relationship, but the truth was, that she loved him too. So much! He had come at least once a day, if not two or three times. Sometimes he would just talk to her or even just sit in the kitchen while she slept upstairs, just to be there in case anything happened. He was always there. "I love you too." She finally said, giving him a gentle kiss.

He brushed her long, silky hair from her face and smiled. "You have beautiful eyes."

She blushed and looked at him. "You have sexy teeth." She giggled.

"Tell me something I don't know!" He said with a chuckle.

There was a light knock at the front door and Gabe ran up to answer it. "Dr. Lightman? W-We haven't seen you in weeks..." He whispered as Cal pushed through.

"Emily?" He asked, walking into the living room. She smiled and ran up to him, embracing him in a hug. He grunted in pain but wouldn't let her go right away. "I'm sorry I have bee... away... for so long..." He muttered.

"No no it's cool... don't want to get me and the baby sick right?" She asked.

"Well... that's why I'm here... Gabe can I talk to her alone? I think Gillian wanted to talk to you... she's out in her car." Gabe nodded and jogged outside.

"What's wrong dad?" She asked.

"Umm... let's sit down." They walked back into the living room. He smiled at Gillian's familiar smell, filling the house.

"Is it that bad?" She asked, taking a seat.

"I have a terminal decease and that's why you haven't seen me because I don't know how to tell you and we have been trying to find a cure bu ti only have 3 weeks to live." He said quickly.

"Your gonna die?" She asked her eyes, widened. They were bigger than they usually were. He nodded and she looked to the ground. "This is my fault! If I had been mroe careful I wouldn't have been taken and you wouldn't have taken my place and they would have given you that... problem!" She yelled, beginning to cry.

"This is no ones fault." He said. He pulled her onto his lap, the same way he had done with Gillian. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair. "Seriously... things happen... Don't you dare blame yourself. If I die... then I die... it's going to happen sometime."

"But what about the baby?"

"That little bugger will be fine without an old man like me." He whispered, patting her stomach. "He's gonna be a boy." He smiled.

"How do you know that?"

"I just do... Thought of any names yet?" He asked her.

"Well... for girls... I like the names Savannah, Taylor, Skylar, Janie, Samantha... too many to say all of them," She chuckled and continued, "And for boys... Skylar, Jacob, Matthew, Mark... there are alot for that too..." She smiled and looked at her father.

"I like... Skylar and Matthew." He smiled and kissed her head.

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Gabe nervously got into the car and looked at Gillian. "Hey!" She said happily.

He nodded and stared at the dashboard.

"Boy if you don't look at me..." She said, remembering when Cal refused to look at her... right before he went looking for death! Gabe slowly lifted his eyes to her and waited. "Go ahead..."

"How the heck am I supposed to do this? I've never been in this kind of position! It's my fault! What do I do? I am so scared right now, but I can't show Emily, because then she will be scared which will worry me even more and now Dr. Lightman is dying! I can't do this alone! I am going to step into the father's shoes and I'm not ready for that!" He yelled at Gillian.

She nodded and whispered, "You a strong young boy... and you know what you are doing... Cal won't die... I know it! Either way, though... I am right here and I always will be... I'm not going anywhere and neither are you."

He looked at her and made a small smile. "I'm sorry..."

"Hey... I'm a therapist... I'm used to it and that was why I wanted to talk to you, because I knew you had to get something out..." She laid a hand on his shouler and smiled. "You're gonna do great. She loves you..."

"I hope so..."

"I know so..."

He smiled and looked out the window.

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"Don't worry... If I do die..." How could he talk about it so lightly? "I will be watching over you and little Matthew." He smiled and got himself a cup of coffee.

"I wouldn't set yourself up for failure... It's going to be a girl..." She said with a smile.

Cal smiled and pulled out his ringing phone. "Hello?"

"Andrew is being adopted Dr. Lightman."

A/N: Can Lightman STILL dave the day even tho hes dying? OMG! Leave reviews pretty please!