A/N: Horrible and SHORt but i just a got an amazing idea for another story and iw ant to make at least one chapter before i forget! its gonna be called Temptations so look for it!

Cal finally stopped and stood back away from the sink, clutching to his stomach. "Sorry." He mumbled, walking over to a kitchen chair.

Gillian let her hand slide off his shoulder as he walked. She ahd a face full of sympathy as he painfully sat down. "We should take you to a doctor." She whispered.

"What use would it do?" He snapped at her, "I am going to die anyway!" He yelled. "He can't do anything!"

Gabe, Emily, and Gillian all stared at him sadly. "Don't say that..." Gillian finally managed to say.

"Why not? To spare you from the truth? I am going to die Gillian and you know it!" He yelled at her.

She stood there, falling against the wall. She brought her hands to her face and began to cry. She slipped down to the floor and buried her face in her legs.

Emily looked at Cal and then went to the ground and wrapped an arm around Gillian.

Cal stared at them. "Bloody hell..." He mumbled, watching them cry.

"Why are you such a jerk?" Gillian screamed, jumping off of the ground and running up to him.

He fell back in his chair, surprised by her outburst. He scrambled up to meet her glare and then stopped, catching his breath, "Why are you such a baby?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You cry at every little thing!" He yelled at her.

Gabe and Emily awkwardly watched them yell at eachother.

"Well I am sorry that I get emotional when the man I love is going to die!"

He stared at her for minute and then whispered, "You don't love me."

"Maybe I don't." She whispered, "Why did I get with you? You are stubborn and you are mean and I never should have given you a chance! I should have known that you would just be a big jerk!" She screamed at him. "You are never nice to me and all you do is yell and make me feel like shit!"

He watched her point out every flaw of his and madly spoke up, "And you think that you are better? You are almost always sad and made everyone else sad and all you ever see is what is wrong with people! You can never put that behind you and just see what is good about them because you are a damn therapist and you were 'trained' to find what is wrong with people and fix it. But sometimes they don't want it fixed! Sometimes that is what makes them them!" He madly panted as she stared at him.

"Goodbye Cal." She said through gritted teeth. He waved mockingly and she yelled,"I hate you!" right before she slammed the door shut.

He stared at the closed door madly. He then looked to Gabe and Emily who were backed up into the corner. "Don't come home tonight." He told Emily, walking out as well.

"Uh..." She aid as he left, she looked at Gabe and managed a weak smile, "Let's never do that." She suggested.

"Sounds like a plan." He smiled and kissed her head. "So... we should probably feed you nd that little baby." He patted her stomach.

She smiled nd nodded, "What's on the menu?"

.:.

Cal madly ran to his car and drove home. He jumped out and looked around. He walked inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. He went to work, locking all the doors and windows.

He walked into his room and pulled a box from his closet. He opened it up and pulled out a gun. He then loaded and walked downstairs, ""Nobody is coming in here." He told himself, sitting down at the couch, swinging the gun carelessly on his finger.

.:.

Gillian drove to Ben's house crying. She was soon at his door, crazily knocking until he opened it. "Gillian? What's wrong?" He asked, inviting her in from the cold house.

She fell onto him, bursting out in tears. He rested his hands on her back and held her until the tears seemed to subside."Cal..." She muttered through the tears.

"What did he do?" Ben asked madly.

"It's my fault. I got mad at him, he was just sad and it wa the only way for him to handle it but I went too far and broke up with him... She said, beginning to cry harder.

"What did he say?"

"He said he was going to die and it was just too much for me and I started yelling and then he did and then I just got so mad and... can you talk to him?" She asked, finally getting t the point.

"Of course." He said, patting her back.

"I'm sorry I just barged in like that..."

"No it's fine... do you want to talk about it?"

"About what?"

"I don't know... him? I'm not a therapist, I don't know how to fix this."

"Well... If I was the therapist in the situation I would have them talk about the fight and they would eventually open up to something unexpected."

"But will you?" Ben asked her. "Since you know all of that... would you stop yourself?" She shrugged, lightly tapping her fingers on his back. "Let's try it... what happened?"

"Well... I walked in and he was... vomiting in the sick and afterwards I suggest we go see a doctor and he said it was no use and he was going to die anyway... and I-I started to cry and he said bloody hell and I said he was a jerk and he said I was a baby and that I cried at everything and I said that i was sorry for crying because the man I loved was going to die and he said that I didn't love him and I just... I broke down and I got mad and its just so beautiful when he smiles..." She whispered.

"I guess that's the unexpected part." Ben whispered, staring at the ground.

"What... what if I don't see that smile again? What if I don't see those hazel eyes bright with happiness again? What if it's my fault that he isn't happy around me? What if I never see it again?" She asked, beginning to freak out.

"I can go talk to him right now. I can get everything figured out."

"PLease." She said, watching him get up and lay her down on the couch.

.:.

Ben drove into Cal's driveway and jumped out. He walked up to the door and began to knock. "Go away." Cal said from the inside.

"Let me in Cal." Ben said, discovering the locked door.

"Why would I?" Cal asked, examing all the little details of the gun.

Ben walked to a window and peeking through a tear in a curtain, "Dammit Cal." He whispered, seeing the gun. "Why do you have a gun Cal?"

"I am going to die anyway... I might as well die sooner so you all dont have to deal with me." He muttered boredly.

"Don't you-"

"Dare? I will if I want to... I know that you won't come in here... if I have a gun your not allowed to barge in." He said happily. He grabbed the beer he had and chugged the rest of it down.

"Stop drinking Cal!" Ben yelled, watching through the window.

"Why?" Cal yelled, grabbing another beer and opening it.

"Because you won't be in the right state of mind and you could make a mistake!" Ben yelled worriedly. He turned around and sat on the porch, calling some FBI people, "No I can't go in there! He has a gun and he has been drinking. Yes... I need some people here because I have to leave." He hung up and talked to Cal while he waited for an agent to come. "Come out here Cal." He said.

Silence.

"Cal?" He asked, putting his ear to the door.

Silence.

"Cal? Are you in there?"

He heard light crashing in the back of the house and then a shatter of glass on the door.

"What the hell is going on Cal?" He yelled.

"Leave!" Cal yelled, throwing another beer bottle at the door.

A man pulled up in a sleek black car and Ben sighed, "Hey Micheal." He gave him a pat on the shoulder and said, "Just keep him mad... you need to know that he is alive... if anythingoff happens... let me know... I will be back in about 20 minutes." He then walked to his car and winced at the sound of another bottle finding the front door.

.:.

Gillian perked up when she saw Ben's car pulling in. "Well?" She asked as he walked in a pulled his coat off.

"He locked all the doors and windows. And..." He shook his head, desperately not wanting to tell her.

"What?"

"He has a gn and he has been drinking... anything could happen... He said he wanted to end his life now so we wouldn't have to deal with him." He watched as her lower lip began to tremble.

"Let me talk to him." She said, absolutely sure of herself.

"No. What if he hurt you?"

"It's me or him! And he doesn't deserve this!" She said, begginning to cry again.

"No, I won't let you." He said, shaking his head.

"I don't want to see him get hurt Ben... do you?"

He shook his head reluctantly.

.:.

She was soon at Cal's front door, knocking.

"Goooo awaayyyy..." He said, drunk out of hs mind. He rubbed his eyes, keeping himself awake.

"Cal. It's Gillian. Let me in." She said, continuing to knock.

"Nooo..." He mumbled, staring at the gun he had in his hand.

She looked around and picked up the welcome mat. Nothing. She took the pictue they had from the wall and found a small key hanging. "Wow..." She said with a small smile. She stuck it into the door and slid it open. She looked at him sprawled out on the couch, looking at the gun he had in his hands. "Cal..." She whispered.

He jumped up from the couch and fell back into a chair. She started to walk over to him but he stuck the gun up, "Don't come over here." HE cocked te gun and pointed it at her. She backed up worriedly.

"Please Cal." She begged. "Put the gun down."

"Why should I?" He asked, bringing the gun to his head.

"NO!" She yelled, begginning to cry.

A/N: O.M.G... leave reiews whataya tink will happen? more news with the decease ad Jack in the next one and Andrew