Gillian clicked the confirm box and then it asked her again if she was really truly sure she wanted to do the transaction and she said 'yes' again and the computer went ahead and processed payroll for her. She updated her spreadsheet and saved it and by the time she had done that, the money had transferred from The Lightman Group account into various employee accounts. She closed all open programmes on her computer desktop and set the computer to sleep. That was her morning duties out of the way and now she could feel free to focus on some actual case work.

Of course, now that she was less focussed on her computer, to the left side of her workspace, she was suddenly so much more aware of the fact that she and her husband had snuck into her office last night to have sex on the other half of the desk. Right there in fact. Thinking about it now sent a little shiver of delighted naughtiness through her. Seriously. Sex on her desk. How much of a sordid turn on was that? And who would have thought that she would even go for something like that? She was supposed to be the good girl. Although Cal had always denied that.

It brought a smile to Gillian's lips again, when she thought back to those times when she had been married to Alec and Cal would think things about her. He had told her about them, some of them, perhaps not all of them, eventually. Not when she was married to Alec, but when she was married to him. And now when Gillian thought about them it made her smile, kind of pleased, that he had been fantasising about her when she was so completely unattainable, whereas even a few years ago, it had somehow felt like cheating or somehow... dishonouring the memory of being with Alec. But as time went by and memories faded, it just made her smile. That her husband loved her even back then. It was kind of... flattering. And secretive... and there was something sexy about sneaking around. Wasn't that why, when eventually they had got together, they had kept it to themselves for a while? At least partly.

There was a knock against the glass of Gillian's office which drew her focus to the door and away from thoughts of the past and, as always, her husband. Loker pushed against the door, letting himself in. "Good morning," he greeted.

"Morning," Gillian responded, feeling strangely warm. It wasn't like he knew what she was thinking about, or even what she and Cal had done in this very room on that very desk the night before. There was no way Loker could know. She had to play it cool, least she gave it away. Cal did accuse her of being a terrible liar.

"Hey so I was just wondering if you could take a look at this?" Eli stepped closer to her desk and handed over a folder. Gillian took it with an 'uh huh'. It was a series of letters. A computer programme had already run through the text to highlight significant words or key phrases.

"Which case is this?" Gillian mused as she scanned through the document.

Eli took a seat opposite her and gave her a quick rundown of the case history, the leads so far and where he was thinking it was headed. He wanted a second opinion on the likely author of the letters; the wife or a possible girlfriend.

"Were they dated?"

"Two months ago," Loker clarified.

Gillian went back to reading. The computer programme had done its job. "What were the profiles from the computer analysis?"

"Female. Late twenties to forties based on word choice. A few grammatical errors and spelling."

"Hand written?" Gillian asked of the originals.

"Yep."

Which meant it was more likely that the woman who wrote the letters was older but really, in this era that meant nothing. Everyone knew how to use a computer. The messages could have even been written on a phone and emailed before printed. But hand written didn't necessarily indicate the woman was of an older pre-computer generation. It could mean there wasn't easy access to a computer. Or a number of different things. But Gillian's gut told her it was a generational technological reasoning. Especially if she compared that assumption to the evidence Loker had already uncovered about the case and the people involved.

"I think it's the wife," Gillian shuffled through the papers and showed him why. The penmanship and terminology, a few other things, not a lot that was helpful but even sometimes Indiana Jones had to close his eyes and take a leap of faith to find the bridge safely but invisibly under his feet. If she was wrong, if Eli went down the wrong path, it would only set him back in time, not his life.

Indiana Jones? Too much children's gaming in her house.

"Great thanks," Loker took the file she offered back to him and she gave him a smile to say it wasn't a big deal. But before he did stand to leave, his hand drifted down again. He leaned to the floor, disappearing from Gillian's view and she wondered what he was doing; tying his shoe? He reappeared quickly with a pen in his grasp.

"That was behind the chair," he noted and Gillian suddenly realised how a pen would end up on the floor on that side of her desk. Sudden images of Cal, the dirty hot heat of their love making and the way their voices bounced off the wall in ecstasy, had her blushing. Loker pushed the pen onto her desk and she mumbled a 'thank you', gesturing the folder to him again. She avoided his eye as he took it, like that would detract him from the heat on her face. He stood in a smooth motion and she reached for the pen. She thought she had found them all last night when they were clearing up. She was so going to go and get something to clean her desk with too. Bleach. Right now. So she could make sure she had not missed something, now that she could see in the light of day.

"Thanks," Loker told her again and headed for the door.

"Uh huh," Gillian forced a reply and a smile to his retreating back. She had to stop herself from rushing past him to get the cupboard where their cleaners kept various products. Industrial strength. She waited for him to disappear down the corridor before she went for the door. If he worked it out, and told someone, she would never live it down. Never. And she would so make Cal suffer along with her. He thought it was funny, he liked to tease and he liked to see her squirm but the shoe would be incredibly awkward if it was on the other foot; he was also very private. It would piss him right off if anyone said something to him about his relationship with Gillian. So armed with a backup plan of blackmail should she need it, Gillian headed out of her office and down the corridor.